The firings seized once the roll call ended.

There was one person absent, and also… another person, or an AI to be specific. Korosensei tried to turn the machinery on, however, Itona stopped him and said he's going to try fixing it by himself- challenge himself, to be exact. Korosensei approved of this. Homeroom period was just 25 minutes long in Class 3-E, and can be extended if needed. So he decided that the four should tell something about themselves. He told them to stand in front of the class again in the same positions previously, much to Tokaku's and Isuke's annoyance. The teacher asked for any volunteers. Haruki raised a hand eagerly. And then she began.

The students discovered little information about the four girls in front of them. Haruki loves to eat snacks and is pretty fashionable for someone who calls herself a tomboyish girl. The weapon she preferred to use is a garrote wire, since they can be useful during stealth missions. They discovered that Suzu has a Highlander's Syndrome, which prevents her from aging physically. Even so, for someone so old that she survived through two world wars, she looked like a girl about to enter high school. She said she loves physical activities, so that won't be a problem in Class 3-E. Isuke… well, she's obviously a narcissist and a sadist. No need to tell that out loud. But she did say her age, which wasn't too much of a surprise. She said she was 19 years old, but judging by her height, she looked younger- only with a more mature body. If she had no heeled boots then Megu is probably taller than her. And lastly, it was Tokaku's turn. Tokaku only told them the meaning of her first name, and nothing else. That is, until the male class representative spoke.

"Do you happen to be a part of the Azuma of the East?"

It was a harmless question, and the girl could tell he was just curious. But that didn't stop her from feeling disgruntled. "Yes, I am. In fact, I am the heir and the only one left of the clan."

"What's the Azuma of the East?" she heard Kimura whisper to Kurahashi, but the latter shrugged, clueless as well. She ignored them.

"The Azuma Clan is a famous assassination clan here in Japan," Korosensei shared this fact, which prompted students to chatter all around.

"Alright girls, Thank you for sharing!" Korosensei thanked happily. "Now, go back to your seats. You still have seven minutes left before the first period. So-!" his figure quickly appeared by the open window, his face turning back into a normal one. "I will have my breakfast first at Belgium. They serve the most delicious waffles there. See you later!" Not even finishing the last sentence and he's already in the air, leaving the classroom with a boom.

"I hate it when he does that," Kataoka murmured from her seat before being seconded by the students sitting near the windows. Soon, the students began talking; some took out assignments that should've been made at home; others quiet in their seats.

Tokaku went back to her seat, and due to the aura she's omitting, nobody tried to approach her. It wasn't out of rudeness, but because they thought maybe she wanted it like that. Haruki was surrounded by the girls, talking excitedly to the new students. Haruki clicked with them instantly and began talking back to them. Isuke went outside of the classroom, phone in hand. Suzu decided to approach Megu.

"What's the first period?" Suzu questions the female class representative.

Megu turns to the new girl. "It's Ethics."

Suzu smiles. "When is gym?"

"PE?" Megu perks. "That's the last subject."

"Oh," Suzu looks around before turning back to the class rep in an attempt to make a conversation. "Let's talk about PE. What do you usually do during that period?"

"We train," Maehara answers first, popping in the conversation while walking beside her. Just behind him was Isogai. "Try sharpening our blades, practice our skills and such. Uh, today… since it's Monday, we're gonna go sparring."

"On Wednesdays, we go free running," Isogai follows. "That's like running around the mountain with a goal. Usually, we have many kinds of games to play while free running." The way he said it was like a calm child stating his agenda to his parents.

"On Thursdays, PE is a double period," Megu adds. "That's because we have no PE on Tuesdays, which is tomorrow by the way."

"Ah, I see," Suzu responds. "Are you planning any assassination attempts on Korosensei?"

"Sadly, not yet," Isogai answers her question. Before anybody could even speak, Megu caught a glimpse of red pass by the classroom door. She looks over to Isogai. "Hey Isogai. Did Karma tell you anything?"

"About what?" the male class representative asks.

"If he's gonna skip school, or something," Megu responded.

"No, he didn't," Isogai answers, wondering if the redhead will still continue to go to school. "Nagisa said he'll be coming though."

"That's not the only thing out of place here," Maehara adds. "Ritsu's not on. She's not even popping up in our phones."

"Strange, huh?" Isogai wondered.

Suzu quickly scanned the whole classroom before asking another question. "Does he usually go through the windows?"

"Who- Karma?" Maehara asked back.

