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  In the garden of Xavier’s School fifted Youngsters, Sokka sat fortably against the trunk of a rge oak tree. The sun cast dappled shadows on the grass around him, and a light breeze stirred the leaves overhead. He wasn’t mueditation, but moments like this, quiet and peaceful, had a way of making him feel grounded. After all, pared to Hell’s Kit, this pce ractically paradise.

  His thoughts drifted back to his time in Hell's Kit. The streets there were gritty, filled with scum. Nero had assigned him there inally, a decision Sokka hadn't questioned—he rarely did. But things had ged when Nero summooph and handed Sokka a new ability—Telekinesis. A powerful gift that had transformed the way he approached his missions. With Toph by his side, they had beeo join the X-Men, and he couldn’t help but admit that this new enviro was a signifit upgrade. The ge of sery and mission had been more than wele.

  Sokka go his side, where Toph sat cross-legged in the grass, seemingly at ease despite the stant hum of the school in the background. She had taken to the X-Men like a fish to water, adapting quickly, as she always did. The two of them had quickly bee a force to be reed with, their abilities plementing each other perfectly. Telekinesis had e naturally to Sokka, surprisingly so. He had found ways to incorporate it into his bat style, blending it with his training, and it was a deadly bination.

  He let out a tented sigh, closing his eyes for a moment, allowing the calm to wash over him. Even with the stant training, missions, and the sometimes overwhelming number of mutants at the school, it was o have moments like these. Moments where he could just sit bad breathe.

  As Sokka closed his eyes, Toph’s teasing voice broke the tranquility. “Hah, your headache is ing.”

  Sokka stiffe her words, opening oo g her. “Not funny, Toph,” he muttered, already feeling a slight tension creeping into his temples. She always knew when he was on his way, and she took every opportunity to remind Sokka of it.

  Due to their age, they were part of the younger group at Xavier’s School, which meant they were somerotected, kept out of the most dangerous situations. But that didn’t mean they were off the hook when it came to training. Far from it. Sokka and Toph had proven themselves more than capable, and Sokka’s telekinesis had made him a valuable asset. But with that value came expectations—especially from one particur mutant who had taken it upon himself to be Sokka’s mentor.

  “Cub, here you are.”

  The gravelly voice of Logan cut through the air, and Sokka couldn’t help but tense up. He opened his eyes fully and found Logan standing over him, arms crossed, a familiar frowched on his face. The man looked every bit the Alpha Wolf he was rumored to be, with his unyielding posture and intense gaze. Sokka had heard the whispers around the school, the parisons made between him and Logan—a young wolf being trained by the old alpha. Maybe it was Sokka’s hair, styled in the Wolf-Tail Tribal Style, or maybe it was his tenacity. Either way, Logan had taken a particur i in him, and it wasn’t something Sokka could just shrug off.

  “Lying around again, huh?” Logan’s voice carried a mixture of annoyand amusement. He wasn’t angry, not really. It was more like he was alushing Sokka to be better, to do more. And Sokka respected that, even if it did meaime lounging in the garden.

  “Just taking a breather,” Sokka said, sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck. “Gotta enjoy the peace while it sts, right?”

  Logan grunted, clearly unimpressed. “You eace, Cub? You earn it. Now get up, we’ve got work to do.”

  Toph snickered from her spot in the grass, pletely unfazed by Logan’s preseold you,” she said, not even b to open her eyes.

  Sokka shot her a look but knew better than tue. With a resigned sigh, he pushed himself to his feet, brushing off the grass that g to his pants. “Alright, alright. What’s on the agenda today, Logan? More of that ‘ fight from a distance doesn’t mean I ’t knock you out’ training?”

  Logan’s lips twitched in what might have been a smirk. “Something like that. You’ve been w on trol with your telekinesis, but now we’re going to test your endurance. See how long you keep it up under pressure.”

  Sokka raised an eyebrow. “Under pressure? You mean yoing to be throwing stuff at me while I try not to get hit?”

  Logan gave a short nod. “Exactly. You’ve got the power, Cub. Now let’s see if you’ve got the focus to back it up when things get messy.”

  Sokka couldn’t help but feel a mix of dread aement. Training with Logan was never easy, but it was always worth it. The man had a way of pushing him beyond his limits, ae the gruff exterior, Sokka knew Logan was looking out for him. It was his way of showing he cared, even if it meant a few bruises along the way.

  Toph, with a grin teased. “Sounds like fun. Mind if I tag along?”

