[Assassination Classroom] Kaede's Time

【——It is my greatest happiness and misfortune to meet you. 】

After calculating the time to go out, I left the house where I lived with my sister for ten years.When I walked to the iron gate, I couldn't help but look back at this two-story western-style building with an independent courtyard. Although I knew that I would come back again, I felt an inexplicable feeling of reluctance to say goodbye.

It would be too big for me to live alone in the future.

As soon as you look down, you can see the letter with the surname "Yukimura" hanging at the door [①Japanese families hang a nameplate with the surname in front of the house. ], I took it off after hesitating for a moment, and threw it into the trash can facing the street.

Mr. Sawaya Kurokawa's work efficiency is really excellent. Just the day after the funeral, he got me a resident ID card that is enough to distinguish the real one from the real one.Another day later, the person in charge of the admissions department of Guluqiu Middle School called me, saying that my transfer application had been accepted, and I could choose a time to take the school's transfer exam.

The person in charge also explained to me that since Kuiqiu Middle School is a famous school among the schools for further studies, only students who have achieved excellent results in the examination are eligible to transfer to this school.However, the transfer exams of Luluqiu Middle School are much more difficult than those of other schools, and even involve the content of high school courses, and the requirements for transfer students are even higher than those of students in this school...

"So, how much time do you need for each subject's exam?" I ignored the scope of the exam and asked directly on the phone.

"Each subject is about an hour. We will use selected test questions to assess students, so the time required for the transfer test is not as long as the formal test, but the difficulty of the questions..."

"May I take the test now, please?" I interrupted.

The other party began to feel embarrassed, "This...we still recommend that you prepare for the exam for three days to one week."

"As long as you can pass the exam, you don't need to prepare. Can you take the five subjects together?"

"Please wait a moment, this requires the approval of the director." After a short silence, the voice came from the other end of the phone again, "The chairman has agreed, you can come to the school's admissions center within today. "

"OK, thanks."

At the same time as I hung up the phone, I stopped, and the gate of Kuanqiu Middle School was right in front of me.

It's 01:30 in the afternoon, so let's just end the exam in three hours, and I can have dinner after the exam.

After a little fiddling with my new double ponytail hairstyle, I casually entered the campus wearing the newly purchased school uniform of Kukugaoka Middle School.

Four hours later, I submitted my answer sheet.

Unexpectedly, I still underestimated the exam of Kuanqiu, and it took an hour longer than the estimated time.

Concentrating and concentrating all my attention on one thing is an easy thing for me now.Because I can put aside the future and the past for a long time, devote myself completely to the present, and hold this moment firmly in my hands.

When I was in elementary school, I was busy with acting, and the school schedule often conflicted with the schedule, so I simply didn't go to school, but studied with tutors at home.My sister, who was still in high school at that time, had already developed a passion for teachers, and often helped me with my homework in my spare time—thinking about it this way, I should be my sister’s first student, right?Since I don't have to match other people's learning progress, my learning efficiency is very high. When other people of my age were still in the sixth grade of elementary school, I had already completed the basic courses of junior high school by myself.After taking a break from filming, I have more time to study. In addition, I have also read high school textbooks recently, so I am still confident in taking a mere transfer exam.

After all, the theoretical knowledge middle school students need to learn is much easier to understand than the tentacle principle.

I thought I could go back directly after the exam, but the teacher told me that I would receive the exam results after a while in the classroom.Is this a surprise response to my surprise exam?The pace of life of modern Japanese is so fast...

Thinking about far-fetched things, I stayed in the test room alone and waited for the teacher to mark the test papers.Just now, the invigilator looked at me in an inexplicable way. Did he think it was arrogant for me, a student, to wear the uniform of this school to take the entrance exam?Rather than saying that I am confident that I will pass the exam, it is better to say that I have to pass the exam... How long will I have to wait...

The actual waiting time was much shorter than I imagined.Only 10 minutes later, a teacher walked in and sent a message, saying that the chairman wanted to see me and asked me to leave immediately.

As soon as I approached the open door of the chairman's office, I saw the young-looking chairman handing over a stack of test papers to a teacher beside him, looking at me with a smile on his face.

Sure enough, he was the elite man who showed up at the funeral.Was that meaningful smile because he was deeply interested in recognizing me, or was it simply a compliment to a student?

It is a great honor to be personally reviewed by the chairman of the board.At the same time, I was also very surprised by his speed of revising papers and his ability to master all subjects, and I found that there were no such documents on his desk.