"No, I meant Korosensei." Suzu was starting to think of different kinds of attempts on the unkillable teacher. Sure, in the classroom, attempts would be expected. But if she observes all the past attempts of the students on Korosensei, then maybe she can create something unique and unexpected. Plus, she's thinking about borrowing Haruki's garrote wire. If she gathers enough data, she would pull an attempt on the unkillable teacher.

"No, not usually but-" Megu's response was cut off.

Before they knew it, Korosensei was back like a thunderbolt had stroked down on the ground. He enters noisily through the wide window. "Class, it's time for Ethics!" he yells rather jolly. Seems like his breakfast was just a quick trip from Belgium. Students began to go back to their seats.

"Thanks guys," Suzu says before heading to her seat.

Haruki waved at the girls before jumping on to her seat, a satisfied smile on her face. She looks over to Tokaku, who merely glanced at her. "Well look at you, all cozy in that seat of yours."

"Barely," Tokaku mutters before turning back to the yellow octopus. She planned on talking to Nagisa when lunch starts. If she gets useful information from the blue-haired boy then she could start planning attempts on the unkillable teacher, just like Suzu thought.

Isuke walked in the middle of the way between the columns of seats like a runway model, a glad look plastered on her face while gripping her phone. Suzu notices this. "What did you do?"

"Just had a chat with mommy," Isuke answers before plopping down on her seat, looking smug. "I almost forgot about the ten million dollar reward if we kill Korosensei. This is so not different from Class Black," she ends with a hearty laugh. Both Tokaku and Haruki heard this before returning to their own worlds, with Tokaku slightly disturbed at the pinkette's statement.

Through the period, Isuke was sleeping in her seat and Haruki was obviously zoning out, so Korosensei decided to wake them up. Tokaku was listening, obviously. But she could feel something creeping around like a predator waiting for its prey. She told herself mentally that it's because the whole class are really focused on making a successful hit on the teacher, but this was something else. Due to familiar senses, she could feel someone's eyes on her. She looked around the class, but none of them were looking at her. Suddenly, Korosensei zoomed just in front of Isuke. After a moment, Tokaku discovered that Korosensei gave both Isuke and Haruki manicures. Tokaku slightly scowled. Was he spoiling them?

Time passed and Ethics was done. English was next.

Tokaku did not expect another teacher to take over this particular subject.

"Good morning, Professor Bitch."

The new girls perked up at this. Haruki let out a snort of laughter, too late to stop her expression of amusement. Suzu and Tokaku looked at the teacher with uncertainty. Isuke only eyed the teacher with a smirk of interest.

Blonde.

Sexy.

Foreigner.

Whow.

"I told you not to call me that! How many times do I have to tell you to call me Miss Irina!?" she roared. Half of the students gave her different kinds of responses with amusement.

"Alright brats, sit down and pay attention because if you fail the activity for today, you're gonna receive punishments from me." Tokaku noticed others cringe at this.

"Now, before I start," the blonde woman began to look at the back with an attractive expression. "Welcome to Assassination Classroom, girls."

Tokaku knew about her. This was Irina Jelavic, the English teacher of Class 3-E. But she isn't exactly just a teacher. She's another assassin. Isogai told them earlier she's an excellent assassin when it comes to acts and disguise. Knowing more than one language is an advantage as well. With this, combined with her gorgeous looks, she could lure her target easily.

This period was quite interesting. Students were so focused on getting the correct pronunciations and grammar. But at the same time, they respond to her lousily, as if getting a reward was much worse than the punishment she was gonna give them.

"Alright, you." Irina pointed to the short-haired girl right behind Okuda. It was Suzu. "Stand and give me the right question tag for this sentence."

And as expected by the other new students, she answered correctly. Suzu is known for being knowledgeable in different subjects as well as what's going on around her. But then, the teacher smiled widely and approached her. "Very good Suzu. Would you like to receive your reward?"

At this, Irina stopped in front of her girl. Suzu looked over the blonde teacher's shoulder and saw Maehara shaking her head and Okano making a slashing movement with her hand as a sign for no. But then, Rio stood up in front, blocking Maehara's figure and smiled at her, giving Suzu a thumbs up.

Suzu slowly create a smile of her own. "Sure, why no- hm!?"

