In less than a year, the world could be doomed. When Karasuma brings his daughter Kit to stay with him, he has no idea that this decision will turn not only her world but his own completely upside down. While Kit settles into her new surroundings fa...
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The longer they tried, the more it seemed to them that killing Korosensei was impossible. He could do practically anything. He'd turned a killer machine into a beloved classmate, integrated the tentacle-equipped Itona into the group, and effortlessly dodged every single one of their assassination attempts. The weak points they had identified in him, which Nagisa carefully noted down, seemed utterly useless because there was never a way to exploit them. Oddly, none of them were particularly upset by the fact that this eight-armed monster continued to teach them. "His classes are good," Yada commented, receiving general agreement. "And he's already helped us a lot," Kanzaki added. Despite this, they all kept trying to kill him. What else could they do? After all, if they didn't succeed, he'd destroy the Earth in March of next year. "But we can enjoy the time while it lasts, don't you think?" Isogai asked the group. "I've never felt so comfortable in a class." "Same here," Kit agreed. She had become an integral part of Class 6-E, and in fact, wasn't even considered the "new kid" anymore. Since her arrival, Ritsu and Itona had joined, and even they were now undisputed members of the group. While Kit spent time with her new friends, her father continued to isolate himself. Since her mother's death, he hadn't really seen anyone. And although Kit wasn't entirely sure what to think of Irinasensei, she had noticed that her father seemed to open up a bit whenever she was around, which Kit appreciated. "The trimester finals are coming up," Nagisa said worriedly. "This time, Korosensei isn't insisting we all place in the top fifty, but anyone who takes first place in a subject will get to destroy one of his tentacles. That would really be helpful. And then there's that bet with Class A: if more E-class students take first place in the five main subjects than A-class students, we could win that study trip for top students." He sighed. "But what will they demand if we lose? That's a lot of pressure, don't you think?" Nagisa, Karma, Kayano, and Kit were on their way home. In the warm sunshine, without jackets, they walked down the mountain, feeling as if they were transitioning from one world to another. "You worry too much," Karma replied, gazing off into the distance. "That's easy for you to say. Not everyone's as naturally talented as you. I haven't even seen you study for these exams." "That's because I haven't. And I don't intend to. Last time, they even changed the exam questions at the last minute, and I still scored high in everything." "Yeah, but last time you also studied - indirectly, at least," Kayano reminded him, pointing at Kit. "True," Kit admitted. "Teaching someone else really is the best study strategy. Plus, Korosensei overwhelmed us with study material for the midterms. This time, he's demanding a lot more self-discipline from us." "Are you finished with your lecture?" Karma walked ahead, then turned around and grinned. "I'm going to the movies now. Anyone want to join?" On the day of the final exams, Kit sat in the main building, listening to her racing heartbeat, and took a deep breath. Math still wasn't her strong suit, Okuda might outperform her in the sciences, but she was confident in her Japanese and English skills. "Oh, everyone's so tense and nervous, but that's not how you win," Karma murmured to her, sitting down behind her. "Good luck anyway - it can't hurt," she whispered as the first exam papers were handed out. And this time, the challenge felt good. The questions were hard but not impossible, and, most importantly, they were fair. Kit felt she had a real chance of placing in the top ranks. A quick look at her classmates told her they felt the same way. They were all writing intently, and on a few faces, she noticed a subtle, confident smile.
The results came faster than expected. They were all terribly nervous; Kit hadn't been able to eat breakfast at all. "You have to eat something," her father demanded, casting a disapproving glance at her bowl. "I can't, Dad. I'm so nervous. What if I blew it? No, actually, I didn't—I really knew a lot, but it's not just about that. I have to be the best in something, better than Asanokun. I'll eat later, I promise. You know what? I'd really like to win this trip, too. Just imagine—a beautiful beach holiday on an island; we haven't done that in ages. And..." "Kit," her father interrupted, placing a hand on her arm, "you'll do great. No matter what happens, you're a good student, and I'm very proud of you." "Thank you, Dad." She patted his hand and tried to calm down. "Can we go now, please? I can't wait any longer." "But I might like to finish my breakfast in peace." "Trust me, as long as I'm here, you won't have any peace," she replied, nodding with her lips pressed together. "That's true. Well then, put your shoes on." "I'm sixteen. You don't need to tell me to put my shoes on," she grumbled as she walked into the hallway, where her shoes should be. But they weren't there. "Where are my shoes? Dad, have you seen my shoes?" "You're sixteen. You should know where your shoes are." "You're not helping."
Finally, in the car, Kit twisted the charm on her school bag until it was nearly shapeless. Her father was relieved when they finally reached the school grounds, where Kit immediately jumped out and ran to her friends, who were just as excited. "They're acting like nervous hens. Is this normal?" Karasuma murmured, looking up at the sky. "I really wish you were here to help me understand this. I just don't get women." "Don't worry about it, Karasuma," he suddenly heard a voice beside him. When he looked up, he saw Irina. "No man understands us; it must be genetic." "Hm." He got out of the car, closed the door, and joined her. "Should I be worried about Kit?" "In what way?" "I mean, mostly with boys. You know, she spent years in private schools and boarding schools, so I didn't see much of that, but now I see her with her classmates every day, and I wonder... well, you know, she's sixteen. It's a complicated age. And as you said, I don't really understand the female mind, but you..." "I understand a lot about the female mind. Incidentally, I understand the male mind quite well, too." Irina walked ahead toward the school building. With her low neckline and short skirt, Karasuma wasn't sure if she was the best advisor on raising his daughter, but she was the only adult woman he knew here - actually, the only one at all. "You know, Karasuma, Kit's not a little kid anymore, and since I consider her an intelligent young woman who knows her own worth, you should just trust her." "Easy for you to say. You don't have kids." "True, but I know your daughter loves you and is very open with you. Don't ruin that by giving in to your fears. What would you even do? Lock her in the basement?" Irina asked with an ironic tone, but Karasuma didn't laugh. "Come on, she's not dating any of her classmates alone, is she? The only time I saw her alone with a boy in a café, it was with Nagisa-kun, and he's harmless. They're just friends." "You may be right, but want to know something? I was sixteen once, too, and I know what's going on in those boys' minds. And I know my daughter isn't exactly an ugly duckling." "No, she certainly isn't. Though she can't quite match my level of sex appeal, she has a sweet, heart-melting charm. She's like cotton candy; boys are just drawn to her." "Irina, you're talking about my daughter!" "Don't be so overprotective. Who do you have in mind? Okajima, the peeper, or Maehara? With his antics, he wouldn't stand a chance with her." "Will you do me a favor, Irina?" he asked in a different tone, looking directly into her eyes, so intensely that Irina's heart skipped a beat. "Of course," she replied just as seriously. "Keep an eye on Kit. It's good to have a woman's perspective sometimes. I'm not great at being both mother and father." "She's lucky to have a father like you," Irina whispered, deeply touched. Karasuma wasn't only attractive and decent, but also a wonderful father, willing to do anything for the people he loved. And he had asked her, Irina, to look after his daughter. If that wasn't a step forward in their relationship, what was?