Seeing me walking in, the teacher who took the test paper with both hands only glanced at the test paper, and without even saying the opening remarks, he couldn't wait to praise me: "You are the first one who passed the transfer exam of Kuanqiu without any preparation. Student!...that," he hastily glanced down at my file, "Student Mao Yefeng!"

"Thank you for the compliment!" I responded with a harmless smile.Passing the transfer exam is only the first step to achieve the goal, but the problem is that the third-year class E of the Kunqiu Middle School is a class at the end of the crane specially set up for poor students, so...

"Let's talk..." Looking around for a target I could attack, I turned and walked towards the display stand full of awards and trophies.

Reach out and wave.

In an instant, a large number of items were knocked to the ground, making harsh noises.

Facing the teacher's shocked face and the chairman's thoughtful indifference, I showed my signature smile as Mao Yefeng.

"This school...is there a class for students with bad conduct?"

After a brief silence, the chairman showed a faint smile.

"Destroying the principal's personal belongings is a violation of school rules... As punishment, you will be assigned to class 3-E, Kaede Chiye. Go there and report after school starts."

"Thank you, Chairman."

into the night.

The self in the vanity mirror in the bathroom suddenly reminded me of my sister for some reason—we are sisters, but we are unexpectedly not alike at all.

"Akari is so cute, my sister is so envious of your genetics. 』The older sister in my memory would often say that.I have the qualifications to be a child star, and I am often praised by my relatives. I don't intend to deny this. After all, excessive modesty will cause resentment from others.However, my strengths are limited to "cuteness". Whenever I see the mature secondary sexual characteristics of my sister's chest, I can't help being a little jealous, "I also envy my sister..."

"What's wrong?The only similarity we have is black hair.Ahaha..." Hearing me whispering to myself, she gave a dry laugh—she herself was completely unaware of this.My elder sister is obviously very feminine, but she always attracts rotten peach blossoms... Is it because of her personality?

But it's useless to say anything now.

Fiddled with my black hair, I made a decision that my future self would regret.

"...change your hair color too."

In order to integrate into the new class, my hairstyle and temperament must be changed, otherwise I will definitely be recognized as a former actor.Both the monster and the students in class E have seen my sister, so I try to avoid things related to my sister, so as to minimize the risk of exposure.As for the positioning of the role, I thought of a better way under the vigilance of Mr. Assistant...

Next, is the crucial step.

Taking a deep breath, I removed the syringe from my bag and loaded one of the Tentacle Seeds.

No matter how painful it is, I have to hold back.It was decidedly a long battle—

And I have only one choice to win!

With my back to the mirror, I lifted my long hair and watched helplessly as the needle of the syringe pierced the back of my neck, and the liquid in the container slowly dropped...

The reason why the tentacles were implanted in the back of the neck is because it is not covered by clothes, and it is usually covered by hair, and the chance of contact with water is relatively small.From the sources I understand that water can dull the tentacles, which would be a key weakness to exploit.

I didn't feel much at the beginning after the two injections, but less than 2 minutes later, I felt a bursting pain in my neck, and the pain gradually spread to the brain and became more intense.

It was as if thorny thorns took root in the brain, twisted between hooks, and then burst into bursting fruits.At this point, rounds of indiscriminate bombardment began to be staged in my mind, accompanied by waves of intense dizziness and nausea.Fortunately, I held onto the edge of the sink in time, so that I would not fall down after being hit hard.

After a while, the "thorns" parasitic in the brain began to grow downward, bringing to the torso and limbs a tingling sensation different from the severe pain in the brain. It seemed that something began to penetrate into the bones and nerves, gradually taking control of the body right.My body became as if it was not my own, and my legs became weaker and weaker. Finally, my hands could no longer hold the smooth support, and I fell to the bathroom floor.

Be sure to hold on, this is just the beginning...

He wanted to grit his teeth and survive, but his consciousness began to become blurred.

...is it about to fail?I still can't...don't...can't give up yet...

Finally, the severe pain from the head eased a little, and an incomparable and wonderful feeling appeared.If I had to describe it, it was as if I were a plant that had just completed the most important beginning of life - germination.

Although the pain has not stopped, it has become bearable.I stood up reluctantly and once again mustered up the courage to face the mirror.The mirror reflected me, who was sweating profusely and exhausted. Only then did I see through my own eyes in the mirror that there seemed to be something else in the depths of my consciousness, which was different from the "self" independent self. Outside, it is inseparable from the "self" and inseparable.

