chapter 7

Moreover, as he absorbed the Power of the Sun, the energy within Robert's body became even stronger. He felt that it wouldn't be long before he fully mastered Superman's vast array of powerful abilities.

Superman isn't just physically strong—he also possesses a wide range of incredible abilities. If Robert could truly master them all, they would undoubtedly rival the capabilities of a top-tier Mutant.

In high spirits, Robert returned to the X-Men Academy. The moment he stepped inside, he was immediately intercepted by Wolverine, who had clearly been waiting for him.

"You know you're supposed to be learning combat skills from me, right?" Wolverine said, a cigar clenched between his teeth, staring at Robert.

Robert, unfazed by the sudden appearance, gave a sheepish chuckle. "Ahem, Teacher Logan, I forgot."

Logan, the most senior figure in the entire Mutant Academy, had more combat experience than anyone else alive. Having lived for over a century, he'd fought countless battles and developed formidable fighting techniques.

It was no exaggeration to say that if combat skill were the only factor, Logan could defeat Superman if they were at equal power levels.

In fact, at equal strength, many skilled fighters could take down Superman. Once he lost his powers, even Batman nearly killed him. That alone was proof of Superman's glaring weakness—his appalling lack of fighting technique.

Despite being a god-like figure among humans, he was still killed by Doomsday.

Clearly, Superman relies heavily on raw power. Against weak enemies, it's fine—but when faced with stronger foes, he tends to get beaten down due to his poor combat instincts.

That's why learning from someone like Wolverine was important.

Still, Robert couldn't ignore the fact that grinding out strength via "fishing" was way more efficient. Spending hours training with Wolverine just wasn't cost-effective.

Yet, since Logan had taken the time to approach him, and clearly had good intentions, Robert couldn't brush him off entirely. Ignoring him would only make things awkward later.

"Teacher Logan, that's my bad," Robert said sincerely. "I'll train with you. But can we maybe change the location? Like, maybe the lawn behind the Academy? I'm worried we might accidentally destroy something, and Professor X won't be happy."

Logan seemed ready to refuse, but paused. He suddenly recalled the training equipment Robert had casually turned into scrap metal not long ago.

"Hmm... okay. Since Charles said it was alright, I'll teach you. But just so you know, my teaching methods are pretty rough. You better be ready."

"Don't worry," Robert responded obediently.

Looking at him now, you'd never guess he was the type to skip class every day. But his confidence came from knowing that Superman's body made him nearly indestructible. It was highly likely Wolverine's Adamantium claws wouldn't even scratch him.

And since Logan wouldn't be using lethal force during training, Robert had nothing to fear.

As they chatted, Robert found himself more intrigued by Logan. He was arguably the most masculine figure in the entire Academy, with a life story stretching back over a hundred years—fascinating and legendary.

"Ah!!"

Suddenly, a scream echoed from a distance.

Robert immediately noticed Logan's body tense up, his hairs standing on end.

That was Wolverine's animal-like instinct kicking in—an ability not unlike Spider-Man's Spidey Sense. It was also, amusingly, part of the reason Logan hated flying.

"Is there a fire? I smell something burning," Robert said with a frown.

Logan glanced at him, slightly surprised by Robert's sensitivity. "I'm going. You head back to your dormitory. Scott and the others are out—it's gonna be complicated."

With that, Logan turned and ran.

Naturally, Robert didn't listen and followed close behind.

When the X-Men go out on missions, they usually leave a couple of people behind to guard the Academy. This time, Logan and Jean—who possessed powerful mental abilities—were the ones left on duty.

Unfortunately, neither was particularly skilled at dealing with fires.

By the time Robert and Logan arrived at the source, the building was already engulfed in flames. The fire was spreading rapidly, thick smoke rising in clouds.

Screams came from inside the building, but thankfully, most of the students had unique abilities. For now, there wasn't immediate danger.

Logan's expression grew grave.

"This fire's out of control. Isn't there a suppression system installed?" Robert asked.

"This building's from the last century. It's an independent structure, and the original design had some flaws," Logan explained, then turned to give orders. "Since you're already here, help the students outside. I'll go in."

Robert nodded but reached out to stop him. "Wait."

Logan's healing factor was legendary—he could survive even a nuclear explosion—but that didn't mean it wasn't painful. Robert saw no reason for Logan to endure that unnecessarily.

After all, this was his future combat instructor. Better to maintain a good relationship.

"Teacher Logan, let me try first," Robert offered.

"You? What are you gonna do? What use is brute strength in a fire?" Logan looked skeptical.

Robert smiled mysteriously. "I've mastered more than just strength."

With that, he puffed up his cheeks as if preparing to blow.

Logan stared at him like he'd lost his mind.

Seriously? Blowing air? What, are you going to blow out a building fire like it's a candle?

Ignoring Robert's bizarre behavior, Logan turned back toward the flames and ran inside.

To him, this wasn't just a school—it was home. A place of belonging and purpose. He wouldn't let it be destroyed.

It was just that…

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