Lelouch couldn't help the frown on his face as he listened on to Aizawa's instructions... Looking around, he idly glanced at each of his classmates. He'd watched a few of them during their practical and... Well.

He was disappointed.

Not with them per se... But rather with the education system in place. It made him wonder why his brother had insisted on him getting his 'hero' license in this country. And not their own.
Well, it wasn't necessarily known as a hero license in Britain... There were no heroes in his homeland. Only soldiers. He was getting off track.

Simply put, he couldn't fathom why U.A, the supposed best hero school in Japan, would accept just about anyone. So long as they could use their quirk efficiently. Not to say his classmates were weak, far from it. He'd seen their capabilities first hand and he was frankly impressed that, even with the limitations placed on them by their quirks, they'd still managed to make the cut.
But that was the main difference, as well as the biggest source of his bemusement, between his home and Japan.

Japan was willing to give anyone a shot at been a hero so long as they proved themselves useful in the long run. Britain however only gave those whose quirks had major potential the chance to learn, earn and become a soldier of his families empire. Sure that meant there were fewer students to pick out from... But the ones that made it through tended to be monsters by their own right.
In other words, as Clovis best put it, money well spent.

That was the first difference he'd noticed. The second one on the other hand?

Japan seemed to heavily favour those with physical quirks. Most, if not all of his classmates, had the physique to show it. He had no doubt most spent yearsdeveloping the bodies he could make out. Developing the muscles he could clearly see.

Honestly... Encouraging children to favour close combat, for there was no other reason he could see for such development, should've been a crime. Heroes were supposed to be this country's first line of defence no? Why on earth would they risk putting most of them in what essentially amounted to a vanguard? The most dangerous place in the field.

And they were expected to survive after only three years of guidance?

Or perhaps it was simply his own upbringing getting in the way of things? He may be surprised yet. Still, his family had never truly bothered with such training, they believed in dealing with their enemies without ever giving them the chance to counterattack. Without risking the future soldiers destined to help keep the empire going. It'd certainly worked.

Britain's crime rate was lower than Japan's after all. And that was without a 'Symbol of Peace.'

Still, he wasn't entirely sure how he truly felt about the fact that perhaps, for the first time in his life, he wouldn't need to overexert himself to prove his worth...

"Oh, and by the way, whoever comes in last..." Lelouch raised an eyebrow at the glint that seemed to fill Aizawa's eyes. "Get's expelled." The man smiled.

Lelouch blinked, the hint of a smile growing on his face. It seemed they might've had something in common after all...

Either that or his teacher happened to be British.

Lelouch raised a single hand up, quickly earning Aizawa's attention, and sneer? Odd. The man said nothing, though he didn't take his attention away. Seeing that, Lelouch lowered his hand and figured he was allowed to speak.

"Are we allowed to sabotage each other?" He questioned calmly.

...

There was something to be said about a hero school willingly letting a student sabotage his fellow classmates. Because, yes, Aizawa did in fact allow him to. Why? There were plenty of reasons.

Perhaps he just wanted to see what he could do? He might've heard of him from the principal after all. Perhaps he had the quirk to stop him from interfering regardless, it'd certainly be a fitting power for a hero teacher, he'd already met others with employable quirks, a private investigator with the quirk to search for clues, a firefighter who could generate mounds of water.

Or the most likely reason, he wanted too see how the others reacted. Which considering the sudden glares, bemused expressions and in one particular case, exasperation, might not have left the best impression. He smiled back at Momo.

"First test," The teacher called out, a small monitor in his hand. His gaze sweeping around the room before landing on one Tenya Iida. "50 Meter Dash, Tenya Iida" The man finished, the student immediately making his way towards the starting position without a word of complaint.

Lelouch blinked, a small smile on his face, the moment Aizawa swept his gaze back to him. As his classmate prepared himself for the test, Leouch figured it was as good a time as any as he activated the first half of his quirk, a red crane symbol filling his left eye as he focused it solely on Tenya Iida. His sister's quirk automatically activating as he held his breath, holding time at a stand still.

He watched, a passive look on his face as a blue after-image of Tenya surged to life in front of his classmate depicting the student's train of thought. He watched passively as the student cleared the dash in a few seconds thanks to his power.

His quirk, atleast the first half, relied on his ability to perceive his surroundings and targets. The more people he had to focus on, the bigger the drain on him. When focused however, it showed him what his target was currently planning in the form of the afterimage. Under normal circumstances, it would've also required him to have to be able to react in time, however thanks to his sister? Her ability to slow down time?

It gave him all the time in the world.

When he found the point he wanted to disrupt, everything barely taking a second, he released his breath and mildly watched with vague interest as the boy almost slipped half way through his run, disrupting his time, earning gasps, amusement, insults and everything in between. His class was certainly varied in personality. A few however immediately turned towards him. He wasn't entirely sure, but he was certain the temperature had dropped a few degrees.

The teacher's eyes narrowed as he wrote in the extended time of what was likely meant to be the fastest student in the class.

The clearer headed a target was, the clearer their afterimages, and at any single point after one was fully formed, he could disrupt it, momentarily making it disappear. Of course if he focused solely on a single person, though that would limit him from doing much else, he could indefinitely disrupt them, preventing a target from forming a single plan, the equivalent of having a hornets nest in your mind and so forcing them to rely solely on instinct, however that generally made them a lot more unpredictable.

As far as the other half of his quirk was concerned? He'd honestly rather risk his father's disappointment then rely on it. And by that, yes, it meant he'd rather go on round roulette through his family, telling each and every single one that yes he wasn't good enough on his own, before considering that.

"Lelouch Lamperouge!" Aizawa called out, "You have 3.56 seconds to beat!"

He nodded calmly, the smile still on his face as he walked towards the starting position, shrugging his shoulders as he passed Tenya. Surprisingly enough, the student wasn't actually mad at him, if anything he seemed to look at him in a new light as he gave him a curt nod.

As he took his place on the front. He idly stretched, an amused smile on his face. When the teacher gave him the signal to start, albeit with narrowed eyes. Evidently Aizawa didn't seem to find him as endearing as the Principal did.

...

Aizawa blinked as he immediately stopped the clock. He blinked again as he stared at the end of the 50 meter dash, finding the foreign student waiting for him. Looking down, he narrowed his eyes at the number shown.

0.03 seconds.

"Dammit!" Aizawa ignored the student crying out, he'd certainly expected him to be the first to attempt to sabotage others, frankly after what he'd seen in the entrance test, he was surprised he hadn't been the one to suggest it in the first place.

He turned back up, his gaze sweeping over the classroom full of wide-eyed students, before his eyes landed back on the Principals recommendation...

His quirk revolved around time? Then what had he done earlier? He'd seen the moment Tenya Iida's quirk had seemingly cut off mid-dash. The blank look in his face had looked as if the student had forgotten he'd been in the middle of a trial... He wasn't sure how that related to the ability to slow time in any way shape of form.

A foreboding thought quickly wormed it's way into Aizawa's head. Multiple quirks?