"First event: 50-meter dash."
A small robot stood at the finish line, its mechanical voice ringing clearly through the field.
"On your marks… get set…"
Bang!
The starting gun fired, and two figures shot forward at once—Iida Tenya and Asui Tsuyu.
"3.04 seconds."
"5.58 seconds."
The robot calmly announced their times as the two students crossed the finish line.
In the crowd, Amano Sora lowered his gaze to the shoes on his feet, a thoughtful look flashing through his eyes.
"Only fifty meters…" he muttered. "Then I should be able to push past three hundred meters per second."
The order of the test followed student numbers. Amano Sora, number eight, was placed in the fourth group.
He stepped onto the starting line and casually rolled his shoulders.
"On your marks… get set—"
Bang!
A blur of gold flashed.
"0.16 seconds!"
The electronic voice rang out crisply.
For a moment, the entire field fell silent.
Everyone stared at the finish line—then back at Kaminari Denki, who was still frozen at the starting line—then back at Amano Sora, who was already standing calmly at the end of the track, faint golden light fading from around his body.
"…What?"
"…Did he teleport?"
"…What the hell just happened?"
Aside from Toru Hagakure, Midoriya Izuku, and Aizawa Shouta, who already knew what Sora could do, every student felt the same word rise in their minds:
What the hell?!
Kirishima Eijiro's jaw dropped.
"So… that's what he meant by 'not good at speed'?"
Kaminari stammered, "T-that was… teleportation, right?"
Yaoyorozu Momo pushed her glasses up, eyes wide.
"Fifty meters in 0.16 seconds… That's over three hundred meters per second. He's already close to the speed of sound."
Numbers didn't lie.
This wasn't talent. This was absurd.
Meanwhile, Sora himself was staring down at his shoes as faint smoke curled from the soles.
"…Still too fast," he muttered, brushing sand over the smoldering rubber. "They're burning again."
Aizawa Shouta watched quietly from the sidelines.
So his speed has increased again… but he's clearly restraining himself, he thought. Those shoes are the limit.
Even so, the test continued.
Second Event: Grip Strength
Sora casually picked up the dynamometer.
He squeezed.
For an instant, the Speed Force flared—then vanished.
"952 kilograms."
The number flashed on the screen.
Sora flexed his fingers, frowning slightly.
"Still not enough. The acceleration distance is too short."
But to everyone else, that number was already monstrous.
Third Event: Standing Long Jump
"12 meters."
A solid result—but this time Bakugo Katsuki roared as he launched himself forward in a fiery blast, clearly trying to reclaim his pride.
Sora watched helplessly.
This guy really lives to compete…
Fourth Event: Repeated Side Jumps
Easy.
Speed-based tests were almost unfair for him.
Fifth Event: Softball Throw
Sora skipped his turn, having already recorded a result earlier.
Uraraka Ochaco's gravity-assisted throw surpassed even his previous record.
Bakugo, gritting his teeth, hurled his ball with explosive force—but still fell short.
Midoriya Izuku's throw, however…
The moment his finger shattered from recoil, the entire field went silent.
Aizawa's gaze sharpened.
Sora winced.
That kid… he's really tearing himself apart.
Sixth Event: Sit-Ups
Effortless.
Seventh Event: Sit-and-Reach
The flexible students dominated. Sora placed near the bottom.
Eighth Event: Long-Distance Run
Three kilometers.
Sora finished in under twenty seconds, jogging back as if nothing had happened.
Final Rankings
Aizawa projected the results onto the screen.
1st — Amano Sora
2nd — Yaoyorozu Momo
3rd — Todoroki Shoto
The class murmured in awe.
Toru Hagakure exhaled in relief.
"Eighteenth place… thank goodness. At least I'm not last."
Sora chuckled.
"You did fine. We'll just train your stamina more."
She nodded fiercely.
Then her gaze shifted toward Midoriya.
He stood at the bottom of the rankings.
Last place.
Uraraka stepped forward nervously.
"Midoriya-kun…"
Before anyone could say more, Aizawa turned back.
"Oh, by the way," he said flatly. "The expulsion rule was a lie."
The entire class froze.
Aizawa smirked faintly.
"It's called motivation."
Groans and shouts erupted instantly.
Sora laughed quietly.
"So he can be a teacher when he wants to be."
Toru pouted.
"That's so cruel…"
Sora shook his head.
"He wasn't lying. He just changed his mind."
She blinked.
"Huh?"
"He was watching Midoriya the whole time," Sora said calmly. "If Midoriya hadn't shown resolve despite destroying his own body… he really would've been expelled."
Toru went silent.
Behind them, Midoriya stood against the wall, clutching his injured finger—eyes burning with renewed determination.