Okajima Assassination Classroom の小説・ストーリー

Finally, he asked, “How do you know about that? We walked into two of our people at the Mae Nak Shrine that day. Both of them were college students from Celestial Empire.” “Hehe, how could they be college students?” Juan let out a bitter laugh as he explained, “The group of killers that assassinated my father-in-law were young men and women in their twenties. They were all dressed up as students with harmless appearances, which was why we dropped our guard in the first place. I overheard them mentioning that you contacted the group of killers in advance, and you guys were photographed together. So, that photo serves as hard evidence now.” “What?”

Not because it didn’t bother me—but because I’d learned long ago that silence was more disarming than rebuttal. We stood by the ceremonial shrine as Takeo stepped forward to perform the kotsuage—the bone-picking ceremony. Using long chopsticks, he picked a fragment of Hajime’s cremated remains and placed it into the urn. Renji followed next, less precise, but not careless. I was invited to follow. I hesitated, but one look from Ryuji had me following suit. The room was filled with tension and smoke. Hajime’s soul, if he still lingered, would have known the weight of his absence.

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.

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

At least Lai did not murder any living thing in the classroom. We both walk back to the front corridor and hand the keys to the staff room. After that, the lady teacher with a mysterious glint in her voice approaches us. Maybe the interview is over. "So, how was it? Did you like the class, Miss Sharma?" She stares at her in high hopes.

And with that manner of thinking, he adored school very much and thought the panacea to all his problems lay inside there. He was suddenly out of his mind. He saw no classrooms but two gentlemen approaching him from a distance. They sneered and leered at him. They drew near and were just about to grab him by the neck when he came back to his senses. That sounded quite terrible and left him startled. It did not take too long before he heard the tapping of feet emanating from the left side of the stream of classrooms. He quickly pulled up himself behind the manera tree. After a while, two gents walked up behind the classroom. Okayo closed his eyes tightly and withheld his breath. The men were

Noah used the web site search engine to find news stories about the Righteous Path and their bomb attack on the power plant. Noah typed in "Righteous Path" and hit enter. Immediately, the results appeared. Several articles came up, all of them reporting the bombing attempt and Sakurai's death. One article reported that a Righteous Path member named Ikuo Tohyama was arrested after shooting dead a policeman and wounding three others. Noah skimmed the story quickly, then made a few calls to confirm its accuracy. When he finished, Noah felt sick.

If left to them, the three of them would have taken poor me to a solarium or something equally weird. Shaking my head to dispel memories of that day, I performed my ritual of blowing them a kiss and then took my books and slammed my locker shut. I got to class after Mr Yukino, our Japanese American English teacher. He tilted his head towards the owl clock on the wall and cocked his brow in question. Leave it to him not to come out and ask me why I was late.

Said Jun's editor complaining as he came up to sit in front of them. Yusuke Kajima was one of the president's victimized employees, He was probably suffering from the same fate as Kimiko but he didn't seem to be troubled about it, or rather he doesn't seem to notice it. He was the type of easygoing who would be used without being able to realize that he was being used. Which made him the perfect pawn for the president and it was probably convenient more often than not for Jun too.

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…