SSS-Class Profession: The Path to Mastery

The room split before us, branching into different paths.

Elliot and I stood side by side, watching as names and categories flashed across overhead monitors. Soon enough, we found our own.

ASTRONAUT TRAINEES → LEFT WING

ASTRONAUT CANDIDATES → RIGHT WING

Elliot exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. "Guess this is where we part ways."

I nodded. "For now."

He turned toward me, grinning. "I'm pretty sure I'll be fine, but don't you dare fail before I get there."

I chuckled softly. "I don't intend to."

With a final nod, we parted.

I wasn't concerned about him.

If anything, Elliot was overqualified for an astronaut trainee position. I knew it. He probably knew it, too. His skills, his intelligence—it was clear he had what it took.