Chapter 10.1- High Priest

The next test ended up being the Standing deadlift. I could already tell how this was going to got go at this point now the we had reached the halfway point. We had no idea what tests remained but it was clear the several of the average performers were on their last legs. Even people like Bakugo who had been phenomenal all the way through were still beginning to feel the exhaustion creeping in on them. The swim had contributed a lot to it. Especially since Aizawa hadn’t given anyone any chance to get time to read after the swim. Each person that finished was quickly hurried off to the showers and expected to change and return to him in 5 minutes.

I’d ended up sitting in my tracksuit by the pool and waiting for close to twenty minutes for the tenth person, Hagakure herself incidentally, to finally crest the final length and then Aizawa blew on some whistle to basically tell everyone still in the pool to get out and get moving. We did. Eventually.

And now we were in an indoor gymnasium with barbells in front of us. The goal? Complete the highest deadlift. The weight of the bars could be adjusted using some form of analogue rotation mechanism near the mid point of the handles. I watched as a few people began setting theirs and lifting. The bars had on board computers, gyroscopes, and accelerometers to be able to measure when they get lifted and how high- along with the form used to lift them. You could set the bars to whatever weight you wanted but only successful lifts would get recorded on Aizawa’s computer as part of the leaderboard. Anything else would not get such treatment.

I knelt down by mine after watching Kirishima complete his first lift with a wide smile on his face. I began to fiddle with the dial, moving it up, and up, and then up some more until I had hit the maximum. 10,000 kilograms. With a simple thought, I stacked three different strength enhancements on top of each other and lifted the bar with little stress. Satisfied, I took a step back for a proper lift. I spread my legs in front of the bar and then bent at the waist to place one hand on each grip before lifting it up to waist level with little strain and then spread my legs even further and bent my knees to transition to having the bar held high above my head. I smiled as I leaned back down and carefully set down the bars where I’d picked them up. Aizawa gave me a nod, but no smile as he looked at the reading. Looking to the side, I could see what the others were attempting. Momo had taken to crafter herself an entire exosuit that she would use in this challenge. It was both a display of skill, and a massive gamble.

Her quirk didn’t just let her create things ad infinitum. She had limits, and this was going to be a major step in the journey to hitting those limits. She’d probably used more than two-thirds of her lipid stores already, and without a reliable way to replenish them she was really gambling that the next few tests would be helped by the exo suit. There was also the fact that she had performed well enough in all the other tests that she was practically guaranteed a top in the spot 10 already.

A/N; Here.