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“Midoriya, you have the highest score from the entrance exam, come forward you've volunteered to give an example.” Aizawa says tiredly.
“Alright.” Izuku says as he timidly steps forward.
“How far could you throw one of these in middle school?” Aizawa asks.
“Around forty meters sir.” Izuku answers.
“Well, now do so with your quirk.” Aizawa instructs.
“Ok,” Izuku says before turning away and raising his hands in the air. “Come on, some luck please.”
Izuku Midoriya, quirk: Random Tank, summons a random tank from history to aid him, can only be used once per day, but the tank can be controlled remotely.
A rather long tracked vehicle appeared with a box in the front and a stubby gun pointing out of it.
“Aww come on!” Izuku whines. “3in gun carrier? Really, a terrible modification to the Churchill tank? I don’t think I could get less lucky.”
“Hurry up.” Aizawa says irritably.
“Fine.” Izuku mutters, moving the tank into the throwing circle and rolling the ball down the barrel. “Of all the tanks it had to be one with only ten degrees of elevation, can barely even point up.”
With a terrific bang the gun is fired and the ball races out of sight, scaring the class out of their stupor.
“What kind of quirk is that?” Kaminari shouts.
“8,137 meters.” Aizawa reads impassively.
“How is that even possible!?” Mina asks.
“Not that far honestly.” Izuku says with disappointment, “if I’d gotten a better tank with a better gun and with more elevation it would have gone way farther.”
“Stop complaining, take this as a lesson to do your best.” Aizawa interrupts, stopping the range of protests.
“Excuse me, Midoriya was it?” Momo asks as she approaches the disappointed teen.
“That’s me.” Izuku responds.
“Can I have a closer look at that gun?” Momo asks tentatively.
“Of course, I’m always happy to show off history, even if this example was only a prototype and never saw action.” Izuku responds, cheer returning to his voice.
“I can’t believe I am actually faster running than sitting on my tank for the 50 meter dash.” Izuku mutters. After his race where he convinced Aizawa to give him the better of his two scores while racing his tank. “I did it in 6.9 seconds and it took the tank 10. Unbelievable.”
“There, there.” Ochako says, patting the irritated boy on the head.
“It’s alright, I’ll do better next time.” Izuku says kindly, feeling a bit better.
“Grab a grip tester, and Midoriya if you run it over with that tank of yours I’m expelling you.” Aizawa announces.
“Well, there goes that idea, but I have a better one.” Izuku thinks aloud before grabbing a tester and climbing into his tank. “There has to be something in here.” He mutters. “Ah, perfect! The breech!”
“250 kgs.” Aizawa reads, suppressing a smile as he appreciates the creativity.
“Won’t the tank get stuck?” Iida asks as he watches the Churchill Gun Carrier drive into the sandbox, having researched all kinds of vehicles in relation to his quirk.
“Not this tank. For all its weaknesses the Churchill series has excellent ground pressure and can cross otherwise impassable terrain and climb up hills no other tank of its era could.” Izuku instructs happily as he uses his tank as a bridge. “Notice the many small wheels, this distributes the weight at the cost of top speed.”
“I see! Thank you for this lesson!” Iida shouts with a bow.
“My pleasure.” Izuku replies. As the tank casually drives out of the sand.
The tank proved useless for the toe-touch, side steps and sit-ups, partially because no one trusted Izuku’s driving enough to let him ‘push’ himself to a better score with a 40 ton vehicle. The distance run on the other hand was simple, with the tank pulling a solid second place behind Momo on her scooter.
“Oh, I have more than 10 horsepower per ton, I can go so fast.” Izuku muttered as everyone assembled for the ball throw.
“Don’t worry, you still did better than most people in class.” Ochako says kindly, comforting Izuku.
“I know. It’s just I keep thinking of what would happen if I had a light tank. I could outdo any score here.” Izuku sighs.
“And if that light tank’s gun barrel wasn’t big enough for the ball?” Momo asks.
“Your right. There are pros and cons to all tanks.” Izuku says, appreciating his new classmates' attempts to cheer him up. He wondered if it was just because they were scared of the guy with a tank, but he crushed that thought.
“Yaoyorozu, your next.” Aizawa says dully.
“I’m sorry about this Midoriya.” Momo says as he leaves.
Before Izuku could figure out why she was apologizing, Momo turns and creates a very familiar looking gun, but on a much more versatile mount, allowing 40 degrees of elevation.
“I want to get mad.” Izuku says as he recognizes the QF 3-inch 20 cwt anti-aircraft gun his tank was armed with.
Utilizing the much improved elevation Momo fires the ball a much more impressive 14,561 meters, though it seemed she lost some range to a headwind.
“Can I treat you both to a meal as an apology.” Momo says as she returns to the group.
“You don’t have anything to apologize to me for.” Ochako says, confused.
“You have been kind to him this entire time, I wouldn’t want to separate you.” Momo says.
“We accept.” Izuku says before Ochako could decline. “It's great to make friends on the first day.”
“No one is getting expelled today.” Aizawa says to the relief of a short purple haired boy. “Midoriya, are you taking this tank with you?”
“No sir, I will dismiss it for the day, it's far too slow to drive on the roads.” Izuku replies.
“Good, I didn’t want to explain to Cementos about why we had to crush a part of the school wall.” Aizawa says with a grumble before turning to walk away. “Syllabi are on your desks. Don’t waste anymore time.” he says loudly as he leaves.
“One place ahead of me, not bad.” Ochako says as Aizawa leaves.
“Seems a bit arbitrary to me, but it doesn’t really matter, as long as we improve next time.” Izuku comments.
“Can you even improve?” Momo asks.
“Well if I get a better tank and improve my fitness sure.” Izuku says optimistically.
“That’s the spirit!” Ochako cheers, “We should train together!”
“We should. I heard training in groups can increase results by up to 45 percent.” Momo says enthusiastically.
“I’m not sure it will be that much of an improvement, but I’m in anyway. Let’s meet up at the classroom and explore the school. We might find a gym or something; that I’m sure everyone that went to orientation already knows about.” Izuku says skeptically as they begin walking to the changing rooms.