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What is it, Karma?

Nothing.

Never mind.

Morning!

Hey, there!

Feels like security's been tightening up lately.

You think?

You know,

I do think I've been seeing more police around the school.

Now that you mention it...

You're so nonchalant, Nagisa!

More like you two are too sensitive.

Are we imagining it?

No way, right?

Oh, yeah... it's almost March. So yeah.

Those government types must have their hands full, too.

Makes sense.

But...

But?

I can't imagine anyone but us can really take on Koro Sensei.

Right.

C'mon, let's hurry!

We're gonna be late! Hoof it!

Brrr. So cold!

K-Kayano!

C'mon.

What's wrong, Asano?

Nothing.

Kunugigaoka Junior High, with locations throughout the city.

The old campus.

That's where our classroom is: 3-E.

They call us the End Class.

They said we were outcasts

who couldn't keep up with our lessons.

But thanks to a decidedly odd teacher

Class 3-E

who joined us in our first term,

that all changed.

His eccentric—

his distinctive teaching style got our grades way up.

Not many people are laughing at us now...

I don't think.

Old Campus

And now here we are,

about to graduate.

We've all been choosing our paths into the future.

And we still have one major problem:

We have until we graduate

to kill our teacher.

15 Days Till Koro Sensei's Deadline

Assassination Classroom the Movie: Our Time

Good morning!

Morning!

Ooh!

Everyone's in a nice, lively huddle again today!

Wait, what?

Good morning. Another cold one!

Brrr—it sure is.

Let's turn this heater up!

We'll get by with this heater here

at the old campus until we graduate.

Right?

Central heating, schmentral heating!

We're plenty hardy!

A heater that's a real pain to draw in a manga...

What's that?

Hey, Rio,

aren't your legs cold?

That's what makes us gyarus cool: We suck it up!

Oh, so that's it!

Yep!

Having only a kerosene heater in this day and age—

isn't that student abuse?

Nagisa, let's sue. We could win.

You're asking me now?

In the middle of a much stickier situation?

Oh, right.

Jeez.

It's kind of scary how we're so used to it.

Yeah, I'm even starting to feel

a little affection for this old place.

No, I mean, being together for a year

has numbed us and made it easy to forget,

but still...

Oh, right: Our teacher's a monster.

Actually, yeah, it has been easy to forget that lately.

But not entirely.

A born hunk, too? Man, he's got it all!

Say what?

Soon...

"Soon" nothing.

Well,

we're the only ones who can kill that octopus, right?

I wonder where you get that confidence of yours.

You can't do it, Sugino. Your throws are too slow.

That's got nothing to do with it!

Okay, maybe it does. Still, lay off!

That octopus...

Do you really think we can kill him?

Sugaya?

What do you mean?

I'm just so grateful for him and all.

Having him for a teacher

made me feel like I could be myself.

This year sure was fun.

It's July—

summer uniform time!

All that skin is so dazzling!

A tough time of year

for any red-blooded male junior-high student.

Y-Yeah, Okajima, I guess.

One mustn't lose composure in this season of exposure.

You're one to talk, octoperv!

I wasn't expecting us to be in short sleeves today.

I didn't want to reveal this left arm of mine,

sealed by the gods...

Wh-What happened, Sugaya?!

Wow—

it's painted on!

It's mendhi—a henna tattoo.

Once the pigment sets up,

the color sticks around for a week or so.

How Good Kids Go Bad

Th-Thank goodness!

Koro Sensei's Weak Point #37: Worries about keeping up appearances

I was convinced I had a real delinquent in my class!

You're always such a chicken when it comes to that stuff.

How about I give you one, too, Koro Sensei?

I have some pigment left over.

Are you sure?

Oh, I can't wait—

I've always wanted to try one of these tattoo-type things!

Ah, so you mixed powdered anti-Sensei BB's

into the pigment.

Mmm, no luck, huh.

An amusing idea, Sugaya, but one with prank-level results.

And here I just wanted a cool design drawn on me.

Boo hoo hoo...

I-I'm sorry! I'll try again with regular pigment.

Summer skin and an assassin who knows how to use her wiles:

a perfect match.

Oh, man... Professor Bitch is so sexy!

Irina... what is this stirring in my chest?

I'll bewitch the men with this bare skin of mine

and have them eating out of my hand in no time!

Now gasp at my feminine allure, you males!

