Sanguinary: Being ready or eager to shed blood; to be bloodthirsty.
Something about this word was beautiful to Nagisa. A python in hiding as he observed his parents altercate with each other for what had to be the fifth time this week. Neither knew he was there... when you grew up in a house like this, suppressing your presence was a virtue.
"I WILL NOT ALLOW OUR BABY GIRL TO BE EXPOSED TO THE HORRORS OF THE WORLD WITH YOU ANYMORE!!"
But the horrors of our home is fine? Isn't it?
"HE CANT STAY WITH A FUCKING MISANDRIST WHO REFUSES TO ACCEPT REALITY! HE'S ONLY TEN!"
A ten year old who can watch his parents vile disputes without their notice.
Arguments like this were nearly a daily thing, forever becoming more unmitigable as time went on. Even thought what his father did for a living with irredeemable... Nagisa couldn't help but admire it. The way he performed, the way he made Nagisa seem like his own person... maybe not as a human... but a weapon to be trained was better then an object to dress.
Aren't both an object to use?
Not that his own well-being was ever prevalent anyways. He enjoyed this... he enjoyed what no one else could do with their father. It was their secret.
"Custody goes to Hiromi Shiota!"
"NO! YOU CANT TAKE MY MASTERPIECE AWAY!!"
"Don't worry my dear Nagisa-chan... you wont have to see that awful man anymore."
"Officers! Take him away."
A solemn atmosphere filled the wood filled hallways, almost a greyish hue filled the corridors of this decrepit, run down, shack like building.
A classroom in this building was filled with a gaggle of teens with detached looks on their face as they impatiently awaited their targets arrival.
A target who soared through the clouds and parted them with ease was making it's way to the classroom at an astonishing mach 20.
A target who was zoning in on the citywide landscape and rapidly dashing down, a sonic boom thundering through the stratosphere as it changed directions, adjacent to the course it was on.
A target who arrived at it's location, a paroxysm of wind which gracefully danced around the courtyard of the building.
A class, now aware their target was soon to begin it's mystifying demand that had been laid upon their government.
A sickening slithering sound of tentacles writhing their way to the classroom, their wants undetermined.
A door, calmly opened by a mutated creature playing the role as teacher.
And a roll book tenderly placed on the desk as the beings tentacles lifted themselves up.
"Now then... let's get started. Student on duty, on your command."
The slobbery noises that the tentacles made when peculiarly wiggling around with a desire to teach.
"S-Stand up!"
In a rhythmic motion, every student occupying that classroom took a stance with a different type of firearm in hand. All of which were covering the front of the classroom at a different angle and location. All stood silently as they awaited the command from the student on duty, Nagisa Shiota.
"Attention! Bow!"
The dismal students took their rapid fire shots at the front of the classroom with no remorse to this thing posing as a teacher. The yellow octopus who insisted on having this job dodged at a rate that afterimages were formed, a permanent smile plastered on its face as it held the roll book.
"Fire all you like--I'll just be taking attendance. Isogai?"
"Here!"
If only it were that simply to hear someones voice in a class filled with indiscriminate gunfire.
The tell of amateurs on a good day.
The student on duty kept his thoughts to himself though as he had one eye shut to focus his vision in on his target. Not that it mattered though, this sort of tactic would never see the reward money they were promised.
"I'm sorry, you'll have to speak up with all this gunfire."
"Here!"
The gunfire didn't stop or slow even though it was evidently hopeless that they would hit him this way. It didn't affect the octopus one way or another though, so why not let the teens tire themselves out?
"Okajima?"
"Hai!"
"Okuda!"
"Here!"
Mags were being replaced, automatics were being held down without a care in the world, manuals were being pulled in a trigger happy manner, no skill was present in any of the occupants of this classroom. Nagisa could tell that from a mile away. Anti sensei BB's filled the floor as the roll call continued in that same comedic fashion as the start.
Roll call had finished and now the class was to bathe in the first of many failures across the classes lifespan.
"Alright! No tardies. Excellent! That makes me very happy."
