Tsuna shifts in his chair, his bangs slightly falling into his eyes as he reads the question in front of him. His pencil scratches at his paper, answering the question, and repeats with the next problem. The teacher in charge of their class during testing was purposely creating irritating and distracting noises, loudly coughing and tapping at his podium.

From his seat he sneers, "You Class E lot better not cheat or anything like that, 'cause we main building teachers are watching you reeeaaally closely."

Tsuna rolls his eyes but ignores him, putting the arrogant man to the back of his mind and reading his test carefully.

'Departing from Point R to... Point P leaving... Point A fixed distance come to a stop at-'

Then, it was like there was a huge monster in front of him, and that he had a rigid grip around a gun rather than a normal pencil. The beast attacks, destroying his desk and instilling panic within Tsuna.

'I was warned about this, but the school's test are on such a different level, especially compared to Namimori Middle's!'

Inhaling, he forces himself to calm down and rereads the problem. He tries to think back to what Korosensei had gone over, what Reborn had beaten into him, but for some reason, his mind is going completely blank. He ends up getting cornered by the figurative monster and could feel its breath in his face, and he slowly starts to give in. Suddenly, he gets hit in the head with a familiar weight.

"Where is your resolve, Dame-Tsuna?"

It was Reborn, standing right beside his now-fallen self. Another voice appears, more soothing than Reborn's chiding tone.

"I taught you this, didn't I?"

A tentacle wraps around his wrist, gently lifting the arm that held his weapon. It was Korosensei.

"It isn't some unidentifiable monster. Let's try taking a better look at this flipper," the teacher suggests, and Tsuna does what he's told. "See? If you calm down, you'll see that it is nothing more than a flipper."

'Point R was moving... Point P began to move...how many seconds later will-'

"Work through each piece of the question individually." The monster started to form into something more harmless as Tsuna follows the advice. "And when you connect them all together and look at the result..." It was a normal fish. "There. It's really not much of an opponent, is it?"

Reborn cuts in, tutting, "You've fought and won against much worse."

"Now then, let's use your weapon to deal with it."

Tsuna points the gun in his hands and shoots at floating fish, like if he were at a strange carnival booth.

'I get it! The trick to working out the important parts of each sentence in the question.' Tsuna smiles, writing as neatly as he can in his answer document. 'All of it is just as Korosensei taught us at Mach speed! And what Reborn shot into me until I understood it completely...'*

His focus returns, and soon, he's going through the problem with less complications. The teacher looks incredulously at the class, mouth agape. He couldn't believe that the class of third years were progressing through the test so quickly. Eventually, the classmates were at the same problems, celebrating their win against another beast.

'It's as if we are completely different people than we were before-ones who can solve this! If the question is like this, we can do it!'

They took down the next monster, and the next, and the next, until-

Question eleven.

Tsuna pulls at his hair with his left hand, his right hovering over his answer document with his pencil. He couldn't hear as many students writing as before, so he could assume that he wasn't the only one who got stuck. He narrows his eyes, racking his brain for any way to break this question down to the point of understanding and solving it. However, it was too hard for him to figure.

'In the next instant, we... were struck down from behind by a problem we couldn't see.'

Timeskip

Tsuna looks crestfallen while he stares down at his scores. He felt his throat tighten in shame, and his hands shift into trembling fists. All of his work, all of Korosensei's lessons, all of Reborn's tutoring... reduced to such a score.

Sawada Tsunayoshi

Total Score: 287 Points

Ranked 117th out of 186

He wasn't in the top fifty, not even close. Considering everyone else's reactions, it seems it was the same for them as well.

"Just what is the meaning of this?" Karasuma inquires over the phone, standing beside the window. "It feels considerably lacking in justice."

Due to the silent classroom, it was easy to here the muffled reply, "That's really strange... I thought you'd all been properly notified though! Isn't it an error of communication on your part?" Tsuna clenches his fist. "Well, you lot don't attend classes in the main building, after all." The man over the phone breaks off into laughter.

"There was no error in communication, and no matter how you look at it, this isn't normal. Drastically changing the range of potential questions two days before the test to encompass all subjects," despite the cold tone, Karasuma held an unreadable expression.

"You really don't understand at all, do you... uh, Karasuma-sensei, was it? This is a high-level school. One of our policies is to test whether students comprehend the material they crammed just before the exam." The man sounded condescending as he explains, the grin he was wearing apparent due to his tone of voice. "The chairman himself stood in front of the classes in the main building and led a magnificent lesson where he informed them of everything that had been changed."

Karasuma's eyes narrow and ends the call. He turns to Korosensei, who had been staring at the chalk board silently the whole time. Tsuna straightens his papers and slips them back into the envelope they came in, not wanting to see his scores anymore. Even though they were probably the highest he's ever gotten for a midterm exam, he still felt deep shame and fear. Shame because he let Korosensei and Reborn down; fear because Korosensei might leave.

Korosensei abruptly speaks, "This is my fault. It seems I took this school's system too lightly." His words tugged on Tsuna's heartstrings, causing his eyes to soften in concern. "I can't bring myself to face all of you."

A knife is speedily thrown at the back of his head, and he lets out a confused shriek.

"You suuure?" Of course, it was Akabane Karma-it's always Akabane Karma-walking down the aisle of desks. "If you couldn't face us, then you wouldn't be able to see me coming to kill you."

"Karma-kun!" Korosensei screeches, "Sensei is feeling depressed right now..."

He trails off when Karma tosses his papers at the creature, said creature catching them. The answer documents had bright red numbers underlines in the top-right corner.

Science: 99

Japanese: 98

Mathematics: 100

Social Studies: 99

English: 98

"Even if the questions change, it makes no difference to me," Karma shifts on to one leg. "Judging by my results, it's because you taught me to such an unnecessary extent." He paints a smirk on his face, adding, "But I have no intentions of leaving this class. An assassination is much more entertaining than returning to my previous class. So, what are you gonna do? Everyone didn't make it into the top fifty spots, so are you gonna run away with your tail between your legs, like you said you would?" The red-head leans into the irked teacher's face, holding an anti-sensei knife beside his mocking expression, "When it come down to it, aren't you just afraid of being killed?"

Kataoka, seeing the opportunity, elbows Maehara smirking, while the other students nod at each other.

"What, so you were scared, Korosensei?" One taunts.

"Then you should have been honest and told us that!"

"Y'knooow, like saying "I want to run away because I'm scared.""

