The Assassin's Hymn {KNY x Assassination Classrooom}

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"OI, [Name]-CHAN, OI!"

Tokito [Name], a government-hired assassin, turned to the white-haired male with a confused expression. "Who were you again—" she squinted at him. After a few seconds, realization struck. "Ah—good morning, Shinazugawa."

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Moon Hashira

Tokito [name]

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Sanemi gave a nod, his white hair bouncing slightly. "Glad to know you're awake."

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Wind Hashira

Shinazugawa Sanemi

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"So, what were we talking about?" [Name] asked with a small smile.

Sanemi crossed his arms. "Oyakata-sama told me to deliver a message. You're being assigned to supervise a target and assist the students with their assassination."

"Really? That so? Well then, I'll accept."

Sanemi exhaled. "You'll be stationed at Kunugigaoka Junior High, Class 3-E."

"Understood."

Tokito [Name]—a silent, lethal assassin who worked under the strict orders of governments and world leaders. She never questioned a mission. Never faltered. She was among the highest-ranked assassins—despite being the youngest.

Sanemi grunted. "I'll let your cousin know for you."

Standing up, [Name] flashed him a bright smile. "Thank you! Have a good day, Shinazugawa!"

And with that, she was gone.

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An eerie silence settled over the old classroom. Uneasy tension rippled among the students.

The door opened.

A towering, yellow octopus-like creature stepped inside, his ever-present grin stretching wide. He wore a crescent moon tie, a black gown, and a graduation cap. He strolled to the front of the classroom, placing a roll book down with a soft thud.

[Name] looked up, still wearing her usual smile despite the tension in the air.

"Now then... let's get started," the creature announced. "Student on duty, on your command."

A blue-haired boy stood up and shouted, "Right!! Ready!!"

The entire class—including [Name]—stood in unison.

"Aim!!"

[Name] calmly pulled out her gun.

"Fire!!"

At once, a hailstorm of bullets rained upon the yellow octopus. [Name] fired leisurely, squeezing the trigger once every few seconds.

Their teacher dodged effortlessly, his movements so fast he left afterimages behind. His voice rang out, cheerful despite the onslaught.