Hello everyone. Been quite a while. Hope you're all doing well. Just a short update, to replace the old Chapter 6. That one was an improvisation I wrote and it was horrible. I actually had half of this finished almost a year ago. I wrote the rest just today, so the quality ain't great, but it's a start to my return. I also have to focus on school, and I'm writing for now too, so my attention is going to be split. Damn Covid making school stupidly complicated. Enjoy.

Karasuma's eye twitched. His eyes habitually scanned the classroom as he entered, covering almost the entire area in less than a second, and processed all of that information. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until his eyes saw the blue eyes and hair. For a second he paused. Then his hand was on his gun, and was about to draw when Koro Sensei intervened. A rush of air followed a blur of yellow, and Karasuma's hand was grabbed by a slimy yellow tentacle. Karasuma almost counterattacked before he realized who it was. "Uh uh uh, Karasuma-san. No live rounds in this classroom."

Everyone was taken aback, and some even jumped out of their chairs. Nagisa, who was clearly the target of this aggression, merely looked puzzled, and added a bit of fear in his expression, giving off an aura of innocence. Karasuma, unaffected, remembered that shooting a middle school student out of nothing but suspicion was stupid and completely unwarranted. He would have to bide his time, and wait to strike. Doubt attacked his mind since he could not see the second deadliest assassin in the figure of that child. But Tadaomi was sure he saw Nagisa yesterday. He was sure that Nagisa was the Blue Viper. One does not almost get killed and forget the face who did it, especially if that face belonged to Blue Viper. Proving it, however, would prove to be a lot more difficult than simply putting 2 and 2 together.

Then he got it. He was here because he was chosen to be the physical education teacher. And by physical education, he meant he would teach the children how to be a good soldier, and how to kill; or rather, how to become assassins. Karasuma had his plan then. He would try to get Nagisa to show himself as the Blue Viper. Showing nothing on his face, Karasuma started to walk to the front of the class when he realized a problem he had not considered in his split second of planning. Nagisa was very good at acting. If he assaulted him, Nagisa could feign a lack of experience.

In fact, Nagisa already knew that Karasuma was sure he was the Blue Viper. It was the gleam in his eyes and his quick draw reaction towards Nagisa's face that confirmed it. Blue Viper was yelling at himself on the inside, cursing at Nagisa for failing a mission, for failing to eliminate witnesses, and for failing Reaper-Sensei. If only he was a little bit quicker. As Nagisa stared at the new arrival that brought them the alien only a while before, Blue Viper was planning how exactly to eliminate this threat.

As Nagisa went about with his own train of thought, Karasuma too was deep in thought, not noticing the stares he got. "Karasuma? Karasuma?"

"Hm? What?" Karasuma asked, shaking himself out of his reverie.

"Are you going to be introducing yourself to the class, hm?" Koro Sensei asked.

"Right. Of course. Forgive me," Karasuma replied.

With sharp precision and grace, Karasuma did a 90 degree heel turn towards the class and straightened his back, flashing his aura of authority and respect. Students sat up straighter and tried to pay more attention, though some still remained indifferent. Their life was already in the dumps in real life, and now they were tasked with killing a real life alien. They just didn't really care anymore. "As you know, I'm Karasuma. I will be your new gym teacher."

"Gym? Why are you the Gym teacher?"

Gym was different from anything the kids had ever experienced before, and it showed as the kids became exhausted almost immediately. Military training was not what most kids experience or think of when they talk about Gym class, and yet here they were, doing things that even those many years older than them would have trouble with. But it was necessary. Assassination was a skill of precision and power. If you wanted to kill someone, a weapon isn't the only thing that matters. Your skill isn't the only thing that matters. Your body does too. Of course, this grueling physical activity would later be rewarded with arms training and CQC, but for now, the kids just had to deal with the dust and sweat, listening to the beat of their heart along with Koro Sensei's never ending cheers.

The kids had varying degrees of emotion towards this task. On one hand, they were learning 'cool' things that others only dreamed of. They would get a 10 million yen reward. They met a real life alien. Their lives weren't that good anyways. On the other, they were learning to kill people in school, and were tasked with saving humanity without ever getting acknowledged. Still, it was the better option. And so they continued.

Karasuma looked around with slight approval, tried to knife Koro Sensei, and continued on teaching the class.

Karasuma was in his office, the muted sounds of gunfire coming from a few rooms over. He was contemplating whether to go through with the phone call or not. He heard that there were plans to bring in another assassin to help Class 3-E with their mission. It made sense, since they were children, but Karasuma was initially against such a decision. However, knowing that there were not one, but two dangerous beings in the same class, Karasuma thought that maybe backup was just what he needed.

Splitting his focus between an assassin for hire and a straight up alien did not seem like the best plan. Plus, the kids needed an English teacher as well, and Irina was fluent. Karasuma paused in his plans to reveal the Blue Viper, and smiled to himself. What exactly were they doing- letting a bunch of children do their jobs. They had no choice, of course, since that was what Koro Sensei demanded, but Karasuma did not feel good. The kids did warm up to Koro Sensei rather quickly due to his eccentricity. Perhaps that would help them, or make it even harder for the kids to kill him.

Thus is life.