Now red with harmless anger, Korosensei yells, "There is no way I will run away! I'll pay you all back double at the end-of-term exams as revenge!"

Tsuna chuckles, similar to his classmates' laughter, and looks down at his envelope. He reopens it and slides out his papers, looking them over carefully.

Science: 44

Japanese: 76

Mathematics: 36

Social Studies: 53

English: 78

Instead of feeling shame, he replaces it with a small amount of self-pride.

'Feeling bad about it isn't going to raise my grades,' he decides. 'These are probably the high grades I've ever gotten; I should feel good about that and think about what to do to make them higher.'

"What's so funny?!" Tsuna looks back up and watches Korosensei curl his tentacles in the air. "Aren't you all frustrated?!"

Tsuna only smiles.

Timeskip

"As you are aware, there is a three-day-two-night trip to Kyoto next week," Karasuma looks over his students from his stance in front of them. "I don't want to hinder your full enjoyment, but your mission extends to this as well."

"You mean work on the assassination even there?"

"Exactly," Karasuma affirms. "The vast difference between Kyoto's streets and the classroom extensively complicate matters. Still... your individual groups' sightseeing routes [are]* determined in advance, and the plan is for him to accompany you," he explains. "The location is ideal for a sniper. It appears that the government has already made arrangements with professional snipers. Should they be successful, the ten billion will be divided up according to the contribution of those involved. I'm leaving the choosing of an assassination-oriented route in your hands."

"Okay!"

Timeskip

"Karma-kun, Tsuna-kun!" Nagisa calls, gaining both boys' attentions. "Wanna be in the same group?"

Tsuna doesn't answer, a bit stunned, while Karma nods, giving an "Okay."

"Are you gonna be alright, Karma? While we're traveling, it'll be problematic if you pick fights, won't it?" Sugino asks, nervous.

Karma pulls out a picture of him and two beaten students, "It'll be fiiine! I make sure to prevent the eyewitnesses from talking, so it won't become public knowledge."

"Oi..." Sugino leans into Nagisa, holding the picture, "Like I thought, let's not ask him to join our group and just take Tsuna."

"But I get why he's like that."

"So who do we have? Nagisa-kun, Tsuna-kun, Sugino, Kayano-chan, and...?" Karma looks over the accounted group.

'I didn't even say anything...' Tsuna sweat-drops but doesn't object.

Who else would let him in to their group?

"I invited Okuda-san to join us too!" Kayano presents the slightly nervous girl, adding to the group.

"There are [around]* six people per group, so we need one more girl, right?" Sugino rubs his nose, a light pink sprinkled on his cheeks. He laughs and turns, "Don't underestimate me. I invited someone a while ago for just this occasion." Still with a blush, he introduces another group member. "How about the class madonna, Kanzaki-san?"

The girl politely smiles, while Kayano "ooh"s, "No objections here!"

Tsuna glances at Kanzaki, but doesn't stare; he didn't want to be rude. He awkward stands at the side, watching his group interact. Kanzaki bows to Nagisa, causing him to blush and stutter, Kayano was talking to Sugino about the great pick, and Karma was asking about the poisons Okuda gave Korosensei the other day. He felt slightly left out, but he understood that he couldn't just be implemented into a friend group and instantly fit in as a whole. So, with a deep inhale and exhale, he waits for his group's chattering to come to an end, hand gripping his arm as he shifts on to his other foot.

Finally, Sugino steps forward to a desk, "Alriiight, it's decided! Let's figure out where we'll be going."

The group moves forward to crowd around the desks put together with a map in the center, all pulling chairs over to sit in. On two other desks there were books and pamphlets that the students could borrow and peruse through. Tsuna went and snagged four of the books, shyly bringing them to his classmates.

"Thanks, Tsuna-kun!" Kayano smiles at the boy, to which Tsuna returns the expression with a small hum.

"You're all such kids," Irina's voice causes Tsuna to peek up at her. "Going on this sort of trip at this point, for someone like me, who had flown all over the world-"

Maehara interrupts, not even look up, "Then stay here and look after things, Bitch-sensei."

"Be sure to water the flower bed!" Yada adds, turning the page.

Tsuna gives an breathy chuckle and he returns his attention to the task he had been given, ignoring Irina's shout and his other classmate's screech. He trails a finger under each word he was reading so it was easier to keep his place in the small print. He looks back up when he hears the door open and shut, finding Korosensei holding two stacks of thick books.

"There's one for each of you."

Then, Tsuna feels a heavy weight abruptly drop into his hands, knocking the book out of his hands and on to the floor. He grunts, being brought down before straightening his posture, peering down at the new item that was larger than an average textbook.

"What are these, Korosensei?" Hinano asks, her voice strained.

"School trip guidebooks." Korosensei simply answers. Tsuna looks down at the book in his hands, and on it read, "School Trip Guidebook, Kunugigaoka Junior High School, Class 3-E."

He sweat-drops, 'I wouldn't say it's a guidebook... more like a dictionary, really.'

"It is an illustrated guide I created last night of all the sightseeing spots, the top one hundred most popular souvenirs, and basic to advanced self-defense techniques for traveling." He holds up a small-scale model, excited, "The bonus gift is a pre-assembled papercraft model of Kinkaku-Ji*."

"Generally, Korosensei can get to Kyoto in one minute, right?" Someone asks.

"Of course. Still there is a difference between going there and going there on a trip," Korosensei explains. "I look forward to being there with everyone, to encountering good and bad thing with everyone." Korosensei presents his joy, cheeks pink, "I am happy I can travel together with you."

Tsuna smiles, feeling an amount of elation bubbling in his stomach, and he sets the large book down, bending over to pick up the fallen one off the floor. He continues to work with his group, chuckling when jokes were cracked and putting in small bits of input when he felt was required. This continues until a break was appointed, and after that recess, the putting together of the route for their sightseeing and assassination was continued. Soon, it was planned out and polished, all ready for the trip to come.

Timeskip

Tsuna breaks the handful of spaghetti noodles into smaller pieces, placing them into the boiling pot of water carefully. He flicks his gaze over to the male "infant" on the table, who was looking over the letter Korosensei had given to explain in detail about the school trip. Checking over the meat balls in the pan, he expresses his curiosity, "Is there a reason you're looking over that paper? Surely, you already know everything about the trip."

"Just pondering over a decision, nothing for you to worry about, Dame-Tsuna."

