[center][b]Ahriman Kore Agesander[/b][/center]

"Not this time.  I'll let you in on a little secret: you should save your strength for my end-of-the-hour event.  You'll be participating in that one."

Some time passed.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Ahriman broke out into a chuckle.  Certainly, some of the students were distinguishing themselves with their seemingly endless push-up capacity, but there were a certain few who -for some reason or another- didn't quite carry the torch.  The Professor's momentary merriment wasn't at those students' expense; rather, he was reminding himself of the trials he would have to go through to teach each student at their own wavelength.  No single course of education would serve to get every future hunter and huntress that passed his way into tip-top physical condition.  For today, however, he would stick to routine.  It would be a short time before the adaptation could begin.

“Alright, enough push-ups for now!”  He grinned.  With a baseline of his students' physical limitations in mind, the class could move on.  “I expect that each of you will continue to improve.  The hour will soon be coming to a close, but before you get washed up and head off to your sixth periods, we're going to get to those 'few other things' that I mentioned earlier.”

With cheery, eager strides, he moved across the floor to an adjoining room.  Moments later he returned with a big smile and a small piece of technology in his hand that looked very much like a remote control.  “Your legs and arms and abdominals should be tired by now.  That's good.  On the first day, I think we ought to treat ourselves to a little competition.  An omen of what's to come.”  He quickly tapped several pads on the remote, and the floor of the gymnasium began to move.  Panels began to slide down and away, revealing more platforms that rose to ground level overflowing with various objects.  There were ropes with grappling hooks, poles for vaulting, and even two pogo sticks, but mostly there were blocks of various sizes and shapes.  A noise from the ceiling of the gym akin to a wrestling bell alerted the class to a glinting, yellow, metal object suspended from another rope about twenty-five feet above their heads, situated among the horizontal beams that helped support the ceiling. 

The various looks of confusion given to Ahriman were met only with a conniving grin.  “Here's how it's gonna work!  Up there near the ceiling is a medallion.  I want all of you to touch it.  Once you've touched it, you can head out into the locker room and get cleaned up.  How are you going to touch it, I wonder?  Jump?  That'd be a pretty big jump even if your legs weren't sore.  Sling up a rope and climb?  Touch stuff for kids who've just done fifty-plus push-ups.  There are even less practical methods.  Personally I advise using those blocks to build your way up, but be warned: the big ones, while easy to climb, are quite heavy, and the thinner ones are harder to stack and will require acute balance.  The first person to touch the medallion might even get a surprise.  Don't even think about using any special semblances; all I want is aura use to prevent ouchies if you happen to fall.  Get going, children!”