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Mitsuo stood quietly during the staff's introductions. He was expecting some oddballs among the faculty, given most of them were apparently former vigilantes, but he definitely wasn't expecting a foreign military official or an unsettling man in a space suit. Not that he found either of them unlikeable as of yet; Spacenaut-sensei was intimidating only in the air of mystery he carries with him, and paramilitary training was something he already expected from UA, given the rigor of what superpowered crime fighting must entail. Though, admittedly, he wasn't particularly looking forward to it. 

That's exactly why the presence of the government intermediary didn't shock him too much; he had no doubt this entire hero program would be regulated extensively. However, Mitsuhide's immediate insistence on quirk evaluation and clinical tone made Mitsuo slightly resent the man. The way he spoke was like the students were just being reduced to whatever exploitable power they brought to the table. Quirks were tools, not identities, and classifying the students [i]only[/i] by their quirk was overly pragmatic to the point of callousness. Mitsuo couldn't fault the staff too much, though. Their quirks were why they were here, and it would be silly to dance around the topic for very long, as much as Mitsuo would've liked to.

The boy continued on along with the class to the demonstration area in similar silence. A bit pathetic, he supposed, to be antisocial [i]here[/i] of all places, but the antics that had already occurred while they were waiting for the teachers to begin weren't exactly acts he was keen on participating in. At least this was supposed to be an icebreaker, he could take interest in someone's quirk as a starting point for conversation. The mutants completely unsettled him, but one of the more normal-looking people must surely possess a power he'd find interesting.

He was tempted to ask right away about the pet carrier that Mori-sensei threw into the arms of one of the other students, but he figured he could wait after the girl's demonstration. Maybe she talked to dogs or something. The first volunteer seemed eager and sure of himself, so he probably had a powerful quirk. Mitsuo averted his eyes as the torrent of flame shot upward from Katsuro. Powerful quirk it is. Wait, did he say [i]'constantly emit'[/i]? Fire Hazard was aptly named, this guy was a ticking time bomb. How did he cook? Were there precautions in place or should Mitsuo just get used to the sound of fire alarms? It was an impressive display, sure, but not when he had to [i]live[/i] near the guy.

The second girl's quirk was pretty impressive too, it looked kind of like his own but with less of a punch - pun not intended. At least, he assumed; none of her projectiles made contact with anything, but it seemed like they just transmitted the force she projected in her movements into an outward blast. And she was Zhao-sensei's daughter, judging by the last name. He could only assume she had a solid grasp on her quirk, or at the very least combat in general.

Feeling secure enough in his quirk now that he'd seen more people with vaguely similar abilities to himself, Mitsuo made his way to the forefront of the class, not quite making eye contact with any of them. Public speaking wasn't really his strong suit, especially when it had to do with his quirk. He wasn't eager to go back to being 'fireball boy', even if that would likely be overshadowed in its absurdity by the rest of the class. Seriously, there was a walking wad of bubblegum and a talking cactus.

[color=63f9ff]"I'm, uh, Himaru Mitsuo,"[/color] He toyed with his glasses nervously as he spoke, head tilted slightly downward, [color=63f9ff]"My quirk's called Will-o-Wisp, 'cause that's what it looks like... i-it'll make more sense when I show you."[/color] Smooth. 

Mitsuo turned around to overlook the concrete platform and held his arm outward in front of him. He positioned his palm vertically, generating a soft teal glow in the center. The light drifted forward to hover in front of Mitsuo's palm as it grew in size, now an incandescent orb about the size of a baseball. He looked around the scene in front of him, then tilted his head to look at the teachers with a lopsided frown forming at the edges of his mouth.

[color=63f9ff]"Um... sorry, do you have a moving target or something? O-or a stationary one... I guess."[/color] Mitsuo timidly asked, still holding his wisp in place.

Spacenaut stepped onto the concrete platform with a representation of a smile on his visor. :) [color=c4c4c4]"I can help you with that, young man."[/color] his radio-like voice stated in a gentle tone, positioning himself behind Mitsuo and raising a forward facing fist outwards over his shoulder. [color=c4c4c4]"I'll fire a rocket. Don't worry, it's not live. Let me know when you are ready."[/color]

A panel on his forearm opened up, and the munition loaded itself into place. A hand grenade sized rocket ready to fire at Mitsuo's word.

Mitsuo shifted the fingers of his outstretched palm, forming an L-shape with his index finger and thumb. A rocket should fly more or less straight, he shouldn't need to work out any angles or do any complex movements. Easy shot. Hopefully. Don't miss. Don't miss. 

[color=63f9ff]"Ready. Diagonally upward is fine."[/color]

[b][i]fwoosh![/i][/b]

The rocket shot forward from Spacenaut's arm and continued on a straight path towards the top of one of the pillars.

Mitsuo shifted his arm to follow the path of the missile, tilting the 'L' a bit for a better gauge on where he needed to shoot. Though, with a simple projectile like this, he was capable enough to wing it with relative ease. Mitsuo's posture visibly relaxed at this, and he shifted his arm forward in a subtle pushing motion to send the orb flying on a path that looked like it intersected with the rocket's trajectory. However, as the wisp got closer, it became clearly noticeable that Mitsuo had intentionally aimed too low. 

The boy nonchalantly gave an upward flicking gesture with his hand, diverting the wisp's path into an upward curve that would allow it to impact with the rocket from below. Upon contact, the orb erupted outward in a fiery blue explosion, though only about a foot in diameter. The dented and scorched remains of the rocket recoiled uselessly into the arena below as Mitsuo turned back to face the class.

[color=63f9ff]"I can generate explosive projectiles from my hands and... control them telekinetically, I guess? They're not very big, but they hit pretty hard and they're accurate, so..."[/color] His voice trailed off. He really didn't know how to make any more of a sales pitch for his ability than what he'd already demonstrated.

Mori-sensei loudly oohed at the show, the blue explosion glinting in her eyes as she stared up at Spacenaut and Mitsuo. [color=bc8dbf]"Bravo, Mitsuo-kun! Such an impressive degree of control over a beautiful looking quirk! I wonder how well you could do with multiple wisps, or maybe just one big one! Spirit bomb!"[/color] the woman's arms raised into the air as if she was calling on the energy of the world.

Spacenaut too gave him a congratulatory pat on the shoulder, feeling that his confidence wasn't really befitting of a student that capable. ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́) [color=c4c4c4]"Nice shot, son. Next time I'll make it harder for you."[/color] he returned to his place off of the platform.

Katsuro could be heard crushing his water bottle in his hands, though his expression was largely unchanged.

[color=63f9ff]"Thank you, sensei."[/color] Mitsuo bowed his head sheepishly and went back to stand with the rest of the class. In his eyes, there was no need to get congratulatory over that. It wasn't like he did anything particularly challenging, that was just how his quirk works. Both teachers raised good points, though. Multiple wisps were a literal headache to try and control, and a hitting a less-predictably moving target would've been a far more impressive demonstration.