Show Me What You've Got (Mia)

Sweating was a bit of an odd thing for Lewis. While he did sweat, his heated body often meant the sweat just evaporated off of himself as he exerted his body. He never really sweated in hot weather, since his body was accustomed to the higher temperatures, but working out was obviously a different story. For a normal person, sweat helped them regulate their body temperature, and for Lewis it was the same but different. To avoid his body working overtime and making his internal fires continuing to grow unabated, the sweat helped hold his body at a point where that wouldn't happen. It did often have the side effect of looking more like steam rising off of him than his body being covered in sweat, but it was something the teenager had grown accustomed to.

Lewis had felt the rumble on the ground as he did his laps, but it only caused him to slightly slow his pace. He couldn't put his finger on what was causing it, so he didn't want to potentially trip up if something happened. His mental questionings were soon answered however as the hulking figure entered, leading Lewis to believe that was probably the instructor. The struck an imposing figure, but considering what Lewis woke up to and looked at in the mirror every day, he wasn't fully shocked.

Lewis didn't have much in terms of an outfit he wore. His gear was just a pair of work out shorts that went just beyond his knees, but exposed his digitgrade legs. The simplicity and almost lack thereof an actual costume was chalked up to the fact of Lewis' heat related powers. If he were to have gear, it would need to both be able to withstand his heat and fire, but also allow him to stay cool. Instead of the complication in all that, Lewis went for the bare minimal.

As he finished his last lap, he gave her a small nod as she spoke to him. "Have to keep busy. Not good to waste time" he stated, slowing his pace before lightly jogging on the spot in front of her. "Lewis Himura. Uh, Lu works as well. Or Bel. That's the hero name, uh...thing I picked out" Despite the work out from earlier in the day, and the light follow up he had just performed, Lewis didn't sound very out of breath. The kid had trained himself well to pace himself and know his own limits, but surpassing his own limits was a big thing for him; he always wanted to do better than the day before.

"Thank you for taking the extra time to catch me up ma'am"

As his on-the-spot jogging slowly turned into on-the-spot leg raises, Lewis' hands reached back and began to tie up his hair. If he was going to be working along a teacher, especially the one who taught combat, Lewis needed to make sure he had himself ready. While he'd never really gotten into fights before, his boxing instructor had made it a point that long hair was never a benefit in a fight, and if you wanted to keep it, you better keep it toed up. That way it didn't get in your face while you did what you needed to do, or if you ever got into a fight that the other person couldn't grab it for an advantage.

As he finished tying up his hair, he noticed her hand retract and it was then that Lewis realized he had missed the chance to shake her hand. Unintentional on his part, he didn't get a chance to apologies as she was already on the move and speaking once more.

He stopped his leg raises and momentarily slumped as his mind snapped at him for missing the queue, but he quickly shut his eyes and refocused. Bouncing momentarily on his toe, making sure he was spry, he followed after the teacher and listen intently to what she had to say. He thought for a moment before opening to speak once more. Like always, the faint yellow glow of his internal fire would be seen in the back of his throat as he spoke; "Anything quirk related was mostly control based. The school didn't really want to risk any injuries, so the focus was on self control. Anything combat related was against dummies. Kind of like punching bags" The young devilish student rubbed the back of his neck. "I know it was kind of the point, but I felt bad for burning school property. Only ever what was asked of me to burn though!" Lewis was quick to add the second part in. He really didn't want to make an impression that he couldn't control the fire. The last thing Lewis had ever wanted to do was start an unnecessary, and so one of the first things he ever learned about his powers was control and restraint. In fact, that was the biggest thing he ever learned. It may have been why he didn't have much confidence in the power of the fire, because all of his training was focused on containing it.

"I've boxed before, but that's not really school related...does that count?"

Lewis watched the instructors moves carefully. Sure she was just talking and getting into position, but from her questions, Lewis could tell she was going to put him through some work. Something he had been taught while boxing was to study his opponent outside of a fight if possible. Seeing how someone acting in a day to day setting was a great way to study their movements. Often when an opposing boxer was on his or her last legs, they'd revert more to instinct, and that's what everyday life was more or less.

"Is that a rhet-" Lewis was about to question the crotch-shot comment, but noticed Mia get into a position and request he come at her. He looked her over once more as he had when she first arrived, but now more carefully, trying to spot anything that might have been out of place. Always look for an opening. It was something he was keen to look for while boxing.

"Wait, use my quirk but go at you like I'd take down a criminal? I wouldn't want to burn someone, that'd do more harm than good, wouldn't it?" Lu tucked some loose strands of hair that hadn't gotten tied up behind his ears and he began to bounce on his toes. Thanks to his digitigrade legs, he could get a bit more power out of his running than just a normal person, something he relied on quite a bit while training.

He really wasn't sure if she wanted him to fully go off with his fire breath or not, but he figured if she was a teacher asking for it, she could more than likely take it. So, with his mind racing with thoughts, he pushed off with his legs propelling him forward. Taking a wide birth approach from the right, he pulled an arm back, ready to deliver a punch only to not throw the punch and instead expel a load fume of fire out from his mouth towards the teachers face.

Despite his original hesitance to use his quirk, he had figured the instructor wouldn't have brought it up if she didn't want him to use it. There more than likely would have been instructions from her to not use it if he really wasn't supposed to. Not to mention as a Combat Instructor, she could probably take a hit of nearly anything from almost anyone. It was why, despite his original personal objection, he had changed his punch to a breath of fire. In fact, the feint only came as last second adjustment. While Lewis had made some plans if he ever needed to fight someone, the plans were always mostly straightforward; get in close, punch where he could, spew fire in the persons face, repeat. It wasn't fancy by any means, but Lewis was sure a cone of flames in a persons face would sure take them out, if not, a follow up of punches could.

