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Rokkaku stood up next, sensing that the allocated time for such fanciful introductions was coming to an end. A couple seats in the room remained empty, and not everyone had opted to stand up in the end either, but homeroom time was limited. With a cough, the raven-haired youth stood up, his back straight and his eyes grinding into Mr. Suika’s own. The student with the big mouth had set a high standard for introductions, all things considered. Concise and idealistic, with the dragon-boy’s lazy answer serving as a foil. But where Benikuro had his ideals and Kisame had her enthusiasm, Rokkaku had something far more concrete.

He took a breath and said, in a voice gravelly and hard, [b]“I will place first in the Sports Festival.”[/b]

With that, he sat down once more, hands set flat against the desk. The first of many goals. Maybe he should have gone for something [i]softer[/i] though.

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Kyou swept his gaze over the students, waiting for anyone else to step up. It was certainly a straightforward class, if nothing else, the majority of them appearing to be relatively normal kids with a healthy appetite for do-gooding. Kaze in the back row appeared lazy, but that was expected of children whose quirks allowed them to stay on top during junior high. Kisame appeared to, at a glance, have some anxiety and self-esteem issues, but it wasn't crippling, if nothing else. The rest were what one'd expect. Akeno seemed prime class-rep material, Lizzy had the childish optimism that grew more endearing when one was old and tired of cynicism, and Yuno...well, Yuno knew to sit afterwards.

[b]"Well, then, with all that out of the way, if everyone can rise?"[/b] the scaled teacher said, a glint of merriment directed towards Akeno before he waved at the others to get up. [b]"We'll be moving towards the training fields for a quick physical exam to start off your day."[/b]

Honestly, if he had it his way, the class would have just met on the fields to begin with, rather than doing this whole awkward 'in-and-out' maneveur, but, alas, administrative shenanigans. There was almost a shrug as Kyou slapped his hat back on his head, before he strode out, his tail curled into itself to save space.

A couple minutes later, Class 1A was outside. UA as a whole had facilities larger than what such a small student population would require, and the vastness of the fitness field was a bit humbling. Gravel served as the base for the area they were currently in, and it was the size of a football field, open space all around. Spring sunlight shone warmly but not oppressively, and the sky itself was a blue that appeared to have no end, stretching endlessly in all directions. Shoes crunched against the terrain before the class reached their destination: a polished square plate, five centimeters thick and one meter long, with a metal frame and chains suspending it in the air. In the open field, it certainly looked out of place, but, well, it also didn't matter. They weren't going to be doing sports here, that was clear, and the electronics attached to the frame made clear the function.

Standing beside it, Kyou tapped the plate with his knuckles lightly, causing it to beep and punch out a number. [b]"Well then, class, to begin with, I'd like you all to take turns hitting this plate with all your quirk has. This plate's sturdy enough to more or less withstand whatever you throw at it, and can calculate voltage and temperature as well, in cause some of you are elemental Emitter-types too. I will record your maximum output, and from there, will be collaborating with other teachers to form a curriculum that will maximize the growth of each one of you here, individually. Due to that, please hold nothing back so that you may receive the best education possible."[/b]

There was a slight pause, a tilt of the head.

[b]"I'd [i]personally[/i] recommend you unleash an attack that doesn't leave you exhausted afterwards though. A hero that can't protect themselves is just a liability, after all. Do your best, within reasonable limits. Treat it as your high school debut. And if you're worried about injuring your knuckles, I've got gloves too."[/b]