Of course I know what that is.

"It" spoke, the voice was chaotic and indistinct, but I immediately recognized that it was the same voice as my own.Undoubtedly, it was the sound of the tentacle—the consciousness of the tentacle was transmitted directly to my mind.

The tentacle asked me, "What kind of person do you want to be?" 』

There is no need to speak, the correct answer has automatically appeared in my heart.

"I want to be a killer. 』

I answer.

"Become a killer who can suppress the hatred and pain from the heart, and perfectly interpret other roles until the assassination. 』

——As long as you can defeat the enemy.

—What does it matter if you die?

That night, despite the severe physical pain, I fell asleep unexpectedly quickly, probably because the pain temporarily diverted my attention from more painful memories.

I had a dream, in which I turned into an ugly monster in the middle of an ancient battlefield full of dead bodies.In the far rear are damaged battle flags and fortresses, broken arrows and spears everywhere, and mutilated corpses flying all over the body.Although it is a scene from the third perspective, I am the monster in the scene in the cognition in the dream.As a monster, I was covered in blood, laughing wantonly on a planet without any life except myself, laughing and laughing, and finally burst into tears...

For several days in a row during spring break, I was almost always woken up by pain.

The two tentacles rooted in the back of the neck have fully grown. I can control them to perform some simple movements, but they are far from flexible.With this level alone, it is impossible to fight with tentacles.

In the past few days, I can obviously feel that my appetite has increased, so the food in the refrigerator is consumed quickly.But with my current appearance, even the kind salesperson at a nearby convenience store would ask me if I was sick with concern.The adjustment phase was more difficult than I expected. During this period, I tried to stay at home as much as possible, or practiced using my tentacles, or passed the time aimlessly. become part of your daily life.

In order to test the self-training results of the past few days, and because I decided early in the morning to change my hair color before school starts, I plan to go out to the barber shop on this day.The severe pain from the head almost overwhelmed the touch of other parts of the body, and even a simple action like turning the doorknob became like remotely controlling a robot named "Body".

When I came to the gate, even though there were no pedestrians in this block, I secretly cheered myself on.

From now on, it is the first episode of "The Story of Kaede Chino".

It is difficult to act as if nothing happened without feeling any pain, but it is not impossible.Behaving like a normal student, I walked step by step towards the bustling downtown neighborhood...

After about 10 minutes—perhaps a lot shorter than I expected, because the pain can make the passage of time very slow—the street lights in my eyes began to double, and the luminous spots in my vision became blurred. It was getting bigger and bigger, so big that it seemed to be enough to swallow me whole in the bloody maw made of light, and chew it into dark pieces.

The worm snake wanders through the body, gnawing at every cell.

The tyrant fights in the flesh, crushing every tissue.

Ghosts and gods fight in the soul, competing for every organ.

The dull consciousness has long been unable to carry out such complex activities as thinking. It moves forward only by the instinct of the body, but has no concept of direction and destination, just like a walking dead.

On the sidewalk without any obstacles, without any warning, I suddenly staggered and fell forward with an unstable center of gravity.Although at that moment I clearly felt the slow motion like a camera replay-the effect of the tentacles seemed to make the flow rate of the host's brain faster, thus improving the dynamic vision by more than ten times-but my reaction time was so slow Far from keeping up with the former.

At the moment of the fall, the senses, which were more sensitive than at any stage before, issued a roaring alarm.Although I didn't have any previous knowledge about it, I still realized what it was——

murderous look.

The murderous aura coming from a certain direction was like a sharp spear penetrating my torso in an instant, and it was also like a big net spreading all over the sky, catching and firmly restraining me who was about to fall.

It was the first time I experienced a near-death experience, and I was only terrified in my consciousness. I didn't even have time to have the thought of "why there is a murderous intent".However, in fact, nothing happened, and what replaced the impending murder weapon in the imagination was——

A man who happened to pass by me caught me off balance just in time to save me from learning the useless skill of "flat fall".

"Student, are you okay?" The other party asked with concern in a gentle tone.It was a voice that made the first listener not immediately identify the gender.

For me, this caring word at this moment is like a basin of cold water, which instantly wakes me up completely.What did you feel just now?Is it really murderous?Or illusion?

