Assassination Classroom Kaede Kayano Novels & Stories

He tossed the stained cloth onto a side table. Kenzo looked slightly pale. He shut the heavy doors and locked the deadbolt. He didn't say a single word. "Is it done?" I asked. Kaz gave me a single, stiff nod. "The problem at the academy is completely handled," Kaz stated. His voice was absolute zero. "Nobody will ever look at her the wrong way again." He didn't elaborate. I didn't need him to. The smell of death covering his skin was a clear enough answer. He killed someone for her.

Moments Later Medical Wing [Omniscient P.O.V] The corridors were silent. Flickering lantern light. Recovery salts on the air. Rhythmic breathing of sleeping students. A shadow detached from the ceiling. The assassin moved like oil on water. Black silk absorbing light. Jagged glass dagger in his hand. Coated in paralyzing neurotoxin. Target: the private ward at the end of the hall. The girl who had shaken the Academia to its bones.

This was not going to be good. “Welcome to your first shifting class,” The woman said. “I am Professor Adera Valencia. I will be your teacher.” She gestured to Kairos. “I’m sure you all know Mr. Moonraiser. He’s a third year student who has mastered the art of shifting. He will be the teaching assistant for this class.” Oh, god. Kairos was going to be instructing me. He was trying to kill me and he was my fucking teacher. I squirmed where I stood and Kairos caught my eye. He grinned, so salacious and sadistic, and I thought about running once again.

Especially since they are all on a tight schedule for the upcoming death festival. ‘DING DONG!’ The first bell of the first class is in the afternoon. “And I am late!” She cries and quickly packs all her stuff and hurried to their classroom. Slamming the door of her private room shut and quickly headed inside their class. The familiar mana is already surging, as the earlier hour of the afternoon is only approaching. “Elites.” Haruna, their adviser calls out and continues. “I want you to meet,” The steps echoes where JK is somewhat on his guard with the uncanny feeling that he is having right now. While Winona who is all along is aware of everything and now holds the command the HE gave her.

There was no one there, the screams were coming from some classroom. "Damn you, if they touch Anne I won't be able to resist, Kayler, I'll turn." He sputtered. "No. What do you want, to lose Anne by not telling her the truth? Carolina would get the same way." I told him. "You know we don't need to convert to get rid of them." We went up the stairs and I peeked into the hallway, the screams were still going on, shit, where are they? We walked at a determined pace through the classrooms, until the screams could be heard closer. They were in Carolina's classroom.

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

A masked figure wearing a bunny costume returned to the room and I figured out that it was probably the mistress of the dark tide under a disguise. I could feel the anger radiating from her body when she was looking at Lain. "Lain " she whispered softly and for a moment there his eyes flickered with confusion. *LAIN* The person wearing a pink Easter bunny costume pulls out a pistol and shoots Noah in the chest three times. Tate and I lock eyes and stare at the figure in shock. Noah falls to the ground instantly. She shrugged carelessly. "Let's make it even and more interesting." She looks between me and Tate.

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.

The assassin howled, stumbling back, clutching his ruined eye. Lena froze, staring at her hands. Claws. Blood dripping from her fingertips. Her chest heaved, terror and exhilaration tangling until she couldn’t tell them apart. The other assassins snarled. One lunged again—only for Kade to intercept. He ripped the wolf’s throat out with his teeth, blood spilling hot across the floor. The last turned to flee, but Kade was faster. He slammed the wolf down, his claws carving deep. The assassin went still.

"Front and center! Let's see what the new Death God is made of. Attack me!" I scan the brightly lit, wide-open arena. Zero shadows. Zero cover. A tactical nightmare for a former assassin. But honestly? Trying to sneak up on an eight-foot-tall giant in broad daylight sounds exactly like the kind of stupid, chaotic fun I live for. I lick my teeth, dropping into a low, predatory crouch as my dark energy flares to life. Up in the spectator stands, the elite students of Class 1 are watching me like hawks. "She looks pretty fast," I hear one of the upperclassmen whisper, nudging my vampire roommate. "Did you guys just go easy on her in the cafeteria?"