Warning: slight language (AKA, "Bitch-sensei." Gonna have to get use to it or something, cause it's gonna be in like every chapter.)

Tsuna grips at his arm, his gaze directed at the floor, occasionally flicking his view up to glance at his classmates with concern. There were students surrounding the lines E Class had made by seat order, some whispering while others openly mocked them, including Tsuna, despite him only being on the main campus once. He could see that even Terasaka was bothered by it, his shoulders tensed. He felt uncomfortable to be at the back of the line, but he didn't dare to look behind him; he didn't want to see the rude stares and expression pointed at his back.

Eventually, after a long ten minutes, the assembly begins. Tsuna stands, fiddling with the end of his drab blazer, as he and his class try to listen to the information spoken, all while ignoring the verbal jabs throw at them.

"In short, you are all elites selected from the best of the best nationwide." The balding man grins. "As your principal, I guarantee it." A look is given to a certain class, "Still. Pride is a powerful enemy. If you are negligent... you'll end up becoming like a certain group of hopeless someones."*

Tsuna flinches at the call out, hastily attempting to hide it so he doesn't please the laughing jerks watching. He could see that the others were either tensed up in defense or slumped over in defeat.

"Hey now, you're all laughing far too much! Well, your principal went a bit too far, too."

After the laughter dies down, students bring a white board on to the stage. In the corner of Tsuna's eye, he sees a black bur, causing him to turn and get a glimpse. Karasuma was walking, posture straight, to the other teachers who were against the wall.

Tsuna sighs, 'I wish I could have that amount of confidence...'

"Who's that sensei?"

"He looks smart and cool..."

Karasuma announces who he is to the teachers, a female one blushing. Tsuna watches as Kurahashi and Nakamura call for Karasuma's attention, said man turning and walking over. He chuckles lightly when he sees that the girls are showing the agent their cutely-ornate knife sheaths, as well as the male scolding them.

"Looks like they get along pretty well," one girl comments, leaning to her friend.

Her friend replies, a finger to her lip, "How nice... I mean, the teacher and boys in our class are just rude and ugly."

The expressions the boys beside them held were slightly comical. Suddenly, the door bursts open and in comes Irina, strutting to Karasuma. They have a short conversation, Karasuma somewhat scowling at her.

"Wait a-who's that foreigner with the incredible body?!"

"Is she one of Class E's teachers, too?"

She then makes her way over to Nagisa, asking him for something before smothering him with her chest. Soon, Karasuma drags her away, pinning her arm behind her back, glaring at he.

"What," one guy mutters, "is with those guys?"

"Getting carries away despite being with the E-as-in-End Class," his friend answers, passing a paper back to him.

A plain looking student on the stage affirms, "Okay, the printout we just handed out to everyone has the details about the student council's event."

Sugino looks down at his hands in confusion. Okajima looks back at Okano and Okuda.

"What? Where are ours?"

Okano holds her hands up, shaking her head.

Isogai holds up his hand, politely questioning, "Excuse me, Class E hasn't gotten theirs yet."

"Hm? You haven't?" The student scratches the back of his head. "How strange..." He leans on to the podium, smiling maliciously, "My bad, it looks like I forgot to bring the ones for 3-E. Sorry, but please commit it all to memory before you leave." Tsuna balls his hands into fists, narrowing his eyes at the rude male. "I mean, I think the people in Class E should also work on improving their memory."

"What the heck is this. How underhanded," Irina glowers, rubbing her wrist and watching as the students and teachers laughed.

Karasuma stays silent but also narrows his eyes. The E Class students look downcast until papers come out of nowhere, floating down into their hands. Tsuna directs his vision downward, realizing that the paper his class just received was the student council information.

An abrupt voice causes the class to look to where it came from, "Isogai-kun." It was Korosensei, dressed in a terrible disguise and twirling a mechanical pencil. Irina and Karasuma looked surprised at his sudden entrance. "There don't seem to be any problems," he continues. "There are enough handwritten copies for everyone after all."

