A teacher entered the class, and Mike was quick to assume this was his home-room teacher. He introduced himself as Langley, or Dr. Atomic. Mike hadn't heard of him before, and was beginning to wonder if he was at a disadvantage not really knowing the landscape of pros at U.A. or really just Japan in general.
"Verbal pop quiz! This is your first strategy assignment! Tell me something interesting about yourself or an experience you've had in sixty seconds or less. Your creativity, ability to think on your feet, and attention are being prepared. Ms. Sasaki, I'll give you an extra forty-five seconds because you'll be writing everything out. And the first person to impress us will be. . . " Mike began to sweat. Most other students were excited at the prospect of talking about themselves and probably had a lot of things they could say. Meanwhile, Mike was panicking on the spot. "Isami-kun!"
Mike breathed a sigh of relief. Isami began to explain his family, his sister as a pro, and gave a bit about his quirk as well. However, Mike wasn't off the hook yet, as he needed to think of something to say and fast. ""Why does every teacher just gotta love putting people on the spot like this..."" Mike grumbled under his breath as he continued to think. As he stewed in his own thoughts, he heard a quiet click as the door opened. Mike looked up to see who it was, but didn't see anyone. Then the door quietly closed by itself. Was that a student? he thought to himself. Mike's attention was immediately thrown elsewhere as Ino continued to make a slight ruckus in the class, in more ways than one, including some accidental rudeness at Isami's direction. Mike was beginning to realize that Ino wasn't actually a mean person, but just lacked any sort of filter.
"Langley....I hope you aren't antagonizing my students..." Mike looked over and spotted a much less enthusiastic-looking teacher standing at the door. "Langley...this is the second year in a row...how many times must I tell you not to interrogate the new students!" A pile of sand gathered up behind the man, as he walked up to Langley and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Shouldn't you be harassing the faculty instead of the next generation of heroes? Either way...you are unwanted here." The man sighed, and cleared his throat. With a monotone voice, as if he had said the same thing over and over the week before, he finally spoke in front of the class.
"Ignore him. There is no pop quiz...you can all take a breath of relief. After all, I am the actual homeroom teacher of 1-A, Takeda Suna. It's a pleasure to meet all of you." Mike breathed another sigh of relief. At least now he didn't need to think of something interesting to say about himself. "Well...at least the ones who will remain after my test..." Nevermind. Didn't seem like Mike was going to get a break at all.
"Wait! You said there wasn't going to be a pop quiz!" Ino rang out, with her hand raised.
"Oh...I did didn't I?" A sly smile traced Mr. Takeda's lips. "Well...I didn't say anything about a test, now did I?" He pointed to the door, looking over the ten students who sat before him. "Meet in the gym...we're going to see if you're worthy of being heroes." In the back corner of the class, a slight creepy chuckle resonated to the front. Mike looked over his shoulder and spotted a very surely-looking student laughing at the prospect.
"Heh...thinning the herd so early? Looks like I'll be the only one left after today." The surely student spoke out. Mike narrowed his eyes. He figured that he had gotten away from people like this when he left middle school, that the higher standards at U.A. would prevent people like this getting in. Seems like he was wrong. Ino made her own retort back at him, but Mike decided to stay quiet for now, continuing to glare to at the student known as Gin. The students collectively got up and made their way to the gym.
The gym was laid out with a variety of obstacle courses and other equipment. In the middle of the room was a large, one tonne block of iron.
""Are they sure that should be on hardwood floor?"" Mike wondered aloud.
"I don't care how, or what you do...but I want you to budge this block somehow. One milometer is all that will suffice...but if you can't...It won't look as if it'll help you pass this test. You might as well give up if you can't even do this simple task. What hero can't move 1 ton!" Mr. Takedo explained. Mike heard an audible gulp nearby and spotted Ino.
"Hey, your quirk is vibration, right?" Mike asked Ino, tapping her on the shoulder. "You got this no problem!" Mike turned his attention to the teacher and raised his hand. Being put on the spot in class he didn't appreciate, but something as simple as a physical exam he felt much more confident in. "Sir I'd like to go first!"
Mr. Takedo looked over. "Michael Rosenfeld, right? You're up."
Mike walked over and put as much distance between himself and the block as he could. ""It's just a block. No problem."" Mike took a few deep breaths and swung his arms a bit before staring down the block. Then, he broke out at a sprint. Running straight forward, he bent his legs more on one step and sprung into a jump, a burst of neon-green energy exploding at his launch point and propelling him much faster than a normal jump. Shifting his body into a flying kick with both legs, Mike's feet impacted against the block and there was a second explosion of green energy at where he hit the block. Mike rebounded off the block, trying to land on his feet but stumbling and landing on his rear instead, skidding backwards. The block itself had moved, too. Rather, it had tilted forward from the force of Mike's hit, before slamming down onto the floor. Mike was successful in flipping the block forward, technically moving it more than a millimeter.
Mike got up onto one knee, breathing heavily. ""YES!"" Mike proclaimed, pumping one fist at his accomplishment. The nice, hardwood floor, however, looked a lot worse for wear. Hopefully the teacher had taken this into consideration when he asked the students to move a one-tonne block of iron.