Xavier left the apartment and headed straight for the academy. The training wing was quieter than the main building, but he could already hear the low hum of the space chamber's engines warming through the walls. The instructor, an older guy with tired eyes and a posture that said he'd served more hours in actual space than anyone else in the building, looked up when Xavier entered.
Xavier explained what he needed—extended practice, full-day access, permission to join any session no matter the year. The instructor stared at him for a moment, probably trying to figure out why a first-year kid was asking for senior-level clearance, but he eventually gave a slow nod.
After all, Xavier was the ace of the academy who was topping all the charts, whether it was in studies or physical activities.
"If you're willing to sit through lessons meant for older students, I'm not stopping you," he said. "Just don't slow down my class."
Xavier shrugged. "I learn fast."
