Disclaimer: I do not own Assassination Classroom.
XXI.
I didn't even look up from my book, when Koro-sensei's voice seemed to double and triple. My weirdness tolerance had risen more in the month, in which we had been taught by the octopus, than in 40 years before that.
Oh, yes. The time I had been living on earth altogether had gone in March up to 40 years. Huh, was I getting old?
I turned to Karma.
''Hey, Karma. Am I getting old?'' Bemused, my childhood friend stared at me for a while before shaking his head.
''Really? 40 years already. That's kind of...'' I trailed off, frowning.
''I assure you, you are not getting old. Older, yes. But not old. You still have a life ahead of you. If it helps, I won't be calling you old hag that often anymore.'' He followed my example and switched languages with a slight deadpan expression.
''Thanks,'' I answered him dryly. ''I'm sure that helps.''
''See? Problem solved.'' Clearly ignoring my sarcastic undertone.
What an ass.
Somewhere in between the conversation, Koro-sensei had begun to posit a double in front of each of us and was wearing a headband with a sign. I assumed, that that sign would be the subject he would teach us in for the upcoming mid-term exams.
Admittedly, I sucked in studying for exams, so this was quite helpful. But...
Those were high-speed doubles, right? It just meant, he was moving abnormally fast, while changing the headband and material each time for the student. Every time he moved, it meant switched books, headband and the subject. That level of control was insane. Wasn't he limited last time to only three clones? Was he evolving?
The thought of a Pokémon came to my mind.
''HEY! Why the heck is mine the only Naruto one?!'' Terasaka shouted.
Naruto still existed in the story line of Assassination Classroom. That had been highly interesting, when I had seen it. Did it exist here, because Assassination Classroom had the same publisher in my first life or had they the same publisher because it existed here too? I knew there were several more identical books and mangas here. Maybe AC had been simply cut out of everything and the rest stayed as it was.
Maybe I was just making it more difficult than it was.
I missed Koro-sensei's explanation for Terasaka, instead I saw Karma taking a knife out.
''On three,'' He indicated me to do the same. ''One, two, three!'' He struck his weapon out as I simply followed his example. The duplicates distorted fascinatingly.
Karma had struck him in the head, since this wasn't a serious assassination attempt. I didn't have Karma's long arms nor the height to reach out teacher there, so I aimed lower. The guy was over 2 meter tall! Instead I had stabbed him slightly below his left shoulder.
The result was a vaguely S-like teacher, who didn't look that pleased.
''Sayori-kun, Karma-kun! I must ask you to refrain from assassinating me, please. When I dodge it effects my afterimages.'' The disfigured creature in front of us complained. I took time to look at the headband before me.
Ah, my special subject was Social Studies. It was admittedly my worst subject, spoken in relative terms. Since my grades weren't actually something one should complain about. But History wasn't really my strong suit and dates didn't stay in my head until I repeated them over and over again.
Yes, when it came to grades I was arrogant. Come on, I was just repeating all of this stuff and I hadn't been a real slack before. Good enough to get into the top 50, but somehow too lazy for more. And I was sure, that I would manage to get the first or second place. If I would study a bit...
''Do you have any more questions, Sayori-kun?'' I was still rather disturbed how Koro-sensei did his duplicates.
''No, thank you, sensei. Though, I would be thankful if you had some worksheets for me.'' I was promptly handed some papers on our current subject.
''Thanks, sensei.''
''Nurufufufufu, you are welcome.'' And his afterimage went still.
This was the way our lessons were spent until the midterm exams.
Studying, studying, studying.
''Urgh... My brain is fried...'' I heard Maehara groan at lunch break. ''This is way too much studying for me. And I forgot my drink today too!''
He grumbled on about barbaric classmates and an impossible teacher. Taking something out of my bag, I was turning to talk to him. Karma was outside of the classroom doing something I didn't know of. Maybe another assassination? We had slacked off in that department lately.
''Maehara-san, did you say you forgot your drink for lunch?''
''Huh?'' Surprised, he looked at me. ''Yeah, I did.''
