DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANSATSU KYOUSHITSU IN ANY WAY. IT BELONGS TO THE AWESOME MATSUI YUUSEI.

Execute

"Now that I take a closer look at him, he really is what many could call a superhuman. That aura of bloodlust and want to fight is wrapped around him like a cloak. Seems like he's suppressing it with an impressive amount of control. Really, those kids don't know how lucky they are to get him as a PE teacher. Moreover, if he wants to stand up when I attack, his chair will be blocked by the broken floor plank allowing me to strike." Cloaking his presence, the assassin assessed his target through a small gap in the door. Karasuma-sensei was at his desk typing away on the laptop. His total focus was directed at the screen in front of him and had not noticed the assassin outside.

Lovro gave one last tug on his leather gloves and gripped the training knife that was in his right hand even tighter. "Now!" Flinging open the door, causing it to slam against the wall loudly before vaulting over the desks and chairs, knife brought back for a lethal swing at Karasuma's direction.

"What!?" Startled, Karasuma quickly tired to stand up only to find that his chair was lodged in a broken plank of wood, thus preventing any further movements. "Damn it!"

"Your mine!" That was Lovro's last thought before swinging the knife at Karasuma's jugular. However, before it could make contact with skin, his wrist was clasped in an iron grip and slammed into the table below, knocking the knife onto the floor below. Lovro looked up just in time to see a demonic smile on Karasuma's face before he felt a sudden gust of wind at the side of his head.

"What…?" Risking a peek, the trained assassin saw a raised up leg, the knee inches away from bashing into his temple that will without a doubt knock him out. "This is totally out of my calculations. I didn't expect him to have such a monstrous reaction time. And the force behind the attack even caused my hair to part without contact being made."

Karasuma had pivoted on his right heel so as to be able to bring up his left knee to Lovro's head.

While all that had taken place, Irina who was sitting opposite to Karasuma had just sat there watching, dumbfouned on what had taken place in front of her. "If Master was unable to succeed, then how am I supposed to land a simple hit against that monster?"

"I think what you may have forgotten," bending down to retrieve the fallen knife, but his voice loud and clear. "Is that while you may have been an ex-pro at assassination many years ago, I have only just recently taken a break from the Special Forces." Karasuma brought up the knife and pointed it at Lovro and Irina. "So if you continue underestimating me, you'll end up with larger injuries than a broken wrist," motioning to Lovro who was cradling his broken wrist to his chest. "Or even perhaps dead, in the scenario that I'm unable to restrain myself." At this point, another dangerous smile had yet again surface onto Karasuma's face.

"HE'S TO POWERFUL" Bitch-sensei was inwardly shouting and crying rivers. All her plans that she had come up with had just been demolished at the front row seats for Karasuma's prowess. Poof, all the plans she made are now up in smoke.

Gone

Useless

Not paying any attention to Irina and Lovro, Karasuma walked out of the office with his laptop safely tucked under his arm. Once he left, Lovro turned to face Irina.

"Even I'm unable to take him down. What chance do you have? So I'm telling to stop this foolishness and give up now." Satisfied with the message delivered, the beaten assassin too left the room without waiting for Irina's reply, leaving her the sole person in the office.

"Don't give up! You can still do it! After all, you're the language teacher here in the E-class." Irina whirled around only to see the octopus dressed up in a bright red and white cheerleading uniform and waving pom-poms in the air.

"Even if you saw that, what can I possibly do? I can't-" However in mid rant, the frustrated blonde trailed off, before grabbing her handbag and rushing out of the door.

"Tell Karasuma and Master that I going out for lunch!" Her voice rang out, leaving Koro-sensei to pass on the message.

"Only two more hours until school ends for today huh? And it seems as though Irina has already given up." Karasuma leaned against a tree with his right knee drawn up, resting his arm on it. Before he closed his eyes for a short nap, the top of a blonde head appeared in his field sight.

The edges of his mouth curled up in amusement. A low, dark chuckle escaped from him.

"Looks like she hasn't given up yet. Come, show me what this environment has allowed you to come up with."

However, once Bitch-sensei neared, all expressions faded from his face.

"Seduction techniques will not work on me. You should have learned by now Irina." Disappointment could be heard.

The language teacher stood in front of him, a determined expression clearly seen.

"Just continue sitting there and be a good victim." Declaring in a haughty voice that only she could pull off, before strutting past him while shrugging off her jacket.

Karasuma raised an eyebrow at her declaration before deciding that it would be better to just start on that nap that he needed.

That was the plan until it was so rudely interrupted.

By a piano wire fastened around his ankle that yanked his lower half into mid-air until it was abruptly dropped causing him to fall back onto the grass.

"What the-" In a split second, the ministry official was straddled by an out of breath Irnia.

A big smile spread on her face before she stabbed down the anti-sensei knife in her hand.

"He's mine!"

A perfectly executed move if used on anyone else.

However the target of the move this time was not just anyone.

It was a monster in human flesh.

Both of Irina's wrists were grabbed in a single hand that belonged to said monster.

Karasuma-sensei.

Despite that, the heaving blonde continued to persist and press against the iron hold.

While she struggled, Karasuma took a look at her expression before letting go, letting the knife bounce harmlessly off his chest.

"You win"

Bitch-sensei let her collapse onto the grass below, not wasting a moment to take out her handphone, dialing a number and brought it up to her ear.

"Master, I won so I'm going to continue on with the assignment." Then closing it and threw it into her sports bad that was nearby.

Though she didn't notice that the students had gathered at the window of the classroom and had watched the entire thing.

"That was awesome."

"So that's how a pro does it. We got lots to learn."

"Looks like Bitch-sensei does have some skills other than kissing."

The students chatter reached the ear of the assassin on the floor but she was too tired to yell back at them.

"Let them talk for now. I'll just give them extra homework later on."

Though having already walked away, Karasuma still heard all of the children.

"Grow. Keep on growing all of you. I can't wait until all of you will be able to have a proper spar against me."

But his path was blocked when he saw the blue haired child standing in front him with his long hair tied up in a high ponytail.

"A beautiful performance by Bitch-sensei don't you think? Though I would to see you when you go all out."

Ignoring the question, Karasuma asked a question of his own.

"Would it be considered stepping over the line if I asked who you're target is this time?"

Blank eyes stared at him before closing, a closed eyed smile forming on his feminine face. A smile that caused Karasuma to freeze up.

"Let's just say that since I'm now in this town, I will take the opportunity to erase an insufferable woman off the face of this Earth. Though someone has asked me to kill her."

Flowing right past him like a ghost, Nagisa halted, only to whisper in his ear.

"Don't over think about it. You'll tire yourself out, Karasuma-sensei." The child drawled out the teacher's name slowly, his warm breath brushed the tip of his ear before disappearing, leaving a cold chill behind.

Finally having regained his ability to move, the assistant teacher turned around only to see trees, a hint of blue hair not in sight.

Meanwhile, owner of the blue hair was standing outside of an ordinary looking house. Inside a stern looking lady was busy preparing dinner, unaware of the piercing blue eyes observing her every move.

The Shadow watched his ignorant prey.

A prey that just so happened to be the last tie to his buried past.

A tie that is soon going to be severed.

AN: MY LONGEST CHAPTER YET. SO WHO CAN GUESS WHO THE NEW PREY IS? REVIEWS PLEASE. PERHAPS WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE INCLUDED INTO THE NEXT CHAPTER?