On cue, the targets face lit up orange with a bright red O surrounding his features, signifying that of a correct answer to a question. Not everyone was as joyous as he was though...
"He's too fast."
We were told he moves at mach 20.
"So the whole class shooting at him doesn't work?"
If it were that simply, the government would of already succeeded.
"Too bad. Not a single bullet hit its mark today, either. Methods that rely on sheer numbers lack any individual thought. Line of sight, barrel position, finger movement--each of these is far too simple. You've got to be more inventive! Otherwise... you'll never be able to kill me at my max speed of Mach 20."
It wagged it's tentacle in disappointment at it's students, not one of them taking it in good jest. Blinded by their want for money. Not out of passion to do this. Admittedly, this wasn't something Nagisa was exactly used to though. There was quite a large difference that he had noticed.
The weight between a normal bullet and anti him BB's are slight but noticeable... it makes the recoil not as large along with the projectile speed being a bit different.
Of course, the normal eye wouldn't notice a thing and wouldn't be able to tell a lie from the truth.
"No way did you seriously dodge all of those!"
"I mean, these are just BBs... You coulda just stood there grittin' your teeth as they hit you."
"Yeah! Thats right!"
Did you not see the afterimages from his dodges?
Not everyone was as observant as Nagisa though, so it very well did look like he was just face tanking them all. As an uproar came from the majority of the student body, the octopus came out of it's thoughts and ushered a command.
"Gather up the BBs and hand them over."
It's tentacle made it's way over to Fuwa and grabbed the loaded gun she was holding. A questionable look on the students faces as they were unaware of what the teacher was about to show them.
"I told you: these may be harmless to you..."
He held the gun up to one of his other appendages as an ear shattering bang could be heard. His tentacle had been cut clean off with yellow fluid leaking out the ends. Gasps emanated from around the classroom at the display while the octopus continued its lecture.
"... but they're special anti-me BBs developed by the government. If one hits me, it can slice through my cells like they were tofu."
The cut off tentacle disturbingly wiggled and jumped while on the ground, desperate to find its original body. Meanwhile, the fluid had stopped leaking out the dismembered tentacle it used for an arm.
"Of course, they regenerate a few seconds later."
Like a newborn baby coming into the world, the tentacle sprouted itself from within the organisms own body and flourished to life, being used as if it had been there for years.
"Then again, you could end up shooting your eyes out. No shooting in the classroom unless you're trying to kill me properly."
A pattern on arrogant, dark green stripes appeared on the teachers face as it's pupils cut into halfs at a diagonal slant. It's pure cockiness could be felt halfway across Japan.
"I do hope you can kill me--before graduation, that is. Now then, let's put away the guns and BBs and start on our work."
The groans of the student populi could be heard from outside the class as they were forced to deal with their own mess. Scooping up the pink BBs that had found themselves massively scattered across the classroom.
Class 3-E of Kunugigaoka Junior High School: the assassination classroom. Another day, another class bell rings.
Chalk could be heard scribbling against the blackboard, held between a pair of firm yet soft, yellow tentacles. As he turned to his class, his enthusiasm for teaching was far beyond their enthusiasm to learn.
"Now, here's the question: Isogai!"
"H-hai!"
Isogai replied, clearly quite a bit startled at the octopus picking him. He turned to his teacher who sprouted out four more tentacles. One was a pale white, one was an azure blue, one was a feisty pink and one was a light lime color.
"Which of these four tentacles is not like the others?"
"Um... the blue one?"
All tentacles turned back to their normal color as his face adapted the previous correct answer symbol for his face.
If he can change color... can he also camouflage?
"Correct! Only the "who" in the blue sentence is a relative pronoun. A relative pronoun qualifies the noun right before it, so here-"
Nagisa drowned out his ramblings, though eyes were still focused on his target. He carefully observed every move through trained and experiences eyes, an unrivaled lust to assassinate it behind them. His eyes were different to the class..
"Hey, Nagisa."
The green haired, recent transfer to E-class whispered to him so she could grab his attention. Not wanting to leave his targets movements for even a second, he didn't look over and just hummed in a hush tone.