''I have brought two juice box with me. Would you like one?'' I offered him one of my juice boxes.
''You're a lifesaver! Thanks, Kitani.'' He sent me an enthusiastic smile and took the drink.
''You're welcome. You looked like a sad puppy, I just couldn't resist,'' I joked.
''Really? Then I have perfected my help-me-I'm-in-dire-need-for-help-look.'' He nodded sagely.
''I'm glad that I helped you to realize that,'' I remarked dryly. ''Now... Give me back my 255 yen.''
''What?! I thought you wanted to help me!''
''No,'' I made a poker face. ''This was clearly out of self-interest.'' I stretched out my hand. ''My money, please.''
Maehara made moves to take out the needed money, but saw my lips twitching.
''Hah, you're joking, aren't you?'' He pointed at my lips. ''Please tell me you're joking. I don't have the change with me.''
I stopped trying to force my lips down.
''Yeah, that was a joke,'' It was too much, I had to grin at him. ''I was just waiting how long it would take you to notice.''
''Haha, not bad,'' He was also grinning. ''You know, you are surprisingly nice to talk too.''
I blinked. ''What-''
''Hey, that's rude Maehara!'' Okano, a female friend of Maehara shouted at him. ''Sorry, Kitani-san. The idiot has yet to learn manners.''
''Nah, that's okay,'' I waved her off. ''After all I always hang out with Karma. He also doesn't take it so serious with manners. Speaking of manners, you can just call me Sayori. I don't mind.''
''Sure, Sayori-chan. But boys are always the same, aren't they?'' I cringed slightly at the suffix, but didn't correct her. I was trying to befriend my classmates, scare them off just because I didn't like being called like this.
''Yup, exactly.'' I nodded in a sympathetic manner.
''What is that supposed to mean, you two!'' Maehara interrupted our mostly telepathic conversation.
''Well...,'' I drew out.
''For you, this especially means you are a womanizing bastard and have no manners,'' Okano told him bluntly.
''Ouch, Okano-san,'' I winced. ''This even hurt me and I wasn't the one it was directed to.''
''See, Okano? You're just too serious.'' Maehara butted in.
''And you don't take things serious enough!'' And they broke out in a well-practiced banter. I suppressed a smile. This reminded me somehow of a certain someone.
''Really those two...'' an exasperated voice said beside me.
''Huh, Isogai-san? Are they always like this?'' Our class rep stood beside me, looking far too used to this.
''You don't have to call me -san, Kitani-san. We're all classmates.''
''Well, then call me Sayori. I don't really like formalities.'' I replied.
''Really?'' He smiled. ''Sure, Sayori-san. To your question. They always banter so much. Okano is always annoyed by Maehara's playboy tendencies.''
''I see.'' And sweatdropped when Okano kicked Maehara in his face. The fact didn't bother me, I often did it myself, but her skirt was flying and she wasn't wearing shorts underneath.
''You seem close to them, Isogai,'' I remarked when I saw his smiling face. Frowning, I leaned a bit closer to him.
''S-Sayori-san?'' He looked slightly uncomfortable. The smell of caffeine invaded my nose.
''Sorry, I just noticed that you smell like coffee. Did you just drink some?'' I would like to have some actually, but my body didn't take the caffeine that well. It bordered to hyperactivity, when I drank a simple mug. I had sulked when my mother had forbidden me to drink it.
''Ah, no. I got some coffee on my clothes yesterday. It seems the smell is still there.'' He didn't clarify any further, so I didn't ask. The sudden image of Isogai in a waiter's outfit flashed before my eyes.
''You didn't get hurt, did you?'' I tried to forget that picture. Lately, it had been really bad with those flashes. They were always accompanied with a buzzing in my head. I didn't like it.
''No, I'm fine. Thanks for your concern.''
I sipped on my juice as I watched Maehara and Okano. It was pretty entertaining and most important, distracting.
Out of nowhere, arms wrapped around my neck.
''Hey Sayo,'' Karma's voice spoke near my ear. ''I'm back.''
I rubbed my ear. Karma's breath tickled.
