The Ministry of Defense decides that Asano Gakushuu would be a fit candidate to train to become an assassin, with his array of skills. When Ritsu arrives, someone else comes along with her: Asano Gakushuu, Genetic General himself.

Okay, Karma and Asano are in a tie for my fav characters in AsClass. They're both smart, manipulative, and when they get mad… *shivers* Also, I haven't watched AsClass in like, forever, so… I don't remember a single thing about the plot, and am to lazy to watch it again XD. The Fandom Wikia to the rescue! … Okay, I'm too lazy for that. I'll admit it.

Gakushuu POV

Gakushuu strode into 3E confidently, not minding the stairs of his fellow main building classmates. After all, the principle would soon make an announcement about how Asano Gakushuu would be checking up on 3E, see their prowess for the unforeseeable future.

At first, Gakushuu was reluctant about this. But then, he realized: He would gain information on his father's doings, and get to see the teacher that got Karma even smarter than he used to be. Gakushuu checked up on his potential rival's grades often; they were already amazing, and steadily rising.

"Asano!" Gakushuu's eyes kept forward, but his pupils' floated to the left. "Sit down, right next to Ritsu over their." A yellow octopus with a creepy smile gestured a gray box in the corner. Gakushuu drifted over blankly, ignoring the stairs.

The box next to Gakushuu flickered to light, showing a screen on the top half that was facing the octopus, otherwise known as Koro-Sensei. "So they weren't kidding." Gakushuu muttered under his breath, eyes scanning and analyzing the old, run-down classroom.

"Hello. I am Autonomously Thinking Fixed Artillery, your new classmate, along with Asano Gakushuu." The voice said blankly. "My mission is to kill Koro-Sensei."

"...WHAT THE FRICKIN IS GOING ON?" A voice screamed. Ryoma. Gakushuu's violet gaze found the boy a couple seats to his right.

"Commencing shooting sequence one." The AI's voice cut through Ryoma's. Gakushuu's eyes found the robot next to him.

Bullets.

Everywhere. Gakushuu growled, his sound only heard by the ice cold box. The pixel girl just stared blankly ahead. Numbers, letters, code ran by her bottom half so fast that not even the intellectual prodigy could read them, at least enough to somewhat understand the coding behind this advanced, emotionless technology.

The octopus dodged every single one of them with his ever-smiling face somehow coming off as relaxed and agitated at the exact same time.

How his teacher managed that look, Gakushuu didn't really know. But, that wasn't a priority right now.

"Commencing second sequence." The monotone voice murmured again, the girl on the screen simply blinking blankly, emotionlessly. Just like Gakushuu when he didn't want to deal with anything.

The same sequence fired. The students under the desks probably couldn't tell, but Asano could tell by the octopus and the other teachers' words and conversations, well hidden. Gakushuu couldn't hear them, of course not. No, he just knew how to read lips. His father had told him that it would be useful oneday.

The fact that Asano Gakuho was always right frustrated his son to no end, but Gakushuu couldn't deny that his father's advice and words were often true, and in the end left the strawberry blond boy often better off than before.

Gakuho may not have been aware of this, but all along, he was teaching his son the lesson in defeat.

Oh, wait. No. Because father was ALWAYS aware.

In his desk, Gakushuu found some tools. A wrench, a screwdriver, a wire cutter, and some… Shounen manga? What the heck? How inappropiate were these E class kids? To be honest though, Gakushu realized he should have expected this from the lowest of the low.

Then again, these fifteen year olds were training to be assassins.

"Third shooting sequence, beginning." While the computer was focused on killing and bloodlust, Gakushuu slipped behind it. He was sure the AI was aware of him, but ah well, she was focused on something else right now.

Gakushuu may have been a nerd, but he pulled it off and executed it quite well. He was 'cool' and 'smart' and 'sharp' and 'charming' and a million other good things at the same time. Gakushuu resented the principal's harsh methods, but even he had to admit that they worked.

Oh, they worked all right.

Autonomously Thinking Fixed Artillery shut down, it's screen and code flickering away. The guns stopped shooting, leaving some sort of peace in the room.

"Asano." Gakushuu slipped out from behind the machine to his seat smoothly, staring at the octopus.

Was it an octopus or a banana again?

Mystery of life.

"Yes, sir?" Gakushuu asked, his voice clipped and formal.

"While I could have handled the machine, thank you for shutting it down." Gakushuu didn't mind the praise; in fact, at this point, any and all praise went in one ear and out another. "Oh, and by the way? It's Koro-Sensei, not sir." The banana noted casually.

"Uh, sir? How did you get hurt? I heard you say it was the same bullet sequencing between the first and second round." A boy in the front row piped up.

Of course, President Poverty himself. Isogai. Now, Gakushuu didn't mind him. He was one of the better ones in this room. Better than that banana, anyways.

Gakushuu DID however mind Karma. He was smart, and definitely a potential rival. Gakushuu respected him for his ingenuity. But not his slacker attitude, no, not at all.

"The chalk." Koro-Sensei said smoothly. "The chalk blocked one of the bullets the first time, but not the second." He informed the class. "Details are important in assassination, Isogai."

Gakushuu would never get over the fact that a teacher was teaching his students how to kill him. How unique.

Then again, so was being able to go at Mach 20 speeds and having a permanent smile etched onto your face.

Lunch. Delightful. Gakushuu grabbed his already cooked instant ramen, before wolfing it down. Gakushuu had gone without breakfast in the morning, wanting to explore a bit more of his father's school that morning.

Great. Twenty more minutes of lunch.

Gakushuu made a quick decision to sing some songs, away from the rest of the students of course, perhaps delving a little deeper into the mountains.

Gakushuu grabbed his sleek red and black electric guitar, grabbing a aqua blue charger battery.

Soon enough, surrounded by trees, Gakushuu felt far away from the others. Fifteen minutes to rock his guitar as he pleased.