[7: Let's Get Physical]
I knew English had its little tricks here and there, but what do these schools have students learning? Like, when I went to school, this stuff never came up in my grammar classes. I thought I was a bit above average for knowing what a third conditional was, but this stuff? This is the "correct" English. English premium package plus. The stuff a native speaker like me don't care about. Ah, there it is, "don't care about," that's the wrong subject-verb agreement for what I said.
Personally, I don't care if a non-native speaker makes mistakes as long as I can understand them. As long as it's clear, it's good enough. And if it isn't, then it's good enough after clarification. This stuff matters more in writing, not speaking. Plus, all the regional dialects?
Don't get me started on my southern friends in the lower 48. They throw around crazy words and contractions. Talkin' 'bout some "y'all'd've," "y'all'd'nt've," or whatever. Throw that to someone trying to learn English and see how they react. I'm sure it'd be a funny reaction.
Whatever, the point is, I passed. Somehow. I'm sure the multiple-choice segment got me through, but all that matters is I passed. C's get degrees and whatnot. They really do. I remember not caring about the mandatory ethics class I had to take in college, so I did the minimum to pass with a C. And I did. At the end of the day, it's the same degree. Someone with an A in an ethics class has the same paper as someone with a C in an ethics class. So, ethics classes were a waste of time for me.
So, now that…that was done with, I can go back to training. One thing I noticed was that I don't feel any side effects. I don't feel tired after summoning my drones, or even after summoning the blackhawk helicopter. I thought I'd need energy or something to fuel all this. Something like Momo, where she has to eat a bunch of food to store up the energy to make her things. But none of that for me. So far. I'm not going to rule anything out yet without further testing. I need to really make sure. I don't want anything to catch me by surprise. So, I'm going to push my limit to see what there is.
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(A few hours later)
Alright, turns out, I do have a need for energy to make all this stuff. It's just that…I have a massive store of energy. Stamina, endurance, whatever you want to call it, or both. It was a simple discovery. I noticed that I never felt tired or fatigued when I kept pulling the bow back. Normally, even an experienced archer would get tired and fatigued because of how many muscles are involved, and I'm not experienced; that's why I'm training. So, I stopped what I was doing and started doing physical stuff. You know, running, push-ups, jumping, anything to physically exhaust me.
And the results are surprising. My quirk goes beyond just drones and railguns. My endurance and stamina speak for themselves, since it took several hours for me to start to feel tired and fatigued just from physical exertion. But now it's speed, strength, and all that. I was fast, very fast. I did a 100-meter sprint as a test, and I ran it in about 5 seconds. Rounded up, but it's to make things nice. If you want specifics, it was 4.66 seconds. Without thorough training and me just going for it.
And yes, I know, that would mean my speed was 21.46 meters per second. And yes, I also know that if I were in a 50-meter dash, I would cover the distance in about 2.33 seconds, assuming the same speed. And yes, I had to recalculate the math to make sure I was right. And for the last time, yes, I know that would make me faster than Iida at the beginning of the show. And that's him being a trained runner in proper equipment, and using his quirk to a higher degree. Third gear, no Luffy, if I remember right. So, I wonder how fast I can go with proper training and form.
As for my strength, well, uh, I made do with pulling aircraft. That blackhawk helicopter? Yeah, I may have, sort of, kind of, attached a string to it and pulled it. Now, it may have weighed 12,500 pounds at an empty weight, or, uh, 5670 kilograms if my math checks out, but it was on wheels, so it's not as hard as you would think. Well, in an enhanced physical attributes way. So, what are the numbers? I'll just give you the max, or what I think is the max. Anyway, after following some simple physics equations, and yes, that includes factoring in friction, or in this case, static friction. The normal force of the helicopter would be 55,566 Newtons. And then there's the static friction. For rubber wheels on dirt, I'll just go with a coefficient of 0.06. The dirt is dry and firm. So, multiplying it would be…about 3,334 Newtons of force, rounded up, to overcome the static friction. That's how much force I used to start the movement of the helicopter. I use static friction because it requires more force to make something start moving than when it is already moving.
All this is according to simplified and assumed things. I'm not going to bother with calculating the force if I pulled the rope in a certain way, or at an angle, or some other thing. Why? Because I don't want to, and it's too much work for trying to figure this out. Even if I'm wrong somewhere, which I think I am, it's still a lot of force. So, uh, rest in peace to most grip test machines.
So, yeah, I'm kind of strong. That about covers my physical attributes.