  Sokka smirked, stretg his arms zily as he g Toph. "Hah, jokes on you. This time, yours is ing."

  Toph chuckled, leaning ba her palms, pletely unfazed. "You think you trick me?" Her tone was casual, almost bored. She could feel the vibrations of half the school with her powers, and there was no headache ing her way. She was sure of it.

  But suddenly, she felt the wind shift, a subtle disturbahat wasn’t part of the usual background noise of the garden. A hand touched her shoulder, and she jerked so hard from the ued presenext to her that she nearly shed out instinctively. Her body tensed, her muscles coiled, ready to react.

  But just before she could do anything, she reized the familiar lightness of the footsteps nding beside her. She let out a deep sigh. "I hate twioes."

  Storm’s voice was calm as she addressed the youh Bender. "I was looking for you, Toph. Time for training."

  Toph grumbled under her breath, pushing herself off the ground. "Yeah, yeah. Could’ve just sent a message, you know. o sneak up on people."

  Sokka couldn’t resist a chuckle, thhly enjoying Toph’s minor disfort. It wasn’t often that someone could catch her off guard, and when they did, he made sure to relish the moment. “Careful, Toph. Seems like even the weather’s against you today.”

  She shot him a gre, but there was no real heat behind it. “Keep talking, and I’ll make sure your headache es early.”

  Storm looked betweewo of them with a small smile pying on her lips. "You two done bickering? Or should I e ba another hour?"

  Sokka shook his head, still grinning. "Nah, we’re good. Don’t want to keep the wind goddess waiting."

  Toph snorted but followed Storm, her feet scuffing the grass as she walked away. Sokka watched them go, feeling a slight pang of envy as he watched how naturally Toph seemed to mesh with the X-Men. She fit right in, while he was still finding his footing—literally and figuratively.

  But before he could dwell too mu it, Logan’s gruff voice cut through his thoughts again. “You ready, Cub?”

  Sokka turned back to Logan, his earlier frustration repced with determination. “Yeah. Let’s get this over with.”

  Logan nodded, a gleam of approval in his eyes. “Good. You’ll hat attitude if yonna make it through today.”

  Then Sokka's eyes lit up with mischief, a spark of creativity fshing across his mind. He had always been the innovative ourning the simplest resources into something u was that same iive spark that had caught the attention of his sword master, Piandao, who saw potential in Sokka’s unventional thinking and decided to teach him the way of the sword. Whether it was i, otlefield, or now with his newfound telekinesis, Sokka’s mind was always ing with possibilities.

  He watched Storm, her presence almost ethereal as she guided Toph away with the ease of a breeze moving through the garden. Aarted f in Sokka’s head—something inspired by the way Storm seemed to float effortlessly, almost like she was oh the wind itself; he had seen Aang do the same tless times as well.

  Closing his eyes, Sokka focused on his telekinesis, visualizing himself lifting off the ground. He had practiced moving objects, stopping projectiles, even enhang his strikes with it, but this was different. This time, he wasn’t just trying to manipute his surroundings—he was trying to manipute himself.

  At first, there was nothing, just the usual hum of energy within him. But then, he felt it—a slight shift, like a tug at his core. Slowly, cautiously, he let the energy expand, imagining it lifting him up, carrying him like the wind carried a leaf. And before he k, his feet were no looug the ground.

  Sokka’s eyes snapped open in surprise, the world tilting slightly as he realized he was floating a few feet above the garden floor. He wobbled, arms filing slightly as he struggled to maintain his bahe sensation was strange, exhirating, and terrifying all at once. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face.

  Logan, who had been watg Sokka with his usual iy, raised an eyebrow. “What the hell are you doing, Cub?”

  Sokka had two dominant thoughts as he floated above the garden floor. The first was a rush of excitement: This must be how Aang always felt. The freedom, the weightlessness—it all made sense now. The sed thought was more mischievous: I catch Toph unaware all the time now. Well, at least until she masters Haki. A grin spread across his face as he looked down at Logan, who was staring up at him with a mixture of curiosity and irritation.

  Sokka knew he was supposed to be training, but the opportunity was just too good to pass up. He feigned panic, filing his arms in exaggerated fashion. "Whoa! Logan, I—I ’t trol it!" His voice carried the perfect amount of arm as he twisted in mid-air, spinning slightly to sell the act.

  Logan’s expression darkened. "Cub, stop messing around a down here before you hurt yourself."

