Kanzaki Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

"Kenzo, what do you mean? This isn't funny! Let go of— " Again, Khanza had not had time to finish her sentence, when suddenly, Kenzo's body just slipped away. The shocked and panicked Khanza could only scream for a moment, before trying to restrain Kenzo's athletic body. She let herself decay along with Kenzo who suddenly fell unconscious. With great difficulty, Khanza reached for her cell phone that was in the pocket of her jeans and called Keanu. In the corner of the classroom, staring at Khanza and Kenzo, Ven's transparent figure appeared. Ven clenched his hands and looked away. The guy lowered his head and his jaw tightened. Tears just flowed and Ven decided to sit back and hug both knee

' 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.

Police cars and ambulances wailed, blocking off the entire lecture hall area of the History department. A female student had jumped from a building, committing suicide. The victim was none other than Annie Foster. All students from the Art History class were asked to stay and give statements, as they were among the last people to have contact with the victim. Zoe stood in a corner of the hallway, silently observing. Her face was as expressionless as ever, only slightly paler. She recalled Annie’s desperate cry at noon, her hand curling slightly. If she had done something then, Annie might not have died...

Ezaki grew more nervous and uneasy. Kiran dragged Ezaki over to the crowd, threw him down with a thud, and said, "Speak up." "Huh?" Ezaki cried out in pain, grimacing. "Speak up!" The crowd shouted at Ezaki. Ezaki trembled with fear. As he was rolling his eyes and contemplating what to say, he saw the murderous look in Kiran’s eyes and hurriedly said, "I… I am Ezaki, from Yasuda Corporation in Sunland. According to Chairman Konta Yasuda's arrangement, I came to find someone to assassinate Kiran..."

They hadn’t found anything nor had encountered anyone. “Still, this feels unreal. He wouldn’t just ask for help and ditch us. At least he didn’t seem like that… Damn you Seirei! Where are you?” and Ayame looks outside the window in the classroom they were in. The classroom they were in was the same one where Seirei had murdered the kappa. When they entered the classroom only the blood remained. It was almost as if someone had carried away the dead kappa outside the window from the second floor. After an hour or so, Makimi wakes up and tells Ayame to take rest.

"And she retired the next day." My friends were still listening. I can see Nathan holding his phone, facing its back side towards Lily. Did he recording our conversation? Such smart... Lily continued by saying, "That day after the assassination marked the darkest days of our school." She heaved a sigh before continuing. "Priam ghosted every staffs that were involved in his assassination." Mom... Mom was also included in the assassination, right? So, she was also ghosted that time.. even she was retired. "Why was he assassinated?"

Part 46 ||An ending due to a feeling of weakness|| Mr.Tanaka again took a deep breath, their school was again haunted by this murder case. If you can count, in the last few months. There have been 4 student victims with the same injuries, and 1 student victim. However, specifically for Kyler's case, his student council members were able to handle the indigo girl as a witness. But especially for a case like the one in front of him right now, Tanaka really didn't know what to do. Because he is as confused as the police investigating this case.

asked Kanzuka. "Yes of course, is there a problem? Wasn't our first uncle great at interrogating other people? Hahaha .... did the four of you just show frightened faces? ”said Kazame while pointing at the four assassins.

Zosha said in a grim tone. Hearing such words from a twelve-year-old was more painful than watching students practicing on live subjects. The glass labs transitioned into lecture rooms filled with students. There were lectures in progress in all those rooms. Zosha ran to a lecture room’s back door and peeped inside. I peeped inside through the ajar door. Following Zosha’s gaze, I spotted Kieth, who was attending the lecture. He might have teleported here. Zosha wilted, her eyes welling up. She was about to close the door when…

“This afternoon, when Ms. Zinn put on a Doraemon cartoon for us, Miss Never sat right there with us. She even taught us how to make a Bamboo-copter.” That made me pull up the class surveillance footage again. I watched it over and over. Aside from Ms. Zinn, there was no other adult in sight. Meanwhile, the group chat had already exploded. Alice’s mother, Mrs. Lane, complained: [Ms. Zinn, was it you who showed them that cartoon? My daughter only started talking nonsense after she watched it!] [If your teachers did not tell her, how else would she know to grab two forks and pretend they were Bamboo-copters?]