08-15-2018, 09:04 AM
Sparring. He won't say he's particularly interested with the idea of sparring but he's not disappointed either. Bakugou lives for the adrenaline of a fight, the opportunity to win and prove his worthiness to the ones around him, but in all truth the striker isn't fond of spars. No 'throat-ripping', no 'gut-tugging'. It makes others look at him with wide eyes when he yells at them to die. He can't help it, it's habit by now and Bakugou has always struggled to keep within the confines of being environmentally friendly. He can destroy a building by simply being caught in the moment. Still, not wishing to miss the competition, he takes the piece of paper and a pencil.
Name: Katsuki Bakugou.
Group: The Typhoon.
He stares at his handwriting and the way his words showed a certain edge, graphite pressed bluntly and crackling dust against the application sheet. His nose twitches, pondering if he should scratch out his first name or just leave it. The ragdoll chooses to continue, eyeing the 'fighting level' part of the form with much distaste. If he is to be honest then:
Fighting level: Medium.
It hurts his pride but he knows he still must remaster his techniques. The next two questions, of course, are completed with ease.
Powers or no powers?: Yes
Weapons?: No
Name: Katsuki Bakugou.
Group: The Typhoon.
He stares at his handwriting and the way his words showed a certain edge, graphite pressed bluntly and crackling dust against the application sheet. His nose twitches, pondering if he should scratch out his first name or just leave it. The ragdoll chooses to continue, eyeing the 'fighting level' part of the form with much distaste. If he is to be honest then:
Fighting level: Medium.
It hurts his pride but he knows he still must remaster his techniques. The next two questions, of course, are completed with ease.
Powers or no powers?: Yes
Weapons?: No