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Marius' gaze shifted to the events as people began to line up, his cheerful expression fading from his face as he approached. His eyes darted around, absorbing what he could make out of everyone's abilities around him. He was impressed, everyone seemed to be giving it their all. He lined up for the sprint, taking the starting position. As the whistle sounded he bounded from the starting block rather anti-climatically. Any onlooker wouldn't be able to distinguish him from a regular high school student running track, he had a mediocre sprint speed for even a quirkless boy his age. He stumbled across the line catching his breath, seeing his less than impressive time. He cursed himself inside
"So much for showing off from the get go..."He looked at the activities to line up for, deciding to stick to the other things he sucked at for now. His general masculine physique left his toe touches as expected, his level of fitness kept him withing his personal best range for the long distance run. In comparison to the others with physicality quirks however, this could be seen as a less than average time for sure. The sit ups went similarly, he did endurance bodyweight workouts often so things like jogging, sit-ups and pull-ups were among his specialties for someone with no quirk-added ability physically. As he did his situps he found himself grinning at Ana's performance in the ball throw, setting the best time thusfar.
His side-hops were again mediocre, and by this point the others might see his performance as rather laughable given his performance in the entrance exams. Trying to put it out of his mind, he moved towards the grip test. The machine seemed very sophisticated, it would have to be for some of the strength people have. He held the grip in his hand and closed his eyes exhaling slowly. Small hydraulic valves began to pulsate on the machine as the handle in Marius' hand gave off a red hue, evidently to increase resistance to continue readings. The display began to rocket up beyond the other's grip scores, shooting by a factor of ten after another until the display reached 1 tonne, displaying an Error message. Gauges kept popping open on the machine before Marius shifted a little on the spot. He started to feel a possible twinge coming on in his mind, in that instant he released as to not hurt himself. The sudden release of pressure slammed the grips back against the handle, The machine's components all making rather loud noises as it coped and ran back down to it's normal settings. However not displayed, the actual number he managed would be available for All Might to check later on a printout.
Satisfied with the previous performance he moved onto the ball throw. Simple enough, he held his hand forward as the ball began to spin rapidly. It shot forward, accelerating for several dozen feet before capping off speed wise, rocketing past a normal throwing distance. It landed as normal a fair distance behind Ana's throw, but far ahead of the students disadvantaged here. His smile began to creep up now, that's two events with great scores to balance out his early misgivings.
He took the position for the event he left till last, the standing long jump. He inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly, again closing his eyes.
"Come on, you've done this hundreds of times. Just make this a big one."He pointed his hands towards the floor and turned his right foot to it's side, bending his knees as dust kicked up around his feet. As his knees extended, dust threw itself up around him as he launched through the air. He soared forward several times the distance of some others, holding his hands towards the floor once more as he skidded on the side of his left foot. His balance shifted in a rather practiced manner from a sharp angle until he could again stand upright. The few meters it took him to stop after the landing obviously didn't count, but he grinned, still pleased with himself. He slammed a fist into his hand.
"Nailed three of them, that should be good enough."He wandered back over to the starting area, tugging his collar a little and bowing his head apologetically to the poor grip strength machine he abused earlier. He stood relatively on his own, hoping someone might strike up conversation. It was the first day after all, talking to the same people all day would close him off.
He picked up one of the water bottles Eva had kindly fetched, giving her a wink, smile and a thumbs up for both the water and her performance. She'd beaten him in a few events after all, he was in no place to gloat from a few successes after his pathetic display in the sprint and toe touches. He took a sip of the water as he stood awaiting whatever came next.
