[h1][center][color=aba000]ACION[/color][/center][/h1]
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[color=aba000]I guess these wings do have its merits after all…’[/color][hr]

He did remember that line. The line that he uttered all by himself years ago. It was a line chosen by the Gods to guide him out of his darkest juncture. Indeed it was masterful, having to see the quirky wings of a man who was once considered a disappointment to everybody, shine with its glory and usefulness.

[color=aba000]"Oh dear, I'm gonna be late!" [/color]

Or nearly so...

He was still working on it.

[color=aba000]"I guess there should be no reason not to use it"[/color]

Acion slowly opened his 6 wings, which was all wrapped around his body to save spaces, until they were completely wide apart, stretching nearly two meters in length on both sides. As he continue to run, the wings began to flap, fiercely yet beautifully. Eventually, Acion could no longer feel the weight of the concrete below him, as he was carried away into the sky.

Yes, you did not hear it wrong. Six wings. Acion was no means angelic like, nor did he looked like any sort of typical hero that people would imagine. They proved to do more harms than goods, as moving in tight spot was difficult. In addition, Acion could not fly until he was nine, a very late age for a winged quirk, although he could blame on the quirky wing displacement. A once reowned disappointment to everybody, yet his parents refused to believe that. They believed that their son, despite how awkward he might be, could still reach to their level, even beyond. In fear that Acion might be influenced by the narrow-minded vision of their peers and his peers, his father had injected the young boy with an ideology of his own, totally independent from the others, an iron will, and a mighty determination. That, combining with his mother's practical knowledge at many fields that were not covered in normal school and a mighty warrior was born.

Of course, that could be said philosophically. In reality, a balance in willpower and strength was necessary, and that was what he had been working towards. He had yet to reach that level, but never again people would call him disappointing, after everything he had done. 

Acion looked back to his position. He was now a few hundred meters in the sky. The view above was so beautiful, yet Acion was more focused in looking out for the silhouette of his academy. It was a large one, so he definitely could not miss it.

A few seconds later, his eyes were locked into a vast pile of land. And then he began his dive. His altitude quickly plummet, his wings clipped, as he was literally free-falling. It was only when he was only a few dozens meters away from the ground did he stretched out the wing widely to prevent him from a painful, squishy death. It was all calculated of course, as the air resistance stopped him only a few meters above the ground. His vector sharply turned to a horizontal one, as Acion flew down the street, pass the block at a speed of a train at full speed. Soon, the academy's gate was in sight. 

He caught sight of hundreds of students being 'traffic-jammed' at the gate, for the gate was too small to accommodate everybody. 

[color=aba000]"Well, I guess you don't need this now."[/color]

He put away his ID card as he continue to fly at low altitude. He originally intended to stop right at the gate to use his ID on the terminal, like how it was done. But here the situation was pretty much a total anarchy, and the area around the gate was packed, so it could not automatically close. So there was no point in using it

For a moment it might seem impossible to enter the area with that congestion going on. But for Acion, he already found his answer to that: flying straight in. The gate had considerable height, and Acion utilized it effectively. 

Now that he had passed through, he began decelerating, stopping right at the entrance to the main block. But before making his entrance into it, he was then blocked by a huge, menacing man in black sunglasses.

[color=fff200]"Sorry, but we were ordered not to allow any students in this way! The ground floor area of this building is blocked off to students until further notice! You must take either the left or the right one."[/color]

Oh come on!

He had no time for this!

Acion tried to fly up, but as he found out that the windows and roofs were all blocked, he knew that he could not pass through that. So his only choice right now was to pass through the right or the left wing. After a brief second of consideration, he chose the right one. [hr]

[center][h3]Right wing[/h3][/center]

What the hell is this?

In front of him, along with a few dozen students, was a young pretty woman with...a syringe. And not some normal one, a [b]GIANT [/b]one. She was projecting some kind of auras that for some reasons stopped the students behind him from making an advance.

[color=aba000]'Hmmph. Weaklings...'[/color] 

As opposed to the student's reaction, Acion merely moved forward casually, as he gazed into the eyes of the young nurse. 

[color=aba000]"I'm sorry, but I do not have the time or purpose for a check-up."[/color]

With that, he passed on. Now only one obstacle remained, and that was distance. He was still a mile away from his class room. After quick observation, he realized that if he had taken the left wing, it would have been faster. He had no time to curse himself for this, as he was only five minutes away from being late, and risk being expelled right on first day.

[color=aba000]'Oh well...'[/color]

Here goes nothing.

Acion extended his six wings once again, but this time, due to the enclosed space, he did not open it as widely as he wanted. He was literally flying in the hall. It did not give him much speed, but now, the more the better.

He took a left turn to enter the adjacent hall, flew down that hall before making another turn to the hall that his classroom was placed in. Despite the narrow hall, he was able to maintain flight quite impressively, as he was not using his upper wings and instead used the middle and bottom wings for it. Such versatility is crucial in this kind of situation. 

His legs then touched the floor, as soon as he caught sight of his classroom door. He turned around his horizontal axis, so that he was standing straight, his legs applying friction to the floor. His wings then extended widely again, taking advantage of aerodynamic resistance to slow him down. His calculation was pretty precise, however, he did have to use the door to completely stop himself. It slided open as it contributed to his deceleration, and as soon as Acion regained his composure, he casually walked in, his wings slowly wrapped around him. 

It was 0826. 

Just in time.