"If you say so," Tsuna hums, turning back fully to the oven. After a bit of time passes, the food is done and Tsuna is serving two plates of spaghetti and meatballs and speckled slices of toast to serve as garlic bread. He sets the plates on the table, utensils and napkins already laid out. He grabs an empty cup and fills it with water, sitting down in his chair and pushing himself in. He looks at Reborn and raises his hands, the other following in the respectful thanks for the food.

"Itadakimasu," they chant in unison, clapping their hands, before grabbing their pair of chopsticks and breaking them apart. Tsuna pinches at his plate of noodles and raises them to place in his mouth, slurping quietly and licking his lips of the red sauce. He sees Reborn giving a small nod, causing him to smile. Small praise can go a long way, especially from Reborn.

Taking a sip of his water, Tsuna asks, "So, what have you been up to lately? Besides in the morning, when I get home, and the time you train me, I haven't been seeing you that often. You used to love showing up whenever you liked."

"I've been busy," Reborn answers, slightly vague. "Changes were made so that you are under my guardianship, rather than Nana's and that dumb father of yours. Seeing as you aren't living with either of them currently, and won't be seeing them for a certain amount of time," he continues, "there was no point for them to listed as the proper guardian to call, if an emergency occurred."

A warm feeling appeared in Tsuna's body, causing him to feel delighted and ecstatic. He stammers, "Re-really? You aren't... ashamed of being connected to me that closely? A-a tutor is one thing, but a guardian..." He trails off, averting his eyes to his plate of cooling food.

"Tsuna, look at me."

The younger hesitantly moves his gaze to the hitman, who's expression was blank and unreadable. He could feel his body was tense, waiting for what Reborn was going to declare. He felt like covering his ears so he could stay ignorant to what insult the other was going to give-he didn't want to hear such mean words coming from the person he currently trusted the most.

Reborn makes sure to stare into Tsuna's eyes when stating, "Of course, I'm not ashamed of you. Yes, your grades are lower than average, and you are horribly clumsy, but that's is not your fault." Tsuna feels a lump forming in his throat. "Those teachers at Namimori Chu didn't bother to help you understand their messy lesson plans, and taking care of clumsiness takes work. I'm willing to help you raise your grades and better your footwork, as your tutor and as your guardian."

If tears were falling from Tsuna's eyes, Reborn didn't mention it.

"Thank you."

Timeskip

Sugaya gives a groan, "Classes A through D are in first-class cars."

"We're the only ones in second-class," Rio sighs. "It's the same feeling as always."

Tsuna absentmindedly watches a higher class trail into the bullet train like a line of ants. He felt a little tired (and kind of hoping to be able to get a nap in during the ride to Kyoto) and not actively doing anything was not helping.

"Our school has those sorts of regulations, after all. It was explained when we first entered wasn't it?" The rude supervisor from the midterm exams grins condescendingly, holding the strap of his bag, while his students go to their appoint cars.

A window opens and two of Nagisa's bullies peek their head out, also sporting wide smiles. One had sunglasses on, while the other had a sun visor on his head and a pocky stick in his mouth. The one with the glasses continues to what the teacher said, "Those with excellent scores get priority in the use of school expenses."

"My, my, you guys really give off that poverty smell." The other adds, chomping down the biscuit covered in chocolate.

Tsuna rolls his eyes, feeling too exhausted and bored to take the words to heart. He moves the slipping strap of his bag up his shoulder and tugs at his tie, loosening it a bit. Suddenly, a figure goes quickly past him, making him turn around to see a glammed-up Irina sashaying like a runway model down a catwalk while pushing a few stray hairs behind her ear. "Good day to you, students."

"Bitch-sensei," Kimura sweat-drops, "What's with that Hollywood celebrity getup?"

Tsuna couldn't help but agree, though he wasn't too surprised that she would dress up so excessively in general. For a school trip however... what was the point in looking anything but a teacher?

Irina chuckles, raising a hand to pull her sunglasses down her nose. "When you're an assassin it's only natural to take advantage of being a woman." Her eyes narrow and she smirks. "It's perfect for when a target invites you along on a vacation," she explains. "If he becomes disillusioned by you wearing unfashionable clothes, the chance you've been waiting for will be lost." She adds, finishing, "A good woman pays special attention to her traveling fashion."

Karasuma storms over to Irina, his anger showing in the form of a fierce scowl and evident veins. Tsuna felt shivers go down his spine, watching the normally calm man express such vehement displeasure. Karasuma growls choppy sentences, "You're too conspicuous. Change your clothes. However you look at it, those aren't the clothes of a supervising teacher."

"Don't be such a hardass, Karasuma!" Irina grins, not taking the other seriously. "I'm taking the brats on a trip to adultho-"

"Take it off. Get changed."

The blonde woman whimpers.

She scampers off to a nearby restroom, a gloomy aura surrounding her slouched body. Tsuna chuckles before yawning, raising a hand to cover his mouth while tears pricked his eyes. He listens to Karasuma ordering the students to make a line and proceed excitedly into their second-class car, doing as he was told with shuffling feet. Inside of the train, one side had four seats facing each other, while the other had six. Taking note that his group would most likely want to sit with each other, he strays away from them and falls into a seat with three other empty ones. He pulls off his bag and sets it by his feet, running a thin hand through dark locks, somehow making it look more chaotic. He leans against the wall, his head meeting the window gently as he feel the train start to depart from the station.

"I can't figure who's supposed to be the supervisor..." He could hear a student sarcastically chuckle.

Another classmate suggest, "Since she's rich and just came here to kill, I guess she's out of touch with how the masses think."

Tsuna, with a muddled mind, infers that they were talking about Irina, and doesn't bother to look, instead closing his eyes. From Tokyo to Kyoto, taking a bullet train, it takes over three hours; if Tsuna's group wanted to speak to him, they could wait until he wakes up from his nap. He breathes in through his nose for four seconds, hold it for seven, and exhales for eight counts, allowing his shoulders to roll back in a relaxed position. Not long after, darkness came to claim his conscious. In his near-unconscious state, he could hear someone sit in the seat across from his, lightly calling his name.

'They can wait, can't they? Just talk to me later...'

And just like that, he was asleep.

POV Change*

Nagisa turns to see Kayano taking a seat in front of a limp Tsuna, the brunette holding a peaceful expression with his eyes closed and his mouth parted open slightly. His chest rose and fell in quiet, even inhales and exhales

"Tsuna-kun?" Kayano calls, but the other doesn't answer.