Good mo—

Wh-What's with all the monster makeup?!

Everyone saw mine and wound up wanting their own.

Remove the pigment after a time

and the color remains.

I'm too excited to focus on classwork!

And you're the teacher?!

3-E Class Schedule

By the way, Sugaya,

I'd like to try my hand at drawing on someone, too.

That's fine, but there's not much blank canvas left.

Sure there is:

A nice blank canvas where I can draw all I like!

Wha—Don't even think about it!

Who would ever—

Professor Bitch went and knocked herself out.

Let's let her rest.

And while she's resting...

I'll take this half,

and Sugaya, you take that half.

Oh, so it's a competition, is it?

Isn't Sugaya something else?

He's rubbed off on the whole classroom in no time at all.

Uh-huh.

His artistic side attracted a little too much attention

not that long ago.

That's what got him flagged for bad behavior

back in year 2.

Some people just have bad grades;

others have bad grades

and draw skilled art that no one asked for.

Which do you think will receive low marks

in society at large?

And that's why you're headed for the E Class.

Well, they weren't wrong.

Wow! Leave it to Sugaya!

Mendhi was always an art of fashion.

I gave her a fun accent for when she goes out.

I bet Professor Bitch will actually be thrilled!

Right?

You won't get the best of me!

Why a manga?!

Well, I'm not good at art or fashion,

so I went with my strength.

If it drives people away, don't draw at all!

Summer's when we change wardrobes, Octopal I wanna change wardrobes, too!! Leave it to me! Whatcha doing with that? I'm giving you a nice new sleeveless jacket...

Aw, now her arms are a total mismatch.

Professor Bitch can't go out like this.

Actually, the manga can serve as a kind of pop art design.

Hey! Don't make it too pretty, or it'll just be pretentious!

We need just a pinch of comic relief...

How competitive can you get?!

Average Build

What did we tell you?

The mustache is fine, but round glasses are lame.

Let me just gussy up the frames...

Drawing with this pigment is harder than I thought.

Let's use a marker and this cardboard box...

Shin-Biter Kneeboy Thigh-land

That really went off the rails.

Now what? Those aren't going anywhere for a week.

I mean, you can remove them, but it's a pain.

W-Well... who knows? She might like them.

Oh, she's awake.

She's confirming her current circumstances.

And she's gone.

Wow, she actually likes them!

Right?

No, she extremely very much does not!

Those guns—

they're the real deal!

Die!

I'll kill every last one of you!

W-We're sorry! It was just so addictive!

But please stop using real bullets!

You're destroying the classroom!

Stop, Professor Bitch!

Remove it right away and it won't leave any marks!

My big summer skin reveal—ruined!

She wouldn't have been this angry

if you'd drawn everything, Sugaya.

But Koro Sensei just had to contribute...

Quit dodging, you brats! Eat lead!

Don't you dare run! I'll turn you into Swiss cheese!

Normally,

You're dead, you hear me?

if I doodle on the back of an answer sheet,

Don't you dodge a single shot, you lousy brats!

the teacher either ignores it or yells at me, right?

I'll never forgive you! Die!

But that octopus...

A self-portrait of that Rembrandt fellow! Horns and a cigarette would improve it!

He tacks on his own low-class art--and gleefully, too!

Horns and a cigarette would be big improvements! So close!

Looks powerful Looks like a bad boy

When you think about it, it makes perfect sense:

A little doodling doesn't make him think any less of me.

I still get to try to kill him.

Even a minor nonconformist is considered normal here.

This killing thing is a pretty good deal.

Uh-huh.

Our being in the E Class meant he gave us so much free rein.

Man, that was fun.

Oh, I get it.

You're getting attached to Koro Sensei,

so it's hard to kill him?

No.

We're the craftsmanship crew.

We made all kinds of things in this classroom,

for our assassinations.

Traps, videos... Not that anything worked in the end.

But our techniques totally improved over the year,

that's for sure.

Totally!

And the culmination of all that

is our graduation project: Kill our teacher.

My resolve there won't change.

Sugaya...

Since when were you guys this serious? Who even are you?

Shut up, Karma!

What should we do, strip?

Would it make you happy if I stripped? Because I will!

Pervert!

Take that!

Of course we'd think about stuff like that

as the big day approaches.

I think it's natural for Sugaya to be all serious, too.

Kataoka...

Common sense tells us

that killing can't be an act of gratitude.

It's abnormal.

