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Authors Note:
Okay, now I know what you're thinking. "Why didn't Aizawa make an expulsion threat?" Well, because Mina was distracted and never said "this [was] going to be fun". Duh.
The 50 meter dash was interesting, Síat launched a tendril of blood from his palm into the end line and yanked himself forward. He'd managed a time of 4.05 seconds. Aizawa spent a good few seconds staring at the blood pooled in the dirt before recording it.
While he watched everyone else go, Síat casually attached the rest of that blood to his forearm as a brace. Seemed foolish to just keep dumping ALL of his blood.
Mina finished her set next to Aoyama, who bit it in the dirt pretty hard, being flashy. As she jogged back over, she glanced between Síat and Uraraka, before skidding to a stop next to Síat. 「What does Jyafua Byagu mean?」
Síat belted out a laugh, and glanced at Ochako as she set up. 「Her father mispronounced it the same way. Deirfiúr bheag means 'little sister'. What you said, if you're interested, is 'small cabinet'. Don't tell her, I told her it means 'sweet girl', I don't think I'm ready to tell her she looks like my little sister.」
👽Mina Ashido will remember that...
「Oh... So it's not a flirt?」 Tension eased from her shoulders.
「I get that a lot, you know. I was flirting with YOU, yes, but I mostly talk to people the way people talk to me when what they're saying doesn't make me feel like they hate me. If that's what flirting is, I'll do my best to learn the difference, but...」 Síat scratched his head.
「Oh. You're a social mirror, but you only reflect what you like.」 Mina nods.
Síat chuckles. 「My childhood psychiatrist called it 'on the spectrum', but yeah, that's sorta how I describe it.」
The next test, the standing long jump, was a little more straightforward. Síat crouched low, and the bracer became a tendril again. His other three limbs protruded three more, and he launched upward, and snagged at the end of the pit, pulling himself just inside the line.
Aizawa watched his blood become bracers and shin guards. 「You can go farther. You didn't. Why?」
Síat winced. 「Is further not out of bounds?」
Aizawa blinked. 「We're testing your maximum output, why would... Right. It's where the sand pit ends. Do it again. There is no out of bounds.」
Aizawa looked up at Síat, hanging on the field light he slingshot himself to, dripping blood from his head where he hit it too hard and his body wrapped around it like a wet towel. 「There is now an out of bounds. Walk it off.」
"Ngh... Okay, but the pretty stars have to move first, I can't see..."
「Ribbit... Is he gonna be okay?」Asui looked at Aizawa with what presumably was deep concern.
「Give him a minute. He just has to get enough mental clarity to make himself clot. He has to do that manually.」
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I'm..." Síat fell off the light. "Oww..."
The grip strength device creaked, groaned, and finally, the spring snapped.
Aizawa sighed. 「Every damn year...」
Finally it was time for the ball throw.
"Okay..." Síat held the ball in his hands. "45° angle will give the ball its maximum distance once the hammer turns into mist..."
Aizawa sighs.
「What?」
「Nope. Figure it out, or don't. You learn better through experience than teaching.」
"Alright... What could I be missing? Thrust, lift... Drag. Terminal velocity. Shit, when the maul turns to mist, the ball hits a wall of air because its terminal velocity isn't mach 3. A 45° angle will actually rob me of roughly 800 meters." Síat blinks.
「Would you look at that, the kid figured it out.」 Aizawa's sarcasm hit like the rest of his deadpan, which, unfortunately for Síat, means;
「Yeah, I got lucky there, I almost wasted this.」 he took it seriously.
He clenched his fist, rested it against the ball, and held it in place with a thin blood tendril. Looking straight into the forest, where there's no city to damage, he draws that fist back...
"Oileán na Smaragaid... SMASH!!!!!!!"
「3000‽ I'LL KILL YOU!!!!!」