The final exams were only a few days away, and Trafalgar had spent the last stretch of time doing something he would have preferred to avoid if the academy had given him the option.
Studying.
The practical parts did not bother him. Those would sort themselves out. The problem sat stacked in front of him in the form of thick books, copied notes, marked pages, and enough historical theory to make even a patient man consider violence.
Professor Rhaldrin was the worst of it.
Not because the material was difficult in itself, but because there was so much of it.
