Bab 37: Chapter 30 - Introductions
A/N:
Sup guys. Here's the next chapter.
Since I only upload a chapter once a week with my current schedule, I'm gonna start writing longer chapters to compensate for the wait. For example, this one is around 3600 words long. About more than double the average chapter's word count.
Due to the large amount of characters that will be featured, I'll be using a 3rd person perspective a lot more. If I didn't do that, only a few characters would receive proper development, and that's something I'm reluctant to accept.
Please comment on any grammatical mistake or sentences/words that don't fit or make sense. I finished writing this with only 5 hours of sleep, so my brain's not working at full capacity and I might have missed some things in my editing.
As always, thanks for reading, and enjoy the chapter!
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Within the wooden classroom of Class 3-E, the students whispered among themselves.
"Eh." Nakamura, a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, frowned in confusion. "Another new teacher? It's only been a few days since Bitch-sensei got here."
"Since he's here, he's probably going to try to assassinate Koro-sensei," added Kurahashi, an orange-haired female student with green eyes.
"Damn, he looks intimidating. Just look at how massive he is!" commented Okajima, a male student with a buzz cut. "Hey, you guys think that eyepatch is real?"
Jason stood with his Deathstroke disguise at the front of the class with Karasuma, Irina, and Koro-sensei standing nearby. He donned a form-fitting, black turtleneck under a tailored, cream-colored blazer with matching dress slacks and shoes.
He and Karasuma ironed out the details of their contract yesterday, and if he were to successfully assassinate Koro-sensei, he would get the 10 billion Yen or 70 million USD reward. Jason even gave them his real name, "Slade Wilson", but not before telling them they won't find anything more than what he wanted them to know.
After that, he fished Karasuma for answers to the questions he had. Jason had no issues spying on Koro-sensei and Karasuma from up close with his new stealth ability, compounded with his own mastery of stealth. But despite his best efforts, he could only gather limited information from overhearing conversations and observing the situation himself. There were still so many puzzle pieces he was missing.
Why did Koro-sensei decide to teach Class 3-E? He said he was born and raised on Earth, but that meant he was human before turning into his current form. If so, what was his human identity and what caused his transformation? A science experiment gone wrong?
With some deep investigation, he found out a few interesting pieces of information. At that thought, Jason took a quick glance at Kaede Kayano, a petite female student with dyed green hair.
Unfortunately, there were roadblocks that prevented him from finding out more. For now, his best way of gaining information was being in proximity to Koro-sensei and the class. In the worst-case scenario of Koro-sensei having evil intentions, he'll initiate the contingency plan he'd developed already.
But Jason didn't want it to come to that because, based on what he'd seen so far, the students truly were improving under his teaching. And Koro-sensei also genuinely seemed to care about them.
Karasuma loudly cleared his throat, silencing the class and gaining their full attention. "Allow me to introduce you to your new Science teacher."
Taking that as his cue, Jason stepped forward and introduced himself. "My name is Slade Wilson, but you can simply call me Will."
"I understand that having another teacher joining us so soon is unusual, but there's a good reason for it. Wilson-san came highly recommended, and he offers a wealth of expertise and scientific knowledge we thought would be helpful in your education." Karasuma turned to Koro-sensei. "Similar to last time, he will take over some of your Science lessons. Do you have any objections?"
Koro-sensei gave a warm and encouraging smile. "Oh, no objections at all! I'm always open to new opportunities for my dear students' education. Besides, having Wilson-san share his experience and knowledge sounds like a delightful addition to their learning! After all, learning is a journey, and the more minds to inspire, the merrier! So, Wilson-sensei, welcome aboard."
Koro-sensei offered his right tentacle with two… fingertips… for a handshake. Jason raised an eyebrow before shaking it with his hand.
"Never thought I'd ever shake hands with an octopus."
"Nuruhuhuhu! There is always a first time for even the most bizarre of events."
Jason looked up at Koro-sensei and smiled in response, his hand still grasping the tentacle. "I guess so. Hey, do you mind if I tested something out?"
"Hm? And what do you wish to put to the test?" inquired Koro-sensei with genuine curiosity, his beady white eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"This."
Jason tightened his grip—holding it with literal metric tons of force—and held on when he felt Koro-sensei instantly trying to back away. It was like trying to grab a slimy eel, but with the right application of force, it wasn't an issue. 'Hmm. His head is too far. I'll just take out his tentacle.'