Gratitude, huh?

Our brains understand:

That teacher is a monster that will destroy the earth.

He's our target.

Our brains keep telling our hearts that,

but our hearts just aren't buying it.

Right?

Because we've learned so much from him.

What's my time, Ritsu?

26.08 seconds,

0.7 seconds away from your personal record.

Need to close that gap.

I said to leave it to me,

so now I have to make sure everything's just right.

How cool is she? No wonder she's called Megnificent!

She's responsibility personified.

She is indeed cool.

K-Koro Sensei!

Although I don't know what you've entrusted to her.

Koro Sensei moves slowly in water.

We can't let him realize

we're planning a water assassination.

H-Hey, Koro Sensei, didn't you send a fan letter

to that busty actress, Haruko Tade?

How did you know?!

I spotted it in your desk.

Some parts had been really carefully

written and rewritten.

D-Don't tell me you read those!

"Seeing you really perks up my tentacles"—

that's sexual harassment on its face.

What if they find out a teacher sent that?

That's enough, Nagisa— he's practically dead.

Ritsu

Kataoka, you have a message from a Kokona Tagawa.

Oh—a friend.

Sorry, Ritsu, but could you read it to me?

"Howz it goin, Meg-Meg?

Wuz thinkin Im readi for another lessun.

Lets meet at the famly resto by Torima Stashun. Yay!"

End message.

It can be inferred

that the sender is somewhat lacking in IQ.

Hey, now!

Got it.

Tell her I'll be right there.

Understood!

Surreptitiously now—

and silently!

Stare...

Now, see? Your grammar's wrong.

Here's the right way.

Oh, okay! I get it now!

My end-of-term exams are coming up, y'know?

You might be in the E Class,

but you're good in my worst subjects!

I guess.

Listen, Kokona. There's something I want to do.

We're in different classes now,

and for you to always be summoning me like this...

What the heck? What's that s'posed to mean?

Here I am counting on you,

and you want me to take a hike?

No, that's not what I'm saying...

Meanie!

And after you almost killed me, too.

Ever since I nearly died because of you,

I'm too scared to even go in the water.

You'll be there for me, right? Forever?

Wow, is that the time?

I'm gonna be late to hang out with my besties.

Later, Meg-Meg!

You'll be my little Megnificent forever and ever!

Wh-What's with her?!

So,

did you three suspicious persons over there

want something?

Gulp!

Last summer,

that girl from my class asked me to teach her how to swim.

Apparently some guys she liked had invited her to the beach,

and she didn't want to look lame in front of them.

In our first training session,

she managed to get good enough to swim in the pool.

But she had all kinds of excuses

to stop coming after that—

and then she went to the beach.

Why?

She probably thought being able to swim a little

was good enough.

And, as expected, she got caught up in a current,

started to drown, and had to be rescued.

She's been like that ever since: saying she was

traumatized by the indignity of nearly drowning

and demanding payback for her useless swimming lessons.

She wants me all to herself before every test,

but as I'm teaching her...

my grades slip in my worst subjects,

and I wind up in the E Class.

Oh, wow... Isn't she totally taking advantage of you?

It's okay. I'm used to it.

That won't do, Kataoka.

Grow accustomed to someone clinging to you like that

and one day you'll both drown.

For example...

Like this.

"The Despondent Housewife."

Hey! Where are you going with this month's rent?

Shaddap! I'm playin' the pachinko slots!

Now get outta my way!

Eek!

I'm sorry. Our rent all went into a single chocolate bar.

Please don't turn your back on me...

I'd be completely useless without you in my life!

Oh, whatever am I going to do with you...

Totally.

It's what they call codependence.

You become dependent on her being dependent on you.

Kataoka,

you're caring and responsible, and that's marvelous.

But sometimes you have to help people

become self-reliant, too.

This girl will never sink if she keeps clinging to you--

which means she won't ever bother

learning to swim by herself.

And that's not in her own best interest.

What should I do, Koro Sensei?

What else?

Get her to start swimming on her own.

But don't do it alone—

just leave it to me.

This octopus'll teach her Mach swimming

that'd make even a barracuda blanch!

You can swim?!

Ah... what a chill vibe...

Am I at the water? Man, this is a great dream.

And no wonder: I'm totally worry-free.

If I keep making Meg-Meg be my tutor...

I'll have my next end-of-term exams in the bag, too...

Hah! Take that!

