JACK POV:
The next day had arrived, and currently, we were all in the gymnasium doing some physical tests. Our P.E. periods were treated as free periods, so we could train how we wanted.
Hirata had put in a request for some grip strength measuring devices, and he was given two.
Hirata: Alright guys, let's get into two lines to be a bit more efficient.
Some of the boy's events were based on pure strength. So this will be useful.
Sudo: Hirata, let's start with me, that way we get a high standard!
Hirata: Uh... Okay, let's have Sotomura-kun do his test simultaneously with you.
Sudo grabbed the device and smirked at me.
Sudo: Check it out, Jack! Urah!!
He let out a roar as he squeezed the device as hard as he could. His arm was shaking from how hard he was trying. The counter shot up and quickly passed 30, then 40, 50, 60... Finally, it ended at 82.4 kg (181.66 pounds). The people around us went crazy.
Ike: Woah dude! What are you made of?! You're stupidly strong!
Sudo: It's only cause I train all the time. It's only natural. Hey Koenji, you try.
He held the device out to Koenji who was sitting off to the side.
Koenji: I have no interest in this, please don't mind me.
He was filing his nails and then blew on them.
Sudo just huffed in annoyance.
Sudo: Tch... Whatever, Jack you try.
He gave it over to me with a competitive smirk.
Jack: I just grip this as hard as I can right?
Hirata: Yup! Super simple!
Jack: Alright.
I held the device and gripped it as hard as I could, my arm began shaking like Sudo's did. Everyone looked on as the number shot up. It flew past 40, 50, 60, and 70. It began to slow down slightly but I hit a second wind and gripped with even more force. The number shot up again and stopped at 102.6 kg (226.19 pounds).
Wow, that's a bit higher than I imagined. I guess it makes sense though. During my shut-in days, I would do pull-ups on a makeshift pull-up bar all the time, and grip strength is super important for that.
Sudo: Wait what?!
Sudo grabbed the device with a shocked look and everyone gathered around him.
Sudo: Dude what the hell?! Are you even human?
Ayanokoji (thoughts): While it's certainly an impressive feat, it's not impossible. From the development of Jack's muscles in his wrist and forearm, I can tell he has trained those muscles a lot. Whether or not he was intentionally targeting them is neither here nor there, but whatever he did, it improved those muscles.
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