"He might be asleep," Nagisa suggests, his hand holding the strap of his bag. "He did look really tired earlier."

"Yeah, he did," Kayano hums, standing back up and leaving the brunette to sleep without disruption.

Sugino shrugs, smiling lightly, "Let him sleep. We have over three hours on here anyway, and it's not like we're gonna be going over the plan for that long. We can wait till he wakes up."

"Maybe," Karma chuckles darkly and smirks, pulling out a permanent marker out of his bag, "we should give him a few fun memories."

"I-I'm not sure you should do that, Karma-kun..." Nagisa gives a stiff smile.

Sugino has a sudden realization, "Come to think of it, where's Korosensei?" He looks around the train, only seeing his classmates and two of his teachers.

There's a tap at the window, causing Nagisa to turn. Sticking to the window was their third teacher, Korosensei, in his human disguise, and it takes Nagisa a second to process that his teacher was on the outside of the train, causing him to scream in disbelief. He races to the window, pulling out his phone and dialing a number.

Pressing his hand to the glass, he puts the phone to his ear. "Why are you clinging to the window, Korosensei?!"

"Well..." Korosensei also holds a phone to the side of his head, beads of sweat slipping down. "I was buying sweets at the station, so I missed the train," he explains. "I'll travel with you like this until the next station. Don't worry, I'm camouflaged, so it only looks like my clothes and luggage are clinging to the train."

'That's completely unnatural!' Nagisa mentally shouts, perturbed.

Eventually, Korosensei makes it inside of the car, dabbing at his sweaty face with a handkerchief. His nose is slipping down his face as he gives a long exhale. "That was tiring! Traveling so you don't stand out is certainly rough."

"Don't drag along such a huge-ass bag," Okajima puts his hand on his waist.

Hayami crosses her arms in front of her chest, "Korosensei is usually conspicuous anyway." She adds, "I mean, isn't it super bad for a state secret to stand out this much in public?" Korosensei gives an indignant shout. "And if anyone looks at that disguise up close, they'll find out that you're not human."

Sugaya, with a white cloth spread out in his lap and a sharp instrument held in his hand, lifts a round item to his mouth with his free hand and blows. Bits of shavings fly off, and he tosses the carved item to Korosensei. "Korosensei, here. First off, let's change that false nose that's always falling off."

The new nose was round and appeared to fit Korosensei's face better than the one before it, which Korosensei wasn't slow to mention. "Ooh! What an amazing fit!"

"That's 'cause I carved it to suit the curve and look of your face." Sugaya smiles, happy that the teacher likes his new nose and throwing his tool in the air, catching it easily. He adds, "Making stuff like that is my strong point, after all."

Holding her colorful cards, Kayano smiles and watches her classmates compliment Sugaya's skill in carving. "It's really interesting, Nagisa. When you're traveling, you can see somewhat unexpected sides to everyone."

"Yeah," Nagisa agrees. 'With the travel schedule we'll have from here on out, we'll probably be able to see even more sides to everyone.'

Timeskip + POV Change

"But y'know, once we'd gotten to Kyoto, I forgot all about the assassination." Sugino lets his arms fall from their crossed position behind his head. "I mean, it's such great scenery, like a place completely unrelated to assassinations and stuff like that."

Nagisa smiles, "In reality, it's the complete opposite, Sugino." Tsuna, interested, turns his head from looking at the greenery to Nagisa. "I'd like to take a little detour. It's right near that convenience store."

The group follows the blue-haired male until they stop in front of pillars that reads, "Formerly in the house of Iguchi Shinsuke," and, "Nakanaoka Shintaro/Sakamoto Ryoma on this very ground they they meet misfortune." There were also signs that read, "Official mausoleum of senior first rank Oda Nobunaga," and, "Head temple Honnou-Ji."

Okuda leans in closer, eyes wide, "That says... Sakamoto Ryoma, doesn't it?"

Karma "ooh"s, while Tsuna tilts his head, not knowing who Sakamoto Ryoma was. He mumbles, "Who?"

"The site of the old "Omiya," where the 1867 Ryoma assassination occurred." Nagisa holds up a finger and points forward. "Plus, if we walk a little further, we'll reach Honnou-Ji. Back then its location was a bit different though." He explains more, "That's right, in 1582, Oda Nobunaga was also assassinated, in a way. Even though it's the space of a mere one kilometer or so, some incredibly big names have been assassinated here. If you include the lesser-known assassinations too, there must be too many to count."

Tsuna feels shivers go down his spine as the realization that quite a few people have died around the area they're standing in. It was also strange how Nagisa knows all of this. "This city was always at the heart of Japan... and yet it is an assassination holy ground."

Sugino intervenes before Nagisa could continue, if he could, "I get it... If you put it that way, this is really the perfect assassination trip."

Tsuna nods and scratches at his cheek nervously. He looks at the pillars again before following his fleeting group.

"Next is Yasaka Shrine!" Kayano excited raises an arm.

Karma slouches, slightly groaning, "Enough already, let's rest. I want to drink Kyoto's sugary-sweet coffee."

Tsuna could help but agree that the sightseeing trip was become a little boring and that his feet were starting to hurt a bit, but he did complain. He just quietly looked around at the new views as he and his classmates stroll down streets. Eventually, they make it to a deserted space, and Tsuna feels himself tense. He felt like he had to be on guard, like something was going to happen, and his head was starting to ache.

Kayano looks around, "If you go this deep into the Gion District, there's really no signs of life."

"Yep, that's because it's only made up of shops that turn away first-time customers," Kanzaki explains, holding up a finger with a smile. "The people who come here don't aimlessly wander around, we don't have to work around them."

Tsuna couldn't help a sigh slipping past his lip, 'That doesn't sound good.'

"That's why it was the route I wanted. It's just right for an assassination, isn't it?"

Sugino grins, "As expected of Kanzaki-san, your preparations are perfect!"

The brunette's head starts to hurt more, and he searches for anything wrong, though on one notices.

"Then I guess we'll carry out the plan here." Karma shoves his hands into his pockets, looking around.

Suddenly, a gruff voice echos in the empty area, "It really is just perfect. Now why would you walk in an area like this, where abduction is a piece of cake?"

The students whip around, except Karma who merely turns his head. Three large students, each of them ugly and intimidating, saunter over to them. They all have smirks on their face. Kayano gasps, and Tsuna squares his shoulders from his place in the front, his face set in a blank expression.