Jason pulled out the hand tucked in his pocket, revealing the green, anti-sensei rubber knife he had hidden. Holding the knife blade up, his arm struck the tentacle like a viper, accelerating from zero to near maximum speed. It cut through the tentacle like a hot knife through butter, creating a straight cut down the middle. The tentacle fell to the ground and melted while emitting some type of smoke. Immediately after, Koro-sensei quickly backed away at an incredible speed.
Jason pretended he wasn't able to follow Koro-sensei's movements, but it would be laughably easy to do.
Regenerating his tentacle, Koro-sensei now looked at him with extreme caution. He didn't even need Cassandra's body language reading to know that the octopus was wondering about what had just happened.
'So I can still hit him as long as I hold him down and strike fast. He, surprisingly, lacks the strength to pull away from my grip.'
Jason showed a friendly smile. "I look forward to working with you, Koro-sensei."
'Let's keep testing the waters, shall we?'
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Nagisa Shiota stared in shock with wide eyes. In one moment, Will-sensei and Koro-sensei were shaking hands, but in less than a blink of an eye, Koro-sensei's tentacle had suddenly exploded. Then they realized Will-sensei used an anti-sensei knife, but exactly when did he take it out? And how did he manage to hit Koro-sensei?
There was a moment of silence before his classmates exploded into a commotion, feeling just as shocked as him.
"Hoh… He got Koro-sensei's tentacle with such a straightforward approach? I'm impressed." Karma held his chin with a smile on his face.
"Wow… I didn't even see his arm move at all! Did you see it, Nagisa?" Kaede asked with excitement in her eyes.
Nagisa shook his head in a daze.
His gaze shifted back and forth between Will-sensei and Koro-sensei. Will-sensei put the knife on the teacher's table while Koro-sensei stared at him with his back to the wall.
The extreme caution with which Koro-sensei looked at Will-sensei was undeniable. Drops of sweat could be seen on his head and his smile had turned into a straight line. It was Nagisa's first time seeing Koro-sensei that startled from having a tentacle get taken out. Not even what Karma did in the past got him that shaken.
Nagisa's gaze settled on Will-sensei. He tried to comprehend how the man hit Koro-sensei's tentacle in such a direct manner when not even Karma, Bitch-sensei, or Karasuma-sensei could. They were the three most combat-capable people in the class, as far as he knew, but it looked like he should probably add Will-sensei to the top of the list.
'Just who is our new teacher?'
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Karasuma stared at his table in thought. He and Irina left while Wilson-san stayed behind, wanting to observe the class for a moment. Koro-sensei had a slightly tense face when he heard that.
"Karasuma, just who the hell is the new guy?" Irina asked, slamming her hands on her table.
Karasuma opened his mouth, but closed it again as he debated on what to tell her.
She growled in annoyance at his silence. "Come on, tell me. He can't just be some run-of-the-mill assassin! For god's sake, he took out one of the pervert's tentacles with a knife, something neither of us have managed to—!"
"The man is an assassin, just like you, but it would be more accurate to call him a vigilante," Karasuma interrupted with his hands interlocking, covering his lower face. "The ministry of defense first got word of him when Tokyo's law enforcement received reports of a long string of murders from an anonymous source. Murderers, infamous drug dealers, rapists, and pedophiles—he left none of them alive."
She furrowed her brows. "That's quite the list. He definitely sounds like a vigilante based on what you're saying. So, how many did he kill?"
Karasuma paused for a moment as he remembered the number. "He killed 60 people in 48 hours all across Tokyo, with more than double left alive, but suffering from crippling injuries."
Irina's eyes widened in shock. "But that's… How is that possible? Such a high kill count in that amount of time is difficult to achieve, even for assassins like my mentor."
Karasuma shook his head. "We don't know how either. What we DO know is that he's capable of murdering people with exceptional efficiency, with only one or two people being able to get a glimpse of him. In summary, he's dangerous. Extremely dangerous."
She raised an eyebrow at his severe tone.
"You sound as if you've experienced being his target."
Hearing her words, Karasuma frowned, having been reminded of his experience. "That's because you're right. Mostly."
"Oh? How did it go?" she asked, her curiosity peaked. She sat down in her chair to get more comfortable.
"The man somehow snuck past all forms of security in the police headquarters and got into my office. He even knew about me, despite the fact that any information pertaining to me should have been well-guarded by the government." Karasuma held his throat and vividly recalled the cold touch of Deathstroke's blade.
"Take this as advice based on experience. Do NOT give him a reason to kill you. He can get behind you and take your life in a literal blink of an eye, even when he's on the opposite side of the room. What frightens me the most is that we don't know his full capabilities. As far as I know, what he showed me could've just been a small showcase of what he could do."