''What did you do?'' I turned my head to see him better. ''Also... Is this going to become a habit?''
I gestured to his arms.
''Probably.'' He shrugged, as well as he could with his arms wrapped around me. ''I wanted to get some snacks, but realized then, I didn't have my money with me. Do you have something to drink? I'm thirsty.''
''Karma,'' I looked at him pointedly. ''We aren't allowed to leave the campus.''
He pouted.
''But Sayo~''
''No, buts. It's probably karma. I have given my second package to Maehara.''
''You did just not make a pun on my name, did you?'' He deadpanned.
''What? Of course-'' Wait, did I just- I facepalmed. Those puns had to stop. Really. ''Do me a favor and punch me.''
He flicked my forehead.
''You should stop asking me to do that. I'm not supposed to hurt pretty girls,'' he insisted.
''When has that ever stopped you?''
''That's not true. Those are always the ugly ones and they were in gangs.'' He turned around and I found myself missing the warmth. He was a good heater to be honest. ''Hey, Nagisa!''
The short boy stopped his conversation with Kayano.
''Yes, Karma-kun?'' He looked slightly bemused of being addressed by Karma.
''Have you ever seen me hitting a pretty girl?''
''Hmmh,'' Nagisa quietened for a moment. ''You often hit Sayori... So yes, I have seen you do that.''
''Does that mean, you think that Sayo is pretty?'' Karma grinned, actually diverting the conversation to a different topic.
''Wh-what? What does that have to do with this situation?'' Nagisa turned somewhat red.
''Well, I asked if I ever hit pretty girls.'' He stressed the word pretty.
I huffed. Really?
''A-ah, Sayori is pretty, I think...'' Nagisa's voice became quieter by every word.
''Thank you for the compliment, Nagisa,'' I took pity on him and tried to reassure the embarrassed boy. ''Now you, Karma. I get it, I won't ask you to hit me anymore. You don't need to tease Nagisa. See? The poor boy is already overheating.''
Nagisa gave me something akin to a pout, which probably should have been a glare or something like that. Cute how he was trying to be angry.
''You are thirsty, no? Here.'' I shoved Karma my juice into his hand.
''Satisfied?''
''Not really.'' He sulked, while sipping his drink.
...What the hell?
And I never found out what Maehara meant.
The whole day was actually pleasant, despite the whole studying. I had taken the chance to polish up my school knowledge and managed to cram lots of dates in my head. Japanese history was detailed, just as other countries and subdivided in different periods, in which all kinds of events happened.
In our third year we actually didn't have that much to do with history anymore, much to my relief. We were focusing on economics and also Japanese civics, as in the constitution and the legal system of Japan.
It made sense that we were studying that in the last year of our middle school, since this was the last year of compulsory education. High school and university could be attended to, but weren't obligatory. This was more of a preparation for real life, even when most of the students actually choose to attend high school.
Yes, school had been nice. The thing that had been unpleasant, had been my run-in with the chairman after school.
I had rushed back to the classroom, when I had noticed that my bag had been missing. In haste, I had forgotten to grab it. I would probably lose my head, had it not been firmly attached to my body.
Bypassing Koro-sensei and Nagisa, who were standing in front of the faculty room, I went into our classroom to look for my bag.
Ah, there was it, dangling at the hook of my desk.
I took the strap and went out again. Now, I should meet up with Karma before he got impatient. Otherwise he would whine the whole way home.
Just as I went on the hallway, I saw Nagisa and the chairman.
''Hey there!'' The chairman greeted Nagisa cheerfully. The short boy didn't say anything, he just nodded faintly. ''I'm looking forward to the midterm exams. Do your best!'' Those words were hollow and despite their content somehow discouraging. They seemed to reach their goal.
The bluenet's frame slumped. I could only see his back, but his posture told me enough. His self-confidence was gone. The only thing that remained was a measly little boy, who tried his best not to drown under the current, that seemed to have no escape.
I shook that thought off. Since when had I become so eloquent? Really...
''Nagisa!'' I shouted. Whatever was plaguing his mind now, he shouldn't dwell on that.