"Hmm?"
"The crescent moon's out, even though it's daytime."
You mean the moon we saw on the way up the mountain? I've already seen it.
Not wanting to ruin appearances, he gave a small nod as he wondered about the start of this schools term, spacing out a tad bit.
"How do you do? I'm the one who blasted your moon."
That was certainly the claim of the century. Even the more rougher and 'badass' students weren't able to hide their shock. Not only was this thing in front of them, but it blew up the moon?! With it stood three formally dressed agents from the ministry of defense.
"I plan to do the same to the earth next year. Now I'm your teacher. Nice to meet you."
There were at least six things wrong with this picture... that feeling was unanimous... but it did at least liven up the otherwise dismal E-class experience from day to day. The most exciting thing that had happened was that they got a new student. This far surpassed that. To interrupt their confusion, one of the agency members spoke up in a proper voice.
"I'm Karasuma from the Ministry of Defense. First, please understand that what I'm about to say is a state secret."
A sigh escaped his mouth as he debated whether or not a roundabout way was better to explain. But he decided against it.
"Let me be blunt: I want you to kill this creature."
Gasps and silences of bewilderment passed around the classroom. One student in particular was extremely glad their several years of hell had let them manage to control their emotions.
Wait... kill? For free? No downsides?!
"Um... what is that? Is that the alien or whatever that came to attack us?"
As if it was offended by the claim, the octopus like creature started to writhe its tentacles around and squirm as if it were a child having a tantrum.
"How rude! I'll have you know I was born and raised on Earth!"
On Earth...? Could it be human...? Or is this some sort of sub-species that has just been identified?
"I'm afraid I can't discuss the details, but he's telling the truth. Come March next year, this creature who smashed the moon will destroy Earth as well. Only the world's leaders know about this. If news of this guy gets out there, we'd be looking at a global panic. You've got to kill him in secret before that happens. In other words..."
Karasuma reached for something in his blazer, his gaze fixed at the floor to try and hide his intent. Then he slashed a green sort of knife to the right in a rapid motion, all for naught unfortunately as the creature just vanished to his left instead.
"...an assassination. But this guy..."
It is an assassination! That's so cool!
He sent another slash to his left, to have the creature instead vanish behind him.
"...is extremely fast! You try to kill him..."
After another flash, the creature was behind him again... now grooming his eyebrows with equipment it didn't have before.
"...and he ends up grooming your eyebrows instead--immaculately! This superbeing has the power to turn a full moon into a crescent. His speed tops out at Mach 20! In short, if he gets away, we'll be left helpless, awaiting our destruction."
The creature then put it's grooming tools into a small box and gently closed it.
"And that's no fun. So I made your government an offer: no killing me. Instead, I'll teach Class 3-E at Kunugigaoka Junior High School."
He said 'your government'... so he's not Japanese... did anyone else catch that?
After a tentacle was put on his shoulder, Karasuma sucked up his rage and continued to explain.
"We don't know what he's after. But we were forced to agree, on the condition that he doesn't harm any of you students. We have two reasons: First and foremost, coming to a classroom every day lets us keep an eye on him, and second, it gives some thirty people the opportunity to kill him from extremely close range."
Outrage filled (most of) the class as the students started asking rapid fire questions. Deciding not to let his annoyance build up more, Karasuma was open about the reward.
"Success will be rewarded with ten billion yen. It's only right. A successful assassination will literally save the earth. Luckily, he doesn't think much of you."
TEN BILLION?! I could make a name for myself with this and that money under my resume...
Gasps of amazement struck the class as the creatures face adopted green stripes and slanted eyes.
"See? Those green stripes mean he's looking down on you!"
"Obviously! If the government can't kill me, how could you? Even when they sent their cutting-edge fighter jets after me... I ended up giving them a coat of wax right there in midair! "
Several boxes of some type of weaponry and ammunition was wheeled and carried in before being placed down. Holding the green knife, Karasuma continued.
