Assassin Classroom Season 1 Novels & Stories

Well all the assasins he had in the room at the moment were all psychopaths who takes joy in their trade. The appearance of Freckles at the weapon room where Lightning was about to exist startled the both assassins but it was Lightning who was the first to react and before the scrawny killer with a lot of freckles could react his throw was slit and left to fall to the ground with a fixed shock expression.

As we made our way down, I almost screamed as the huge form of the assassin appeared. He placed a finger on his mouth to silence us and with his hand gestured us to follow. Twenty metres ahead, on a narrow section of path, one side a hill, the other a deep ravine stood Alpha Francis and my Alexander in the middle of a heated argument.

"Welcome to another day of Combatant class! Now that we have the exhibition match results, each of you will be placed in the class that suits you best. There are five classes: Magic-Caster, Weaponry, Beast-Tamer, Martial Arts, and Assassin." "Each class is overseen by a teacher who is proficient in that class's combat style and will help you utilize your abilities to their full strength. Each teacher will step up and call forth the name of the students assigned under them, starting first with Professor Nox." Professor Bain pointed to a frail and handsome young-looking man with gentle features who stepped up and shyly waved to the crowd of students. Some of the girls who saw his appearance co

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The instructors stood on the sidelines, their arms crossed, watching like wolves observing a hunt—cool, calculating, and detached. The ground was painted a dark brown, a color Kaidën would later learn to recognize as blood. Kaidën’s pulse quickened as he swallowed hard, feeling his anxiety coil tightly in his stomach. These weren't just kids play-fighting; these were potential assassins honing their skills. He watched as one recruit expertly took down another with a swift roundhouse kick that sent his opponent crashing to the ground, the thud resonating like a drumbeat in Kaidën’s ears. A rough cheer erupted from a nearby group, the sound sending a chill down his spine.

Joe revved the truck and careened through the driveway. I grabbed onto the dashboard. “What’s happening?” Joe let out a sigh. “She was part of my previous life…before I came back.” He paused. “I’m not sure how to say this, so I’m just going to say it. We are highly trained and skilled assassins for a government-backed organization.” He stopped and glanced at me. “Oh shit,” Alec said in the backseat, he held on for dear life as Joe maneuvered through the streets.

I would suit its back but time is not on my side. His glass door reveals he is neither in his ambiently lit kitchen nor his living room, but the security men from earlier at least denotes he is home and that is all that matters. Tucking my gun in its holster, I proceed to unlock the door with a central key. To become an assassin, you have to learn to pay more attention to details than even a forensic analyst. His door made not even a creak the last time I was here and now it is like I did not touch the door.

There was a lot of processing to be done around the topic, and I was having a hard time processing. I eventually got myself in order after taking a shower and headed back to my class. There seemed to be a buzz in the corridor that I could catch wind of; all I could see were girls whispering and mumbling among themselves, but it seemed like it wasn't targeted at me, so I didn't pay much attention to them. I got into the class, and I finally understood what all the fuss was about. I could fight back the smile that appeared on my face when I came in, and neither could he really. Ash Gunner had moved to the league C classroom to attend classes.

Asshole. Dot and her bonds head to class after she warns us all to stay safe and look out for each other. A part of me wants them to stay with us but if there's someone out to hurt me then it's probably best she keeps her distance. The guys keep me boxed in between them as we make our way to our first private lesson in the gym. The tutor has not arrived yet so we sit and wait, all lost in thought. Why would someone throw a dagger at me? I know I'm the weird new girl but surely that's not enough for someone to actually attempt to kill me. And why is this not being dealt with as seriously as it should? In the human world, this would be attempted murder, and the academy would have been put on l

This didn’t go unnoticed to the particular guy leaning over the doorway. The assassin inhaled a deep breath before bursting frantically inside a different room. "Teacher!" She cried. Lei completely lost his balance and stumbled.