Korosensei sighed contentedly, holding the dandelion he plucked from the side lf the field. "Shouts resounding across the sports grounds on a sunny afternoon. How peaceful." All around him, loud shouts filled the air. "Or it would be, if the students didn't have weapons…"

Karasuma was surprisingly still in his suit, but he had gone without his blazer. His sharp gaze flickered over the students before him, scrutinizing their every move. "Swing your knives through eight strikes without hesitation!" Karasuma commanded, pointing out another of their mistakes. "Hesitation won't do you any good! No matter how you stand, don't lose your balance!"

"I told you to go somewhere else during his time. From today onwards, I am in charge of P.E." Karasuma turned to Korosensei, narrowing his eyes at the gym uniform the octopus was wearing. "Even if I drive you away, it won't do any good, will it. Go play in that sandbox over there, at least."

Much to everyone's surprise, Korosensei obediently headed over to the long jump pit without a single fuss. It's that easy? With tears streaming down his face, he avowed while piling some sand into a heap, "You're cruel, Karasuma-sa—Karasuma-sensei. My gym class is popular with the students too."

Sugaya sighed, shaking his head. "Don't lie, Korosensei. Your physical ability is far too different from ours. I mean, the last time you tried to make us jump from side to side while playing cat's cradle at the same time."

"It was to teach you the basics of visual duplication!" Korosensei defended.

"We can't do that!" the students roared angrily.

Nakamura piped up, "This really goes beyond a different dimension, huh…"

Sugino sighed, "Man, I want to be taught by a human P.E. teacher." He longed to play some normal sports like baseball at this time. Even so, he did not deny the fact that the knifework lessons might be able to help him with his swings in the future, so he wasn't totally against it.

Either way, Korosensei still glumly retreated to the sandbox. Sugino's words were the final straw and further proved that the eccentricity's P.E. lessons weren't as welcomed as he had assumed.

Karasuma inwardly sighed, glad that the fiasco was over with. "We finally succeeded in driving the target away. Let's continue class."

Kimura glanced about, suddenly taking note of the people around him. "By the way, where is Takihara-san?"

Touka took a good look around, and sure enough the silent girl was nowhere among them. "I guess she's skipping as usual…"

Isogai frowned, slightly awed at how easily she got away with that. Even before Korosensei's 'Non-Human P.E. Lessons', he had seen Takihara Izumi in her gym clothes and standing in the field with them only once. "Again?"

"Hey, Karasuma-sensei," Okajima started. "Aren't you going to do something about that?"

Karasuma pursed his lips, in thought. Truthfully, he was annoyed at how that girl didn't even bother showing up during P.E. Even so, he couldn't really force her to join them—Karasuma had tried, but Izumi had given him a very solid and detailed reason on why she had to be excused from class.

He couldn't exactly bring this matter up to the Chairman either. That manipulative man would most probably be neutral on this matter, seeing how the contract signed between him and the government clearly stated that the students' studies would always be prioritized before assassination.

If Izumi was using that period to loiter about, Karasuma might have had a slight chance. Unfortunately, she had used that time to study and finish her homework. All the more reason for the Chairman not to force her to partake in the lessons.

Karasuma shut his eyes and exhaled, "I'm afraid I can't really force her to join us."

"But Karasuma-sensei, is there a reason for this sort of practice?" Maehara questioned, casting doubtful looks at the knife in his hand. "I mean, Takihara definitely had a reason to skip P.E. Maybe that reason is because there isn't much of a use for all this."

Although Karasuma remained silent, they could see his jaw clench tightly. This was exactly why Takihara Izumi's skipping irritated him. He knew how powerful the actions of one man could be, which in his experience was catastrophic if it made the entire platoon start to question their commander's orders and decisions.

In their case, Takihara Izumi's reluctance towards assassination might just cost them the entire mission, and possibly Earth itself.


Glancing out to the field, Izumi saw everyone slowly making their way back to the building. P.E. must be over. She paused the track on her Mp3, stuffing her earphones into her pocket. Then she proceeded to stretch her body, yawning a little.

