"Look, I really didn't mind the fact that I died and reincarnated into Ansatsu Kyoushitsu. I didn't really mind that you gave me a hole in the heart. That was a real dick move, but I didn't complain. So god, Void, whatever, I'm sorry I punched a stu...
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5. Greet
Korosensei's laugh was oddly nostalgic. It sent shivers of delights down Nao's spine, but the bits that tinged at his shoulders, leaving their mark for just a moment longer, felt a tad melancholic. It was laughable and contagious, so much he didn't bother trying to act surprised toward the 2-metre tall octopus.
A two-meter tall abomination, with an uncomfortably round face, a stupid long graduation-robe-looking thing with a stupid wide tie at his neck, matched with a tiny graduation hat.
"It is very nice to meet you, Kunomasu-sensei," he had introduced himself, greeting the younger with his grin of impossible proportions.
"The pleasure is mine, sir," Naomasa smiled back, lifting his head up. Turning to Mr Karasuma, Naomasa bowed and greeted the government agent as well.
Naomasa was below average in height for his age, but he stood well normal as an adult. Despite that, Korosensei's height was towering and dominated the classroom. Naomasa couldn't help but be spiteful that he had to be shorter than Karasuma, too.
"Kuma-sensei, are you alright?" someone spoke up from the back.
"Well, I don't seem to be dying, so I think I am?" Naomasa returned the question, "Kimura ran all the way up here with me on his back, so I think he'll need a little longer to recover from that."
Kimura Masayoshi held up a shaky thumbs-up of reassurance.
"Kuma-sensei, don't you find that-- thing, uh, Korosensei-- weird at all?" Maehara Hiroto wasn't sugarcoating himself-- his referral of the teacher as a 'thing' made the Octopus sob.
"I couldn't decide if I should freak out or faint in shock," Naomasa's answer was bright, beaming and immediate, "so I decided to just let it be."
Shiota Nagisa couldn't help but chuckle in resignation, "Kuma-sensei's as carefree as ever, huh."
"I prefer to refer to myself as a cliche-hating anomaly," Naomasa seemed to boast of himself, a hand at his chest, "and I dislike overdramatic conflicts. They take up too many sentences for no development. Not a wise literary device to implement in a story."
"Are you having a lesson all of a sudden?" Yada Touka pointed out.
The class erupted into a strained laughter-- hesitance was in the atmosphere. Why was Kunomasu Naomasa sent up here? They had no way of knowing. And Naomasa couldn't offer an answer better than the fact it was simply one of Asano Gakuho's whims.
Naomasa was out of place in the assassination classroom. Most of them were sullen 'failures' of the school that was supposed to no longer have anything to do with this teacher-- Nao wasn't going to partake in the E-class discrimination up here-- but that didn't mean it wasn't true. Now, Nao would have to be a part of the discriminated.
And well, he had to figure out ways to deal with it.
"I was a little nervous, but I've taught most of your normal classes in the previous years, haven't I?" Nao took a spot at the teacher's table, speaking up and catching the attention of the students that didn't really feel too up to the situation, "although the environment's been altered a little, I know that in truth none of you have changed much as who you are."
