[color=f7941d]“Hai, hai,”[/color] he replied carefreely as he walked up to the front of the classroom at the Headmaster’s instruction. Yori couldn’t help but smile at the task at hand and he nodded in understanding. [color=f7941d]“Oh, impressive,”[/color] Yori murmured as he watched the latest student attempt the given task, purple tendrils bursting into flames that wrapped the boy’s body. He might have continued to watch the student’s performance if something hadn’t caught his attention instead.

Namely a student demanded the teacher’s attention. His eyebrows climbed at the boy’s words and he didn’t even bother to try to contain his laughter when the other student addressed the class as a whole. [color=f7941d]“Oh this is rich. What privileged family did you crawl out of?”[/color] It was completely laughable that this kid thought anyone would look to him automatically, much less after such arrogant words had been said. Well his chirping aside, it seemed like the Headmaster didn’t care for such an attitude either.

His attention returned just to see the successful student drop from the ceiling and he offered a light clap. Yori felt it was always nice to see others succeed and he watched as the next student prepared to take the task. He would admit he was a bit surprised by how the other male went about the task, even if it did garner him success for a moment. Of course, it was short lived and Yori scratched at the back of his head as the crash echoed through the classroom for a moment. He seemed a bit bruised and battered, but one of their classmates was already taking care of him so it couldn’t be all that bad. Having arrived the latest, he naturally waited and let her go before him after she was done the treatment. 

Like the first student he had seen, she seemed to have little trouble with the task given by the headmaster. Similarly, he offered a light clap when she finished getting a feel for the technique and dropped back down. Given there weren’t any other takers at the moment, Yori figured it was now his turn. He tapped his foot for a few moments in quiet deliberation, but shrugged in the end. He wouldn’t play all his cards at the moment, but it never hurt to show off a bit. Energy control? He lived and breathed it.

Subtle, he was not. With a sharp breath, a misty shroud flared into existence around Yori in an instant, tinged light blue but only barely. It swirled violently for a moment, before it calmed down and simply wrapped around his figure, obscuring him slightly. A smile graced his lips at the energizing sensation before he jumped, tapped the ceiling with a palm, and stayed there. He swung his legs up, planted them against the ceiling, released his hand, and fell down until he hung upside down and faced the other students.[color=f7941d] “Sorry I was late, but Shinya, Yori. Just call me Yori.”[/color] With a slight, “Hup,” he hopped, flipped about, and landed back on the floor as his aura disappeared almost immediately.