"At Class 3-E of Kunugigaoka Junior Highschool, the Assassination Classroom, the bell signals the start of another day."
They are not normal. They are not your typical students. They are not what they seem they are. They are different. At Class 3-E...
We've infiltrated the Fukuma Denjo Hotel to steal a viral remedy from an unidentified bad guy.
We have one hour.
If we don't make it in time, they'll all die!
Karma smirked at Grip. "You seem pretty average for a pro, huh? Breaking glass, busting skulls? I can do that much. But if your opening move is to call in recruitments, I guess that means you're too scared to take on a junior-high kid alone." He taunted the man before him.
Everyone gasped in surprise and horror at the same time to see Karma step up.
"Very well-eth. Let's see what you can do-eth." Accepting the challenge that Karma offered, Grip removed his coat stretching his hands one more time.
He glared at blond man. "If you insist..."
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The two male stared at one another for a moment, waiting see which one will make the first move. No movements were made from anyone, their breath hitched feeling anxious and worrisome for the boy as he was up against a pro assassin, a person who has more knowledge about the world of assassination but even so, Karma's classmates has faith in him that he will defeat Grip.
Karma was the first one to jump forward for an attack, swinging the plant to Grip, the latter swiftly catching the stem with ease.
"Too soft-eth. You'll have to find-eth a better weapon." Grip stated, gripping the stem of the plant far tighter then snapping the plant.
"Don't need one." Karma declared, dropping the now useless plant.
Grip balled his hands into a fist and quickly charged toward Karma while the redhead step back to avoid his attack. The blond swung his fist repeatedly to Karma, as for him, Karma was quick on his feet, avoiding, dodging, and blocking Grip's attacks and his chance of grabbing the boy. From behind Karma was the class, all watching the intense fight between him and the assassin.
'Grip strength capable of crushing skulls... Once he gets his hands on me, it's game over.' Karma thought within his mind, dodging another attack from Grip, keeping his attention solely to him and his incoming attacks. 'On first glance, this seems like an unwinnable game, but just switch our positions around,' He took another step back as Grip tried to grabbed Karma's head, his hand was just mere inches away from his face. 'and it's no different from the unwinnable game we always play.'