Haruki gawked at the sight in front of her. But the other students seemed to look like they just failed to get the last pizza in the box. Suzu's eyes widened as soon as Irina's lips practically smashed on to her own lips, creating a surprise yet muffled sound. Irina's index finger lifted Suzu's chin for better access, and Suzu's hand found itself gripping the edge of her table. She wasn't horrified by the fact that a teacher (not really), and a woman at that, was kissing her. No, she was quite surprised because she had never kissed another person since… years. And before Irina pulled away, Suzu swear she could feel a tongue poking her own tongue, making her release her grip on her desk due to the ticklish feeling.

Irina smiled triumphantly at the new girl, whose hand hovered above her lips. "Well isn't that great. You were able to withstand 13 hits in ten seconds."

Suzu sat back down, eyebrows furrowed yet twitching. Tokaku understood why the students didn't like her offers- may it be rewards or punishments. She doesn't want to get kissed like that.


Break came after English period was over.

Haruki once again talked to the girls before moving on to the boys like the friendly Sugino and the charming Isogai. Isuke was approached by Toka and Kanzaki, asking about her assassination style- but not before greeting her as Mistress Isuke. Suzu was eating at her seat while she tried to talk to Okuda and Hayami. Tokaku was the one to start approaching Nagisa outside.

Just as she was approaching Nagisa, a green-haired girl sat down beside him on the soil with a biscuit in hand. It was Kayano. She seems harmless. If she had to guess how this green-haired girl makes attempts on Korosensei, it would be by traps. Tokaku continued to approach them before crouching in front of them.

Nagisa looked at her with a polite expression as well as Kayano. "Hello."

Tokaku nods before getting to the point. "I'd like to know Korosensei's weaknesses."

The blue-haired boy perks up at this before pulling out a notepad. "Er, they're not literal weaknesses. They're just a bunch of things I noted about Korosensei. Basically short observations. But I hope this will help you."

Tokaku blinks at him before accepting the notepad from him. Even though he was known for being the best assassin here in Class 3-E, he looks like he as the heart of her dearest friend… Haru Ichinose.

She looked down at the page before analyzing every detail she gets from this androgynous boy. Pulling out a cellphone, she snaps a picture of the list before handing the notepad back to Nagisa. "That's all I needed." She stands up from her position and looked down at the two. "I'll be heading back to the classroom. I'm looking forward to seeing your skills in PE class later. If I observe your actions then I'd be able to form a plan with the gathered information. Thank you."

And with that, Tokaku proceeded to walk back to the classroom. Even during that small interaction, there was still something off. She could still feel eyes on her. If someone was spying on her then-

Her eyes widened in alert before spinning around quickly and grabbing the arm that was about to approach her. Nagisa's eyes widened at the sudden strong and tight grip on his wrist before looking back at Tokaku. The blue-haired girl looked down at his hand to see that he was clutching a keychain- specifically, the keychain Haru gave her back at Class Black.

Nagisa sheepishly smiled at her. "S-sorry. I should've just called you before giving this back to you."

Kayano stood behind him with wide eyes, adding, "It fell out of your pocket when you started to stand up."

Tokaku now understood why Nagisa is the best assassin here in Class 3-E. He has natural skills- an aura that could give anyone chills despite not knowing about it himself. Even if he has no intentions on scaring her, he immediately set her off on edge like he could easily kill her with her back facing him. Tokaku's eyes narrowed before taking the keychain from his hand. She thanked him once again before continuing on to her journey towards the classroom.

That small scene caught Suzu's eyes. Nagisa looks really innocent, and Suzu can't help but feel suddenly… responsible. With his sharp assassination skills, he could grow into a successful assassin or even a hitman. But… he should use his skills on other purposes. Killing is… Suzu sighs at this thought. She has so many time to spend. Nagisa however is just like the others. He shouldn't waste his time on assassinating people. He could grow into something more admirable. She smiled slightly, amused by her own thoughts. She went back to talking to poison glasses and tsundere sniper.

Break was over after 20 minutes.

The last one to sit down was the fastest runner of Class 3-E, Kimura Justice. However, before he could even take a seat, the black artillery beside Isuke began making static noises. "Hm?"

The black machinery made sounds that were muffled because of the black metal. It wasn't so long before the screen lit up, showing a messed up picture of Ritsu. Her pixels kept flickering into different colors, jumping from warm colors to cool colors.

"What's happening?" It was Hara who questioned first.

"Is this broken or something?" Isuke asked nonchalantly before knocking on it.

Korosensei instantly went to the artillery before eyeing the screen. Ritsu's figure was roughly formed. "Ritsu?"