Where... am I?

Hey! Cut that out!

Am I dreaming?

You're awake, I see.

Um... th-this is the Fish Kingdom!

Come and swim with us!

You look like Meg-Meg.

No, I don't. And I don't know who Meg-Meg is.

I'm Fish-Fish.

That name belongs on a restaurant!

My name is Fishell.

And my name is Fishina.

Why does Fishina the fish need a float ring?!

And I'm the Fish King:

the mightiest octopus in the water realm,

able to splash through river and sea at will.

An octopus?!

What a splendid back-and-forth!

That'll serve as a good warm-up.

Now for some stretches!

Massage, massage...

Then a quick-change!

And into the water!

W-Water?!

Calm down, Kokona— it's shallow here.

You want to be able to swim, don't you?

Just give it a try!

I-It doesn't matter now if I can't swim!

I use that as ammunition instead,

to endear myself to people!

I just say I can't swim and my friend who looks like you

will do anything I tell her to do!

Okay, now get walking already!

You've got to warm up your body!

Th-The nerve!

You're just some fish!

So, Koro... Fish King, you're not joining them?

N-No, I just came to the pool today to work on my tan.

It's the middle of the night.

If you don't get in the water,

you can't teach her how to swim.

I've got to find out if he can swim or not.

I suppose that's true. I'll get in, then.

He dove in with zero hesitation!

We'll start with a basic kick-off glide.

Kick-Off Glide

That's a kick-off glide?!

This is a special swimsuit

I developed for just such an occasion.

It's entirely waterproof

and can stand up to swimming at Mach speed.

Observe my repertoire of arcane strokes!

I'm being swept along!

Don't panic, Kokona!

We're going to practice ocean swimming!

The basics are the same as in a pool!

Feel the push with your palms and keep a good tempo!

Switch it up:

try a backstroke, then back to a crawl!

That swimsuit is cheating, Fish King!

I'm the Fish King! The swim king!

Yeah!

We wanted to see if you could be in water without one!

The stroke-king, not the sink-king!

Sure I can!

No suit required!

He's in the water—

without his suit!

No—wait.

He's splashing the water away at Mach speed!

Wh-What the heck?!

He's coming toward me— and he's pulling me in!

Stay calm!

Start swimming in this direction!

Huh?

That's called a rip current.

It's a current that bounces off land

and flows out into open water.

That might be what caused you to nearly drown before.

Rather than swim uselessly toward land,

swim parallel to the shore and you'll escape the current.

But above all, do not panic!

And knowing is barely half the battle.

Now swim your tail off till morning

and train your body to move as fluidly as a fish!

You can do it! That's it!

Again!

Yeah, this guy isn't cut out to teach phys ed to humans.

Good time! Kokona Tagawa!

When'd you find time to practice? Good for you!

What's happened to me?

Ever since that weird dream with the fish

and their crazy training,

my swimming skills have gotten shockingly good.

Oh, well! I adore having all eyes on me for my swimming!

You were so cool out there, Kokona.

Meg-Meg!

You've conquered your fear of water.

I guess you'll be fine without my help!

D-Dammit!

I... I can't let my standing slip now...

Hmph!

I never needed your help for anything anyway!

There goes your sense of responsibility for her,

Kataoka.

Remember:

you can't only take people by the hand and make them swim;

sometimes you must be firm about letting go.

Right—and there'll come a time to cast you aside, too.

Aw, man, we never found out

if Koro Sensei really can't swim.

Oh, and:

As you surmised, I cannot swim.

Once I take on water, I can barely move at all.

As weak points go, I'd say this is a doozy.

Still, I'm not particularly on guard or anything.

I'm confident I won't fall in, and even if I do,

I'm pretty sure I can handle Kataoka one-on-one.

So believe in your own efforts

and work to improve your swimming skills.

That's the whole reason I created this pool.

For Koro Sensei to actually build us a pool

is a much too meddlesome thing to do.

Maybe he just doesn't know when to stop.

Or maybe our target's

switching it up with our method.

But he did help me get over the whole Kokona thing.

Without that hanging over my head,

I could concentrate on my schoolwork.

I mean, we all—

The Fish Kingdom?

Fish-Fish?

You're hung up on that? Let it go!

It's not fair that you got to do something so fun.

Imagine my surprise when I got handed a fish costume.

Right?

Back then

I still wasn't really sure about him being our teacher.

