Okajima Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

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.

"A terrible sadness has gripped our people for as long as I have been Keeper. I found it lurking in the shadowy corners of my office when I was elevated. I now imagine it haunted my predecessors for some time as well. At least I will pass on knowing the name of our assassin." "The assassin is right here," Fatima spewed her hate at me. "You are correct," Krasimira chuckled. "The assassin is indeed in this room. Its name is A****n. I need a moment, please." She stood and walked to the doors. What she wanted didn't take long at all. "Gun," we heard her request. The magazine fell to the ground. The sole bullet did not follow. Krasimira walked tenderly into the office as if every step tore like f

“Her name is Noriko Yamaguchi, one of the assassins from the Island Nations’ Shindan Way. She’s experienced in using firearms, especially sniper rifles, and it’s said that her marksmanship can be listed as the world’s top ten. “She was recently sent to Mordu along with many other professionals from the Shindan Way. “But these people don’t even know of each other’s existence. That’s why she’s unsure about the rest who came. “She serves directly under Sakura Miyamoto. “Sakura was the one who ordered the assassination. “You completely disgraced Hector Thompson at the auction hall. “Then, you walked out of the police station unscathed, proving Sakura’s efforts to be a huge joke. “Ordering your a

I grumbled to myself, repulsed by the beast. Kazuo's laughter would come out of nowhere "Isn't it? Then I should've just killed him for you. Hahaha..." He was staring at me, but I shifted my gaze away from him. "Will you please cease yourself for saying such a thing?" I muttered. Returning to reality, my classmates are still here, gathering in front of me. "Mr. Ukeda, what a pity. Consider it, guys. Mr. Ukeda was sickened not only by her appearance but also by what she had done to him!"

She raised a finger and did some gestures to make the whole close snap out of their gaze. "We'll leave the introduction for later and just start the lesson" She said while walking over to the board to write the subject and the title. "Nice ass" Kazuma said unknowingly, after realizing what he said he close his mouth with his palm in shock at what he just said before. "What!!" Hearing this Kazuma looked up at Akane with a sorry kind of expression all written on his face. "Go out of my class and wait for me in my office, you're up for detention throughout today"

Ashley looked around to make sure no one heard Maggie. “This isn’t something I am happy about, okay? I’m a murderer.” “No! You should be happy. If you didn’t kill him, then he would have killed you without thinking twice.” Ashley sighed and nodded. “I know, I just need time to believe that. Not all of them are evil though.” Before Maggie could respond, the door opened and their history lecturer walked in with lot of question papers in his hand. “Good day class, we would be having a quick test today… pass this to the back.” He instructed, placing the question booklets on the table of the students in front.

The midday sun blazed like an overzealous spotlight on a stage, casting long shadows across the kindergarten playground. A whistle blew, and the doors to Classroom 1-B flung open. Children tumbled out with the chaotic energy of a Wall Street opening bell, their laughter and shrieks echoing like a stampede of tiny investors. Amid the noise, one figure remained calm—composed, calculating. Takuto Kimura, age five, adjusted his invisible tie and leaned against the jungle gym with arms folded. His eyes, shaded beneath the brim of a snapback worn backwards with tactical precision, scanned the playground like a battlefield commander preparing for market war.

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

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.