"You must find a chink in his defenses and strike at it. You'll have weapons and ammo that won't hurt humans, but will work on him. You must keep this secret from your family and friends. There's no time to lose. If the earth should disappear, we'll have nowhere left to run."
Ha! Not like that will be difficult... we are the End class after all. Who here has other people to talk to?
"And that's about it! Now let's make the most of your one remaining year!
The ear shattering sound of a gun being fired pierced everyones ears. Rio Nakamura, the resident troublemaker, had just fired a BB at the octopus mid lesson out of no where. It got nothing done as he caught it between two pieces of chalk.
"Nakamura..."
What looked like something that was about to be serious, turned comedic as his face turned red with pink puffs of smoke leaving him. All eyes were on where the noise had come from though.
"Didn't I tell you not to let assassination interfere with your studies?"
"Sorry..."
"As punishment, go stand in the back!"
With a dramatic sigh, Rio trotted her way to the back. Nagisa had been one of the only few to not look at the gunshot. No attempt made by someone like that would work. It was just like since the beginning of time. Assassins always needed convoluted plans to make it work.
Why did this creature become our teacher?
Though, a better question made it's way to Nagisa's mind. A question that made the long sleeve wearing boy bite on his nail softly.
How am I gonna assassinate him with a class of beginners?
These cries in his mind faded as he slowly turned back to the lesson. Although he was overjoyed to have a target to assassinate, he still needed to keep up with his studies -Alas, a wrath far scarier then the Earth's destruction will ensure- after all. Perhaps falling behind and getting some tutoring from it though would be a good way to snag extra time for assassination.
We only have a year.. most normal assassinations aren't in a short amount of time. You study the target, learn about their lives, where their weak points are, how to access them... and only then can you even consider striking.
The assassination obsessed teen was lost in his own thoughts as the school bell chimed out. The octopus stopped writing on the board as it turned towards the noise.
"Ah, lunchtime! I'll just pop over to China for some mapo tofu. Any aspiring assassins are welcome to hit me up on my cell."
Instantly afterwards, a gust of wind blowing everyones hair was felt as he opened the window and soared off. Right... he had a cell. Not only that, he had gained all their numbers after practically begging. What a sight that was. They finally looked back up to see that he was in fact, gone. Deciding to do the maths, some of the students mused it out loud.
"Let's see... if he's traveling at Mach 20... it'll take maybe ten minutes to get to Sichuan, home of mapo tofu."
"Guess no missile could shoot that down. Heck, that octopus even grades tests while moving faster then sound!"
"Seriously?!"
"Mine cane back with a drawing on it."
At the mention of marking and teaching, a few more students decided to finally chime in. The more quiet ones were mainly eating some of their lunch.
"Don't you think he's pretty good at teaching, though?"
"Right? He taught me math after class and I did great on my test!"
So failing on purpose could be an option...
"Yeah, but... we are the E Class. Tryin' our best won't do much."
That bought the mood down drastically as everyone mused to themselves. Nagisa didn't exactly disagree either, he wasn't naturally amazing at subjects.
It's not wrong... he's a super octopoid creature and our assassination target, but... for whatever reason, as a teacher, he's a damn good one.
Even without the shine of a normal knife, Nagisa swore he could see visions of what he needed to do deep within the blades soul.
Most of us are perfectly normal students... besides from being impromptu assassins, if only E class was that simple.
Cutting out of his thoughts was one of the larger lads walking towards him. Nagisa had heard him before he spoke but in case he wasn't wanted, he had kept his head down.
"Hey, Nagisa. Come with us. It's time to put our assassination plan into action."
A soft nod came from the blue haired teen as he stood up with the notorious gang of bullies from class E. No one ever really stood up to them...
Theres no point in causing unnecessary drama anyways... not like I've been anything but a tool my entire life anyways.
Terasaka and his gang had sat on the steps outside the worn down building. Even so, they still positioned themselves in a way in which they could look down on the wolf in sheeps clothing.
"That octopus's face changes color according to his mood, right? Did you do those observations I told you to?"
Why would I not take notes on a target?