''H-huh? Sayori?'' Surprised, he turned around. ''Sayori, why are you still here?''
I scratched my cheek, feeling slightly sheepish.
''I kind of forgot my bag in the classroom,'' Then I moved a bit to greet the chairman. I may not be a role model student, but it was polite to do that. ''Good afternoon, sir.''
I bowed slightly.
''Good afternoon, Kitani-kun,'' He returned the greeting ''It has been a while since we have seen each other. How has class E been so far?''
Oh, he remembered my name. I didn't know whether it was bad or not. Given, I had terrorized his son a fair bit, but they didn't really seem to get along from that what I had seen. So... good?
''It was fairly... enjoyable, sir. Quite different from the main campus and the atmosphere here is calmer.'' I was a bit hesitant to give him my opinion. I was wary of him. This man before me had invented the system of class E and successfully maintained it for already quite a long time, which couldn't be easy. How the hell was he convincing the government to let students discriminate against each other?
He was charismatic, yes, but at the same time manipulative and set on letting this system go on.
''I see. Kitani-kun, would you mind accompanying me for a bit?''
His offer startled me. Should I? What did he want to talk about? I could come up with many thing, but what would a simple talk do?
''I don't mind, sir.'' I looked at Nagisa. ''Hey Nagisa, could you tell Karma I'm walking a bit with the chairman? He can go ahead.''
The boy nodded.
''Thanks.''
The chairman was already waiting for me, looking out of the window, so that I could finish my talk with Nagisa.
''Sir?''
''Yes, let's go.''
Essentially we just had to go down the mountain and then we would part ways. This would take about 10-15 minutes, so I was curious how this would go.
Asano Gakuho was for sure a handsome man, I noticed. Tall and lean body build, brown hair, light purple eyes and a seemingly kind face. He simply stood out between other men.
He looked as if he was in the end of his twenties or maybe in his early thirties, but he had to be older. His son was my physical age now, around fifteen. Since the chairman had at least study a few years at university to gain his current occupation, he couldn't have had Asano until he was at least 25 or 26. This man was most likely at the beginning of his forties, which was just shocking. There were no traces of any wrinkles and the only thing that stood out were his eye bags.
But it wasn't his looks that made him so dangerous. No, this man had invented our current school system and from what I have seen was very influential. I had researched a fair bit and found out he graduated from Harvard and had as well several qualifications beside being a teacher. Jumbo jet pilot, vegetable sommelier, even a color coordinator.
He was someone you should better be wary of and not try to piss off. It couldn't end well.
We walked silence. I had no intention of opening a conversation. Why should I when he had asked me to walk with him? Though, I wondered what he was doing here. The chairman had exited the faculty room. So he had probably talked with our teachers and in consequently to Koro-sensei too.
Now that was something I was interested in. Our weird yellow octopus of a teacher and this cunning man, who was walking beside me, meeting each other.
Actually, this man Koro-sensei's boss? Sensei would definitely talk about a salary raise. With his always lacking money for his sweets obsession-
''My son had been quite worried about you, Kitani-kun. He thinks that your talent is wasted in E-class,'' his voice interrupted my thoughts.
''Is that so?'' Cute, Asano was worried about me, but I couldn't really imagine that. Maybe the chairman was simply exaggerating. ''I appreciate his concern, but that isn't needed. Now, sir, would you please explain why you wanted to walk with me?''
It was bothering me why we were doing all of this. I was a blunt person. Straight to the point and all this small talk was unnecessary.
''Of course,'' he chuckled. ''You are such a blunt person, Kitani-kun. Though, now straight to the point. I wanted to ask you, why do you think does class E exist?''
The chairman straightened his cravat. I noticed his hand momentarily lingering on his tie clip. I frowned, but answered him anyway.
''Students, which have lacking grades or have broken the school rules. They are supposed to set an example why you shouldn't slack of in studying or do anything else against the rules, since it could cost you your future. Class E is also treated as one of the lowest, which amplifies the need for the students in the main building to maintain their grades. What leads to our school having high results in any kind of exam.''
