[Yue has never been a practitioner of the arts himself, but it would be difficult to have not learned quite a bit about it after living with Clow for so long— not to mention being a living embodiment of some of the principles. He twitches one finger slightly, using a wisp of air to turn the pages to the front of the book (being not above showing off just a bit) and then folds his arms across his chest.]
[action]
Begin, then.