Ryuuto Koriyama
With the plan agreed upon, Ryuuto headed off to the woods to observe the assessment. As he neared the group of first years, He extended his hand, and tiny strings shot out from his fingers, up towards one of the tree branches. They snaked around the branch until he had a firm grip, and then...
"Reel In!" The core of this ability was Newtonian Mechanics. Equal and opposite reactions, all that good stuff. When he tugged on an object, the object tugged back, and what that ultimately meant was that the lightest object moved. Ryuuto, being a bit small even for a boy his age, had far less mass than the sturdy oak, so when he reeled in his strings, it pulled him up towards the branch. He caught the branch, climbed up, adjusted his glasses, and watched the newbies from the trees.
"Capture the flag, eh?" It was too bad he wasn't playing. His abilities were almost too perfect for it. Even veterans would have a hard time stopping him from grabbing the flag from across the field. But, perhaps these new students had a few tricks of their own up their sleeves. He decided to observe the blue team, and found the tree closest to their flag, hoisting himself up for a good vantage point. He didn't care if anyone saw him; if anything it would be best if they saw him watching so they didn't freak out and start throwing fireballs or something at him when the saw him. He could probably convince them he was an official if they asked...
He took out his phone and stylus, and proceeded to take notes. Captain Morgan immediately assumed the roll of team leader and proceeded to announce his skillset. Ryuuto frantically scribbled notes while an app running in the background translated his handwriting into beautiful Times New Roman.
"Let's see... that thug guy looks like he's ready for a street fight... Lightening bolts, eh? I'll need to have lightening rods and insulators if I face her... A doll army? Now that's interesting. Let's see what those little guys do." And so, Ryuuto observed the Blue team, formulating strategies and counter-strategies, quietly wondering if they would even realize what he was doing.