''Excellent answer. This is right, this kind of system is necessary. People always need some kind of scapegoat, since this is simply their nature to look down on people. This system is necessary.'' He turned his gaze from the road to look into my eyes. ''Though, I wonder, Kitani-kun. Why would someone like you with a bright future in front of you, throw it away and become one of class E?''
I didn't answer him and the chairman seemed to be content to wait for my answer.
Why I did that? For Karma, of course. He was my best friend and for me this was enough to go. Why else would I attend to school, when I had already learned every single thing? The lacking information could be easily learned alone and I could stay at home after proving I was intelligent enough and didn't need any further education.
I could easily picture me doing that. The problem would be my lacking interaction with people. I tended to isolate myself from people when I had the choice. But I was drifting off.
My reason was simple. I did it for a friend. Someone, who loved me so dearly, so I would return that by staying at his side. The other more selfish reason had been to confirm that my second life was in some kind of manga plot line, which I couldn't tell him of course. I would be sent into an asylum in not time.
So I told him the least crazy reason.
''For a friend.''
''A friend? A single person is worth to you to go through this kind of hardship?'' He chuckled. ''I see. I didn't think that you were such a sentimental person, but it seems I was mistaken. But you seem to want to say something else.''
''Thank you, sir.'' I paused a bit. ''Even though you have been probably told that already before, with all due respect, sir, I don't agree with you. This school system is not needed. Even when the results are good, the end doesn't justify the means. Throwing away those students, who made mistakes is not a solution.'' I didn't believe in his methods. Maybe his intentions were good, but this system didn't help and in long-term it was quite a horrible method. Why would you teach people to look down on others? ''I do not believe that this will change anything, sir. I merely wanted to give you my opinion. I do not know where you gained this kind of belief and I will not ask you.''
His eyes looked speculative.
''Well, then. I assume you will not come back after the midterm exams.'' He didn't even question that I would get into the top 50, which was kind of flattering. ''A shame. But let's agree to disagree, Kitani-kun. I still believe, that our current system is right. As long as that is given, class E will continue.''
We had almost reached the end of our path. This conversation would be over soon.
''You seem to be content where you are now, but should that change,'' and then he smiled at me. ''You can always come back to the main building. You just have to speak with me when you do.''
I pressed my lips together, trying not to look too surprised. He was offering me the change to come back there anytime. What was he trying?
We had reached the end of the trail. The chairman would head back to the school, while I would go to the train station, which was in the opposite direction.
Taking a breath, I turned to him and bowed.
''I appreciate the offer, sir, but I won't take it. As you said, I am content where I am now.'' I looked straight at his face, which was annoying, since he was fucking tall.
''I know that,'' he said, smiling. ''But should there be any time when you want to come back the offer will be still open. Now, I must heed back. I assume this is where our path will separate. Thank you for accompanying me, Kitani-kun. I enjoyed our conversation very much.''
''It was no problem, sir. Goodbye, I wish you a pleasant evening.'' Again I bowed slightly. This was really ingrained in my mind.
''I wish you the same, Kitani-kun. Goodbye.'' With a nod the man walked away.
Finally, I released the tension in my frame. Seriously, this was too much. Why was this school so troublesome? A discriminating school system, a manipulative chairman, the son of said chairman and finally an assassination classroom, whose teacher will blow up the earth in one year.
It made no sense to me why he would want me in the main campus again. Sure, I had good grades, but in the end I made more problems than I was worth it. The school probably had to hire people to clean the mess I made with Karma.
I shook my head.
This was just like Asano's request. It didn't matter because I wouldn't go back to class A. At the beginning it was only because of Karma, but now? I liked it in class E. It was exhilarating, this whole assassination thing. Different from the boring normal and not so stuffy like everything before.
I wouldn't go back, but I still wanted to find out what the purpose was.
I should tell Karma later, maybe he could help me.
Absentmindedly, I tried to tuck my hair behind my ear, only to realize that it wasn't loose like usual. I had pulled it into a braid, how did Koro-sensei call it? Mermaid braid? I was reminded of Mermaid Melody. I was sure there was something else, but...
