Event 1: 50-Meter Dash
Just when I thought it would be Iida's show with his speed-enhancing Quirk called "Engine," there were actually quite a few other fast people too. A girl who looked frog-like, a boy who froze the ground and slid like he was skating, and that Bakugo guy was accelerating with explosions.
I just ran normally. For this distance... it's a matter of explosive power. I don't think using my Quirk or not would make much difference... I want to save it for later.
Plus... there's another small problem if I run at full speed.
I finished with a time not much different from Ojiro, who ran with me. I was a little faster, though.
But compared to Iida or Bakugo, my time wasn't anything special... so why is everyone looking at me and buzzing? Was there something that caught their attention?
"Hey, Sero, did you see that just now..."
"Yeah, yeah, I saw it, Kaminari... the way it was shaking...! With that size and running so vigorously, well, I thought it might happen, but..."
"B-Beyond expectations... ahhh... I'm glad I got into this school."
"Hey, cut it out, the teacher's looking this way. Some of the girls are looking at you like you're trash."
"Even if you say that... what can you do? When you're shown something like that..."
"Mineta, don't lean forward, it's gross... Oh, Ojiro, good work. Too bad for you, missing out on that treasure footage."
"...No, I could see it. Even from behind... it was spilling out from the sides..."
"...Seriously?"
Event 2: Grip Strength
The masked boy with six arms... Shoji or something, set a huge record of 540 kg (gripping with all three arms). This is purely a power-based event, so if I'm going to use my strength, this is the place.
"...Energy charge, grip strength enhancement limit... 500%."
I concentrated my "Power" into my hands. Burning the energy I'd stored up... imagining releasing it all at once...!
I could definitely feel my hands getting hot, brimming with power, as I gripped the dynamometer.
"...Fumiko, 420 kg."
Even if not quite Shoji's level, nearly everyone was stunned by that overwhelming record.
'Seriously?', 'She was so normal earlier... where does that power come from?', 'Well, she wasn't normal, though.', 'Y-Yeah, that's true...', 'Boys are the worst'... I keep hearing some unrelated comments.
"Here, Ojiro, you're next, right?"
"Ah, yeah, thanks... Amazing, 420 kg... Fumiko, is your Quirk an enhancement type?"
"Something like that. No time to explain in detail, though, here."
By the way, the highest score in this event... was a girl named Yaoyorozu.
However, instead of gripping the device, she used her Quirk to create a vise and tightened it... scoring a record of 1.2 tons. Hey, is that allowed? That's not grip strength.
...Apparently, it is. Because she produced it with her Quirk. Seriously, so free.
Event 3: Standing Long Jump
...It should be fine for just a moment.
Like before, I enhanced my leg strength and jumped... record 35 m.
Here too, I felt stares focusing on me the moment I landed... Ah, yeah, I'm starting to get it. The true nature, or rather the reason, for these stares.
Event 4: Side-to-Side Jumping
This is where the incident happened.
For certain reasons, I did this with minimal enhancement. Record: 59 times.
It was still a pretty fast count, but... starting with a boy named Mineta, who was jumping so fast he left afterimages using mysterious grape-like spheres as springs, there were plenty who surpassed me.
And, led by that Mineta, several boys were staring hard at me while I was doing it, so my prediction was right after all...
--Snap
"...Agh"
Feeling a bad sensation, I raised my hand after the measurement ended and called the teacher over.
"Excuse me, Aizawa-sensei, may I step out for a moment?"
"? What's wrong, Fumiko?"
"No, I moved too vigorously and broke my upper undergarment. I'll be right back if you'll allow me to change."
As I said this, I slid out the bra with its hook torn off from under my shirt and showed it to the teacher. Ah, this is beyond repair, I'll have to buy a new one...
"Bffft!!?"
Simultaneously, a sputtering sound came from the boys' direction.
Wondering what happened, I looked back to see over half the male students covering their mouths, or rather their noses. Quite a few boys were leaning forward too.
"S-So big... That was wrapping that up..."
"R-Right now, holding it like that means, inside that gym clothes now, two fruits are in their natural state..."
"I-I'm going to the restroom for a bit..."
"Mineta... your running form is gross."
Hearing those voices, I finally realized.
Ah... I did it without thinking, but that was pretty hard on the eyes... wasn't it? My bad. When I let my guard down, I immediately forget, or rather, that kind of awareness just flies out of my head.
"...Don't take out and show such a thing here, you big idiot. Hurry up and go."
"Yessir."
10 minutes later.
"I'm back~"
"Ah, welcome back, um... Fumiko-san. Did you change into a spare undergarment?"
"No, I thought if I did that it would just break again, so I went to the infirmary and got some bandage cloth to wrap around."
"B-Bandage cloth..."
I replied like that to Yaoyorozu, who was concerned.
When I exercise, I usually wear sturdier undergarments. Custom-made ones.
But, seriously, today... it was supposed to be the entrance ceremony and orientation, who'd think we'd skip out and do a fitness test? If I'd known, I'd have worn the exercise ones... or, I should've just switched to bandage cloth from the start.
Ah, then I could've gotten better records. Like in the 50m dash and side jumps.
I asked Aizawa-sensei if I could remeasure, just in case.
He said no. I knew it.
...Considering there might be chances for sudden exercise in the future, maybe I should wear the exercise ones regularly? But the comfort is just not...
Event 5: Handball Throw
With the bandage cloth wrapped around me, I had nothing left to fear.
Channeling energy into my arm strength, I wound up with all my might... and threw!
Glancing at Aizawa-sensei, He flatly read out the record displayed on the tablet in his hand.
"...Fumiko, 999 m."
"Whoooaaaah!"
"A-Amazing... but, if you went that far, why not just one more meter..."
"I'm wondering the same thing. Why couldn't I push just a little harder"
At Ojiro's words, the mysterious sadness I was trying to suppress welled up again. No, I know it's a great record, I know... but this is more frustrating than messing up badly...
Since it was the second throw, I couldn't redo it, so I had no choice but to leave.
And then, a little while later.
"SMAAASH!!"
With that characteristic shout, the ball thrown by that boy... Midoriya Izuku, scored a huge record over 700 m.
"...!?"
Until now, he hadn't had remarkable results in any event, but here...
No, I saw and knew he had that much power on the entrance exam day too. Probably... the recoil is so tremendous he can't use it lightly.
Earlier, before his second throw, he seemed to be talking with Aizawa-sensei... or rather, the Erasure Hero "Eraser Head"... I wonder if that had something to do with it?
"Sensei! I can still... move!"
"...This kid..."
What meaning that exchange, incomprehensible even from the sidelines, had... I had no way of knowing.
But, regardless of that...
--Thump
The same feeling as during the entrance exam.
My chest throbbed again. Huh, what was that just now?
…Could it be... this is... love?
(...No, probably not.)
It's true, both now and during the entrance exam... I still don't know why my heart skipped a beat when I looked at Midoriya... but this probably isn't love.
First of all, my body is female, but my heart is... ah... probably about half still male. Maybe. Surely. Maybe.
So, falling in love with a guy... no, seriously not... I think... but...
Then what is this feeling? Towards Midoriya, who ends up battered every time, is it worry, or that I can't leave him alone and want to look after him, or rather a 'I want to protect him' kind of feeling?
What do you call that feeling? If it's not love…motherly instinct?
…That might be even worse.
Ah, by the way, after all events were over, Midoriya was in last place.
But, the expulsion was a lie. Something about "Rational Falsehood"... I'm glad, but Aizawa-sensei...