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The tower shield made of hardened blood turned out to be unnecessary. Bakugo didn't quite make it over to Síat.
「HAH? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SCARF MADE OF‽」 Bakugo, whose hands were noticeably not sparking, was straining hard against Aizawa's capture scarf.
Aizawa's hair seemed to float, and his usually dark eyes were glowing red. 「It's a carbon fiber weaved with a special metal alloy. Now settle down. If you make me use my quirk again, I'll expel you. It gives me serious dry eye.」 He retracted his scarf, and his hair and eyes settled.
Bakugo snarled and huffed over to the line.
Aizawa looked at Síat through the shield. 「Rahill... Why can I not disable your quirk?」
「Well, if I had to guess, it's because you need line of sight on me, and you don't currently have that through my shield. It's not attached to my bloodstream anymore. But that's just a theory.」
「Sound theory... We're testing it later. You have a medical condition on your file that suggest someone will need to be able to suppress your quirk, that's why you were assigned to me. Otherwise, you'd be in class 1-B with the teacher you have something in common with.」
Síat dropped the shield, and, with no place to put all that blood, coated his body under his gym clothes. "Oh, aye, I was actually hoping for him. I'd always been interested in what kept him from making weapons with his quirk. The Japanese have a history of warriors much like the Irish, though their weapons were more of a finesse type."
Aizawa squinted at him. "Nothing is really stopping you from asking, when you aren't busy. You shouldn't try to emulate someone if you aren't comfortable with their style, but his insight on your quirk is still valuable." 「Side steps. Line up and make it fast, we're burning light, and I WILL keep you all for lunch.」
Síat smirked. "I'd never try to be just like him. I could only fail. But I CAN strive to be better. Settling is how you peak. Striving higher is how you never stop improving."
Aizawa's mouth quirked up, not quite a smile, but the threat of one. Vlad, looks like you have a second rival.
The side steps were just legwork. Síat did well, really only getting beaten by Mineta.
The sit-ups were easy. Ojiro was really close to keeping pace, but Síat's blood regeneration kept his endurance up, so while they matched pace at first, only one of them started slowing down.
The seated toe touch was... Not as good. Síat could barely get past his knees before his ACLs began screaming.
Finally... The endurance run. Most of the kids collapsed pretty quick. Some of them held out pretty good, but they were overexerting. They missed the point, it was an endurance run, not a speed run. The rest collapsed while Síat passed where they had collapsed at a controlled sprint.
He rounded another lap before Aizawa sighed. 「Rahill, enough. You aren't even slowing down, you're already in first place, and despite my earlier threat, I do want to eat today.」
Rank and Name:
1. Síat Rahill
2. Momo Yaoyorozu
3. Shoto Todoroki
4. Katsuki Bakugo
5. Tenya Iida
6. Fumikage Tokoyami
7. Mezo Shoji
8. Mashiro Ojiro
9. Eijiro Kirishima
10. Mina Ashido
11. Ochako Uraraka
12. Koji Koda
13. Rikido Sato
14. Tsuyu Asui
15. Yuga Aoyama
16. Hanta Sero
17. Denki Kaminari
18. Kyoka Jiro
19. Toru Hagakure
20. Minoru Mineta
「Alright, this is where you stand now. I expect to see improvement from those of you at the top. I'd BETTER see improvement from those of you at the bottom.」 Aizawa's eyes locked hard onto Mineta. 「The class syllabus is on your desks, lunch is in fifteen, wake me up from my nap at your peril.」 He walked back into the building.