Isogai is stunned at first but a grateful smile appears, "That's true." He raises his hand again, calling out to the student wearing glasses, "Ah, we have our printouts, so please continue."

"Eh? Wha-how?!" He sputters, eyes widen and his face showing displeasure. "No way. Who's the grinning guy over there that ruined everything-Ah! Er," he clears his throat, "Well then, I'll continue."

Tsuna flashes an upturn of his lips to his teachers, even if they don't seem it, before returning his attention to the snooty teen on stage. However, whispers and questions make him look back at Korosensei, only to see Irina trying to stab him with one arm. Of course, it doesn't work and eventually Karasuma is pinning her arm against her back again.

Maehara laughs, along with some of the other E Class students, "Bitch-sensei just doesn't give up!"

They either don't notice or ignore the glares being sent their way.

Timeskip

"We're gonna go on ahead, Nagisa!" Sugino points down the hall with his thumb, Kayano and Tsuna standing behind him.

"Okay," Nagisa nods, smiling, "I'll come right after I buy some juice."

Tsuna watches for a few seconds, seeing Nagisa go the opposite direction, before turning back to Kayano.

"So, Tsuna-kun," Kayano gives him a side-glance with her hazel eyes, "how was it like at Namimori?" She adds, shrugging, "I've never been, so I'm a little curious."

Tsuna gulps, stammering, "U-uh, well... Namimori is-was, um..."

"You'd don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to," Sugino places a hand on Tsuna's shoulder, meaning to bring comfort but only bringing past memories of Yamamoto Takeshi*.

"N-no, you asked, so..." Tsuna takes a breath, "Namimori was mostly quiet... not taking into account the chaos my... tutor brought in. It seemed like-like everyone mostly knew each other." Tsuna intertwines his hands, fingers tapping. "To be honest... there isn't much about it. There was... there was this guy. He, uh, considered Namimori to be his territory. He would beat people with his tonfas, if they broke any of the rules he set."

Kayano's eyes widen, while Sugino chuckles apprehensively.

"Well, that's... different," he finishes weakly, smile strained.

Tsunayoshi nods, scratching his cheek with a now-free finger.

"Namimori... was home."

There was a solemn note in his voice, bringing a small pang to Kayano and Sugino's hearts. After a few more minutes, Nagisa comes running to catch up, holding a juice box and a pleased smile curled on his face.

"You look happy, Nagisa-kun, did something happen?"

Nagisa shakes his head but his smile noticeably grows. No one questions him further though.

Timeskip

Tsuna unlocks his door, opening it and shutting it as he slips in. He sets his bag down so he can pull his shoes off. Like normal, he sets them in their place, turning to his bag and picking it up afterwards. He moves into the kitchen, pulling the the zipper on his bag as he does so. He opens it and pulls out his bento box, setting it by the sink to wash later. He leaves the kitchen, slightly stumbling past the table, and goes to the stairway, carefully placing his footfalls to avoid falling.

Making it up the stairs, he turns and goes to his room, already tugging his gray blazer off his arms. He stops, however, when he sees Reborn standing on the short table on the ground. With sleeves hanging over his hands, he meets Reborn's onyx eyes, his own holding confusion.

"I believe, I been slacking with your training." Tsuna tenses. "And midterms are coming up, aren't they?" With a glint in his eye, Reborn pulls out a gun, "There isn't a better time to start but now."

If anyone asked Tsuna about screaming and the sound of bullets being shot, he'd give you an exhausted look and apologize for the noise.

Timeskip

"Now then. Shall we begin?"

Tsuna peeks up from his arms, only to see Korosensei standing in front of him with a white headband that had "math" in black lettering. He could here his classmates gasp in surprise, and he turns his head to see a Korosensei at every desk.

