The Assassin's Hymn {KNY x Assassination Classrooom}

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The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the desolate battlefield. The icy wind howled through the trees, a prelude to the chaos that was about to unfold. Shinaz stood at the forefront, his white hair whipping around his face as his eyes blazed with fury. He glared at Douma, Upper Moon 2, whose mocking smile only fueled Sanemi's aggression.

"You bastard..." Sanemi growled, gripping his katana tightly.

Beside him, [name], the Moon Hashira, felt the tension in the air. "Stay focused, Shinazugawa-san. Don't let your fury cloud your judgment."

"I could say the same thing myself, [name]."

The female chuckled to herself, barely controlling her anger at the sight of the demon that she had faced more than 4 years ago.

Without warning, Douma lunged forward, his speed blurring reality. Sanemi reacted instinctively, unleashing a flurry of wind-based attacks as he shouted,

"Dance of the Wind! First Form: Dust Whirlwind!"

The powerful gust erupted, colliding with Douma's initial strike, but the demon quickly regained his footing, launching ice shards from his body in retaliation.

"Is that all you've got?" Douma sneered, dodging Sanemi's attacks with ease.

"Shut up!" Sanemi roared, his fury boiling over as he charged at Douma again, his blade slicing through the air. "I'll make you regret ever crossing paths with us!"

Muichiro stepped in, his blade shimmering as he activated his Mist Breathing. "Mist Breathing, Third Form: Scattering Mist Shadow!" He vanished into a fog, reappearing behind Douma, aiming a precise strike at his neck.

Douma turned just in time, blocking the attack with a flick of his wrist. "You're all so predictable!" he taunted.

Sanemi's fierce attacks created a whirlwind around Douma, forcing him to maintain his balance. In that moment, Muichiro rejoined the fray, weaving through the mist to deliver a series of rapid strikes, each one landing with precision.

But Douma absorbed the blows with ease, his form reforming from the damage. "You really think you can defeat me? I've feasted on countless Hashira," he mocked. The demon paused for a moment, barely dodging [name's] attack, "you seem oddly familiar."

"Yeah, you bastard!! You killed her!! You killed my sister!!"

"It was a demon who looked like blood had been dumped all over its head...and spoke calmly and kindly"

"...He was grinning and laughing as if he had told a terribly bad joke."

"The weapon that demon uses is a pair of sharp fans."

Douma's eyes lit up as if a light bulb went off of his head. "Oh, that's right, the flower girl, correct?" He smiled sadistically, "a shame I didn't get to take a bite of her before the sun rose up, what a pity indeed. She could've lived in paradise with me." His rainbow colored eyes shot to [name] with such intent. "Why don't you join me, become one with me, or better, become a demon! You can live much longer than a regular human."

Though he said it with the plausible intent of letting her become a demon, he was purely doing it because the King of Demons told him to.

"I heard your friend gave Remgoku-san the same offer, didn't they?" [name] yelled. "How dumb must you be that you offer me such a deal?!"

"What a pure waste of talent," Douma said, tears dripping down his face. "It truly does pain me."

"Pain you my ass." Shinazugawa's eye twitched. He had gone silent, controlling his anger when he heard that the demon who brought his friend—maybe even more than that—to her demise made him feel unmistakeable fury.

"All of your emotions are just a figment of your imagination. You're smart enough to fake it though." The Mist Hashira noted.

"Smart? He's more like an emotionless bastard than anything." [name] put her hand on the milt of her katana, unsheathing it to launch another attack on the demon.

"I thought the prettiest girls were the nicest, that was true for the flower girl, but now I see it. You're nothing but just an empty shell, just like me!!" He let out a wide smile.

As soon as Douma had said that, [name] released an array of horizontal and vertical cuts, all of which had harmed the demon, but not completely cutting off the head.

"Moon Breathing, First Form: Dark Moon!" she shouted, releasing unwavering crescent waves that sliced toward Douma.

"Dance of the Wind! Fourth Form: Rising Dust Storm!" Sanemi yellowed, showering Doum with various strikes.

But Douma, realizing he was cornered, grinned wider. "You think this will stop me?" His form twisted, ice and snow swirling around him as he prepared to unleash a counterattack.

As the wind and moonlight collided with Douma's defenses, the battlefield erupted in chaos. [name] pressed forward, determination etched on his face. "Don't let him escape!"

Yet, in the confusion, Douma unleashed a blizzard of ice shards, the sharp projectiles striking with deadly precision. [name], with her back turned to protect Sanemi and Muichiro, was caught off guard.

"Watch out!" Muichiro shouted, but it was too late.

The ice shards pierced [name]'s back, a look of shock and pain crossing her features as she staggered. "No... this can't be..." she whispered, his strength faltering.

Sanemi's heart raced with horror. 

"[name]!!"