How Old Is Nagisa Assassination Classroom の小説・ストーリー

ASH'S POV A few days have passed since what happened at our hangout place. No one tried to bring up that topic again. I was walking to the classroom when I saw Akisha walking alone. I was surprised when suddenly something came up to her. A kunai! Sh*t! I was about to run to rescue her when she suddenly bowed. It was as if she was tying something on her shoes, but there was nothing wrong with her shoes. It just depends on whether she lied to us about how weak her senses are. As I followed her, I did not realize that we were in the classroom. Until now, the murder of Miss Salvacion is still being talked about, and until now it has not been possible to determine the culprit. Soon, Sir Rios arri

"You have a choice: end her misery quickly with a stab to the heart, or leave her to die a prolonged death." His words hung in the air, a chilling echo of the grim choice before me. After that, my memory became a blur, a maelstrom of confusion and despair. The next thing I knew, I was walking out of Nicholas's room, alone, my mind a cacophony of turmoil and disbelief. Entering my room, I sat on the bed, alone and engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions. ‘I can't discern what I'm feeling. It's overwhelming.’ Nadine's voice suddenly cut through the silence from a corner. "Your first time killing someone?" She approached and sat beside me, her expression empathetic. "I remember my first kill when I

-__- They are obviously excited to graduate. You might be wondering? Did our class literally last more than a year? Do you still remember? that the first day of school of Negacu University where I study was on February 13, 2020? and our graduation was supposed to be in November 2020 and what date is it now? Um, Right! It's February 17, 2021. so, this is the reason, there was one time we had a terror subject teacher in Math and that teacher was none other than the teacher who said goodbye in front of us just now, Yes you are right! He is the teacher who is excited to announce that the exam in his subject will be tomorrow. -__- so that's it, I could still remember we were surprised because he

Nangong Yuan Zhu turned his head to look at other places of the hall but he never saw Wei Zhi Yin. After confirming that he is really not in the hall anymore, Nangong Yuan Zhi expressionless face became gloomy as he thought, 'Don't tell me the assassination is really related to him? Those ruthless expression that he saw in those eyes are not fake. But why? Is his target the Seventh Princess? But that's impossible. He's only 16 years old this year and there's no way he can hire hundreds of of assassins.'

' I shuddered at the thought. Soon I found myself standing in front of the isolated class of our school it was the class where no one came. There was a rumor about this class. That a kid had committed suicide in this room after failing the tenth class. Her name was probably Jannat. And it was said from then on a few more kids had died without any extra evidence.

now let move to our lesson but the lessons won't take your time,just some minutes before the police arrive for more investigation,so everyone let begin" 30minutes later I sigh the class looks so oo cold,everyone with their own thinking,I know some of them is afraid,who wouldn't be afterall someone was murdered but wait i left for just one and half hour and she was murdered that strange according to Akira she left 30minutes after I left,and came back 15 minutes early than me

Then, just as the blackness threatened to swallow me whole— "Student, you forgot your blazer." A voice, deep and guttural, cut through the suffocating air. Naomi vanished into the air. I gasped, bolting upright, clawing at my throat. The cold lingered fingers still curled around my windpipe. Then my eyes landed on him. Mr. Bong. The school security guard. The man who had been found murdered in our classroom fifteen years ago. He stood above me, his mangled head lolling at an unnatural angle. Blood oozed down his crushed temple, one eye bulging from its socket, barely hanging on by a thread of muscle.

“Okay, can I get to know this very legitimate reason why a bunch of trained assassins have to start a fight? Oh my god, is the poor guy even alive? How much did you hit him?” “The reason is very reasonable, in fact, you would smack that bitch ass to oblivion if you heard it?” “So it all started when we got to school first. We were assigned to the same class, and after we were done introducing ourselves, one godforsaken male student tripped Nika.” Neil said angrily. “Nika almost fell but then Nicky caught her, then the boohoo decided to laugh. Like what was so funny? I smacked his damn head and I got sent to the principal's office.” Nora chimed in from the side.

Including the 2-F class which previously had 27 students now has only 13 left. Alisa Garbareva, one of the 2-F class students who survived the deadly incident, walked while holding a bouquet of flowers wrapped in a black carton. Wearing an all-black dress, the Telhi girl walked in front of a photo of a smiling, long-haired student. She placed the flowers right in front of the photo that said ‘Frenska Albertovia’ in the Archipelrunska runes. “Sob... sob...”

I hate history subjects so much. A few moments later. "you can now enter the room."- He began to enter the room and go straight in front of us. "Hello, Class A. I am Mizuki Inei, Twenty-six years old, I am formerly from Tokyo High school, and I am your new history teacher. Nice to meet you all. Please treat me well."