Novel & Cerita Assassination Classroom Koro-sensei Human Form

Liu Feng and Akiko were raring to go to the gym for Zen’s first self-defence combat lesson now that his ribs were better. Part of Zen was thankful that the two most powerful assassins were willing to tutor him. However, another part of Zen was also dreading the Spartan training. If Yelena’s training was commando-styled, Liu Feng’s training was akin to a demon. He offered no room for Zen to breathe until he pounded instincts into Zen’s DNA. Zen had no idea what kind of tutor Akiko would be. However, she was a super soldier and on par with Liu Feng. Truthfully, Zen was quaking in his shoes even if he was grateful. Would he survive having two demonic teachers?

The two already believed that Harvey was the culprit… But since Harvey said so, they still took notes of his testimony anyway. Concurrently, inside Longmen’s Budokan at Flutwell. The stage was covered in phoebe wood. A pleasant smell was wafting throughout the place. Joseph stood in front of a human dummy. His hands were as quick as lightning, instantly shattering the dummy to smithereens.

Cho Ye Joon pulled Nevan's body with all his inner strength, so he took a step back so he wouldn't know that in Nevan's body had a Gumiho figure from the past. "Go to class, I have to fill the lesson in a little while," the lecturer firmly said. A man with short curly hair, a wide jaw, a strange look in his eyes, he must not be an ordinary person living on this earth. Cho Ye Joon in Nevan's body escaped out of the Laboratory door. His gaze seemed to be completely blank, straight running past Bellona and Felix who were walking together looking even more surprised by Nevan's very fast escape. "Isn't that Nevan?" Bellona asked curiously.

Aki’s late father was the greatest embodiment of their emblem animal, the Stork, wearing his immaculate-white shōzoku suit and leaping into the flames of the enemy like a giant prehistoric bird that was light and airy yet bursting with life, ultimately sacrificing himself and leaving his loved ones behind. Before Aki realized it, a tear had fallen from the waterline of her eye and blotted the ink on her parchment. Perhaps the calligraphy sensei would understand. She quietly sniffled and wiped the remnant tear away with the long wide sleeve of her white kimono whose knot on the back was as puffed out as a resting stork’s head and shoulder. It took some effort to lift her bowed head to check t

During class, I catch a glimpse of a male figure similar to Vongov's walk past the classroom and I jump out of my seat to see him stalk towards the school's exit. I sprint to the workshop, the door opens and my knees quake at the sight before me.

*"The first class by the right, last floor. I'm waiting. Two minutes, or else…" With my body on the line, I quickly move without delay. The entire floor is empty as I stride through. Goosebumps cram my skin as I arrive in front of the said classroom. At this point, I'm about to turn to leave when strong hands grab mine. Where on earth did he come from? Kiwor. Ayan’s right-hand man. Of course, he’s here! "Not so fast, pretty. Go on, he’s waiting," he motions, leaving me no choice.

He doesn’t even show an ounce of painful facial expression as his bones reset and heal. Arriving in front of the assassin, he grabs him by his neck as he is naked, having been forced to change back into a human shape by the hefty loss of equilibrium. “You will tell me in this instance why you’ve decided to hurt that girl. Who sent you?” When the assassin opens his lips in response to Kade’s command, blood is the only thing that spurts out. He coughs out more of them, the crimson liquid streaming down one side of his lips.

I located the class. Inside, cool air greeted me. The corridors smelled faintly of disinfectant and new paint. I found Room 103. I found the students I met earlier were already inside and new ones. My seat was still reserved. All eyes on me. I summoned courage. I slipped into it, not looking at anyone. The classroom had a large smartboard at the front, clean tables arranged in rows, and posters of human anatomy on the walls. A model skeleton stood in the corner. I placed my folder on the table and glanced around. Most of the students looked. I read their minds swiftly.

“Show me everything. Nothing can be withheld.” The officer assigned to security handed me the keys, and the monitor flickered to life. The hallway appeared, captured in sharp detail. Immediately, I saw the twins entering the frame. Their hands were empty, their movements calm and natural. Inside the classroom, they took only silver-wrapped tissues, nothing more. From the corner of the frame, a teacher lingered near the door, scanning the hallway like she had an ulterior motive. Her presence was strange there, and shatever intent she had was not pure in any way. I studied her carefully as the footage played.

" After that, Sean immediately left for Beverly High School. Fortunately, it was Saturday, and school was out. Therefore, there were no students or teachers in the school. The assassinator took Blake to the fourth floor of Building A. Her hands and feet were tied behind her back, and she had fallen unconscious. Although the explosion hadn't harmed Blake directly, it had still had some impact on her. The assassin was an Orwallian man. He was robust and had a three-inch-long centipede-like scar on the left side of his face, which made him look ferocious. He stared at the unconscious Blake. There was murderous intent lingering in his blue eyes.