Donia raised her eyebrow as her initial score got squashed by not one, but multiple infinity scores. So she actually had to try here, okay. Shaking her head at the pun that the next student made, the girl moved onto the next exercise. Sit-ups were not something that she expected, but it was by no means something that she could not use her quirk for. Letting the sand out of her fanny pack, she lied down on it and began performing sit-ups, being helped by the sand that rapidly pushed her up and down to get 80 sit-ups done in one minute. The same strategy was used during the seated toe-touches, as Donia saw no need to change things up when the method was not broken. This time, she managed to got 78 toe-touches in a minute. The third time's the charm, or so they say, and Donia found out that there was some truth to that saying. The side-steps were not as fast as the previous sections, but 60 side-steps in a minute was not half bad. Besides, she would have killer calves if she kept this up.
The 50-meter dash was about speed, so the recommended student was going to give them just that. As Donia prepared herself to run, she let her sand gather underneath her before it sent her flying, catching her and cushioning her fall before she landed and broke her ankles. 50 meters traveresed within 2 seconds, not too shabby in her opinion.
Wiping stray hairs away from her forehead, Donia moved on to the grip strength test. The reason behind this test? She had no clue, but she was not here to ask questions. She was here to prove her worth as a recommended student in this new country, and sometimes that meant destroying school equipment. As sand swirled around her arms, she called more sediment to join her side before she had two large arms made out of sand and dirt. Grabbing the testing equipment, Donia squeezed as hard as she could with her actual hands and her sand appendages. The creaking was unsettling, but she did not let up. She could go further and if push came to shove, she could replace it. Before long, the creaking stopped and the once pristine machine had turned into scrap. "Hmm, no visible score."
The standing long jump was easy to abuse, as the pit was as long as she wanted it to be. Jumping from the start, the sand rose up and formed a couch for Donia to lie on without her feet touching the sand. Floating past the camera that took a picture of her passing by, she finally landed when almost all of the sand was out of the pit. She had cleared the length of the pit nine times over at 81 meters. Running a hand through her hair, the girl smirked. "Nothing I can't handle."
The distance run was a different change of pace, literally at that. Whilst she was pretty confident in her physical stamina, there was no way that she was going to get a good amount of laps if she just ran normally. So of course, her quirk was going to be used. Whilst she could easily make a mount of sand, it would be cheap and defeat the whole purpose of the distance run. So instead, she was going to use her sand to cover vast distances whilst still exerting herself. Brushing some sweat from her brow, Donia began running as sand accumulated at her feet, effectively walking on mountains of sand and dirt as she gained speed. It was a good way to move fast, but it still forced her to move her muscles instead of lazing about. After 29 and 3/4th laps, Donia stopped due to her legs giving in. She tried to make it to at least 30 laps, but was unable to as she lowered herself back to the ground and wiped sweat off her brow. A decent performance all in all, she should at least be in the top 50%, no?
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"What a weirdo."
"You're telling me."
Zidane Did Not Approve of Monoma's behavior and instead focused on the ball throw at hand. Tossing the ball into the air, the heads wasted no time setting up a gas cloud to explode and launch the ball away. 417 metres further, the ball stopped. A decent distance, but not enough to surpass sand gal. He was not done yet though, he still had the other tests to do. The 50 meter dash was done in 5 seconds via exploding himself forward and the standing long jump was done in the same fashion, with a less than graceful landing at 70 meters, but his quirk was useless when doing seated toe-touches, sit-ups or repeated side-steps. He was left with his own stamina for those, and it showed. 25, 23 and 26 were his scores, not exactly something to be proud of.
When it was time for the grip strength test, Zidane was angry at himself for having such a low score on the previous tests. Releasing his frustrations could actually help his score here, and for once, both heads were in agreement to let this grip strength machine feel his frustration. The end result was 56 kgs, which was not bad. It was the same amount as he weighed, so it could definitely be worse. The long distance run was the final obstacle, and it could make or break his score. By launching himself forward at intervals, Zidane managed to get 18 laps in before his jersey was torn, his throat hurt like a stubbed toe and his body was decorated with scorch marks. All he could do now was hope that he was not last, he did not destroy his body just to be expelled.
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Kasumi looked at her teacher getting assaulted by one of her classmates as if it was a daily occurance before taking part in the ball throw exercise. There really was only one way for her to do this, and she was not opposed to it. This way, her tail would start repaying some of the damage it had caused. As if she was playing a game of baseball, she swung her tail at the ball and sent it flying, bouncing on the ground a couple of times before stopping at 616 meters. A decent result, but the other tests would be a living hell. Her results were 10 for the seated toe-touches, 7 for the sit-ups and 30 for her repeated side-steps.
Armor of my ancestors, why have you forsaken me? Kasumi thought to herself as she wiped sweat from her forehead and rolled her shoulders. It wasn't that she was tired, she had stamina for ages, but her body was aching due to just how stiff it was. The extra weight she was lugging about also did not help her. The standing long jump was an absolute nightmare, only being able to reach 3 meters in total. This was embarassing, and the 50 meter dash took her 15 seconds to complete. A true hero she was shaping up to be. Thankfully the grip test strength was easier for her, landing a nice 85 kg which helped her morale somewhat. The last test was the distance run, and this was not time-based. Kasumi thanked her lucky stars as a single tear rolled down her stoic face, finally her endurance would be put to the test.
It took a long time, but Kasumi managed to run 37 laps in total, although run was a strong word. It was more akin to a toddler walking too fast, but she could not care less. She finished, and that was all that mattered. Maybe I am not cut out to be a hero after all. Kasumi's face had gotten a small frown on it as a sheen of sweat covered her body, causing her jersey to stick to her body. This day could only get better from here, right?