"I see… He's certainly a frightening man." A worried frown settled on Irina's face. "I understand hiring ME, but don't you think having someone like him around the students is rather reckless?"
"I know, but my superiors are running out of options. The only reason we were able to get in contact with you was due to your mentor. Japan doesn't have any connections to assassins aside from him, so locating one inside our country was a godsend to them. And I doubt he'll be leaving anytime soon after what he did earlier. I have to report it and they'll know he's capable, which means…"
"Which means they're likely to extend his stay indefinitely."
Karasuma nodded in agreement.
Just as the conversation finished, the bell rang, signalling the start of PE, his subject. Karasuma stood up and straightened his tie in preparation.
They heard a powerful gust of wind before the door to the teacher's office slid open.
The yellow octopus entered the room and seemed to be back to his casual, smiling self. "Ah, another day of productive learning for my students."
"I'm off to class," Karasuma said as he walked past Koro-sensei.
Perhaps—with Deathstroke's help—they could finally assassinate the octopus once and for all.
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3rd Person POV:
Watching the students train on the field shouting and grunting from the top of a grassy slope, Jason felt nostalgic.
Memories of training in the Batcave shuffled in his mind like a compilation of short movies clips. Of course, it wasn't like the training class 3-E was doing. Bruce's training was far more intense and rigorous.
Acrobatics, Stealth, Martial Arts, Science, Psychology, Criminology, Escapology, the works.
As embarrassing as it was to admit, the training had made him let a tear out once or twice. Bruce was absolutely brutal and wouldn't be satisfied until you applied 100% of your effort. And the older he got, the more Bruce would ramp up the difficulty.
Then again, it was all a necessity if he wanted to keep up with Batman on the streets of Gotham, and the training served him well even until now.
Ironically, though, now it was HIS turn to be the teacher.
"Hey, teach. Not interested in joining in?"
A voice chimed from his left. It was Karma Akabane, a talented and quick-witted student, and the first one to damage Koro-sensei with clever ploys until the octopus adapted. He also had the tendency to skip classes and had a record of violence. A victim of Kunugigaoka's system that heavily favoured excelling students to the point that they'd ignore bullying.
"Akabane-san, was it? What about you?" Jason crossed his arms, continuing to observe. Having taken off his blazer, Karasuma deflected and dodged knife blows from two students skillfully. "Shouldn't you be joining in on the training?"
Karma had a smile on his face as he lazily watched, sitting on the grassy slope. But despite his apparent laziness, Jason could tell the boy was committing Karasuma's movements to memory.
"Nah, it's a lot more enjoyable when you watch from the sidelines," Karma replied. "Besides, I wanted to know how you took out one of Koro-sensei's tentacles. No one has managed to do it the way you did. He'd always dodge out of the way before you can even touch him."
"That's something I'll keep to myself. Wouldn't want you kids to swipe that 10 billion yen bounty from me using my own strategy, now would I?"
Karma shrugged, a bit disappointed. "That's fair. But to cut his tentacle that fast… You must be pretty strong."
Jason shrugged, playing down his abilities. "I've had some good training."
Karma raised an eyebrow at him, seemingly intrigued. "Good training, huh? Mind giving me a couple of pointers?"
"I don't mind teaching you a few things, but I'm not your PE teacher, so it's not my decision to make."
"Don't worry. I'll take care of that."
"Yosh." Karma stood up, patting the grass of his pants, and headed towards Karasuma, with Jason just behind him.
"Oiii," Karma called out while cupping a hand to his mouth.
Karasuma, Maehara, and Isogai stopped their spar. They put down their knives and looked at the approaching Karma.
"What is it?" asked Karasuma as he turned towards Karma.
"Just wondering if you'd let me and Will-sensei have a little spar." Karma pointed a thumb behind him. "He said he wouldn't mind giving me some pointers."
Karasuma hummed in thought and stared at Jason for a moment before nodding. "Alright." He turned back to Jason with a look of warning in his eyes. "Go easy on them."
Raising an eyebrow in response, Jason wondered if he should've given Karasuma a different impression of him. He had no intention of getting into a serious fight with a kid.
An excited glint shone in Karma's eyes after realizing the implications and subtext in his words.
"Hey, dude. You sure you want to take on the teacher who took out Koro-sensei's tentacle during their first time meeting?" Maehara asked, aiming a skeptical look at Karma. "He's a literal tank!"
Karma's smile didn't falter as he walked back. "Relax. We're just going to spar. Plus, at least you guys get to see what the new teacher is made of."
