Yaozu Au-Yeung yawned as he gave a satisfying, overhead stretch while walking down the meticulous path that snaked and spiraled around the temples's campus. There was a gentle breeze this morning that made the young martial artist's steps linger that much longer, as he wanted to enjoy the crispness of the air with his walk to his first day of class. Good thing he woke up earlier than usual, as he would have definitely sacrificed a few minutes of class just to bathe in the energizing kiss of the wind. Taking in a deep breathe, Yaozu closed his eyes and enjoyed the rest of the stroll. 

Within tranquil minutes, he was in front of the classroom. Sharp eyebrows perked up as he casually peered inside, noticing THE Sin'chi Hajime hovering over the lecturer's desk. Though it didn't quite surprise him, Yao was still met with a flutter of excitement as he straightened his posture and stepped inside the homeroom. Being taught by the legendary martial artist of his time? The boy was glad he was admitted to this temple to hone his skills. 

Upon entering, Yaozu noticed that some of his peers had already arrived. He eyed them all warily, icy blue eyes lighting up with intrigue. So these are the fighters that he got grouped up with. With one look, he could tell that these are natural martial artists who are striving for the same thing as he was ; to become one of the top. They all looked strong indeed. Good. 

Satisfied with what he's seeing so far, Yaozu flashed his classmates a charming half-smile, before turning and bowing formerly to his instructor. "Yaozu Al-Yeung, student of Class #4. Nice to meet you, sir, and I'm honored that you'd have me as a pupil."