The first thing I saw clearly when I was still standing still was the clothes of the other party - the school uniform on my body was from the same school as mine.If you wear a school uniform during the holidays, then this person probably just came back from cram school.I instinctively became vigilant and cheered up.It is not uncommon to run into a fellow student on the street, but the presence of this person somehow made me feel strangely uneasy.

At first glance, it seems to be a girl, but "she" is wearing a boy's school uniform - he has a pretty face similar to a girl, his long water-blue hair is simply tied behind him, and he is slightly taller than me , but such a height is definitely not high among boys.

"No, nothing." Gently pushed the other person's hand away, I deliberately avoided looking at each other, "Thank you."

It should be just an illusion. The other party seems to be just an ordinary boy with a weak appearance. How could he exude murderous aura?

"Your body seems a little hot. If you don't feel well, go home and rest early." It seems that because of the same age, the boy showed more concern than strangers.

Body fever is a manifestation of abnormal tentacle metabolism.

"No, thank you." After leaving a word, I ran away like a child who had done something bad, not even daring to turn my head.Although I started to regret this sentence as soon as I finished it, because this is not the line that Mao Yefeng should have said.

Then I quickly began to comfort myself, this person wouldn't see anything, he just acted indifferent to strangers, and Mao Yefeng would do the same when he was in a bad mood.

However, not everything went as smoothly as I imagined.After all, this is reality.

Unplanned, we met by chance, and it was just a first meeting.

A few days later, I knew the boy's name.

——That will be a name that will never be forgotten in my life.

Why do you have to climb such a high mountain to go to school?

On the first day of school, I stood in front of the stone steps wondering.

Did my sister have to climb such a long staircase to go to class every day?It was really hard work.It is said that the Kunlun Hill Middle School exiles students with poor grades or violations of school rules to Class E in the old school building on the top of the mountain, in order to stimulate the students of the main school to study hard.Thinking about it this way, the conditions of the school building must be very poor, right?

Sure enough, there was a wooden bungalow with a pointed roof built on the flat ground on the top of the mountain, which made people worry about whether it could withstand the midsummer storm.In any case, this is the most critical place - it is the place where my sister worked, and it will also be the battlefield where I will fight in the future.

Obviously I didn't come early, but I didn't have the chance to meet my classmates along the way.Since this E class was established at the end of the second grade, I can be regarded as a transfer student who only entered this class at the beginning of the third grade. I must find a way to quickly integrate into the group so as not to become conspicuous...

Thinking about strategy in my mind, I just stepped into Class E, and my eyes were immediately attracted by a figure sitting in the second row.

No way? ...is this really just a coincidence?

The boy who supported me on the street that night happened to be a member of Class 3-E.In a school with 1000 students, what a small probability this is...

Although there was a little panic in my heart, today's Mao Yefeng is absolutely perfect.The pain in the brain has now fully adapted, and there is no problem at all whether it is thinking or acting.The error rate is a perfect zero.

The boy greeted me as a transfer student in a normal way, and he didn't seem to recognize that I was the girl he helped that day.

Is it because I had shawl hair that had not been dyed at that time, and my temperament was completely different from today?Well, let's go all out and play it perfectly!

The empty seat next to him happened to be the second row by the window. It was very close to the podium and was not blocked by the podium like the first row. It was a perfect observation position...

The boy who looks weak and slightly feminine, on the contrary, has the style of the protagonist.OK, it's decided—

The real protagonist of "The Story of Maoye Feng" is him!It's up to me to make him the most dazzling protagonist in this class.If the murderous aura he exuded at that time was not my illusion, then this boy might have the talent to become a killer.And this is exactly the "bunker" I need to cover up my murderous intent—thanks to Mr. Kurokawa for reminding me, now I can't perfectly conceal my murderous intent.

This is the assassination plan I finally settled on.It's not enough to play the harmless character, I'll be watched regardless of whether I stand out in the class, so work on the role assignments - make the main character stand out more than me, and I take a backseat Be a supporting role.

"My name is Mao Yefeng, please take care of me!"

"Hello, my name is Shiota Nagisa... Please give me your advice!"

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Even today, many years later, I still think of this scene frequently.Every time I have to sigh, the inexplicable intuition is like fate, linking the fetters of many, many people together. Invisibly, our respective futures are quietly decided.

But Nagisa, you know what?

Meeting you is the greatest happiness in my life, but at the same time...unfortunate.