Chapter 8.2- High Priest

The only person to even get vaguely close to Bakugou’s score in fourth position was Todoroki. He skated across an ice platform propelled by his fire half like some sort of jet and finished with 3.23 seconds. When I’d first seen him without a scar across his face, I had been surprised, but not too surprised. In this world, medicine had advanced so far that even the most complicated procedures from his old world where more or less routine. Things like plastic surgery happened so often that it was almost extremely unlikely that someone in the position of being the son of Japan’s number two hero would have a burn scar of that magnitude on somewhere as visible as their face. It would have brought up so many questions about Endeavour as a parent and a person that Shoto merely showing up at Kindergarten with such a scar would have put an end to the man’s hero career. That was why it made sense that the scar would not exist in a world like this one.

Mina’s performance was another that managed to catch my attention, and that was for an entirely different reason. She’d spread her acid on the floor and slid to victory. Her movements had done beautiful things to her chests. Looking at Momo from the corner of my eyes, I made the quick decision to keep my eyes to myself henceforth as she was glaring daggers into the side of my head. Luckily, the next event came up. And this time, it was something we could all do at the same time. A 50km run. Quite longer than what would have been considered a marathon in my old world, but understandable.

We took our positions at the starting line of the massive track that Aizawa led us to. The rules were simple. You had to stay within the track and you weren’t allowed to mess with the other competitors. I noticed that he hadn’t included completing the race as one of the rules, but I figured that was more to allow people to quit when they got tired. He’d placed the marathon run right at the beginning half. This was a test. What he was testing was not hard to see. Not for me at least.

He was testing common sense. Anyone with common sense would forfeit from the race if they didn’t have much of a chance of finishing in the top 3. Even people likely to finish in the top 3 would probably be better served by forfeiting the race if they didn’t have powers that would allow them finish without being too gassed out for the remaining events. Events that still hadn’t been disclosed. The smarter ones in the class were probably fighting that dilemma right now. Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about something like that that. He had a power for this particular situation. ‘Restless’. It was a power that let him do one thing and do it essentially forever. It basically made it impossible for him to get tired. This was only for physical exertion however, so he could get quirk exhaustion regardless. The difference between physical and quirk exertion had so much nuance to it that it was better left for a different day. The other two powers he added to his rotation were supercomputer and superhuman. Supercomputer was a staple, but superhuman was one he used rarely.

It basically allowed him to enhance all his physical attributes by an order of magnitude. He rarely used it because he oftentimes had more powerful abilities that enhanced one particular thing or the other, like super strength or even supercomputer itself. This power just gave a flat boost across the board. Perfect for a test of endurance like this one. Aizawa rang the buzzer, and he shot out like a bullet from a gun. The only person that came close to matching his speed was Momo who was on an amped up electric scooter, but in virtually no time, he had left her behind. Lida ran at a steady speed right behind Momo and the rest of the class lagged behind, content to conserve their energy.

The track Aizawa had taken us to was truly massive. It would only take three laps all around it to complete fifty kilometres. It took me quite a while to finish the first lap, but not long after that, I noticed that I was about to lap some of my classmates. I took a sick pleasure in their moans of tiredness as I passed them by. Both Bakugou and Todoroki were jogging without seeming very tired. Clearly more focused on finishing the race than with any sort of speed. That didn’t stop the former from cursing and the latter from narrowing his eyes at me when I lapped them towards the end of my second lap.

Eventually, right when I was about to cross over and finish my third lap, and the race itself, I felt a rush of air pass by me. Momo had strapped some sort of thruster to her scooter that allowed her cross the distance with ease. Behind her, Lida was also prepping up some sort of ultimate sprint to allow him overtake me but I did not allow that happen and just teleported right to the finish line. Lida crossed a second or so later, and looked to be on his last legs. After him, it took a while before Tokoyami flew across the line. After him was Todoroki, who managed to just barely edge out Bakugou.