I mean, were you ever sure?

Good point.

Now, now.

Anyway, I have gratitude for Koro Sensei.

But if that was

another part of his training us up to kill him...

We have to meet him there.

And that means I have to work up the resolve

to do just that.

Kataoka...

So you have your answer, then, Kataoka.

Yeah.

Is there any other option?

Not at the moment.

You two are taking the pragmatic approach.

Nothing pragmatic about it.

We all came to this decision

by clashing over it and hashing it out, didn't we?

I guess so.

I get what Kataoka is trying to say.

Maehara...

I mean, I like Koro Sensei.

There you go again. Honest to a fault.

If it weren't for Koro Sensei,

I'd probably just be a pick-up artist.

A... pick-up artist?

As if you're not one now.

Being sent to the E Class let me see the faces people have—

good and bad.

Hey, did you see the news yesterday?

That monster rookie in high-school baseball

is going to college instead of turning pro.

What a waste.

We've got the ball game tournament

and end-of-term exams coming up.

Gotta do our best.

Is it that time already?

Let's show 'em what the E Class is made of!

Is that...

It's Maehara.

And he's with Kaho Tsuchiya from the C Class.

Ha! Always making time with the ladies!

"Maehara's sharing an umbrella outside the station!"

And you're still a sucker for student gossip, Koro Sensei.

I expect to release a nonfiction account

of all my students' tales of romance before the third term.

We'll have to kill you before that gets published!

I guess Maehara's chapter will be a long one.

He's a popular guy!

He's practically always with a different girl...

He's an all-around great athlete,

a hunk who's full of energy.

He'd even have good grades in a regular school—

and be even more popular.

Well, then, off to my next scoop!

Oh, hey, Kaho.

What are you doing?

N-No, Seo, it's not like that!

I just happened to not have my umbrella,

and he let me share his!

You had one this morning.

I left it at school.

So that's how it is.

Your new boyfriend is busy with student council,

so you figured you'd keep me as a backup?

Wow, Kaho.

No! I'm telling you, you're wrong!

It's not...

Listen,

you do realize this is your fault?

Your lack of effort got you punted

all the way down to the E Class, Maehara.

And the E Class won't move on to Kunugigaoka High,

so sooner or later we'll barely see each other.

I figured you'd be in shock

from winding up in the E Class,

so I held off on breaking up with you outright,

but I was hoping you'd take the hint.

I guess that's too much to ask from E-Class brains!

That's rich coming from you—

Don't you get it?

We won't be at the same high school,

so we'll never face consequences for anything we do to you!

Now you apologize to Kaho!

Apologize for sharing your umbrella!

I never knew you were so despicable,

lashing out in jealousy like that.

Don't ever look me in the eye again.

Kaho.

Let's go.

What are you jerks doing?!

Maehara!

You okay, Maehara?

Maehara!

Hey, gang...

Backstabbed by a woman?!

What a colossal slut!

Nah, I don't mind.

You don't?

She's allowed to start liking someone else.

If she's not feeling it anymore,

she's right to dump me.

Heck, I do the same thing.

Wow. Pretty philosophical for a third-year middle schooler.

Still...

Her guilt put her

into making-excuses mode for only a second

before she immediately switched into attack mode.

That "He is in the E Class, after all" stuff.

Then it was all misplaced anger

and trying to justify herself...

It's kind of sad—and scary.

I wonder if everyone is like that

when they spot weakness in someone.

Am I guilty of that, too?

Whoa! Koro Sensei—

you're all swollen! So swollen!

Time for revenge.

Huh?

You were subjected to an unreasonable humiliation.

Whereas the powerless

would simply cry themselves to sleep...

you all have power.

An assassin's power to go undetected,

neutralizing your target while leaving no trace.

What are you plotting now, Koro Sensei?

We'll pile indignity upon indignity,

making them most sublimely embarrassed indeed.

Sorry about yesterday.

My ex was being a total disgrace.

I never knew he was such a contemptible creep.

Don't be dating

the kind of guys who'd wind up in the E Class.

'Scuse me...

Could you let us through?

We'd like to sit at that table there.

If you could just pull your leg in a bit...

Say what?

Sure, I'd move

if you were actually passing through, Gramps.

You don't have to be all snide about it. See?

Th-Thank you...

Sorry for the bother.

Give me a break.

This is no place for old farts.

Don't, they'll hear you!

