THROW
Aizawa scowled at the collected students. Many of them wore the clothing with expressions of disgust. If they wanted to make it as heroes, they'd have to deal with far worse than a bit of B.O.
"Throw this as far as you can without leaving the circle," Aizawa said as he tossed a baseball at Midoriya. "Lowest score gets expelled."
"Wait, what?" Mina shouted over the general outrage of the class. "How is that fair?"
"There's six other events. It's perfectly fair."
"That's not the point!"
"If I hear more complaining, it'll be two people going home."
That zipped up the class immediately. Midoriya stepped into the circle and stared out at the open field. Aizawa twitched an eye at the apparent waste of time. "Midoriya. Will you be throwing that baseball sometime today?"
"Calculations to maximize the distance achieved by the baseball's trajectory are still in progress. Approximately forty-six hours… forty-eight hours… forty-seven hours… sixty-nine hours…"
Katsuki scoffed. "You need to give him a time limit or he'll be there all day."
Aizawa inwardly groaned. "Great, a special needs student," he muttered to himself. "You have sixty seconds."
"From when? From the time I stepped into the circle?"
"From now."
Midoriya bit off his own pinky. Then he swallowed the baseball whole. Seconds later, he opened his chest and pulled out a metal sphere. His hand morphed into a plasma cannon, and he put the sphere inside. A beam of brilliant green light shot out, propelling the metal-coated baseball high into the air. The high-pitched scream of plasma crackling against metal set Aizawa's teeth on edge.
While the baseball soared well out of campus grounds, Midoriya charged a second shot. Aizawa couldn't even see the baseball, but he could see the plasma glance off it as the extra shot pushed it even further.
As Midoriya prepared a third shot, Kaminari whispered, "There's no way he's hitting it again."
A third shot rang out. It vanished over the horizon. Aizawa checked his score, and it shot up even faster. Judging by the final number, it landed somewhere in Europe, preferably without killing someone.
"Bakugo, you're up next."
"What was his score?" Katsuki snarled.
"Focus on your own performance."
"Fine! I'll just send it into orbit!"
Katsuki worked himself into a sweat, gathered it all in his hands, and slathered the baseball with it. With a tremendous wind-up, he shouted "Die!"
A tremendous conflagration engulfed the hot-headed teen. Aizawa winced as his ears were yet again subjected to unreasonable amounts of noise. As the smoke cleared, bits of blackened baseball rained down.
"You're not getting another one."
Katsuki grinned. "Like I need a pity throw! I know that had to beat Deku."
Aizawa decided not to inform him that with the tracker destroyed, he didn't even get a score.
"Yaoyorozu, you're up next."
When she pulled a cannon out of her chest, Aizawa groaned and covered his ears.
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