Having finished her homework sooner than expected, Izumi grew bored quickly despite having her songs. She decided to watch the class carry out their P.E. lessons, this time under the guidance of a combat instructor who had proper credentials. Unlike their homeroom teacher who presented nearly inhuman activitues.

Frankly, she had expected Karasuma to start off with a little of unarmed combat. Given, it didn't exactly come as much of a surprise either that he had decided to teach the class basic knife work first. After all, the blades crafted from anti-sensei material was one of their provided weapons.

After watching the class practice the same movements for so long, Izumi wouldn't be surprised if she herself knew the new techniques. Though, she wasn't going to assume much, seeing how theory and application were completely different things. She was aware of her own abilities, and even more aware that it wasn't wise to get cocky.

The myriad of voices grew louder, snippets of conversation now more audible. It was nearly time for next period. Izumi sighed as she recalled the not-so-subtly foreshadowed quiz by Korosensei. She turned, about to head back to the classroom first when she realized there were footsteps from the opposite direction.

Someone else is here? Impossible, Izumi had watched everyone leave the building for P.E. Which could only mean that this person was not originally from this building, and most likely from the main building. Question was, who was this person who was willing to trek all the way up to this isolated place?

Hesitating, Izumi paused. It was nothing. Right? All of a sudden, she herself wasn't too sure. And she didn't like being unsure, it made her restless.

Izumi had just about managed to convince herself to move when a figure rounded the corner. This resulted in a weak collision, both parties stumbling backwards a little.

She locked eyes with the unfamiliar boy, and he stared back at her. His red hair was tousled gently by the morning breeze which drifted in from the open windows. His almost-golden eyes gleamed, catching the dim light. They narrowed the slightest, before his lips curled into a playful smile.

"Sorry, my bad!" he greeted jovially. He then bypassed Izumi, but she felt that he was too close. So close, that she could actually feel the fabric of his black cardigan brush against the back of her hand.

Izumi turned around to watch him leave, slightly taken aback from the whole encounter. Her lips were parted, fully-expecting words to come out but none did. The only thing she could do was watch his retreating back as he hummed a small tune, the light notes filling the otherwise quiet building.

He seemed strangely familiar, and it infuriated her that she couldn't exactly place her finger on it. A boy with such presence was practically unforgettable, what more with his hair and clearly irregular uniform. Even so, that wasn't the actual reason Izumi did a double-take.

It was the startling lifelessness in his eyes which she couldn't bring herself to look away from.


As they slowly walked back to the building, Sugino sighed resignedly. "There's a quiz at 6, huh?"

Nagisa laughed. "Well, you're the one who wanted gym to end." As he listened to his classmate rant about how yesterday's lesson had not actually entered his brain in any way, Nagisa caught sight of a figure in front of the building.

He turned, his expression shifting to surprise when he got a better look at the person. "Karma-kun…" Nagisa said. "You've returned."

Karma looked no different from how he remembered, standing tall and proud as always. Despite the innocent-looking juice box in his hand, his dominating presence did not diminish the slightest. The usual light smirk with a taunting edge was present, but was quickly wiped away with a grin. "Yo, Nagisa-kun. It's been a while."

Nagisa couldn't ignore the warning flags raised in his mind. The grin looked cheerful and was clearly meant to be friendly, but he could tell from Karma's eyes that his smile did not mean that. Whatever his former classmate had in mind, making friends definitely wasn't one of them.

Karma's bronze eyes widened, his lips curving to form a perfect 'o'. "Woah, that's the Korosensei I've heard about?" Everyone's heads turned to watch as Karma excitedly hurried up to their homeroom teacher. "Amazing, he really does look like an octopus," Karma exclaimed, eyeing Korosensei.

Korosensei seemed slightly taken aback by that, but not for long. "You would be… Akabane Karma-kun, right? I'd heard your suspension ended today." His face materialized into a shade of purple as he continued in a reprimanding tone, "You really shouldn't be late on your first day."

