If he were told how boring and repetitious his training would be, he would have never entered the sacred temple for this "exclusive training", that would "build him into a trusted leader". Granted, there were some exciting tricks he discovered, but those were few and far between; and when he wanted to learn more, it was always the same, "We must wait for the others in your class to catch-up". He was a natural, or "sensitive" as the Masters put it. Way more advance than what the others he came in with had; their poor grasp of the lessons often made him wonder, why are they even here?

Oft at times he found himself fiddling with some random object he found, causing the Masters to think he wasn't paying attention to the lessons; before they could voice their chastisement he would blurt out the answer, never taking his eyes of the object.

"Yeah, I already know this. It's common sense, really." He would say

Policies and regulations are what kept the temple training in place, and it rubbed him wrong to be held back when others were obviously too slow to "catch-up". After the first couple of years in training, he soon realized that the policies and regulations didn't apply to everyone. There had been rumors of "The One" who would bring balance. Every now and again, some new kid would show up, mostly way younger than him, and be ushered through the classes and given a higher rank, just because the old guys in the council saw potential. Then they'd fizzle out and go—who knows where they went, but it was damn sure they weren't "The One". He'd think to himself, I'm so much better than this joke. Why can't the council see my skill level? Why did they even take me in?

They were truly unfair, he felt. If he were told how boring and repetitious his training would be, and how political the council members were, he would have never entered the Jedi Temple. But then again, he never really had a choice.