The disparity in knowledge was likely universal across all disciplines. As he entered his room, he quickly ate a simple meal and drank some water, feeling the weight of his eyelids growing unbearable.
He collapsed onto his bed, his last conscious thoughts spinning around the "shallow" techniques of the academy.
From the other side of the house, he could hear the muffled sounds of Tina moving about, likely practising her own drills or perhaps just being her usual energetic self. "This little devil never rests!" William sighed into his pillow before the darkness of sleep finally claimed him.
He slept for five hours, a deep and dreamless slumber that was abruptly shattered by a sharp, rhythmic pounding on his door.
"Who? What is it?" William shouted, his voice thick with the grogginess of someone dragged back from the abyss. He felt a surge of genuine annoyance.