When the flames washed over her, Lewis' hand was still cocked and ready to be thrown. He hadn't been hesitant to follow up, but the teacher had seemed to take a moment to collect herself, and as such, the hand lowered, figuring the first go was probably more so just to see what he'd do on instinct. "Noted" He gave a small nod to her suggestion. He had tried it before and he had been able to change the spread of his fire, but it really wasn't something he had spent a lot of time developing. Perhaps he could spend more time on it now that he was at UA and seemed to have a proper instructor.

With the conversation continuing, Lewis continued to bounce on his toes/feet. His body was still in work out mode from the exercise, and given the sudden burst of speed and adrenaline, he was still in the mind set of go go go. Her compliment garnered another small nod from him, though he personally didn't agree with her assessment. Really, spewing out fire wasn't that great of a quirk. Not when others could control the wind or talk to plants. Woo, cool, he could lit a campfire easily!

His mental scoldings came to a halt as she leaned towards him and he took a few steps back. He inspected the target she had pointed out for him and his eyes shifted from the spot to her eyes. The nearly pupilless eyes examined his options for a second and he bounced on his feet again. "I'm not really a power boxer to be honest. I get in close and swarm" That wasn't to say he couldn't deck someone, but it wasn't his forte. He mentally paused, calculating different options he had. It was probably best just to do as he was instructed however, despite his other potential options.

Winding up, his fist quickly came flying in. Despite not having any superhuman strength or speed, Lewis was better than your average person. Lewis also had a good sense of direction and area awareness that after the initial throw, his eyes quickly changed to watch Mia. He was ready to react if she tried to surprise him. During his boxing training, he was always reading the opposing fighter, teaching himself how to act and react at almost the same time.

The hit had seemed to have connected quite squarely onto her. While the fist followed the roll of the head, Lewis made sure to keep his eyes open sharp incase she had went for a surprise hit onto him as some sort of training exercise. None came however, and as the punch finished the teenager quickly shook his hand. Though she had rolled with the hit, it had still felt like hitting a wall to Lewis. It stung his hand much more than hitting a punching bag would have. Despite all of his boxing training, nothing would ever prepare himself or others for the feeling of a flesh on flesh hit. Especially when quirks were involved.

"Power boxing is just, like, big swings. Heavy fisted. Hope to knock your opponent out with one hit. Swarming gets you in right close to others, then you go for a lot of quick jabs and hits wherever you can. Wear down the other person" Lewis really wasn't a fan of talking, but he loved talking about things he was passionate about. He was surprised that the combat instructor didn't know about boxing, but given what he saw from her quirk he guessed it made sense. When you could rely on your powers to exert force, there was probably very little reason to look for a proper fighting style. Still, to Lewis, if he had that sort of power, he'd still want to know a fighting style as a way to augment his capabilities.

"As long as I can remember. It's really good exercise" He was glad to hear her compliments, but was sure she probably had words like this parsed out for every student. It was best to not make young impressionable youths feel useless, so some positive reinforcement was probably more than required.

He gave her a nod and bounced on his toes again. He followed suit of her loosening up and rolled his shoulders, before bouncing on one foot and then the other and then back and forth on the spot. "What's the plan?"

It was interesting the get some personal training from a teacher. True this was mostly just checking in on what Lewis knew and seeing what he could do, but it was an opportunity he didn't want to waste. He was sure that once he got into his actual classes, there wouldn't be so much one-on-one time with the teachers and instructors.

His eyes followed Mia as she went off to grab a cart. He raised an eyebrow to it, but followed her instructions and backed away. Lewis wondered to himself what exactly some rocks and a small metal box could possibly have to do with the training, but he knew not to question instructors. They got those positions for a reason. Just like with his boxing coach, it was always best to trust the process. Students were students and teachers were teachers; they knew what they were doing.

His eyes widened as the floor opened. Well, that was something new, something he had never seen before. The floor raised into an obstacle course and Lewis tried to take it all in at once. It was a lot though. Very impressive nonetheless though. His head turned to her and then to the giant timer. So he was being timed, but asked not to push himself through it. It was just a test to see what he could do. If there was a timer though, there was a top time; someone who was the fastest in finishing the course.

Knowing what he knew about training and practices, he knew there was no point to gun for the top spot. The point when first doing an obstacle course was to see if you could even do it. His eyes wandered the field ahead of him and his mind tried to figure out a plan of action. Perhaps just going for it would be the best.

Jogging over to the start, Lewis took a few steps out onto the balancing beams. Wobbling slightly, his tail flicked out to the opposite direction to help him balance. After taking a second to regain his balance, his tail flicked again to run straight behind him. As he continued over the beam, his tail twitched slightly, fixing his balance as he needed. Springing off of the beams, he rushed over to the tires and bounded through them with more ease than the balancing beam. He had done tire-runs before, they were something of a key exercise when he was learning to box. They were good at working out his legs which helped him get in quickly when boxing. Lastly though was the rope and as Lewis took one and swung out, he noticed he wasn't lined up to the platform. He dropped himself back onto the board, his tail flicking again to help him catch himself onto the platform. He watched as the rope swung back and his nearly monotone eyes took in the obstacle ahead of him. This really shouldn't have been a hard task to complete. It was just a platform-rope-platform type task, but the platforms were fairly narrow. While he had some strong legs, and good at multiple track events including longjump, his quirk wasn't strength based. He couldn't just leap over.

After his pause to take in his options, he shook his head. There was really just one option and that was to swing. He took another second to remember the path he took initially that caused him to swing wide and adjusted his course. Running out, he leaped and grabbed the rope, swinging himself to the otherside with far more ease than the initial attempt. Though he had completely the first three tasks, there was some frustration on his face. It really shouldn't have taken him so long.