Whatever, it was quite pretty and my hair didn't stick in my face anymore. The hairstyle consisted of two braids, on each side one, and were pinned together at the left side of my head. Sensei's had looked prettier, but I could proudly say, mine was decent. It taken time for me to be able to look a bit longer into the mirror, but I guess it was worth it. Normally I could care less how I looked, but which girl didn't want to look pretty then and again?
Koro-sensei had even given me a description with pictures and all.
Well, now I should contact Karma and see what he thought of the chairman's offer.
Turned out that I couldn't meet Karma. He was meeting his parents outside of our district, so that meant I wasn't able to talk to him.
Well, tomorrow then.
To say, Karma wasn't in the best mood this morning was an understatement. His face was set into a permanent scowl and he wasn't really keen on talking a lot now. From what he told me, his parents basically had invited him into a fancy restaurant, only to tell him, that they were not going to be in the country at least till the end of his middle school graduation.
Which actually affected him more than he wanted to show, and that fact made him angry, which worsened his mood.
I debated with myself whether to tell him about the chairman's offer, but decided against it. Karma didn't really need anything, that could worry his mind even more. I would tell him later, hopefully.
At least class was distracting enough for Karma.
Koro-sensei had suddenly doubled his effort in teaching us, which meant more doubles. I snickered silently, nobody would ever know about my puns. As long as I didn't voice them out loud, no one could blame me for it.
Back to sensei, he went somehow even faster than before and had now even more ridiculous side effects due his speed. For example, he would change outfits when he got too messed up or change his size.
...which didn't make any sense. Why would-
No, that was not worth it. This would only confuse me more than give any results. I should check with Nagisa to see if he got more weaknesses and give him my own information.
Yeah, let's focus on the material than the masses of various costumes in front of me. That weird teacher wanted us to get into the top 50. So let's fulfill his wish.
By lunch, sensei was overheated as well as exhausted. Truly, this couldn't have ended otherwise. Why the hell would he overexert himself so much, that he was left there vulnerable. It was just asking for an assassination.
I saw Karma's expression morph into thoughtful, and then angry.
I began to gnaw on my lower lip.
I didn't like it when Karma got like this. His thoughts always became more violent and mostly ended up in bad situations. And I was worried about him and he wouldn't let me. This stubborn ass.
''Karma, let's kill him,'' I said. ''I don't want to study anymore~''
At least I could distract him, even when he didn't want to talk about it.
''Cute,'' he smirked. ''I guess if you really don't want to... Let's take the chance.''
But before we could even fire any bullets or in my case throw knives, since I still wasn't very good at shooting, we were stopped – tentacles snatching our weapons away.
''Sayori-kun, Karma-kun. Please don't try to assassinate me during the exam time. This is an important part of your education!'' Our teacher scolded us somewhat heatedly, despite more or less fatigued state.
The rather arrogant thought went through my mind, that I could actually do fine without his coaching, but didn't voice it out loud. It was unfair towards sensei, who put so much effort in teaching us. Sharing a look with Karma, he was thinking something along the lines. We stayed silent during the whole exchange, then turned to our teacher.
''Sorry, sensei. We didn't think of that,'' I said rather sheepishly.
Because he was right. There was an actual chance that we wouldn't manage to kill him and other assassins would try. Should anyone succeed, our class would be left just like before. And saying, we were better off trying to kill him, was like stepping into a pitfall.
By neglecting our studying, we would be tossing our future away.
But not everyone was so farsighted. I could see the allure of simply doing assassination, especially when everything else seemed even more hopeless. I wasn't above that. No, I would love to stop studying now after this exhausting lesson.
Something flashed before my eyes. A... sports ground? I blinked the image away. I hated that, sometimes out of nowhere some kind of pictures would appear. Simply out of content.
I shook my head. I should concentrate on the lessons. Fortunately, I had already gone through the
whole process of school and shit. For the others, it was harder. I was still slightly annoyed that Karma's thoughts seemed to have taken another turn again. Now I felt like I was actually overbearing. He wasn't a kid anymore and could control his impulses.