"Kro-schhhhhh- Ro- ssss- sen-sen-sss- sensss-" the AI wasn't able to form proper words that are simple as the name they call their teacher. "Resss- re-re-ro- schhhhh."

"I'll get to the bottom of this," Korosensei confidently states before moving noisily to the back of the black artillery. His tentacles began to grab the latch of the artillery and started to open it with a tentacle formed into a point of a phillips screwdriver in order to unscrew the screws. Being able to pull the back part of the artillery away from the machinery, he was about to find out what caused this when a thick fog began emitting from the inside. All eyes took particular interest on the fog.

"What's this~?"

Just when the fog came in contact with his tentacles, the yellow body part of Korosensei began to swell at first before melting in a surprising speed. Before he could even close the artillery to stop the fog from coming out, something came in contact with his giant round head.

The class was purely surprised, even Suzu, Isuke and Haruki. Tokaku observed carefully.

Right in the ceiling, just above the unkillable teacher, was a certain redhead, gripping a small bucket of liquid that contains Anti-Korosensei substance. Fully pouring the liquid out, he jumps in, breaking the rest of the wood that held his weight and preparing to slash the yellow creature with his green knife. Unfortunately, Korosensei had moved quickly as possible by speeding out of the classroom through the windows with a loud cry. They didn't know if it was out of surprise or excitement.

Landing roughly on the floor just behind the black artillery was the red-haired devil of Class 3-E.

Karma Akabane.

Tokaku's eyes widened at the sight of the redhead. She could practically smell the bloodlust pouring out of his very core, sensing a dangerous aura around him.

Karma simply tosses the small bucket out of the window and sighing. "Another failed attempt, I suppose."

"You cheeky bastard," Terasaka voiced. "You could've told us you were going to assassinate him."

"And you broke the ceiling!" Okano followed.

Karma shrugs casually before chuckling and putting away the large case that covered the black artillery's back. "I did tell someone. Oy Itona," he calls the bandana-wearing boy, who simply stood up and approached the machinery. "You can turn her back to normal now."

"Itona knows?" Rio asks from her seat.

"Not just Itona," Karma answers and watched Itona work his way around the interior of the machinery. "Okuda and Takebayashi made the gas and the liquid. Chiba took measurements and made sure I was on the right spot above."

"Aww, that's a waste," Kurahashi worded. "If you told the rest of us then we might've had a bigger chance of killing Korosensei."

"Eh, no need," Karma responded before smirking. He looks over to the four new girls with a devious look, but mainly focused on the heir of the Azuma clan. "Besides, we have new classmates here. How wonderful~."

"This is Akabane?" Haruki suddenly asks. She eyes the younger student with a clear look of curiosity. "Well, nice to meet you-"

"No need for the intro," Karma drawls out before Itona motioned him to give him the black case. "I already heard."

"You spent the whole time inside the ceiling?" Kanzaki asks.

"Nope," Karma answers and heads to his seat. "I got hungry and I went out, snagged a juice from a vending machine and went back to complete the mission." He plops down on his seat ever so casually and pulled out a small juice box, the typical strawberry-flavored one. "You can ask Poison Glasses and Specks for the anti-sensei products. They nailed it."

Just after that, the class excitedly talked about future attempts on their sensei. The Anti-Korosensei Gas and the Anti-Korosensei Liquid could be a useful bunch. Even the students around Okuda and Takebayashi gushed out to them out of awe and appreciation.

Stabbing a straw into the juice box, he looks over to the girls, specifically Suzu, since she was the nearest to him. "I hope you're enjoying the class. We may get rowdy, but that's normal for 3-E, I guess." He sips into his juice.

"Oh~?" Isuke practically purred, looking over at the younger student. "Now you must be the bad boy here. That's hot."

"Want some pocky, boy?" Haruki asks from behind with an intrigued expression. Karma looks over to his shoulder and shakes his head. "No need. I'm good with juice."

Tokaku wasn't exactly in ease when the boy was directly in front of her. It didn't help that even if he was casually sipping on juice like an average middle schooler, she knew that he was aware of his surroundings. His posture was obvious. Even his smell… he was capable of taking out a life if he's serious. She'd have to keep an eye on the boy. He seems lazy, too casual, but she had experiences. Having a classmate that sleeps through class like Isuke was a small lesson to her. Isuke may be careless when it comes to education, but she could kill with cruelty.

She just have to wait for PE class. Whatever this boy has up his sleeves, she's ready to watch it.