Looking perfectly at ease, Karma merely chuckled apologetically. "I've gotta get back into the rhythm of school life. It'll be more relaxed if you use my first name," he suggested, holding out his hand. "Anyway, it's nice to meet you, sensei!"

Korosensei nodded and took the outstretched hand. "Same here. Let's have a fun and interesting year."

Then it happened.

The very tentacle in Karma's hand crumbled like tofu, turning into molten goo. Karma flexed his other wrist, dropping the anti-sensei knife hidden up his sleeve right into his palm. He swiftly slashed at the disintegrated tentacle, but as predicted Korosensei had already put quite a distance between them by then.

The class was deathly silent, even Karasuma himself was speechless. It didn't matter that the teacher was still alive, what mattered was that he was successfully wounded, and by a student no less. It was proof that their goal wasn't as farfetched as originally thought. Killing Korosensei was possible.

Karma didn't seem too fazed either, a taunting smile on his face. "Huh. You really are fast, and these knives really do work against you." He turned his hand over, revealing the thin strips of green streaking his otherwise pale skin. "I tried cutting one into smaller pieces and sticking them to my hand," he explained.

The mockery was clear in Karma's words as he continued, "But… You know, sensei, to be deceived by such a simple trick..." Sticking his hands in his pockets, Karma strode towards Korosensei. Slowly, confidently; like a panther stalking its prey. "And on top of that, to jump that far back, aren't you a bit too frightened?"

Karma hitched an eyebrow, otherwise showing little to no reaction as Korosensei's tentacle regenerated. "I've heard that you're called Korosensei because you're unkillable, but what's thiiiiis?" He leaned in suddenly, revelling in the fact that the sudden action too caused the octopus to flinch a little.

"Sensei," Karma drawled with feigned amicability, "could it be that you're actually an easy mark?" Korosensei's expression remained unchanged, giving no hint as to what his thoughts were. Throwing a smirk as an outright challenge to the teacher, Karma turned on his heels and walked away.

"Nagisa," Kayano piped up from beside the awe-stricken him, "I'm new to Class E so I don't know him, but what sort of person is Karma-kun?"

Nagisa hesitated before answering, "Well, we were in the same class for our 1st and 2nd years, but when we were 2nd years, he was suspended for committing one act of violence after another. They put students like that in Class E too."

The class watched as Karma strode away, twirling his knife a few times before pocketing it. Low murmurs from other students' conversations surrounded them. "But…" Nagisa continued, "With the current situation, he might just be an honor student."

Kayano blinked in surprise at those words. "What do you mean?"

Nagisa pursed his lips, recalling just how dangerous that boy could be. "If dangerous weapons and the like are the foundation of sneak attacks, then Karma-kun will probably excel at that."

All eyes were still trained on him, not that Karma particularly minded. He lifted his gaze, meeting the penetrating gaze from a particular pair of hazel eyes. Karma tossed another one his smirks in that direction, and was delighted to see those eyes narrow dangerously before turning away.

She had definitely seen him, he knew that much.


Vibrations coursed through the tabletop. The cellphone's screen lit up, dispelling the darkness of the room. The person clumsily reached for his phone, squinting at the sudden brightness. He read the new text message's contents, and reread it in confusion.

Give me everything you know on Akabane Karma.


A/N: Ahhh, I finally got this chapter done with T^T. Sorry for taking such a long time, freaking exams are the bane of my existence. I know some of you (okay, one of you) said that you would like Izumi to interact more with Nagisa. Um... Sorry for not making her do that in this chapter T^T. On the side note, now that AssClass has finally ended, I can really focus on plotting out this story. It's still sad to see such a great series come to an end, though T^T

Apologize for using so many crying emojis, I think I have an affinity for them as of late. You know the drill, leave comments, and have a nice day. Or night. (I don't know, it's like midnight here, so... morning I guess?)