Chapter 20: Rotation All Around

Recap:

'Erased, is he Eraserhead. From the sites I browsed when trying to gain an understanding of heroes, he's an underground hero who can erase emitter type quirks, mostly involved in capture cases.'

Suijin missed the berating he'd given Midoriya and only caught Midoriya right before his finger started glowing and the ball left his hand.

'Glow-'

*Whoosh*

An intense wind was once again surrounding everyone as the ball went up in the air, leaving behind circular clouds.

This time everyone managed to keep their footing, as they were expecting this, but their surprised expressions could be kept under control.

*Beep*

705.3 is what the screen said.

"Wow Midoriya-"

'He beat my record.'

Suijin ignored his classmates as he thought of that throw. He stole a glance at his injured classmate as he thought,

'He threw the ball in the air? With the power in that throw, if he lowered the angle, he would've had more distance.'

"This school is filled with monsters." Suijin couldn't help but mutter.

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"RIght! That's what makes this great, only by having extraordinary competition will everyone be able to push themselves to their fullest potential." Kirishima commented on the words Suijin unknowingly muttered.

Then, without waiting for Suijin's surprised expression to come to a settlement, he stepped up to take a jab at the ball throwing test.

He picked up the ball and let his arm extend out to its fullest at his side before spinning around. Looking like a human table spinner, he finally let go of the ball, which had turned into a deadly projectile.

Aizawa, who was among the few paying attention, ignored the beep from the device in his hand and said monotonously, "184.2".

Mina then came up, passing Kirishima, and took her turn, though as she passed him, she consoled his deflated expression, saying, 'No one was watching.' and that 'he'll do better next time.'

'I doubt that'll make him feel much better, though.'

Suijin then turned his attention back to Mina, who, upon receiving the ball, revealed a troubled expression. She then turned back to Aizawa, holding the ball out in her hand with her brows furrowed.

"Sensei, do you, by chance, happen to have a corrosive resistant ball?" Hopes of further showing off her quirk to her classmates lingered on this question.

Though they were crushed by the quick "no" from the teacher.

*Sigh*

"All right, class, listen up!"

The murmuring quieted down as everyone listened to their new teacher. Though they'd been with him for less than a day, from his personality, it seemed like any yelling from him was something to be paying attention to. Midoriya even forgot about the pain in his pale, purple finger.

"Can anyone tell me why you're taking these tests?"

Ida then raised his hand with a stern look on his face.

"Sir, isn't it as you said? So that we can get to know our maximum capabilities."

"A little more than that."

A hesitant hand-well glove was waving around, gaining the notice of everyone else. Oddly enough, the glove seemed to have no body or owner for it to connect to.

"Is it so you can gauge our strength."

"Similar to what Ida had said, but yes, though again there's another part missing."

'I swear if I didn't train my vigilance, I'd have been terrified by the voice that popped out of nowhere.'

The silence prevailed as Aizawa waited, trying to see if anyone could come up with another answer.

'Though I'm not too good at sensing since I barely even noti…Wait a minute!'

"Is it…so we can train in unfamiliar aspects, getting used to doing things we are not familiar with." Suijin's seemingly small voice popped up in the silence that seemed to swallow all sound.

"Some villains have abilities that only require a short duration to release devastating levels of damage. What do you think is required when dealing with such people?"

"To defeat them quickly." Kirishima said with a smile.

'50-meter dash.' The words came to his head as he drew conclusions from his teacher's words.

"When pursuing villains, the terrain often isn't in your favor, requiring you to be able to hop and jump across buildings when chasing in areas like Musutafu."

'Jumping the sandbox.'

"The situation isn't always in your favor, Bakugo in the future may be on a hunting mission to locate and engage a villain but end up being stuck with the responsibility to protect the target due to his strength."

The person in question scowled, though it eased up towards the end.

"I need to know your limits to properly train you, you need to adapt to all circumstances to properly deal with all situations. That's what it means to be a hero in training."

As the students considered his words, Aizawa turned to face Mina, his voice and face still monotone.

"Do your best." Then he walked to the side, watching her snap out of it and get ready to throw.

'Was he consoling her?' That thought couldn't help but enter Suijin's mind, He laughed at his thought, but the more he thought about it, the more plausible it became.

Sneaking a peak at his teacher, he thought, 'That guy really—" though that was cut off by a glance coming his way. He awkwardly shuffled on the ground before focusing on Mina, whose mind seemed to return to an optimal state.

She closed her eyes and gripped the ball tightly in her hands. Imitating Kirishima, she spun, planning on using rotation to increase the speed and power of the ball.

Then, letting her center of balance tilt, her head was coming within close distance of making contact with the hard ground as her hand reached out as far upwards as it could.

Her palms started secreting an acidic liquid, which Suijin could already see starting to burn the ball. Before it got to a bad enough degree she let it slide from her hand and fly through the air. A few seconds later, the device made a beeping noise.

"94.8." His voice reached everyone, though something seemed off about it. A hidden meaning seemed to be heard through the tone.

'Was that…Approval?'

Suijin walked up, picking up a ball in a basket along the way, not minding the swap of roles with Kirishima now consoling Mina.

Suijin didn't plan on using rotation like the others, partially because he felt he'd look stupid if he did, but mainly because for his "throw" he'd need to have control over the ball and where it was, requiring a balanced center of gravity.

Suijin, with his back turned to his classmates, sprayed a light mist onto his finger, using the moist liquid to tell the direction of the wind, which luckily was right where he wanted it. He tossed the ball up into the air as he remembered his father's words said in a passing by.

'Sometimes less is more.'

Ignoring the fact that such words would normally come from a man trying to console himself for his small... parts,

Suijin plans on following it literally now. He tilted his head up and readied his sights and nozzle, waiting for gravity to take its course and have the ball end up where he wanted it.

'I can't hit the bottom as that would make the ball spin in the opposite direction of the wind, lowering its speed. Nor the sides as they would direct the energy of movement from distance ahead to either right or left.'

The ball trickled down, within a few more seconds, it would end up right where Suijin wanted it.

'I can't go to the direct middle since with too much power, as that would just split the ball in the middle, but too little power wouldn't make it go far enough. So the obvious option was,'

Suijin sprayed out a rather thin shot, about the width of a toothpick, to the top of the ball. The shot just barely grazed it, but having enough power to spin the ball in the direction of the wind and with that power behind it the ball ended up being propelled forward.

With the power of the shot, the rotation, and the wind, Suijin's ball ended up going significantly farther than he'd anticipated, with everyone waiting more than 10 seconds before the machine made a beep.

"607.3."