Kaze's eyes opened fully when the dinosaur teacher asked them to rise. Slowly he got to his feet, his joints creaking like great steel girders before he cracked his spine by leaning backwards. A physical exam? Damn, and here he was hoping to hide what he could do for a bit longer. The students filed out of the classroom and down the halls to get to the fields. Kaze obviously bringing up the rear with measured steps that were as quiet as he could make them.

When they got outside he shielded his eyes for a moment and it seemed he perked up a little from the heat of the sun. But not much, he was a lazy ass through and through. His eyes went to some sort of contraption, a plate attached to chains, which was probably attached to some sort of scale. This...seemed like an inadequate test for those without strength based capabilities. Kyou told them that they should go all out in a single blow on it, which earned a raised eyebrow from him.

The robot girl, Lizzy, went first. Instead of hitting it she fired a damned laser at it. [color=red]"What kind of measurement is the thing using?"[/color] He questioned as the...girl? Stepped back to let someone else go. Another girl stepped up and performed a spinning back kick before moving away. Apparently her Quirk didn't enhance her destructive power? Or was she holding out like he had planned to. But he had to go all out to get the proper teaching it seemed.

The others seemed to have gotten cold feet, none of them stepping up after the first explosive display, then the second ordinary one. Sighing, and giving off a slight growl, he went forward. [color=red]"Hard as I can, huh...?"[/color] He questioned aloud as he stopped in front of the plate. Rolling a shoulder he widened his stance and stepped back with one of his feet. His bulky arm rose up, drawing back as the muscles of his body began to ripple and tighten. His great mitt turned into a fist just as the leather armband he had on his left bicep snapped with a crack before his arm shot forward as he stepped in to put more power into the blow.

A cloud of dust billowed out in front of him as the plate was driven away from his haymaker, or telephone punch. The chains groaned as the frame skid back several feet from him, nearly toppling over. If it had been a solid target, no chains to displace some of the force, the target may have wound up across the field entirely. Flicking his hand he turned towards Kyou for a moment before going back into the crowd of students.