Jason took off his blazer and held it up to Isogai. "Could you hold this for me?"
"Sure, uh, Will-sensei." Isogai nodded and held the blazer. It looked comically huge in his arms. "Damn, what size are his clothes?" He muttered to himself.
"Thanks."
After hearing that Karma was going to spar their new teacher, the students stopped their own spars in favor of watching Karma's. They were no doubt wondering about their new teacher's fighting capabilities. And after seeing him cut Koro-sensei's tentacle, they had high expectations.
"Are you sure you're in a good condition to fight with only one eye, sensei?" Karma asked while he performed arm stretches.
"You don't have to worry about me. Worry about yourself," answered Jason.
"If you say so. But would you care for a wager, sensei?" Karma moved on to leg stretches. "If I hit you once in under a minute, you tell us how you got Koro-sensei's tentacle."
"And what will you be doing if you don't hit me?" replied Jason.
"I won't skip school next month," Karma answered, grinning.
'An unfair wager, huh?' thought Jason.
Jason snorted in amusement, tying his neck-length white hair into a short ponytail. "Alright, I accept. But I'll make it easier for you. I'll give you two minutes. And even if you're only able to graze my hair or brush my clothes, you win, so don't be afraid to go all out."
When they heard that, the surrounding crowd of students erupted in excited and worried whispers.
Karasuma silently observed the fight with crossed arms. Back in the school building, Irina and Koro-sensei watched from the hallway.
Karma's grin widened. He always wanted the chance to go all out. "Deal."
"Great. The fight starts now," Jason said nonchalantly as he put his hands in his pockets, confusing everyone.
Taking his opportunity, Karma dashed forward—closing the distance quickly. He knew Will-sensei was underestimating him, so he thought he could use that to his advantage.
"You're fast." Jason sidestepped to the left, dodging a right cross. "But you telegraph your moves," he continued, leaning back just enough to dodge Karma's left hook.
Karma clicked his tongue, backing away for a moment before rushing in once more.
Jason sidestepped another hook. "Rotate your hips just a bit more when you do that."
He ducked beneath a high side kick. "Decrease the wind-up of your kick and use your arms to build momentum."
Karasuma's eyebrows knit together as he observed the spar. 'He's dodging each blow exceptionally well while using the least amount of movement necessary. From our perspective, it looks like Karma-kun is getting quite close to hitting him, but that's just an illusion. Deathstroke's not backing away, but neither is he getting closer. He's always maintaining the same distance between them. He's doing all of it with restrained arms and while he's giving advice, which should have messed with his sense of balance and split his concentration. That's not even considering his lack of depth perception.'
Karasuma couldn't help but have respect for Deathstroke's fighting skill. 'Even I would have a hard time evading that in his condition.'
Their spar received everyone's rapt attention. Will-sensei especially. He moved with such grace and ease that they were mesmerised by him. Compared to him, Karma's movements looked sloppy.
Midway through, Karma tried going for grabs instead. Yet not even that strategy worked.
As the fight dragged on, Karma began to lose stamina. Added to his mounting impatience and frustration, it only made his blows easier to evade.
Then, everyone's eyebrows soared and some of their jaws dropped when Slade suddenly crouched and leaned back from a roundhouse kick until his back was parallel to the ground. Karma's leg was a mere centimeter away from his nose as it passed.
When Jason straightened back, he gave Karma a bored stare. "Time's up, kid. You lose."
There was a moment of silence before they started shouting.
"You did your best, Karma!" Nagisa and his classmates cheered.
Breathing heavily with sweat pouring down his temple and drenching his clothes, Karma sat down on the ground with a tired smile. A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes.
"I couldn't… even touch you…"
Jason kneeled and gave him an encouraging smile. "You were pretty good, kid. If it was anyone else—aside from your octopus teacher—you'd have won. Practice on your form and fix your habit of telegraphing your moves if you want to get to the next level. We'll have a rematch when you get better. But since I won, that means no skipping school next month. Are we clear?"
Karma merely closed his eyes and subtly nodded in confirmation. "I won't forget, teach. If you don't mind, I'm taking a break." He saluted and laid down on the ground.
Jason snorted in amusement. He meant what he said to Karma. The kid was talented and applied his advice in the middle of the spar, which was easier said than done. If nurtured well, the kid could become a great fighter.
Just as Jason stood up, he was instantly swarmed by the class.
"That was amazing, Will-sensei! How did you move like that?!"
"Can you teach us your moves?!"
"Are you single?!"
As Jason patiently answered questions from them, he only had one thought.
'Teaching these kids might not be so bad, after all.'
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