The Superior Rebirth: A Hero's Awakening

The Ancient War

February 12, 1808.

Four years had passed, and Xavier was now seven years old. In his fourth year at the Pennsylvania Royal Academy, he had made plenty of friends and settled into school life.

On a chilly Monday morning, the sound of Jonathan's voice echoed through the house. "Xavier, wake up! You're going to be late for school!"

Xavier jolted awake, groggily rubbing his eyes. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand.

07:50 AM.

His stomach dropped. "Miss Seo-Yeon is going to kill me," he thought, panic setting in.

Without wasting a second, Xavier threw off his blankets and launched into action. In under five minutes, he brushed his teeth, showered, and threw on his uniform before dashing downstairs. Jonathan was in the kitchen, finishing up breakfast for the both of them.

Jonathan glanced over and chuckled. "Hurry up and eat something before you go."

Xavier grabbed his bag and shook his head. "Sorry, Dad, no time. I'll eat when I get to school."

He bolted for the door, calling out, "Bye, Dad! See you later!"

Jonathan smirked and waved. "Have a great day, son."

Just as he turned back to the sink, Xavier rushed back in, swiping an egg sandwich from the counter. "Almost forgot—I'll eat on the way."

Jonathan laughed. "Of course you did. Cya, Xavier."

With only three minutes to spare, Xavier sprinted toward school. As he ran, he took off The Visors of Time, and his deep crimson irises shifted back to their true cosmic glow. With a flicker of power, he began teleporting short distances, closing the gap faster than any normal student could.

The first school bell rang just as he reached the gates. He adjusted the acceleration vector acting on his body, launching himself forward at incredible speed. The force of his movement blurred the world around him. By manipulating inertia and reducing friction to almost nothing, he cut through the air resistance with ease.

Students caught a glimpse of a blur streaking past.

"There he goes again," a senior remarked.

"Yep. Classic Xavier," their friend replied with a laugh.

As Xavier shot through the hallways, adjusting his directional vectors to weave through the crowd, the second bell rang. He reached his classroom just as students were filing in.

Jupiter grinned when he spotted him. "Oh, look who finally made it."

Xavier wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here."

Jupiter crossed his arms. "Why are you always late?"

Xavier shrugged. "Overslept."

Jupiter smirked. "Mate, you always have an excuse."

"And I always will," Xavier said, flashing a smug grin.

As they stepped inside, Miss Seo-Yeon Park glanced over. "Oh? Early today, Xavier?"

Xavier returned a playful grin. "Miss Seo-Yeon, I'm never late."

She gave a knowing smile. "That's good to hear. Otherwise, I might've asked Instructor Joshua to, say... intensify your training regimen."

Xavier tensed, forcing a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, lucky me."

Miss Seo-Yeon turned back to the class. "Alright, everyone, take your seats. Today, we'll be discussing the Great Race War."