Everyone's eyes snapped to her, watching as her fist slammed into her desk. They watched as she stood and looked at them.
"If they're being annoying then just fucking kill them"
"Kill..?"
She rolled her eyes, "Right, you're a bunch of pussies." Crossing her arms with a sigh as she cracked her neck, "I heard some shit about pole toppling so beat them there and quit fucking whining."
The class stared at her for a moment before bursting into comical crying."Mizuki, you're back!!"
With a single glare, "Shut up, scum." and a curse in English; while they sweat dropped they did in fact, shut up.
"Never mind..." Even so, they smiled to themselves as she became the person that they'd become accustomed to.
"Now is the time to utilise the skills from your training. This is your chance to prove that you've grown."
"So you think we've grown?"
"You've been training haven't you?" her question full of sarcasm. "Unless you've been skipping you should have learnt something."
"By how much do you think then?"
"I don't know nor do I care"
"Oh come on, you should be able to tell"
"Do you think I spend time watching you? don't be pathetic"
"Damn..."
"That was cold man..."
"Oh well, typical Mizuki response"
"Yeah we should've expected that"
"Wait, so what do you think our skills were like before?"
"Irrelevant. That being said, should you have learnt anything useful, you've come this far. Now quit yapping and start training. If it turns out that you lose against those prestigious bastards of Class A then.." she sent them a death glare, "I'll kill you"
They were quick to nod, "Yes ma'am!"
"Good. Now start training" she irked as they stood in the same place, making no move to leave. "Now" hearing the warning in her voice they were all quick to leave the room.
Timeskip
As Isogai sighed in exasperation once more, Emiko stood behind him, sitting on a chair as she spectated. She kicked the back of his knees when had sighed for the umpteenth time, though she kept spectating when he turned back to look at her.
"Miz—?"
"The more one doubts themself the more likely they are to lose their fight, even before it's begun," she announced, before sticking her hand out, palm up, and she waited expectantly.
Although he stared in confusion, misunderstanding her he went to put his hand in hers, well that was until she whacked it away.
"No, you idiot. Give me the book" Even more confused now, he handed it over. "Sit on the floor." He hesitantly sat down crossed-legged. "Close your eyes" he followed her words. "Now take a deep breath in for three seconds and hold for three seconds" From his nose he breathed in and held it, three seconds later, "And now exhale for three seconds".
Emiko watched him as he followed her orders, analysing as the frown on his brow eased.
"Feel better?"
"Not really. What's this for—?"
"Do it again"
"Bu—"
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Deadly One
FanficLife hasn't been the very best for Emiko Mizuki growing up. At the young age of six, Emiko's family was killed by a gang, following her father's last wishes she ran out of a bloodbath of a house and didn't stop until she was so tired she passed out...