Red Meadow.

[DragonMasterX]

Mia couldn't at first believe her eyes. It was obscene how much the shirt was being strained. "Wow, I'd no idea you were so... uhm, big," she blushed a bit, but smiled comprehensively. She wasn't flat, but Malon clearly was diminishing her by generous amounts. "If that's the biggest you found... It'll have to do. We should hurry to the gym. Are you ready?" she asked for confirmation.

(Gym)

"Hey, Mike," Mar nodded in greeting. "Not many, but I guess the coach'll do the filtering for us," he folded his arms, scanning at the group of boys, until his blue eyes fell onto Shaun. Weredragons didn't have exceptionally great noses, not like mammals, but with so few people trying out and being lined up it wasn't hard for him to determine who the differential scent belonged to. "That guy's interesting."

"Alright, ladies! Butter up!" the coach finally shouted, "We're not in practice yet, but that doesn't mean you can slack. You!" he pointed at a random young man in a jersey, "Let's see if those sissy-looking hands can help this team!" he yelled. The inconspicuous aspirer stepped forwards and was handed a basketball. He was then ordered to make a shot.

Each student was given three opportunities, and they were measured on the performance of each individual chance. Missing the shots was irrelelvant, the coach was looking for technique and skill. The aspirer briefly looked at Mar, who was seemingly evaluating his work as well. The Captain didn't have any direct or immediate choice in having a student in the team, but he would influence formation and team matchups in this case, that's how it was.

The first student, bent by pressure, missed all three shots. "Go swim!" was what the coach usually said to inepts. The student was quickly dispatched, his pride broken.

Like this, several more tryouts followed. This aptitude test was merely the first step, and failing it completely meant they were better off doing something else, not that the coach had any tact in putting it nicely.

"Go swim!" "Go swim!" "You're in!" "Go swim!" "In!"

Shaun's turn was up. "You," he pointed to the werewolf in disguise, "Get crackin', I haven't got all the afternoon."