"Midterm exams are approaching," one Korosensei explains, holding a tentacle up. Another one looks over a paper, confirming the answer was correct, and a third crossing his arms, "And so, this period." One more continues, "I shall conduct an intense high-speed study session." A English-wearing sensei stands in front of Maehara, "Sensei's duplicates will thoroughly go over-" "Each of your weak subjects individually, one-on-one."

Due to being at the back, Tsuna hears Terasaka mumble, "What a waste of time. Even going through the trouble of having headbands marked with different subjects." He goes silent before shouting, "Why the heck is mine the only "Naruto" one!"

"Terasaka-kun is a special curriculum. You are weak in multiple subjects, after all."

Tsuna sighs, sitting up and giving proper attention to his appointed sensei. Fortunately for him, he had improved greatly in the days he's been at Kunugigaoka. Korosensei's teaching was slow and so much more easier to understand compared to, for example, Dohachiro Nezu. The subject he had the worst grades were in math, while English was his best and his favorite. He enjoyed learning foreign languages, most likely due to Reborn's prompting, and was always welcome to lessons that had to do with them. With his pencil scratching at his paper, Tsuna looks up and jumps when he sees a curve in Korosensei's face.

"U-um!"

"Please don't try to assassinate me all of a sudden, Karma-kun!" Tsuna turns in his seat and glances over at the red-head, who sits beside him. He was holding a knife outward into his teacher, looking away. "When I dodge, it affects all of my afterimages, you know! These duplicates are surprisingly delicate!" At Korosensei's words, Tsuna looks over at the other Korosensei, noticing that each of them had the same curve. He could hear Nagisa inquire about the amount of strength his teaching method needs, and whether he has enough of it, to which Korosensei responds, "There is nothing to worry about. I'm letting one body rest outside after all."

'I don't think that's really going to help, Korosensei...' Tsuna sweat-drops, returning back to his tutoring.

Timeskip

Tsuna wanders down the vacant hall, securing a plain band aid to his chin. He had tripped (what a huuuuuge surprise) and marginally scraped his chin in the fall, so he, with permission, visited the nurse's office (though there wasn't anyone in there). Gravitating towards the windows that aligned the wall, he stares up at the cerulean sky that was dotted with cotton-ball-clouds, a small smile on his face. Noticing a random splash of color in front of him, he moves his view back to in front of him, where Nagisa was peering into the faculty office's window.

He calls softly, "Nagisa-san?"

Nagisa jumps, a scared expression appearing before he realizes it was Tsuna who caught him. He silently beckons with a wave, to which Tsuna hesitantly follows. He looks into the faculty office, honey eyes widening when he sees the board chairman inside, along with his other teachers.

"What's going on?" He turns to Nagisa, who shrugs.

"I don't know. He was just in there."

They turn back to the window, eavesdropping into the conversation.

"You are quite a pitiful creature, aren't you." The muffled voice belonging to Asano didn't sound questioning, his words woven and made into a statement. "Intending to become the world's savior, you've been reduced to its destroyer instead."

Both Nagisa and Tsuna felt confusion bubbling within.

'Save... destroy...? What does he mean?'

Asano continues, "Well, I have no intention of raising a fuss over that here." He closes his eyes, condescending smile still present. "We are alike in that no matter how much we struggle, we can't save the Earth from crisis." He turns to Karasuma, raising a hand like he was whispering, "Most of the time, I'll have a hands-off policy toward the assassination. I'll have plenty to keep me occupied with keeping it secret, after all."

"That will be helpful," Karasuma narrows his eyes.

"You have a pretty rational outlook. I don't particularly dislike men like that," Irina comments, though her expression was not pleasant.

Asano smiles, hand to his chest, "I'm honored." He moves over to the open window, sitting on the sill, "However, as the head of this school, what I must consider is what to do in the case that the Earth continues to survive beyond the upcoming year." He brings his leg over the other, crossing them. "In other words, the future of this school in the event that someone manages to kill you. Frankly speaking," he intertwines his fingers, "it will be problematic if Class E doesn't remain as is."