  Sokka’s grin only widened as he preteo wobble even more, his body twisting awkwardly in the air. "I’m trying, but—" He filed again, this time iionally drifting higher. "It’s like the wind’s got a mind of its own!" He threw in a bit of extra spin, now floating well above Logan’s reach.

  "Don’t make me e up there," Logan growled, though his tone held a begrudging hint of amusement. It was clear he knew what Sokka to, but that didn’t stop the older mutant from pying along.

  Sokka let out a loud, exaggerated yelp, his arms pinwheeling. "Too te! I’m a goner!" He began to drift towards the trees, his feet just grazing the leaves. From the er of his eye, he could see Logan’s jaw g, clearly trying to decide whether t him down or let him tihis ridiculous stunt.

  Before Sokka could savor his newfound flight any longer, a sudden heaviness gripped his body, and he felt himself slowly desding toward the ground. His initial excitement gave way to mild frustration as he realized what—or rather, who—was responsible. Clig his tongue in annoyance, Sokka cast a sideways g the newer standing just a few feet away.

  Jean Grey.

  Of course she’s here too.

  She was watg him with a calm, knowing expression, her presence as posed as ever. He had to admit, she made telekinesis look effortless. Her ability to trol it with such precision was something he respected, even if it did mean she could bring him down from the sky without so much as breaking a sweat.

  Sokka nded softly on the grass, crossing his arms with a hint of defiance. "You couldn’t let me have that one, huh?" he said, trying to sound pyful but uo hide the slight edge of disappoi in his voice.

  Jean smiled faintly. "You’re doing well, Sokka. But let’s save the acrobatics for when you’ve got more trol."

  Logan, who had been watg the entire se unfold with his usual gruff amusement, stepped forward with his arms crossed. "Told you, Cub. You’re not ready to be showing off just yet."

  Sokka sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he gnced between Logan and Jean. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. More trol, less goofing off."

  Jean chuckled softly, shaking her head. "It’s not about that, Sokka. You’re progressing fast, but pushing your limits too soon backfire. We don’t want you overextending yourself."

  Sokka rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t pletely hide the small smile tugging at the er of his lips. "Right, right. Safety first and all that."

  Sokka khere was more to Logan's insisten these training sessions than just sharpening his skills. The old man had a soft spot for Jean Grey, and Sokka had picked up on it early. Telekinesis training had bee the perfect excuse fan to be around her, despite the tury-long age gap betweehe gruff exterior didn’t fool Sokka—not when Logan’s gaze would linger on Jean a little too long, or when his tone softened ever so slightly whenever she was near.

  Sokka shook his head, brushing off the thought with a smirk. There was o voice his observations about Logan's subtle affe for Jean. He had more pressing things on his mind now—like the possibility of mastering this newfound ability to fly. The exhiration of floating above the ground, even for a few brief moments, had sparked a new eagerness in him. There was something about that freedom, the weightlessness, that made him feel more alive than he had in a while. And sure, being able to mess with Toph in new ways was an added bonus.

  "Alright, Logan," Sokka said, crag his knuckles as he refocused oask at hand. "Let's get serious. I want to see just how far I push this."

  Jean, who had been watg with that calm, almost serene expression, took a step back, giving them space. "I'll be around if you need anything, Sokka. Just remember—band trol. Don't rush it."

  Sokka nodded, giving her a small wave of aowledgment. He appreciated the advice, even if he was itg to push the limits a bit. That was just his nature—always testing boundaries, seeing how far he could go. And with Logan and Jean both there, he knew he had a safety if things went sideways.

  Logan's eyes narrowed slightly as he sized Sokka up, no doubt pnning the set of challenges. "Alright, Cub. Let's see what you’ve got. But remember—this ain’t a game. You push too hard, yonna feel it."

  Sokka rolled his shoulders, feeling the tension ease out of them as he prepared himself mentally. "Don’t worry, Logan. I’ve got this."

  With that, they got to work. Sokka focused on his telekinesis, pushing himself to maintain his hold on multiple objects while dodging Logan’s relentless attacks. It wasn’t long before he was sweating, muscles burning, but he kept going, driven by the desire to improve, to master this ability.

  He smiled to himself as he deflected another of Logan's attacks, his thoughts drifting momentarily back to Toph. She’d probably scoff at him if she knew how excited he was about the possibility of flying. She’d tell him to focus on the ground, where the real battles happened. But Sokka knew better—sometimes, to win, you had to take to the skies.

  And maybe, just maybe, he’d get the hang of it soohan anyone expected.

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