''Now, sensei. Don't be so hard on them,'' Mimura tried to calm down sensei. ''You know, we'd be better off trying to kill you than studying.''
''Yeah.'' Various voices agreed. A crowd had formed in front of sensei. This was quite discouraging, so many didn't want to study.
Yes, it was nice of Mimura try to defend us, but... that wasn't an exactly sound reasoning and you actually shouldn't tell your teacher all his efforts are for naught.
I watched the conversation with reservation. It wasn't my place to butt in. I was just their classmate, not even particularly close to any of them.
''We're the E-as-in-end-class, y'know?''
''And we kinda-''
''-Have a better chance of assassinating you than doing well in tests.''
I grimaced, that had been definitely the wrong thing to say. But they were kids and still had to learn to grow. This was just another lesson going to be delivered. They had just fallen into this trap and sensei would pull them out.
This had been a story of a manga, so did Koro-sensei give the whole class life lessons? The whole time? I felt as if I was getting every day some lecture from him. What had been interesting in that again?
Probably assassination and watching characters grow.
''As you are now, you aren't qualified to be assassins.'' The big X caught my attention. I suppressed a sight. Getting lectured wounded my pride. ''Come out to the schoolyard. And please call Karasuma-sensei and Irina-sensei too.'' Just like that our teacher vanished.
A heavy silence covered the room. At least they realized they had made a mistake, that was good. Maybe-
''What's up with Koro-sensei all of sudden?''
''Who knows... His mood abruptly shifted for worse.''
...Maybe not.
Despite all, we went outside. Karma leaned on a tree, a distance between him and the others. Without a second thought I walked to him.
I blocked out sensei speech as much as I was able too. Sure, I appreciated his efforts in teaching and lecturing his students was his right. Just I was a grown woman in mind. I saw my faults when I was confronted with them, and I didn't do anything wrong here. My pride worked against his will to let us grow.
Wind began to wipe against my face and let my clothes fly. I squinted my eyes to look at the scene before me. A giant tornado was suddenly in the middle of our backyard, seemingly with Koro-sensei as its cause in the center.
Once again I was reminded by the fact, that our teacher was going to destroy the earth. If he could simply summon a tornado just by his speed, I was curious what else he could do. At the same time, I was afraid of that immense power that he possessed. He could wipe off every single creature on earth.
And then I felt shame.
I was ashamed that I couldn't fully trust that teacher in front of us. I was ashamed because I was afraid of him. He was just a person like us with his likes, dislikes and dreams. It was normal that human minds were afraid of the unknown, but I didn't want to be afraid of him. Yes, he would probably destroy the earth one day if we didn't stop him. And sometimes he seemed to be so invincible.
Was I damned to die young?
(You didn't even deserve the second time.)
The first sign of insanity is talking to yourself, I thought.
I clutched my head.
I was a mess today. Those morbid thought were coming up in my head. No, manga or not, we could kill him. Drowning in despair wasn't an option. I just focused in time to hear sensei's encouraging words.
''Wield that weapon with confidence, successfully complete this mission, smile without embarrassment, and hold your head high.'' His word echoed in my head. ''As assassins and as members of class E.''
His word fit to my thoughts, but I didn't have a clue what he was talking about. So I just leaned my head back and stared into the sky.
Every single cloud that had been there before had vanished.
Well... Hi? Haha, it had been a while I guess. I had some kind of writer's block, so this chapter came out a bit later. But I guess it's actually my usual update time. It feels so much longer. I'm still not very satisfied with this chapter, but meh, I can't come up anything better.
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My teacher locked me up in my classroom. Now, I look back and think. WTF?! My friends luckily rescued me.
Thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, fav'd and followed this fic. I'm so happy that so many people read and like this story. *offers cookie*
Anyone who reviewed can take two. Thank you for your kind words.
ArmorLady - No problem, I can see your point. I tried to include more of her knowledge in this chapter, but I'm planning for it to play a part later on. It has been a while since Sayo read AC after all.
I'm kind of lazy in responding. Sorry, but still I'll try just for you.
Wish you a nice day.
-Yuki