reader x karma (assassination classroom)

The approach

YOUR POV

Today is the day I start school in class 3E. I am so excited that this is actually happening, I wake up bright and early at 4:00 to get my daily training in. I am so ready.
After training concludes I run home and get cleaned up, I make sure I have everything necessary.

- Bookbag?
Check
- Books and notebooks?
Check
- Writing Utensils?
Check
- Knives?
Check

I am all set, I grab my headphones and set of to school. The school is about 15 minutes from my house, not to bad, I can use the training anyways. As I walk through the forest I fidget with my knives and the knives that only harm the octopus. Hmm there is no obvious difference in weight, but these new knives can be helpful for me. Now I can be sure I won't cut myself. Though I am not really even worried about cutting myself in the first place, pain has never really scared me.

I have always been draw to knives, even when I was little. For as long as I remember I have played with knives, I can juggle them, throw them with perfect accuracy, and do anything else you can imagine. I practiced for years to perfect my technique. Naturally, as I was draw to knives I was also draw to assassination. I would watch shows on it as a kid, I even watched a documentary on how to become one. Obviously, this information wasn't enough for me. I went out and gathered my own style of assassination, my own way of killing, and i perfected it. I learned a rare technique called "rhythm echo", I have know how to do it sense I was 6. Though no one knows I have killed many bad people sense I was 8. My parents were never around so I could do what I pleased. At least my skills can finally come in useful...maybe.

I hear shouting and that snaps me out of my thoughts, the shouting is coming from the left of the woods. "Oh well, sucks for them" I say. Maybe I should be more considerate, after all they might be my classmate. Nah they are training to be assassins they can handle it.

I see the classroom....