Keeping those thoughts to himself, he pulled out a notepad as he wondered what type of answer to give Terasaka. Should he be defiant? Likely not... that would raise too much suspicion... should he act excited like he was at the whole assassination thing? Probably not... he'd just have to be an obedient dog for now with no personal feelings.
Not that it's any different from normal.
"More of less. We know it's striped green when he's feeling confident. When we give a wrong answer, it's dark purple. A right answer makes it go bright scarlet. But what's really interesting is after lunch-"
He was rudely cut off though by Terasaka. A glare escaped Nagisa's eyes which couldn't of flashed for more then a tenth of a second. Luckily no one caught it.
"I don't need to know all that. I have a plan... and when he lets his guard down the most, you are going to carry it out."
Act the part... you've been taught to be a damsel in distress countless times.
"M-me? But..."
Even hearing that slight bit of defiance, Terasaka tried to intimidate him by getting up closer. A harsh yet ugly look plastered on his face.
"Don't be such a goody-goody. We're the E Class--the misfits that can't keep up at this famous prep school. You know they call us the End Class. Every day we-"
As he rambled on and on, Nagisa pretended he was listening. He rolled his eyes internally as he silently clicked his tongue.
Information that I already know... I've been here nearly as long as you.
Soon, he started to pay attention as Terasaka wrapped an arm around him. It looked friendly, but he was once again trying to let Nagisa know that disobeying wasnt an option.
"When do people like us have a shot to score a cool ten billion yen? We're gonna make it--make it through this crappy situation..."
Actually getting Nagisa's attention, he pulled out a small pouch and hovered it by the blue haired teen.
"By any means necessary. Just don't screw up."
As the gang left, Nagisa looked at the pouch with a curious expression...
This is gunpowder... did that idiot actually come up with a decent plan? Even if it doesnt work... I have a way out.
A faint smile traced his lips... this easy method of escape that he had always been too terrified to do was now being handed to him on a silver platter. Would he ever get a chance like this again? Likely not.
Screw it. I never mattered anyways... One of our times has arrived.
He looked up to see the octopus landing near him. With a swift motion, he hid the pouch as if he was a python camouflaging in the ground. It was natural and smooth. What wasnt natural though was this massive octopus carrying a missile on his shoulder.
"I'm back!"
Play your part. Don't make him suspect.
"H-hello, sir... whats's with the missile?"
"A souvenir. The Self-Defense Force was waiting for me in the Sea of Japan."
What a trap... and even that didn't work. Was Nagisa having self doubts now? Not really... he wasn't bothered if he failed, because that means that he would be gone anyways.
"I-it must be terrible, being a target."
Seeing this as a chance to lecture, the Octopus put down the missile from his shoulder and spoke.
"Not at all. You know you're powerful when everyone has it in for you. Now let's begin fifth period."
As the octopus slivered past Nagisa, he hummed to himself... powerful huh...?
Are my parents after my throat because I'm powerful? Dad always called me a weapon... maybe... or maybe i'm unworthy of their recognition... I might be able to kill him... after all... this teacher can't see me, either.
The rustling sound of chalk grazing the board could be heard. Lunch had finished a few minutes ago and now everyone was back in the classroom. The octopus turned towards them now that he had written what he wanted on the board.
"All right, then, compose a short poem to go along with our theme. The final line should be 'was tentacles all along.'"
Nagisa stared down his target, hiding the bloodlust in his eyes. He wanted nothing more then to massacre the octopus in cold blood to the point where it had to admit how talented Nagisa was. The others were focused on how ridiculous the task was though.
"Huh? 'Was tentacles all along'?"
Not seeing how odd the prompt was, it just nodded without second thought.
"Indeed! When you're finished, bring them to me. I'm looking for proper grammar and whether you've conveyed the tentacle's beauty. An example: Not the storm of garden's snow / of flowers moving on / But sprouting there instead / was tentacles all along. Once you're done, you're free to go home!"
Complaints rung through the classroom as it directed them away all the while it slowly started to turn pink.
"I have a question!"