"What's up, gents? You don't seem to be here for sightseeing," Karma narrows his mercury eyes, pulling his hands out of his pockets.

The blond male grins, "All you boys have to do is leave the women here and go home-"

There's a hand in his face that stuns him then grabs into his eyes and cheeks, pushing him into a pole. Of course it's Akabane Karma.

"Karma-san!" Tsuna takes a step forward, eyes wide in fear.

"See, Nagisa-kun? If there aren't any witnesses, then there's no problem even if I fight-"

Tsuna reaches out and snags on to Karma's arm, yanking to the side to avoid a pipe that a greasy-haired guy swings. He pushes the red-head behind him, lowering and widening his stance* into one that Reborn had taught him. He didn't have time to grab his container of Dying Will Pills and take one, so he had to rely on his puny body and resolve to protect his classmates.

"Got that right," the delinquent, who tried to use a sneak-attack, gives a menacing look.

Karma's eyes are wide in shock before they slant, and he gives a low whistle, "Damn, Tsuna-kun. It seems you have a lot more spunk than I thought you had."

Tsuna grunts and eyeballs the taller males cautiously.

The guy huffs a laugh, "This place is really well-hidden."

Tsuna gulps. He was at a disadvantage since there were more than one of them and one had a weapon. He didn't have a chance to grab anything to defend he and his group. He opens his mouth to try and disassemble the situation when the high schooler barks, "Oi, grab the women."

"Wait!"

Everyone turns to the petite third-year.

"Oh? And what's a pipsqueak like you gonna do? Yip like a little puppy? Go on, yip, little puppy. S'not like you can stop us."

Tsuna shakily inhales and tries to steel his voice, "We can work this out. You want money? I have money, and I'll give it to you, if you leave my friends alone."

He didn't have much in his bag, but he had to hope it'd be enough. The guy flicks his head to his men, "See? All he can do is yip-"

Tsuna takes his chance and releases a punch into the male's face. Or at least that's where he meant to hit. The guy grasps at his throat, letting out a choked sound and dropping his pipe. He hacks and brings a glare to cut into Tsuna, but Tsuna only glares back, feeling heat rise in his body. The older's eyes widen but hastily returns to their position.

"Change of plans," his voice is strangled and husky, "Get the women and the pipsqueak."

Kayano takes a step back, clear disbelief on her face, "Wait a... what the-"

She lets out muffled sounds of distress, causing everyone to turn to her. There was another student behind her, holding his hand over her mouth. Sugino and Nagisa try to run to her rescue.

Sugino yells, "Oi! What are you doing-"

A knee barrels into his stomach, and he falls to the ground, groaning. Nagisa takes a punch to his face, knocking him unconscious as his head hits the pavement. Tsuna moves to help but he feels a pain on his head, making him fall to his knees. Pain overwhelms his senses, and his vision blurs with darkness and stinging tears. He hears a few mores grunts and another thud before he passes out.

POV Change

Kayano glares, shoulders hunched in an uncomfortable place. Her arms were bounded behind her back, a rope tied around her chest and arms. A tense Kanzaki and an unconscious Tsuna were in the same position. There were two guys leering over the back of the seat.

"Those guys were way too easy! Didn't I tell ya'?" The guy peeks back from his place in the passenger seat. "Brats who've generally got nothing but book smarts are completely helpless against strength like ours."

Kayano lets her view go to Tsuna, who was limp and slouched forward, and feels concern bubbling in her stomach.

"This is a crime, you know. Letting boys see that sort of expression..."

A sleazebag sneers, "How scandalous. We're all bored with school trips, ain't we? How 'bout we do each other a favor and have fun together?"

The other one grins, "Hey, let's go to karaoke first. Karaoke..."

"Why would you come all the way to Kyoto for karaoke?!" Kayano screeches. "You're ruining our trip!"

You don't get it, do ya'? That feeling of ruination's just fine, ain't it? I bet that girl over there knows what I'm talking about." The guy flips out his phone and pulls up a picture. ""I've seen her somewhere before." The girl always hanging around with my main woman said that, and she told me." He turns in his seat and shows the girls the screen. "This's from last year, in a Tokyo game center around summertime. It's you, right?"

The picture was of a girl with dyed rivers of wavy hair. She wore a dark purple top with a skull and a spiderweb on it, with "Love" written above, and had short shorts on. Her wrists and neck were adorned with jewelry, and her expression was blank. Kanzaki stays silent but her brows furrow as she looks down to her lap.

"I'd planned to kidnap you, so this opportunity is too good to pass up. You sure hung out a lot, huh? Who'd have thought you were a student at Kunugigaoka?" The male brings his phone to himself, flipping it shut. "But I understand, about people with good pedigrees. In some ways they to be ruined." He leans in close to Kanzaki, and she's unable to move back. "It ain't anything to be ashamed of. Screwing things up is fun. If it's method's you want, we know all the ways to bring things to ruin. From now until nightfall, the ruination-sensei will teach you absolutely everything."

Kayano clenches her hands into fists.

POV Change

"You-you guys! Are you alright?!" Okuda crouches down beside Nagisa and Sugino.

Nagisa presses against his cheek and turns to the frantic girl, "I'm glad that you're safe, Okuda-san."

"Sorry. I hid right at the start," she closes her eyes in guilt.

"They covered up the license plate number." Karma gingerly rubs the back of his head. "The car was probably stolen, and a common model you can find anywhere. Those bastards are experienced in committing crimes." He brings his hand down and scowls at it. "Even if we report it, the issue won't be settle immediately. That said," It clenches into a fist, "I'd like you to let me deal with them personally."

Nagisa brings out his phone before the sound of fluttering paper brings him to turn. It was the huge book Korosensei had handed out, and a sentence catches his eye.

"When a classmate has been kidnapped - 1243."

"He-hey, guys. I think I got something that might help."

"What'd you find, Nagisa?" Sugino crawls over, holding a hand to his stomach as he looks down at the page Nagisa had turned to. Okuda does the same, and Karma crouches down beside them. "What to do when a classmate's been kidnapped, huh... Normally, you'd never see a guidebook take a hypothetical situation this far."

Nagisa lets out a light sardonic chuckle, "That's because Korosensei is incredibly thorough. He's written anything and everything in here." He turns to another page. "Like how to recover from the shock of seeing that the souvenirs you bought in Kyoto are sold in a Tokyo department store.

"Don't cry!"

"Do not bring back souvenirs. Bring memories and experiences instead."

