Novel & Cerita Assassination Classroom Maehara

Schedule taped inside door. Normal stuff—English, History, Math. Then Supernatural Integration—fire control elective. Coach is a retired wolf Marine—heard he’s tough but fair, runs the class like boot camp. First period—English. Room 212. Teacher human—Mrs. Hale, middle-aged, kind eyes, knows the score in a mixed school. She smiles when I walk in. **Mrs. Hale:** “Mr. Nakamura. Seat in the back—next to Mia.” Mia—quiet werewolf girl, amber eyes, book already open, notebook covered in doodles of moons and paws.

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.

“Oh my God, I know who that is! It took me a minute, but I've seen his picture in the history books in Aurelia.” Now it was my turn to be shocked because wouldn't I have known that too? Not even bothering to see if anyone saw us, Amber and I turned around and glared at Rowan. “Who is it?” Amber demanded as she was glancing between us and the scene unfolding at the front of the classroom. Rowan’s face was turning pale, which I've only ever seen him react like that since we were kids, so I knew whatever it was was serious. “It’s Stefan Kovac!” he blurted out, “he was one of the masterminds behind the massacre at Tanner’s Bluff.”

Juaqin’s POV I am in an abandoned classroom in Emmanuel High School. I just escaped from prison. I am sitting on the broken teacher’s table while holding a Mini Uzi. Right now, I will do what appears to be unthinkable. I must kill students, teachers, and staff of Emmanuel High School. They should also be miserable, just like me. So, I stood up and left the abandoned classroom. Then, I shot every person I saw dead. Elisa’s POV

As the security footage started playing, the woman who gave him the drink was seen in the parking lot. After that, the assassins were already on their way to their room. Once they went inside, there was no footage for a couple of minutes. "We should've installed cameras in here," James muttered in dismay. They watched closely as they saw Keisha running out of their room with her hands tied together.

Everyone’s faces were filled with anger. Although they were confused about what was going on, nothing mattered anymore when they found out that Mia died so brutally. “Are you still not admitting it?” Kiran looked at Barak and sneered. “It has nothing to do with me, so why should I admit it?” Barak continued to lie. Kiran looked at Aoki. “Where’s Mia’s body?” “It seems to be in the toxic pool in his house,” Aoki said with a pale face. How could he not even let the dead rest in peace?

A thousand possibilities rushed through my head, and none of them were good. "What happened?" I asked again. The maid hesitated. Something about her expression made dread settle heavily inside my chest. The silence stretched, too long, far too long. Finally, she whispered. "They killed the man in the detention room." Everything inside me stopped. For one terrifying second, I simply stared. The words didn't register properly. Beside me, Mae tensed. “As in the man who was brought here for stabbing Cecilia?” She asked, just to be sure.

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.

She glanced at the screen, and her expression changed, the kind of shift that makes your stomach sink before you even know why. “What is it?” I asked, my voice sharp with dread. She swallowed, then wordlessly turned the phone toward me. It was a video. Of me. Standing there in the classroom… with blood staining my skirt. Rixa. Of course it was her. “I’m going to deal with that girl,” Mirae snapped, pushing to her feet, fury in every line of her body. I grabbed her wrist before she could storm off. “No…wait…” Her phone buzzed again. She glanced down, then quickly locked the screen, tucking it away, her expression selling her off.

One could easily decipher how the two of them was a couple. "Lee Youngjae," she enunciated, "You never imagined that I will win at the end, did you?" As she closed her eyes, a memory flashed through her eyes. °°° Cheerfully, Mirae opened the door to the classroom the course was being held at and stepped into the room. Her eye wandered around the room in order to search for a familiar figure. Upon noticing him, a wide grin appeared on her face, and she made her way over to him. But something then caught her eyes, causing her to stop in her steps.