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[i]Interacting with - [@pkken] [@Chaotic Chao] [@Norschtalen][/i]


Connor's suspicions about the wolf-boy, well, Ookami's quirk were confirmed. They were basically just stuff that wolves could do. Ah well, at least Lance's quirk was actually pretty decent. Controlling the wind was a respectable quirk, and Connor looked on with intrigue as the boy produced within his hand a marvellous little tornado. Very cool indeed. Lance got rid of the tornado and then asked about hero names.

"Nah, I haven't really thought about it that much. I guess I'll have to think of something when the time comes for it to be necessary."

But now it seemed to be time for the real tests to begin. A sense of excitement brewed inside Connor's chest as he made his way onto the sports field, feeling pretty confident about his abilities to do well. He knew some events he would excell at, and others he might lag behind due to his quirk not being very useful in those areas. Still, he was a pretty athletic boy nonetheless, and he had high hopes.

A while later, and Connor had done it. He was feeling pretty damn tired and exhausted, but still rather pleased with himself. The dash had gone as he'd expected. He still did okay, but he couldn't use his quirk for that and was obviously outpaced by people like that boy who could seemingly teleport. Now that was a useful quirk for running. Standing long jump had gone the same, even though he had tried to think of a way to use his quirk to his advantage. Most of the other athletic or running events were the same story.

Some events, however, Connor excelled at. With the grip strength he managed to strengthen the grip with some handy bone reinforcements, so he placed pretty high up on that event and was proud of himself. The ball throw, however, was completely different. Using something he vaguely remembered from school about pivots, he formed something that vaguely resembled a lacrosse stick. A longer pivot, he remembered, meant more power and energy. The ball was flung a damn far distance, and Connor was pretty sure he placed in the top three there. He managed to send out some bones to grip his toes in the toe touches to send himself up the rankings on that one, too.

Now Connor was tired, and had a large craving for a cool drink of water to cool himself down. What luck however, when he saw in the distance a girl surrounded by lots of them. Perhaps she was giving them away? He wandered over and found that it was the girl who had caught his sight earlier. She seemed pretty tired as well. He got closer and came to the conclusion that she was giving them away.

"Hey... If you're giving those away, can I have one? Tiring tests, eh?"