Tsuna narrows his eyes, taking a glance at a frowning Nagisa, and a silent Korosensei.

"When you say "as is,"" finally Korosensei speaks, "do you mean the current situation where their grades and treatment are the lowest of the low?"

"Yes. Are you familiar with the rule of the worker ants? It states that no matter how many are in a group, twenty percent are lazy, twenty percent work, and the remaining sixty percent are ordinary. My aim is a group where five percent are lazy and ninety five percent work. "I don't want to become like Class E." "Class E is the one place I don't want to go." With ninety five percent of the students strongly believe such things, we can achieve that ideal ratio."

Tsuna's fists grip tight. He couldn't help but feel anger that the chairman would believe that five percent of students, of fourteen to fifteen year old children, of human beings would be throw out to drown in a sea of bulling and hopelessness, all without a hand to reach out and save them.

"I see. That's quite logical. Then it's a problem if Class E, the five percent, isn't weak and miserable."

Korosensei's tone of voice was completely neutral.

"Today, I received a complaint from Class D's homeroom teacher. "A student from Class E glared ferociously at one of mine," Asano recites. "And on top of that, threatened "to kill him.""

Tsuna feels Nagisa freezing, causing him to look over.

"Was... that when...?"

"Yeah," Nagisa sighs.

"Seeing as they are carrying out an assassination, it's to be expected that they would have such an expression. By itself, that's fine. The problem lies in those with the lowest grades defying the ordinary students."

'He makes it seem like E Class is dragging the upper classes down.'

Asano puts a hand into his blazer, "Under my plan, that is unacceptable. Please sternly tell them to refrain from doing so in the future." He pulls something out, tossing it to the yellow being with a sharp grin, "Korosensei, please solve that within a second."

"Eh?" Korosensei hastily goes to solve the wire puzzle, "So suddenly..."

One second later, Korosensei is trapped with the puzzle, tentacles knotted up and trapped within the holes of the wires.

'What?! How did he...?'

"Just as the rumors say, your speed is incredible. Certainly, like that... you could seemingly dodge any sorts of assassination." Asano crouches down in front of Korosensei, titling his head. "But you, Korosensei, in this world... there are problems which cannot be solved through speed." He stands up and and walks past Karasuma and Irina with a confident gait, "Well, I'll leave it at that."

Tsuna and Nagisa jump away from the window as Asano opens and shuts the wooden door. Instantly, he notices the nervous students, and Tsuna shuffles a bit forward in case he had to protect Nagisa.

The chairman beams, his expression completely faux, "Hey there! I'm looking forward to the midterm exams. Do your best!" His smile drops right after as he turns and walks away, his shoes thumping on the creaky floor.

Tsuna quickly studies Nagisa's blank and tense body language, concern filling his mind. He shyly reaches out with a hand to set on the blue-haired male's shoulder.

"Na-Nagisa...san...?"

The teen breaks out his trance with a shaky smile, "I... gotta go, um, my mom said to... to go straight home after..." He trails off, eyes averting to the side.

"Uh, yeah." Tsuna shakes his head. "G-go ahead, Nagisa-san."

He watches as Nagisa stumbles down the hall. He knew that the slightly taller male needed to be alone for a while; Asano's words had affected him in a way that Tsuna had yet to understand completely.

'It seems this school is the worst when it comes to bulling, compared to Namimori at least.'

With a heavy sigh, he moves down the hall, heading to the classroom where his bag was abandoned

Timeskip

"As expected, you look really exhausted," Maehara shoves his hands into his pockets, sweat-dropping.

Okajima leans over the exhausted creature, "Why are you putting in so much effort teaching us, anyway?"

Tsuna grabs his wrist, knowing exactly why the teacher was trying so hard.

"In this world... there are problems which cannot be solved through speed."

