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Chapter 3: Confidence

Lunch were over and they were told to gather in front of a fortress-looking gate. Class E were told that it was a practice ground and would be used for the final practical. In front of their class stood Mr. Karasuma, the pro hero, Eraserhead who had a rat or rabbit or dog—honestly, no one knew exactly what—chimera on his shoulder.

The white chimera offered a smile, its black beady eyes roaming to each and everyone of them.

"Hello students! I'm the principal of UA!" The chimera introduced which earned a few curious frowns to a number of them. No one said anything else though, so after a pause, he continued. "This part of the practical, is one that your bunch are familiar with. It's different with the Entrance Exam's robots, but the faculty and myself is curious to see your skills." He gave another pause, letting his words sink in to them. "Mr. Karasuma here have agreed with this type of practical, to test your most practiced skillset—assassination."

There was an audible gasp from the few of their class. So they are going to test our assassination skills? Rinka Hayami pondered, confused and curious. She kind of figured that the school would test their skills, but in the prospect of assassination, it surprised her. And she believes that maybe a few of her other classmates too. So they knew about the assassination?

"You see, students..." the chimera started again, seeing the shocked faces of their class and effectively silencing the murmurs of 'They knew of the assassination?' and 'I thought it was a government secret?'

"...I have been briefed about your circumstances, as grounds for the recommendation. I must say, I am impressed with your astonishing feat. Thankful for your service to humankind, saving the world from that villain." A number of their class visibly flinched at the implication that Korosensei's a villain and a threat. Well, he was, but the class had then came into an agreement that he wasn't.

It stung, the fact that after their efforts to save him, they would still need to kill him. However, everyone of them understood, it only felt right. If he would be done in by the government, being assassinated by their own class before the others could snatch it was the least they could do for their teacher. Because that's their bond, assassins and target. They respected it, and they took pride in it.

Korosensei was the best teacher they ever had. He gave them a lot of things, a purpose. A chance.

Hayami was thankful for that chance—for this chance, only possible for her after graduating the assassination classroom.

Because Hayami had had dreams of becoming a hero, ever since she was a little girl. But, her mother is a business woman who believes that Rinka Hayami should follow with those footsteps too. Her quirk was a little weak, and she never had the chance to train herself to get stronger, to be a hero; because all her mother ever wanted was for her to just study. Eventually, she met her breaking point, Hayami wasn't able to keep up anymore and was shunned to the End Class.

"What are these grades for, Rinka? This is unacceptable! You're such a failure!"

Because she was tired. She was accepting her tragic fate then; when a Yellow Octopus came to their classroom. Declaring that he was the one responsible for the explosion of the moon, was planning to do the same to their planet; and they were given the tasked to kill him.

She had had a goal then, together with the rest of the class. They were assassins. She's an assassin, and her target was her teacher.

Then suddenly, all is gone again.

The mission was accomplished.

They graduated, their target was killed.

For long fleeting days, Hayami felt lost again. Despite actually being able to get in to a High School to secure her future, she still felt so damnably lost.

It was then she decided to try and consult one of Korosensei's last gifts—just two days after their graduation—his humongous advice book. She had thought she wouldn't be able to find anything, but she immediately realized then that that won't be the case. For immediately, in the first few pages of the advice book wrote: "So, Hayami, you want to be a hero?"

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After settling from their initial shocks, Karasuma watched his former students' faces turn blank, slowly concealing their emotions. For a moment, there's a slight tug of concern in the back of Karasuma's mind. Something is bothering the students somehow. What had he missed?

Then the rule for the practical was explained by Eraserhead. "The goal was for you to assassinate one of us. Four pro heroes, and Mr. Karasuma will be scattered within this fake city. And you will enter in groups of five. Like I said, the goal was to 'assassinate' one of us and then escape back to this entrance. You lose if you were caught, captured and brought to this starting point despite being successful on the assassination or before. Clear?"

There was a chorus of, "Yes, sir!" that if ever surprised the scruff hero, he didn't show.

After a few moments though, Isogai had raised a question. "But, sir, weren't the odds be against us? You're pros! Your whole life of training and experience versus a full school year of ours?"

There was a slight twitch from Eraserhead's stance and a brief flicker of annoyance on the Principal's eyes, but it flashed very fast and was very subtle. If Karasuma hadn't been standing beside them, he might have missed it.

"Yes, we considered that." Eraserhead drawled with nonchalance, before motioning his hands as if calling someone. On cue, Cementoss came and dropped a metal box in front of them with a loud thud. He opened it to show everyone various metal cuffs that obviously serve as some sort of weights. Eraserhead gestured to it and continued to explain. "We will be wearing one on each of our wrists and ankles, effectively weighing us down by half of our own weights. It would be enough as a handicap."

The class seemed to be satisfied with the prospect, a few of them eliciting satisfied and understanding nods.

"Now," Karasuma started, ignoring his brief curiosity to the Principal and Aizawa's odd reactions, it served as cue for Cementoss to come back with Present Mic, each of them carrying familiar boxers brimming with the familiar assassination classroom weapons. Rifles, handguns, paint-pellets, and paint coated rubber knives. "Pick your ammo, before we start."

Karasuma had been watching the lot of them for a whole year. Despite being trained assassins able to control and use their own bloodlust to their advantage, the sight of the familiar weapons obviously gave a heavy shift in the air around them.

And the pro-heroes obviously noticed too. From the way their shoulders and stances tensed even just a little bit, Karasuma knew that the pros were wary.

Of course, the tension replicated one of bloodlust, although minimal. It was enough to send people on edge.

Karasuma was used to it. It catches him off guard at times, and he's vaguely aware of the dangers that this young assassins possessed. However, it did not deter a proud smile from gracing his features, and he met the eyes of a few of them, who smiled back and visibly relaxed.

Pride and determination shining through their eyes. Confidence.

Briefly, Karasuma remembered his words he spoke to Nagisa about the class. "If I ever have a hard time, I'd trust you without hesitation. I can count on you." He trusted them then, when the government launched their final assassination plan, and he still would. Always.

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