The Assassin in Our Midst

Chapter two

We arrived at the bottom of the mountain around noon the next day. Everyone was in civilian clothing, short and shirts, but I was wearing something more closely resembling my middle school uniform. Most of my gear was packed away into my back pack, except for the training knife and Bebe gun tucked away at either hip. 

"Wait! We have to climb that?" Kaminari asked, pointing up at the mountain. 

Mr. Azaiwa had just gotten done explaining that the people were meeting for instruction are at the top of the mountain, waiting for us at the old school building. No one seemed to like the idea much.  Not even Iida. The main reason for this was the teacher reminded them that the couldn't use their quirks while on the property.

"It's not like your just wandering through the wilderness," I said, drawing the attention to me, "there is a path." 

It's just not a safe one.

The boy, amount others in the class, gave an audible sigh of relief. 

Mr. Aizawa gave me a strange glance, but confirmed that there was, indeed, a path for us follow.

We started the trek up the mountain. I stuck to the back of the group, letting the memories roll in. 

If I turn here, I can find the spot that Koro Sensei used to read at. Down that way is the path to the spring. Over there will take you to the cliff that Karma thought it would be a good idea to jump off of. 

This was a place that raised me, trained me, it was good to see it again.

The students made slow time going up the mountain, at least it seemed that way for someone used to making the trip every day for a year. By the time we arrived at the building, over an hour had passed. All of the students around me looked ragged like when we did summer training. Some were still shaking slightly from an incident with the snakes that would be better left unsaid. 

There was no one in sight, but I could feel their presences nearby.

I shoved my way through the crowd, stepping out into the clearing. Mr. Aizawa called something out to me, but I didn't listen. Instead I just looked into the trees, right at a blonde head of hair. The girl attached to it smiled, putting a finger to her lips. When I nodded slightly, the others flooded out of the woods, surprising the students around me. 

There were only three students from the Assassination Classroom on the field and yet you'd think that the entire class showed up to greet us. Unable to use their quirks, the students around me sloppily relied on hand to hand combat, but combat and stealth were things that my friends excelled at.

 While the students, and even a startled Aizawa, fought off the unrelenting onslaught, I stood off to the side with Professor Bitch and Mr. Karasuma. We didn't say anything, we didn't have to, we just silently watched the beat down together. 

"Your new class needs a lot of work, Nagisa." Mr. Karasuma observed. 

I sighed, "you don't know the half of it."

All of my classmates were to reliance on their powers, in a ill suited fight, most of them would be toast. 

"Okay! Enough you little jerks!" Mrs. Bitch screamed. 

All the 3 E graduates stopped their fighting and came to stand with their old teachers while I slipped back into the fray of teens. 

"So, now that that's done. I hope you will a listen to what we have to say and teach you," Mr. Karasuma said. 

"Now that what's done?" A frazzled Iida asked, robotically swinging his arms. 

"A demonstration of power," I said hurriedly before Iida could start his incoming lecture. "They showed just how unprepared we are for this brand of fighting."

How unprepared you are I should say.

"Why don't you guys all form groups and wander around the mountain,"  Mrs. Bitch suggested. 

At Mr. Aizawa's encouragement, the teens broke into their usual groups heading off in different ways, except one group stopped.

"Midoriya, aren't you coming." Uraraka asked as they saw that I wasn't following them.

"Actually," a new voice said as a arm wrapped itself around my shoulder, "we're stealing him."

The voice belonged to a red headed teen dressed in the same style of clothing as last year as well. 

Karma.

"Come on, Midoriya." Iida said, waving his hand.

I thought about it, but it'd been a long time since I got to see my old friends in person. "I'm... good," I decided. "I'm gonna stay with them."

My friends looked sad but they left without much of a fight.

I turned to the others, smiling as Karma moved his hand to my waist. Rio faked a gag at the sight of us and Kaede looked away from us for some reason, but I didn't really care, because it was nice to see some of our killer class again.