"This is all in order to raise your test scores. And then..." He trails off into a fantasy, a blush being know on his round face. "It'll be like that. The danger of being kill would disappear as well, so it would be two birds with one stone."

Muramatsu shifts on to one leg, raising an arm and commenting to Yada, "Nah, we're better off doing that than studying."

"Well, if we kill him, there's the reward of ten billion, too," Yada agrees.

A group of students chime in unison, "With that money, even if our grades are bad, we'd still live rosy lives after this."

Those words create a pit in Tsuna stomach, and he steps back uneasily.

Okajima starts, "We're the E-as-in-End Class, ya' know."

"We kinda..." Muramatsu adds in, "have a better chance of assassinating you than doing well on a test."

Some students openly agree, while others avert their eyes.

Tsuna clenches his fist, looking downcast, 'They don't have any resolve...'

"So that's it. I understand very well."

As Korosensei stands, Sugaya repeats, "Understand what?"

"As you are now..." There's an "X" on Korosensei's face, showing that a wrong answer has been given, "You are not qualified to be assassins."

Tsuna stares at Korosensei's back as the teacher opens the door, "All of you, come out to the schoolyard. Please call Karasuma-sensei and Irina-sensei as well."

He leaves, sliding the door shut with a powerful "clack." Tsuna watches as his classmates mumble in confusion, following them when they eventually follow Korosensei's order. When they get outside, they see Korosensei silently pushing a goal out of the way. Once he's finished, he turns to Irina, who was standing at the top of the stairs.

"Irina-sensei, I have a question for you, as a professional assassin."

Irina, with a hand on her hip, looks on with slightly creased brows, "What's with this all of sudden?"

"Whenever you are on the job..." He continues, pointing at her, "Do you have only one plan prepared?"

"No." Irina crosses her arms under her chest. "Just as you'd expect, rather than one preferred plan, it's better to have a few possible routes. For assassins, it's part of the basics," she explains, Tsuna understanding every bit of it. Reborn had mentioned about having backup plans, to always be prepared when performing a hit job, and it makes sense to; you don't want to get caught and killed. "To construct thorough backup plans in advance, in case unforeseen circumstances should arise." She sweat-drops, her eyes fluttering to a close, "Well, your case is so far from the norm that the plans I'd prepared were all thrown into disarray but," she growls, "just watch! Next time for sure I will succeed!"

"That's impossible," Korosensei puts down her claim bluntly, turning to Karasuma. "Now then, next is Karasuma-sensei. When you teach knifework to the students, is the first blow the only crucial one?"

"Of course the first blow is the most crucial, but the movements afterward are just as important. Against a formidable opponent, there is a high probability of your first blow being dodged. The precision of your second and third strike... can mean the difference between victory and defeat," Karasuma finishes.

"What are you getting at-" Maehara is interrupted by Korosensei.

"Just as the teachers have said, if your next move is assured, you can become an assassin full of self-confidence. And what about all your thinking "we'll be fine since we have the assassination." You've lowered your studying goals." Tsuna takes a step back as Korosensei begins to spin in a vortex, the wind picking up and tossing his brunette locks wildly. "You are only averting your eyes from the cause of your inferiority complex." The speed he was going accelerated, and soon, he turned into some type of tornado, blowing the students away. "What if I were to feel from this classroom? What if another assassin killed me before you could?" Korosensei inquired. "Having lost the assassination you think of as a contingency plan, you would be left with only your sense of inferiority as Class E." He peeks his head out, "Here is some advice from sensei... to all of you who are so insecure..."

His tornado sends leaves and dirt flying. The female students were holding down their skirts and holding the other arm to block their faces. The males, along with Tsuna, also hid their faces, not wanting to get anything in their eyes. "Those who do not possess a second weapon, are not qualified to call themselves assassins!"

Even from the school's main building, the tornado could be seen. Soon, when it calms down, Korosensei's silhouette could be seen among dust clouds and bits of debri falling.