"And how to comfort yourself when seeing couple flirting by the Kamo River makes you feel lonely."

"Say to yourself "I am a Heian nobleman," since Heian nobles hide their courtship from the public eye, it is not unnatural at all for you to be alone here."

"Still..." Nagisa smiles. "Thanks to that, we've calmed down a bit. What we should do now is spelled out for us right here." He grabs his bag and stands up, holding the book. Sugino and Karma silently follow his example while Okuda nervously scrambles up. "We'll probably be fine with this. Everyone, let's going save Kayano, Kanzaki-san, and Tsuna-san."

POV Change

Ignoring the rowdy teenagers sitting around the bar, Kayano looks amusedly at Kanzaki, "You know, that picture before was a bit surprising." She muses. "So the diligent and serious Kanzaki-san had a phase like that too, huh?"

"Yeah," Kanzaki looks down. "My father was really strict. He demanded that I only have a good academic background, a good job, and a good title." She sighs, body shifting. "I wanted to get away from that sort of lifestyle ruled by prestige, wanted to strip myself of the uniform that was my family's name. So I changed my appearance and went to play somewhere where no one knew me." Her eyes go to Tsuna's limp form that laid on the cold floor in front of them. "I'm a real idiot, aren't I. Thanks to my playing around, the title I received was "part of the E-as-in-End-Class." A sad smile is painted on her face. "I don't even know where I belong anymore."

"The why don't cha' become our comrade," the leader's voice cuts in. "We also live by the belief that "prestige and all that can do die!" Mess up the people who act like they're so elite... How about something like bringing them back down to everyone else's level?" He starts to name examples, "For a salaryman in a nice suit: use a woman and accuse him of molesting her. For a seemingly successful and powerful woman: kidnap her, just like this, and engrave wounds that will never disappear into both her heart and body." He brings a hand to his chest and expresses a terrifying look on his face. "We've taught them plenty of things with that sort of play. You can call of missionaries of ruination."

Kayano averts her eyes and whispers, "Awful."

The man stares down with an unreadable look. Then, abruptly, she is pinned by her throat to the couch.

"What's with looking down on us as if you're so elite?!" He growls, strangling the girl. "We're gonna drag you right down to our level."

"Leave her alone!"

Scarface turns and sees an orange glare aimed at him. Tsuna had finally woken up and was now squirming in his bindings. The leader drops the short student on the couch, leaving her coughing and gasping for air.

"Looks like little Pipsqueak's finally woken up." He kicks Tsuna's foot and turns back to the shaking females, "Listen up. You're going to keep about ten of us company from now until nightfall. When you go back to your hotel, you'll nonchalantly say, "We just had fun and did karaoke." If you do, then you two won't get hurt." He laughs darkly. "I can't say the same about your fuckboy-classmate here though." Grinning, he scrunches up his eyes, "When we return to Tokyo, let's all play together again, all while looking at commemorative photos of our fun school trip."

Kayano's eyes widen as a bead of sweat makes a trail down her face. There's a sudden creak of the door opening that seems to make the guy's grin widen.

"Ooh, there they are." He turns. "Our photographer's have arrived-"

He stops when the figure of a beaten up lackey comes into the dim light, and he freezes. Tsuna flips on to his other side, so he could see what had surprised the male. There are three silhouettes, and he could see a bit of crimson behind the out-of-station student. Said student is dropped on to the ground.

The sound of pages turning and a voice calling out causes him to relax, "School Trip Guidebook, page 1243: What to do When a Classmate has Been Kidnapped. If you have no leads to the culprits: first we will figure out if they are locals of the area from their discussion topics, accent, ect. If they are not locals, and, moreover, wearing school uniforms, turn to page 1244," He turns to said page, "As your opponents are also likely students on a school trip, they must be a group who causes mischief while traveling."

The figures were of Karma, Nagisa, and Sugino. A person Tsuna didn't notice at first was a hunched Okuda peeking from behind them.

"You guys!" Kayano lights up, while the delinquent scowls.

"Wh-you bastards!" Tsuna brings himself to sit up, eyes squinting from the pain emitting from the back of his head. "How did you know we were here?!"

Nagisa ignores the question and continues to read from page 1244, "That sort of group, who lacks a home ground advantage, will not flee far after the kidnapping. They will surly look for a place nearby away from prying eyes. In such a case, turn to Appendix 134." He goes to 134 and lifts the book up to where the high-schoolers could see a map. "The map that sensei created beforehand at Mach 20... will be a useful countermeasure against kidnappers in hiding."

Tsuna and Kanzaki smile, though one was in amusement and the other in relief.

Sugino chuckles, "That school trip guidebook is incredible! What a perfect countermeasure against kidnapping!"

"No kidding." Karma smirks. "We really should carry those around after all." He takes a look at the shocked faces, eyes flickering over the two girl and Tsuna before returning. "So what will you do now, gents?" His eyes narrow, becoming poisonous. "Seeing as you went this far, you'll all be spending the rest of your school trip in the hospital."

"Don't try and look cool, you junior high brats." The leader tuts and grins when he hears stomping and another creak. "Those are the buddies we called earlier. Now our side's got ten people." Tsuna eyes widen and he starts to feel rope burn as he struggles with the rope around his wrists. "Good little kiddies like you lot have never seen badass funks like them before. bada... badass pu-huh?!"

Instead of more followers coming in with their chins high and chest puffed out, they were hung in the air by yellow tentacles, all unconscious.

"There aren't any badass punks here. Sensei ended up performing maintenance on all of them."

"Korosensei!"

"Forgive me for being late. I was doing a thorough search of the other areas, so I left this place to all of you." The teacher drops the students.

"Um... what's with that stagehand-like face covering."

Now that Tsuna calmed down, he could see a translucent veil covering Korosensei's face.

"I had to resort to violence, so I was scared that my face would be remembered as that of a violent teacher."

Tsuna could stop himself was laughing quietly. '"Violent teacher," huh? Sure, you're violent, Korosensei.'

"Since Nagisa-kun had a copy of the guidebook with him, I was also able to get to you quickly." Copies of the book appear in the free students' hands. "All of you should take this opportunity to carry one."

"You're a teacher?!"

"Quit screwing around! All of you bastards looking down on us!"

The group of idiots run to attack Korosensei, holding glass bottles as weapons.

""Don't screw around?"" The older teens drop to the ground without a good fight. "That's my line," Korosensei growls, his eyes piercing them. "Touching my students with those filthy hands and speed equal to that of a grounded fly... don't make me laugh."