It's face turned back to normal as it faced the greenete by the window of the classroom.
"Ah--yes, Kayano?"
"This is a weird question to ask now, but... what's your name? How else can we tell what teacher we're talking about?"
A question that had decent merit, even in Nagisa's books. It would make more sense for the assassination target to have a name instead of just 'the octopus'.
"My... name? Hmm... I don't really have the kind of name you tell people. Go ahead and give me one. But right now, focus on your schoolwork. Meanwhile, I'll just take a little break."
It then leant back and slowly started to turn pink... Nagisa took notice but decided to leave it a little longer. If he stood straight away, he'd draw suspicions. A few minutes passed with silent writing and groaning from the class before Nagisa decided to make his move. He slowly rose from his chair with his slip of paper in hand. Taking note of this, the octopus tilted its head up and spoke.
"Finished already, Nagisa?"
"Yes, sensei. In fact... I think you'll like what I've tried!"
Use that tone that makes mom not as furious... the same silver tongue that tricked your father countless times... it'd be suspicious not to say anything.
Terasaka and his gang grinned as they knew what was happening. Nagisa was going to try and make his move.
After lunch, right around the time we get sleepy, his face sometimes goes light pink. He was a little slow responding to Kayano's question, too. That might be when he's at his most vulnerable. The perfect time to splatter his blood on the walls.
Another step was taken towards his teacher as he not only concealed that bloodlust which has grown over the years, but also effortlessly put on a layer of satisfaction. It was like he truly was happy to show his teacher the work he had done.
Us prep-school failures are always thinking, 'we gotta get back at 'em somehow.' You can do it if you try. That's what their parents and friends and teachers say. You can do it if you try.
Nagisa was now right in front of his sensei. He started to bow to present his work, and just before the octopus would see the knife... he twisted his hand 180 degrees and slashed upwards at superhuman speeds. The octopus was beyond startled and only just about managed to catch Nagisa's wrist. Before it could talk, Nagisa dropped the knife. It's attention followed it for a brief moment which allowed Nagisa to pull out the grenade and launch himself into his teacher who could only think a few words to himself.
Such a talent for assassination...
Nagisa gave a genuine smile as he felt the grenade explode. Hopefully he wouldn't have to endure his home anymore. Hopefully he wouldn't have to be the class creep anymore. Hopefully he could leave this nightmare. That smile... he was actually glad to die.
BOOM!!
The explosive went off and shattered BB's in every direction at high speeds. The students having to cover their faces in fear of getting hurt.
"YESSS!!"
"We did it!! Ten billion yen! Cha-ching!"
"Nagisa!!"
On the floor was a few yellow tentacles leaking yellow fluid. With that was countless black ones as well. It seemed to be extremely effective.
"Bet he never expected a suicide bomber!"
"Hey!!"
Kayano aggressively stood from her seat... even though she was in this class purely for revenge... she couldn't hide the small amounts of bloodlust aimed at Terasaka for potentially killing Nagisa.
"What'd you give Nagisa?!"
"Huh? A toy grenade. But I beefed it up with gunpowder so it's shoot three hundred anti-teacher bullets at crazy high speed! They're not strong enough to kill anybody. My ten billion yen'll cover his medical bi--"
They looked to the floor and saw that Nagisa was covered in some weird... skin like substance which doubled as gooey. The top part of his uniform had a small burn and parts of his face had a few small bruises, but nothing intense.
"He's barely hurt?! And... this membrane... is attached to that octopus's corpse?"
Before they had time to come up with theories, a voice came from the ceiling.
"As it happens, I shed my skin once a month. I protected Nagisa there by covering him with my old skin... with that stunt though, I wasn't able to reach quite in time. Had my attention been diverted just a moment longer, that blast would of perished me and put Nagisa in critical condition."
Nagisa got out the skin as he winced a bit before touching his face... damn...
Mission failed... moms gonna go ballistic at the uniform.
