Novel & Cerita Main Character Of Assassination Classroom

As I nodded, we walked away from there to get to our classroom. Upon entering the room, we sat down in the front while I kept moving my legs in nervousness wondering if he would actually kill me for just slapping his face when suddenly I saw my to-be murderer, Zayn walking inside the classroom with Eric and some other guys. He looked at me with his eyes still filled with rage and I immediately looked down to try to ignore his look. He walked towards my row and I gulped and breathed heavily but as he walked past me to get to the back of the class, I took a sigh of relief and waited for Mr. Liam to enter the class.

“Every man bleeds. Every man dies. Including this Knight.” Barbie’s nails dug crescents into her palms beneath the table. The pain kept her rooted in the moment, “So why?” she pressed. “Why go after him if you don’t even know who he is?” Her uncle leaned forward, steepling his fingers, his grin spreading wide. His teeth were sharp, his eyes hungrier than any wolf. “Because if the rumors are even a little bit true, then assassinating him will be your most challenging task yet.” Barbara couldn’t believe her ears.

I told myself I would leave him alone. For now. Because I had other things to focus on. Like my final exams. It felt ridiculous—me, Silvia, an assassin, sitting in a classroom like an ordinary student. Balancing equations, analyzing literature, calculating statistics—all while knowing that outside these walls, I was someone else entirely. Someone deadly. But I never let my two worlds collide. Even when I was covered in blood and my hands were sore from gripping the hilt of a knife too tightly, I still made sure to study.

“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.

Dante followed me out of the auditorium the second Thorne dismissed the class for a brief intermission. We pushed through the double doors, bypassing the crowded main hallway and slipping into an empty, glass-walled study room near the back of the building. I locked the door immediately, dropping my messenger bag onto the conference table and bracing my hands against the edge. The adrenaline from the public confrontation finally peaked, sending a rushing sensation through my ears. We had just survived a carefully crafted assassination attempt on our academic careers, successfully turning the entire room against the person who orchestrated the attack. Dante dropped his jacket onto a chair and

His shirt seemed to be missing the top buttons, exposing the scar that ran across his chest. “He can have the chair.” “Really?” Theo shook hands with him. “Thank you, bro.” I locked gazes with Tristan, seeing through the game he was trying to play. He was trying to get into my head, but I wouldn't let him. I had too much crazy in my life already. He stood by the wall, still staring even when I looked away. “Good morning all,” the principal started. “I believe most of you already heard of the gruesome murder that two of our students stumbled into.”

They threw sharp, unfriendly glances her way, but Claudia ignored them completely, focusing on the teacher instead. “You— the new student,” the teacher called gently, pointing at her. “Please come forward and introduce yourself.” Claudia stood. “My name is Claudia Jackson,” she said simply. “Nice to meet you all.” Then she returned to her seat. A loud hiss broke the calm. Tina. The teacher paused briefly, then continued as if nothing had happened. “Today’s topic focuses on recent events in Italy,” she began. The class grew attentive. “There have been multiple assassinations targeting high- ranking officials. The attacker is a serial killer known as Striker.”

In the next second, she reappears, hooked on the pointy part of the high pole that connects to the classroom ceiling, screaming in abject terror before her body hits the stone floor at the front of the classroom with a loud crack. Dead, killed by the Vel Morin…

She thought carefully and dawdled on this part for more than ten minutes. Jacob glanced at the time. "Time is almost up." Finally, Ashley still relied on her own efforts to find the key and left the room. The two came out, returned the school cards to the boss, and took back their cell phones by the way. After listening to the boss explain the story very responsibly, they left the store. Ashley still has some thoughts. "It is quite frightening after hearing the whole story." Jacob, "Wm-hmm" ‘The plot of was that a student is subjected to campus violence and then can't stand to commit suicide. Then we were and used to be perpetrators, so we were invited to the classmate reunion. "

But right now. I release another arrow near the emergency exit located at the top of the stairs when it was burned to ashes by a fireball. "Looks like I managed to lure some big fishes," I stated once four hooded figures emerged from the shadows. Their aura is way different than any of the other B-class assassins that have surrounded the school. "Hmm... Ah! You are the son of the assassins of the white clan, right? What's your name again? Was it Hans something?" a female voice mocked as they took a step down the stairs.