The rest of the speech went over in a flash. While the third year and second year students left by themselves, the first year students remained. Camie waved you over when she arrived near the door.
"We'll probably have more time to hang out tomorrow," Camie said. "There's some stuff I gotta do and you got this."
"This?" you asked. Camie looked at you for a moment, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, shucks, I forgot," she said. "Cuz some quirks are stronger than others, teachers kinda want to gauge this. So day one you get a combat appresomething test."
"Alright," you said. That was fine. Fighting was something you had prepared yourself for after all. Though you lacked the personal training Shoto got from your father, if it could be called training and not a beatdown, you had your own tricks up your sleeves. Camie left, leaving you alone with your own class and the other four, standing in lines in front of your teachers.
The stage on which Titanium held his speech retreated into the wall. The hall now looked much more like a gym at a normal school, except for the dark floor. You imagined wooden floors might not mesh well with most powers. Titanium was nowhere to be seen, instead, five adults stood in front of the groups. Your homeroom teacher was with them.
"Today," a voice echoed from behind. "Is a glorious day, for it is the day you are going to take your first step into becoming heroes."
Everyone turned around. A man stood there, wearing a two-colored helmet with massive horns sprouting out of the edges. A phoenix was painted on his chestplate.
"Sunbreaker," someone said, breaking the sudden silence. The man thumped his first on his chest.
"If you've already heard of me, that's excellent! I will be your combat instructor for the next three years. I care not for your quirks or your background, I want to see each of you fight as hard as you can. Which is your first and last lesson today."
He clapped his hands. Small shelves came out of the ground, holding various weapons.
"You," Sunbreaker said, pointing at the hulking student who had said his name earlier. He looked more a monster than a man, two fangs sprouting out of his mouth like some ogre. "You know my quirk, don't you? Do I have any physical enhancements?"
"No, sir," the ogre said.
"Come at me," Sunbreaker ordered. "Take any weapon you want, or don't use them if you so wish."
The difference in size made it clear who'd come out on top. Which is exactly why you'd put your money on the teacher. None of the homeroom teachers moved to stop it, and while the ogre student seemed a bit disturbed by the order, he nonetheless stepped forward.
When the ogre threw a punch, Sunbreaker was already under him. A kick upwards landed in the student's crotch, making everyone in the room flinch. When the ogre continued his attack, Sunbreaker grabbed his arm and threw him over his shoulder.
"What you lack in power, you can make up in skill," Sunbreaker said. "What you lack in skill, technology can make up for you. We'll have meetings with the support course on optimal gear for your quirks, but today, I wish to see you fight. And you, stand up. Stand proud. The only bad result is a draw."
The ogre stood up, dusting himself off. Bowing to the instructor, he took his place back in line. Sunbreaker stepped towards the teachers, taking his place in front of them and turning towards the students.
"Each of you will have one fight to impress me," Sunbreaker said. "Win or lose, I want you to show me your limits so I can see where to start with you. After this test, combat classes will be mixed up based on your individual talents, rather than your classes. It might be confusing at first, but you will get used to it quickly."
Everyone nodded.
"Any questions?"
Everyone shook their head.
"I heard," someone in the group whispered to their neighbor. "He fought in a great war, he's even older than Titanium."
"You think?"
"History's weird about quirk soldiers," someone else said. "The emperor back then even gave him a title. It's kinda crazy."
"Shush," you said. "Keep your chatter for after class."
"I see we have a volunteer." Sunbreaker's loud voice came from right next to you. You turned your head slowly. His helmet reflected your expression well. You certainly looked embarrassed. "Anyone who wants to fight her?"
Inasa's hand immediately went up in the sky. You noticed because it cast a shadow over you. Sunbreaker ignored him, walking up to Yuri insead.
"You," Sunbreaker ordered. "Everyone else to the wall. You two, let me be clear, we have the best medical staff in the country, matched only by U.A.'s nurse hero. I don't want anyone to pull their punches. Believe me, I can tell."
It was a bit spartan, but that was just the way of the militaristic Shiketsu High, you guessed. Yuri nodded, giving you a soft smile. At least she didn't have Inasa's grudge. That didn't mean you'd hold back. Not because of Sunbreaker's words, but because you had something to prove.
Once all students and teachers had moved towards the wall, Sunbreaker alone remained in the middle.
"Regardless of whether or not you had training with weapons, you can pick anything here," he explained. "If you think a weapon would suit you, we're more than equipped to make one to your liking. None of these weapons are sharp, but they will hurt, and they do have weight so be careful if you pick something above your weight class."
Yuri didn't move to grab anything. You had your own choices to make.
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Through your days working out to get where you are now, you've picked up some stuff. You were, at your core, a fighter who had to get up close and personal due to the nature of your quirk. Some judo lessons here and there helped, grappling techniques were always helpful.
Late-night wrestling wasn't ever something you were going to admit to watching.
The problem was, you didn't know what your opponent's power was. Your fixation on Inasa distracted you and you didn't have the chance to ask Yuri due to the rather annoying direction the conversation took.
If you had to describe your fighting style it'd be:
[] Built for Offense
[] Built for Endurance
[] Built for Counters
You could still pick a weapon. There were tons of them. Basically everything you could imagine, besides some more exotic weapons you see in those RPGs you don't play. If it wasn't going to help, you could always throw it away later.
[] Write-in?
(also because it's sort of like a halberd and halberds are the best)