The imbecile of a leader shakily rises to his feet, whipping out a switchblade. He grunts, "So the elite even have specially prepared teachers, huh. You look down on us from your high horse too, don't you." Those were statements. "Making fun of use, thinking we're some dumbass high school-"

"We are not elites," Korosensei interrupts. "It is true that they are students from a notable school, but within its walls, they are referred to as "leftovers," and their class is the target of discrimination." He raises one tentacle. "And yet they face the variety of things encountered there with a truly positive outlook. They do not drag others through the mud like you do. School and status have nothing do with it. Whether a fish lives in a clear stream or a water ditch, so long as it continues swimming forward, it will grow up beautifully. Now then, my students. Let's perform some maintenance on them, by teaching their bodies the basics of school trips."

Tsuna smiles as he watches his classmate bring their guidebooks on to the delinquents' head. He lets out a breath of air, allowing his shoulders to relax. Soon, he, Kayano, and Kanzaki are released. He stands up on trembling legs, and the pain he ignored comes back with a sharp vengeance, making him to bring a hand to his head.

"Senseeeiii," Karma calls, an "innocent" look on his face. "Tsuna-kun has a lovely head injury. Might wanna check that out."

"Head injury? Those hooligans! Tsuna-kun, let me see."

Tsuna looks up with wide eyes, "Ah! Well, I-I'm fine, really!"

"I'll have none of that!"

Tsuna sighs and lets his teacher look at the back of his head, gently combing through his hair. He hears him heave a sigh in relief.

"It's nothing serious, you'll just have a nasty bump and a bit of pain."

Tsuna slowly nods and steps away from the creature. He discretely pulls down his sleeves to cover his wrist covered in friction burns.

'I'll be fine, it's nothing too bad. Not like a bit of rope burn hurt anyone anyway, right?'

"Did something happen, Kanzaki-san?"

The girl turns to her teacher, "Huh?"

"You ended up suffering a terrible calamity so it wouldn't be all that strange for you to be shaken up, and yet," Korosensei continues, "somehow, it's the exact opposite... from your expression, it's as if a weight has been lifted."

Tsuna gives a smile and a nod to Nagisa as he takes back his abandoned bag, slipping it on to his shoulder.

"Not really, Korosensei. Thank you," Kanzaki gratefully smiles, eyes closed.

Korosensei blushes but opens his guidebook, "It was nothing. Nurufufufufu, well then, how about we continue our trip?"

Timeskip

Tsunayoshi runs a hand through his slightly damp locks of chocolate hair. He and the others had been able to bathe in the bathhouse and were now in the game corner. Luckily for him, he had gotten in and out quickly before anyone could see his back; that would have been quite the story to tell.

'Woah! How in the world are you dodging all of them?!" Sugino has a comical expression as they watch Kanzaki masterfully play the arcade game. "You're moving like a pro, all while gracefully smiling!"

Kanzaki smiles bashfully, "You're embarrassing me."

"I never would have expected that Kanzaki-san would be so good at a game like this," Okuda muses, looking in awe.

"I'd kept silent about it." Kanzaki looks at her high score. "Even though I can play, such things are only frowned upon in an elite school like our school." Kayano looks on in understanding. "But maybe I've been worrying too much about what those around me think." The ravenette lists on, "Clothes, hobbies, status... I'd grown used to running and getting swept away by the crowd, so I had no confidence in myself." She look down with a small sad smile. "What Korosensei said made me realize that what's important is inwardly looking forward and trying hard."

Tsuna smiles and turns to watch his other male classmates playing ping-pong. He couldn't help but chuckle when he sees a ball accidentally hit Takebayashi's glasses, causing Mimura to apologetically grin and for Isogai to laugh. He watches as Mimura call over to Karasuma, who was holding papers and reports, to come play with them. He is slightly surprised to see the cool male smile and agree. Deciding he doesn't want to see the brown-haired male get beaten by his other teacher, Tsuna turns and follows Nagisa, Sugino, and Okajima, seeing as how they were going to walk around the inn.

"Still this inn must be pretty profitable," Okajima continues, slipping his hands into his sleeves. "the boys' and girls' sides each have a bedroom and common room, and apparently we're the only class who doesn't have private rooms."

Tsuna hums, while Nagisa supplies, "It's livelier that way." Suddenly, he stops and looks down a hallway. "Nakamura-san, what are you guys doing?"

"Shh!" Tsuna peers down the hallway, and sure enough, Nakamura was sneakily standing beside the mens' bath, along with Fuwa. "Exactly what it looks like." She grins. "We're peeping."

Okajima looks incredulously at the blonde, squeaking, "Peeping?! Isn't that the boys' job?"

Tsuna side-glances the male, taking a small step away from him.

"It's not a job at all," Nagisa mumbles.

Nakamura pulls on the curtain, her grin seemingly widening, "Can you still say that, even after seeing this?"

Inside of the room, Korosensei's clothing was neatly folded or hung up on a hanger. Tsuna didn't really understand what was so interesting about it.

'It's... just some clothing. Am I... missing something here?'

"If these clothes are hanging here," Nakamura brings a hand to hold her chin, "then their owner is in the bath. You get what I'm saying, right?"

'No, I don't.'

"Right now, we'll be able to see it. The body beneath Korosensei's clothes."

'Oh.' Tsuna squirms. 'Ooohhh.'

The long-haired female storms right in, and Nagisa, Okajima, and (a reluctant and uncomfortable) Tsunayoshi follow her nervously. "Are there only tentacles from the neck down?" She ponders aloud. "Or is there a torso in there? It'll even put us at an advantage in assassinating him."

"I can't believe that such unsexy peeping exists in this world..." Okajima whispers, almost like he was in a strange version of disbelief.

Nakamura cracks open the door, peeking through in excitement, before she screeches, "What are you, a girl?!"

Korosensei scrubs at one of his tentacles that emerged from the bath full of bubbles. He looks up when Nakamura yells, "Oh my, hello everyone."

Nakamura's mouth is wide open, her eyes the same.

Okajima was in the same state.

Fuwa looks a little shocked.

"Why the heck are you in a bubble bath?" Sugino places his hands on his waist, obviously confused.

"Didn't they say," Nagisa inquires, sweat-dropping, "that bath additives aren't allowed?"

Tsuna just covers his face with his hands, groaning quietly.

Korosensei explains, "This is sensei's mucus. It bubbles up and removes microscopic particles of dirt."

