Class 3-E all admire a group of Teenagers who are famous online for music. The teenagers are all the same age as the students of Class 3-E. There are 26 of them.
When the class talks about their idols, Korosensei walks in and butts in, and they soo...
"He's an extremely skilled assassin. No one could run from him. If he saw someone he wanted to kill, they would die eventually, but only by his hand." Izayoi said.
"That's right. And he's not dead. They must have found out somehow." Erina said.
"Wait, he's alive?" Irina asked.
"His death was fake. It was so he could settle down with his family." Tristan said.
"You've met him?" Karasuma asked.
"He's Akita's father." Yuzuru said. Everyone's eyes went wide as they gasped.
Chapter Twenty Eight: Finding the Students.
"What do you mean he's Akita's father?" Nagisa asked with sweat running down his face and shock in his eyes.
"Just that. Akita is the daughter of the once deadly assassin, Arihito Azumi, also known as The Bloodlust assassin." Tristan explained as he folded his arms while looking at Nagisa with a serious expression in his eyes.
"So that must be it. Her blood lust comes from her father." Korosensei said to himself as he stood further away from the others, thinking about Akita, as well as the assassin. An image of a dark figure with glowing red eyes then appeared in Korosensei's mind as he fell into deep thought. "How long has it been, blood lust assassin? Nearly 16 years?"
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His thoughts were then disturbed as Irina forcfully pulled out a draw which had guns and blades inside. This made Korosensei jump as he was right next to the draw. When he looked down he turned into panic mode because of the children having to use real weapons.
"We better be prepared if they plan on luring Mr Azumi here by using Akita. They must be trying to kill him." Erina said as she began to hand out the weapons to the students. She didn't even care that Korosensei was freaking out in the corner.
"Wait. Do we get to use some of these weapons?" Taiga asked as he was given a gun by the female teacher. Erina nodded her head with a frown, showing how serious she was.
"It's for the best. Chose something you're confident with. No messing around. This is serious." Erina said with a serious tone of voice.
"Yes Erina-Sensei." The students said as they began to pick other weapons to take with them. Nagisa and Ai were standing next to each other as they began to go through a draw together. Nagisa's attention was then claimed by Ayato as he heard a noise.
"What's that?" Nagisa asked as he looked at Ayato, who had picked up a weapon. Ai turned his head to look before turning his head to Nagisa. "That's a knuckle knife." Ai explained ebfore he continued to go through the draws. "A knuckle knife?" Nagisa questioned as he looked at the shorter male, who nodded his nodded.
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"That would be best for Ayato, since he is mostly skilled in hand to hand combat." Ai explained as he looked through the draw which only seemed to be knives in packaging. "What are you specialized in?" Nagisa asked curiously with a smile on his face. "I'm best at long distance. I haven't got a strong body like Ayato or Hiedo since I'm still quite short." Ai explained with a sigh. "But I can do sneak attacks." He added as he looked up at the next draw.
"That's always useful." Nagisa said with sweat running down his cheek, awkward laughter leaving his lips. Ai nodded his head.
. . .
Karasuma walked out of the ban, making sure no one was around. When he saw that there was no one around, he did a signal and everyone else got off the van. They then all walked causciusly to the building. After finally entering the building, they walked down the dark halls cautiously. They made it through the first hall, but as they entered the second one, they found four different halls connected to it.
"Err... Which one do we take?" Tristan asked with a blank expression resting on his face as he stared at the different paths. All the students had sweat run down their faces when they saw the paths.
"Let's split up. 1 teacher with each group." Karasuma explained as he stood in front of everyone and folded his arms.
Irina's Group:
Yuma Isogai. Taiga Okijima. Hinata Okano. Manami Okuda. Ai Eita. Megu Kataoka. Kaede Kayano. Rio Nakamura. Hunter Yurino.
Maemi Nozomu Kirara Hazama Yuzuki Fuwa Hiroto Maehara Koki Mura Itona Horibe Taisei Yoshida Toka Yada Akito Daichiro Izayoi Imari
The four groups went down a different hallway, armed and ready for anything that's going to come their way. The teachers all had a phone and walkie-talkie in case anything bad was to happen to the group. That way the others can run down the corridors to aid them.
In Irina's group...
"Keep your guard up kids. You don't know who we'll bump into around the next corner." Irina explained in a serious tone of voice. All the students followed her, watching her in a daze as they have never seen the bitchy teacher act so professional and serious before.
"Hey, wait." Hunter said as he stopped Irina by holding her arm. Irina turned her head to the boy who looked down the corridor with a serious expression resting on his face.
"What's wrong?" Irina asked with a raised eyebrow. Hunter walked in front of Irina and raised his head. He did sniffing sounds, making it look like he was sniffing the air with his eyes closed. Everyone watched the male in confusion, however they jumped when Hunter flinched back.
"What's wrong Hunter?" Yuma asked in worried tone of voice, sweat running down his face.
"Run if you want to live!" Hunter shouted as he ran past them at full speed. The rest of the group looked at him oddly, watching him run down the corridor. "There's an explosives! The timer is ticking! We have a few seconds left!" Hunter explained while shouting in panic. The group then began to run after him and ran out of the hall when there was an explosion and the hall collapsed.