But now that I'm actually tired, I don't feel like summoning more drones. So, if I feel too tired to summon drones, does that mean summoning drones uses physical stamina and endurance? Maybe that's part of it. But I still have to think of what I want to make, including what it looks like, its capabilities, weapons, and all that stuff, so does that mean there is a mental part to it as well?
I'm hungry. I'll think over some food.
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(Cafeteria)
I'm in the cafeteria. Alone. There are no students here yet, since school hasn't started yet, which at first I thought was weird, since I already received my acceptance letter, but then I thought about it some more, and it made sense. Mine was probably given earlier, since I'm a bit of a special case, and because it was Nezu that showed up on the recording and not All Might. That was enough to satisfy me.
So, yeah, no students yet, but there's still faculty, since they're getting ready for the school year. And that means food as well. And if there's one thing about the food here I can relate to. It's the salmon, or seafood in general. Except for the sushi. The sushi uses farm-raised salmon. Trust me, I can tell. It's not that I don't eat farm-raised salmon, but wild salmon, especially the Pacific ones, are the best. I'm totally not biased. Nope, not at all. You can trust me for a neutral opinion regarding which salmon is the best. Some reindeer sausage or moose would also be nice, but I don't think Japan has it. Well, the seafood alone is more than enough for me.
Unfortunately, while I was eating, I saw Nezu coming up to me. He was also carrying a piece of paper. Oh no, this can't be good.
Nezu took a seat in front of me. "Ms. Eleanor, are you enjoying the food? You've eaten quite the meal."
I looked down at my portion, and holy moly, he was right. I didn't even notice. I'm gorging myself on sushi, king crab, well, "Alaskan king crab" to everyone else, black cod, and every other fish in the sea. I guess I need a lot of food to recover all the calories I used. Though I don't feel any different. I looked down at my stomach, and it was…normal.
"Yeah, the food is very good."
"We offer a variety of options here at UA. If you ask, we probably have it."
"Is there reindeer sausage? Or moose?" I had to ask. He said it.
"Those are quite the exotic meats you mentioned. No, we don't have those. The laws for importing meat are very strict in Japan. But considering where you're from, it's normal for you. While we don't have that, the seafood can still fit your taste of home, as you've demonstrated."
I broke a crab's leg, took out the meat inside, and ate it. "Yeah, very good. So, what brings you here, Nezu?"
"Your schedule for classes, as well as some restrictions for your quirk."
"Can't avoid it, huh? Even after what I told you?"
"Let me rephrase. Restrictions placed by me on you."
I had to grin a little. Restrictions placed on me by him. Him, not some group, council, organization, or…commission. Yeah, those people can't get to me, 'cause I'm from America, but they'll want to once they see me out there. Nezu wants to get to me first. Honestly, Nezu is not the worst person to be restricted by.
I broke another crab leg and ate the meat inside. "Let me see."
He put the paper in front of me, and I started reading.
I had to say, yes, these were "restrictions", but there's a lot of…technicality, to be nice.
One of them says, "an attack must be proportional to the danger present."
Well, now, there's a lot of room there for interpretation. And I'm familiar with proportionality.
Another one says, "No unnecessary suffering or injury to a combatant."
Again, if I kill someone instantly, they don't suffer or get injured, do they? And what does it mean by "unnecessary," or what constitutes "unnecessary?" If it comes to it, I can argue about the wording and all that.
And then my favorite. "No explosive armaments." Well, a missile doesn't have to contain explosives. My railguns aren't explosive; they just use the kinetic energy from simple physics. And no, putting explosives on a railgun round to make "explosive railgun rounds" is dumb. The G force would destroy any of the explosive material.
As for my missiles, they don't need to be explosive. And in that case, they're called "kinetic kill vehicles." I can launch strikes using a modified Hellfire missile that uses blades instead of detonation to make mincemeat of my target, like what the United States used to kill that al-Qaeda leader.
All in all, these are as good as war crime laws, which are only as good as they are enforceable. Same as international law. Both are big jokes. And if someone does break them, so what? For it to work, it would require countries to give up their leaders and important people to stand trial at court, which won't happen, and some countries aren't even signed onto the ICC.
So, if I broke these rules and also couldn't argue my way out, so what? What are they gonna do? And since it's from Nezu, how would he enforce it? Expelling me? Okay, cool, whatever, I'll just go back to America and become a hero there, and I'm sure they'll really appreciate my quirk more.
"Yeah, this looks fine, Nezu."
I'm sure he knows what he's doing; he's not dumb.
"Keep it, I have my own copy. And here's your schedule. School starts next week."
"Did I receive my acceptance letter earlier than everyone else?"
"Yes"
I already thought about it, but it's good to have a full answer.
Well, next week it is.