"There were many weeds and much uneven ground on the school campus. I have cleaned it up a bit."

Once the dust clears, a flat and clean area of land is shown, surprising the students.

"Sensei is a super creature capable of erasing the Earth from existence." His face held a terrifying emotion. "Levelling this area is a simple thing for me." Tsuna sucks in a breath through his nose, back straightening to a posture that Reborn beats into him at times ("A mafia boss must have good posture. A slouching back makes you look weak and pathetic."); it just felt right to do, like it shows the he's listening closely. "Unless you have confidence in yourselves and can show that you have a secondary weapon, I will consider there to be no assassins in this classroom who deserve to be my opponent, and will level all of you along with the school building before leaving."

Nagisa, deciding to ask for the stunned group, speaks, "A second weapon... how long do we have?"

"That have already been decided. Until tomorrow." The number fifty appears on his forehead, his grin returning, "All of you, please score within the top fifty on tomorrow's midterm test." Gasps and shouts of disbelief ring out as he continues, "I have already cultivated your second weapon. Sensei does not use a slow, dull teaching method. That would be inferior to those of the main building's teachers." He points at the third-years. "Wield that weapon with confidence. Successfully complete this mission, smile without embarrassment, and hold you heads high. Assassins... and as member of Class E!"

Tsuna nods to himself, accepting the challenge. He knew it was going to be hard, that his lessons at school won't be enough.

Good thing he has a tutor at home.

Timeskip

Stumbling past the door, Tsuna pushes it shut and shoves off his shoes, hastily placing them in their spot like usual. He relinquishes his hold on his bag, tossing it on to the kitchen table on his way to the stairs.

"Reborn?"

He calls outs, going right to his bedroom, where he thought Reborn might be. Luckily, Reborn was there, studying material already laid out on the table.

"Shall we get started," Reborn points his gun at the brunette, "Dame-Tsuna?"

Tsuna, pushing away the fear and the "Why aren't you running, you idiot?!", grins and sits down at the table, "Yep!"

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December 21, 2019

Omake

Reborn looks at his student with prideful eyes. Seeing that grin earlier was a sight for sore eyes and it was warmly welcomed. It was very different compared to the expression and tears Tsunayoshi had shown on his first day; it was clear that this new environment was helping him grow as a student and as a person.

"Is this right, Reborn?"

"Yes, Dame-Tsuna. Continue to the next problem."

"Got it!"

Notes:

* Do you like this way of writing? I'm thinking of maybe transferring to this method instead of: ""That's the "Assassination Badminton" I taught them. It's training to enable them to accurately hit a moving target. They have no experience in assassinating, but nonetheless, they are aiming for the reward. When they aren't studying, they enthusiastically refine their skills. Target and teacher; assassin and student. Because of that monster, this bizarre classroom setting has come to pass... and everyone in it fulfills two roles." Karasuma gives Irina a side-glance, a serious look in his dark eyes, "If you cannot balance being an assassin with being a teacher, then you are severely lacking as a pro."

As in, a long paragraph of dialogue without much detail as to what the character is doing; only one line: "...and everyone in it fulfills two roles." Karasuma gives Irina a side-glance, a serious look in his dark eyes, "If you...". Which one do you guys prefer? For now, I'm just testing it out to see if you guys like it.

* I know I'm mentioning Yamamoto a lot, and I don't mean to do it, honestly! I just haven't really gotten to mentioning the others yet; please, bare with me, if it bothers you.

Another chapter done!

So I originally was trying to go for three chapters to post today (day I'm posting this) but I just didn't feel like writing the next chapter. So sorry!

Anyway, Merry Christmas, again!

Happy holidays!

Happy December 25th!

Happy whatever-day-you're-reading-this!

I honestly don't have anything else to say, I just can't think of anything. So, I'll just say to please leave a comment/review, and have (a) happy holiday(s)!