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Your class was forced to be out and about before the sun had risen. It was 5:30 A.M. when Aizawa blurted an alarm throughout the cabins, making it impossible to sleep peacefully. Half of Class-A was on the verge of falling asleep while standing; you were all dazed. You stood towards the back between Bakugo and Todoroki, crossing your arms and trying to listen to Aizawa without dozing off.
"Today, the real training camp begins. Ideally, you all will emerge stronger. Strong enough to acquire your provisional licenses. More specifically, there's a growing hostile force out there. Through this, you'll be prepared to face it, so stay sharp and work hard. To start," Aizawa threw Bakugo a ball, about half his hand fit over the ball. It seemed the blonde already knew what to do with it; he strut his way to the front, looking unfazed from the plague of fatigue. "Last time, right after school started, your record was 705.2 meters. How much have you grown since then?"
Bakugo walked further away from the group, readying up his stance to throw the ball higher than ever before. He swung his arm, then let go of the ball into the air as he shouted, "Go to hell!", leaving your class confused on what he meant.
The gadget in Aizawa's hands beeped, signifying a score has been recorded, he turned the screen to you. "709.6 meters."
"Not much further than before." You stated, pondering. You weren't sure of Bakugo's athletic status at the beginning of the year, but you could say that he was one of the must active members of Class A you knew of. The boy gave you a dirty glance.
"(Y/N), why don't you try?" Aizawa suggested. You took a step up to the front, being given a different ball. "Since it's your first time, and we have nothing to compare it to, your goal after this training camp will be to have beaten it by at least three meters."
You nodded your head, understanding the instructions clearly. Your stance was one of a softball player's, preparing to throw the ball as hard and fast as you can. You gathered all your strength and released the ball into the sky, it flew high until you could just barely see it. Aizawa revealed your score to the class as 710.8 meters.
"Yes. You have been through a lot these past three months. Undoubtably you've grown a lot. But it's only your techniques and minds that have matured. Well, and your bodies, a bit. But as you've all just seen, your quirks haven't kept up with the pace. Starting today, you'll improve on your quirks. This'll be so harsh, you'll wish you were dead, so do your best to stay alive." Your teacher concluded.
There were three separate groups you could work in. One was Tiger's, the bulky man viewed each kid in both classes before speaking. "I'm here to kick and punch you into shape. All you power-up types, you're coming with me." Those who were said 'power-up types' groaned, afraid of this man's itinerary for the day because of how brutal he sounded.
Pixie-Bob chimed in after Tiger collected his share of kids, "With my Earthflow, I can create the perfect training environment for each of you." She said, creating a mountain of rocks to stand behind her.