As it happened, that way he sliced the knife and how he dropped it was enough to have the octopus slip up just enough to have to shield Nagisa with his tentacles while he shed his skin. Even then, it wasn't flawless. The octopus's eyes glowed red as the room slowly started to take a dark atmosphere.
"It's my once-monthly ace-in-the-hole. Terasaka, Yoshida, Muramatsu."
It was rapidly losing it's eyes as it's teeth grew more raged and his skin slowly turned black.
You don't have to look at the color of his face to feel the pure amount of anger coming from him.
"You three... you're behind this, yes?"
The three members of Terasaka's gang were sweating bullets and fearing for their life as they looked up to their teacher.
"N-no! It was all Nagisa's idea!"
Within a few moments, it had disappeared out the class and then zipped back in with a huge gust of wind. Then a large handful (or tentacleful) of nameplates dropped to the ground.
"My agreement with your government says I won't harm you. But if you try another assassination like that one... I might just harm someone else."
Nagisa noticed his own nameplate was on there and had to stop himself from smirking.
Maybe I can just do it again and have my mom be gone forever...
Nagisa was used to these twisted, intrusive thoughts. He used to be scared of them, but now he just embraced them. His parents deserves it after all. Everyone else though seemed phased by this.
"Your family, your friends... or I could wipe out the whole planet apart from you."
His bloodlust filled the classroom as everyone stood in fear - or Nagisa's case, awe - while they started to tremble.
Five seconds, and we all knew: there was no running to the ends of the earth for us. If we really wanted to run... all we could do... was kill him!
"What the hells your deal anyways! You're just a giant pain! Showing up all 'I'm gonna blow up the Earth' and 'Assassinate me'! Whats so wrong with using an annoying method to kill an annoying guy?!"
Instantly, it's face turned red and all bloodlust vanished in a single moment.
"Annoying? Hardly. Your idea itself was a very good one. Especially you, Nagisa."
A tentacle found itself patting Nagisa's head as the boy didn't know what to feel... any sort of genuine affection was lost on him... so he sort of just froze up.
"The way you carried yourself so naturally on your approach gets full marks. You made it right through the chink in my defenses. Even taking off a few tentacles!"
Instantly, they grew back as it then turned it's attention to Terasaka's gang.
"However! None of you looked out for Nagisa, not even Nagisa himself."
In fact... the boy cared too little for possible injuries.
"Students like that aren't fit to assassinate anyone. We need an assassination worth smiling about--one to be proud of! You're all capable assassins who have that power within you. Some advice from your teacher and your target."
Nagisa slowly stood up as he got over the entire affection... he didn't even know how to feel.
He... praised me. I did well..! And he's looking at me head on... i can kill him like no one else can!
The octopus looked over to Nagisa and smiled.. that boy had potential... more then potential... he already had experience. Stuff like that didn't just come naturally. Knowing to drop the blade to take his attention for all but a moment. Perhaps.. giving his time to teach would be worth it.
"Here's a question for you, Nagisa. I have not the slightest intention of being killed. I will enjoy my time with you all until next March, and then blow Earth up. If you don't like it, what are you going to do about it?"
They havent assassinated anyone before... so they may be lost. But in that moment... I couldn't help but show him my confidence in the only field of work I'm good at.
"Before you destroy Earth...? I'll kill you."
For just that brief word of kill, Nagisa released part of his bloodlust and looked his target in it's eyes. Those eyes that were covered by green stripes.
Perhaps... this teacher... might even accept my bloodlust.
That teacher definitely did feel the bloodlust coming off of Nagisa. As did everyone else, though they just thought it was a fluke.
"Then do it now! Once you've killed me, you're free to go home!"
Shouts of protest filled the class as Nagisa walked back to his seat.
I am an assassin. And my target... is my teacher.
"An unkillable teacher..."
The green haired girl next to Nagisa was speaking out loud. And for once, he paid attention.
"Korosenai... koro... Oh! How about Koro Sensei?"
"Koro Sensei?"
At this, the newly named Koro-Sensei perked up and looked in their direction. He didn't need to tell them, they all knew it was the right name... and so, in this assassination classroom, that is what he'd go by.