"That body is really convenient!"

"But you're too naive. We are blocking the exit," Nakamura shakily laughs, her grin returning. She brings out an anti-sensei knife, raising it, "When you get out of the bathtub, you'll definitely have to pass by us. Even if we can't kill you, we'll be able to see your naked body."

Korosensei, not too bothered by her words, stands up, discreetly opening the window. However, instead of seeing a strange, mutated, naked body, a rectangular block of dripping jell was covering it. "That cannot be allowed."

"What is that, jellied soup?!"

Korosensei quickly jumps outs of the window, Nagisa mumbling, "And then he goes and escapes through the window..."

"Nakamura... this peeping was fruitless," Okajima turns to the blonde female.

"We've learned all sorts of things about everyone on this trip but..."

"Yeah, we're not any closer to knowing about Korosensei's true form."

"Might as well go hang out in the common room."

Tsuna groans again.

Timeskip

Tsuna sits off to the side of the room, a small blush on his face and the hope that everyone ignores his existence. His male classmates sit in a circle around a piece of paper. The paper was titled, "Girl you're interested in RANKING," and had female classmate (along with a crude drawing of their face) with tally mark beside them.

"So Kanzaki-san's in first place after all."

"Well, there's really no one who'd dislike her."

Maehara grins teasingly, "So? How'd it go, Sugino? Since you managed to get her into your group."

"Well..." Sugino blushes, sheepishly closing his eyes. He brings his arms up, crossing them behind his head, "We ran into all sorts of trouble, we so there was hardly any time to with her."

"Ah, sounds like you had it rough."

Tsuna looks down at his wrist, 'Yeah, it wasn't what I'd call fun...'

The door to their room opens, and Karma walks in, taking a sip of a canned drink. He looks down at the paper before he states, "Ooh, looks like you guys are doing something interesting."

Isogai smiles, "Nice time, Karma."

"Are you interested in any of the girls in our class?" Kimura asks as Karma sits down, setting his drink beside him.

Maehara adds in, "Everyone's said theirs, so you're not getting out of it."

'Good, they completely forgot about me,' Tsuna sighs in relief, slumping against the wall. His eyes slightly droop as he listen to Karma answer.

"Hmm... Okuda-san, I guess."

"That's unexpected, why?"

Karma grins, slipping his hands into his sleeves, "She seems like she'd be able to cook up shady medicines, chloroform, and stuff like that, so I'd have an even wider variety of pranks to choose from."

"I definitely don't wanna let you two hook up," Maehara scrunches his nose.

Tsuna mumbles, "Why am I not surprised?"

Isogai holds a finger up to his face and the paper in his other hand, "Guys, these voting results are our little secret. I mean, most of us wouldn't want them getting out." He holds a natural smile. "So as far as the girls and sensei are concerned, we'll definitely-"

He abruptly stops, staring out the window. Tsuna tiredly turns and looks out to see Korosensei sticking to the window, dressed and holding a notebook. He quickly scribbles down something and leaves.

"He jotted it down and ran! Kill 'im!" Maehara screeches.

Tsuna watches, now wide awake, as most of males classmate run out, carrying knifes. He hesitantly stands up from his spot on the floor and goes to slowly follow them. However, he is stopped by Nagisa and Karma.

"You didn't vote on anyone, did you, Tsuna-kun?" Nagisa looks at Tsuna, causing the short male to freeze but not turn back completely.

Tsuna peeks back, only moving his head. He blinks owlishly.

"Oh?" Karma smirks. "Care to share, Tsuna-kun?"

It was like an eruption of red exploded on his face before Tsuna rushes out of the room, leaving the two chuckling (or in Karma's case, snickering). He shuffles down the hallway, the sounds of his classmates' voices leading faintly. He eventually finds the backs of the males, but strangely hears some of his female classmates' voices.

"There he is!"

Korosensei nervously shouts, "Oh crap, it's a pincer attack from both sides!"

Tsuna lightly laughs at the boisterous behavior of his class and wonders over to an open window. He studies the glow of the moon, thinking about his time in E-Class.

'It's been... different. Not exactly what I'm used to, but since when was my life normal? Especially when Reborn showed up and everything that happened after.' He thinks back to that afternoon, back to everything that was said. He shakes his head with a sad smile. 'Doesn't really matter anymore. I'm here, not there. I'm with E-Class, not with them. I'm not in Namimori anymore.' His smile turns bright, 'And I don't think I mind. I'll make the most of it until next March.'

It was then that he sets his new resolve.

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January 25, 2020

Notes:

* So I pretty much copied the scenario with Nagisa but changed it up a bit. I added in Reborn; instead of a knife, I went with a gun, because it seemed to fit a bit more than a knife, idk why. I hope you don't mind.

* There isn't an "are" in the translation, but it doesn't sound correct without it, so I put it in brackets.

* So including Tsuna, there is (funnily) 27 students in E Class at the moment. There are 4 groups, and 27 cannot be divide by 4 and evenly equal a whole number. That's the same problem for 26 students, the amount before Tsuna joined the class, so two groups had 7, while the other two had 6. Now, with Tsuna, there are 3 groups of seven, and 1 of six. Just to clear up any confusion.

* Kinkaku-Ji, or Golden Pavilion, is a Zen Buddhist temple that gets a lot of attention.

* Betcha didn't see that comin'! Lol, this is mostly a third-omniscient POV change to where it's kinda everyone perspective, from a third-limited where it was just Tsuna's perspective and thoughts.

* Just in case, we're back to Tsuna's perspective, third-limited.

* Probably wrong, I've never fought or took lessons in my entire life.

Happy New Year!

Holy shit. I didn't mean for this to get that long. It just happened, I don't even know how. I can say for certain, on this day, that this is the longest chapter I've ever written. I was going to have this moment but decided to cut it out and I might make it into a special or something.

Like I have that scene, but I also wanna do a small Q&A to clear some things up, such as why the "better" brother wasn't chosen to become decimo. I've realized that it's a huge gap in the story at the moment, and have had two people ask about it (to which I answered). If you wanna do the Q&A and want the special scene, let me know by commenting and stuff.

I don't really have much to say. It's like I think of all sorts of things I should bring up in these notes but when I actually get to them, I forget completely. I imagine that I'm not the only one lol.

Anyway, please leave a comment/review on your way out; they keep me motivated to write more for you guys.

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What is better: Hamilton: the American Musical or K-Pop.

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