[center][b]Yang Wuxin[/b]
[b]Earthling Human[/b]
[b]PL:[/b] 910
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Day 1, Morning
[b]Location:[/b] Waiting Area
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@CommanderCool], [@Lauder][/center]

Registration went smoothly, the only thing Yang needed to offer was his name and after a quick search to ensure he wasn't armed, he was given a pass to grant him entry into the Waiting Area. He didn't have to use it right away, the staff had explained, he could get a meal or look around the outer grounds if he desired so long as he was in the Waiting Area in time for the opening ceremony. But Yang headed directly to the Waiting Area, having no real desire to play the tourist. He was here to fight, and nothing else would distract him.

In the waiting area itself, Yang found there was barely any participants present. Perhaps he was early, then? It didn't matter, Yang's eyes stared in the direction of the conversing women. Well, one was clearly a woman, the other was less obvious. Neither looked like martial artists to him, but Yang was taught long ago to never trust in outer appearances. Underestimating or even overestimating an opponent based on their appearance was always the first step to one's ultimate downfall. He raised a hand, offering a small wave of acknowledgement before going on his way. Yang wasn't a conversationalist, and talking wasn't the reason he came all this way.

The fighter found a corner nearby and planted himself there, sitting cross-legged on the floor in what clearly looked like some form of meditation. He'd heard participants liked to show off in this room, but he personally found that to be rather foolish. Showing your future opponents what you could do before you even stepped in the ring was the easiest way to broadcast to everyone what your weaknesses were. Besides, Yang didn't come to this Tournament to show off or impress anyone. In fact, he couldn't give two figs about the title or even the prize money either. There was only one person here that Yang cared about surpassing... and that was [i]himself[/i].