So, anyway, about this trip that's coming up...

Wow. That's Nagisa and Kaede?

You know those party masks?

I just gave them some finishing touches.

It was the right move, bringing you along.

Nice that we got to use this place, eh?

Yeah—

Yada and Kurahashi are keeping the owner occupied.

Negotiations: Toka Yada

You're so young!

It's amazing what just a touch

Can I call you "big brother"?

of Professor Bitch's skills can do.

It seems our defenses are doing fine.

Now to launch our strategy.

Okuda, do you have those BB's I asked for?

I-I do.

I whipped them up in a hurry.

Chemistry: Manami Okuda

I had a hard time getting all of them the same size, though.

Top Male Sharpshooter: Ryunosuke Chiba

Whereas those two look too perfect...

Ready when you are! All right! Begin infiltration! OK, entering the café now Prep complete We'll time to you

Disruption: Kaede Kayano

Dear...

Is there a restroom in this neighborhood?

There's a shop 100 meters down the road, but...

Just use the one here.

We may be sitting outside, but we're still customers.

Oh, of course. I'll be right back.

Ew, is she losing it?

Sure hope that doesn't happen to us.

Will you just quit it already?!

You batty old farts and your constant clattering!

Ooh!

Bingo.

Piece of cake compared to a Mach-20 target.

Oh, my apologies...

We'll be leaving

once my companion is back from the toilet.

Honestly. What terrible clientele today.

Sorry—usually its customers are all so chic.

The ones below can take it from here.

Gurgle gurgle gurgle

M-My stomach kinda hurts...

Mine t-too...

Are you sure about the coffee here?

D-Don't be stupid! I come here all the time!

Magnesium is the main component of these BB's.

Heh heh heh heh heh

It stimulates the large intestine

far more than an over-the-counter remedy.

In short, it'll give them the runs. Big time.

I call them "Victoria Falls."

I... I need a bathroom.

Ladies first!

Hey! Why is it occupied?!

Oh! It's that old lady!

Hey, manager! Isn't there another bathroom?

We only have the one... Maybe nearby?

There's a shop 100 meters down the road, but...

Now hang on!

Me first!

You're a man— just dump it anywhere!

As if!

Here we go—right on target!

Those two are so prideful, after all.

No. 1 in Knife Skills, Female: Hinata Okano

They wouldn't dream of asking to use anyone's bathroom.

How about we finish off that pride

once and for all?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh my God, what is this? I'm drenched!

Eek! Caterpillars?!

Who would ever...

Never mind that! A bathroom!

They don't even have time to get a grip on the situation.

Thanks for trimming those pesky branches.

You certainly are nimble, aren't you?

Actually it's our ambush—

er, our tree-climbing training, ma'am.

Me first!

No, me!

Ladies first!

First come, first served!

A real man would stand aside!

I was here first!

You should feel a little better now.

I was!

No, I was!

We both know that I was!

The two of them, filthy, racing to a bathroom...

I'm sure it was mortifying for them both.

Well, um... how do I put this...

Thank you. For making it such a big deal.

What do you think, Maehara?

Do you still see yourself

as someone who'd torment the weak?

No—after seeing everyone here today,

I'm just not capable of that.

You may not look powerful at first glance,

but everyone has their own dependable weapon hidden away.

Plenty of them that even I don't have.

That's how it is.

You can't judge strength or weakness at a glance.

Now that you've learned that today, through assassination,

I doubt you'll be looking down on the weak anytime soon.

Yeah. I think so, too, Koro Sensei.

Ah, rats!

I've got dinner plans with a girl from another school.

Thanks, everyone. See you tomorrow!

Another one?

Ah.

I understand the situation.

It's not that I don't get where you're coming from.

However...

What if you were clocked by an ordinary citizen,

you octopus?!

Your reckless methods are always causing the government

no end of trouble!

Do you have any idea how much money and maneuvering it takes

to smooth over the commotions you cause on a regular basis?!

And you, too!

Getting payback for some stupid quarrel

just brings you down to their level.

Your assassination skills

are meant for a much bigger target!

Remember that—and conduct yourselves accordingly!

We will!

Be conscious of the fact

that you yourselves are all a state secret as well.

Yes, sir!

Next snack is on you!

So yeah, it's all thanks to you and Koro Sensei

that I am who I am today.

I was a real puny nothing back then.

But don't give us that "See you tomorrow!" crap!

That's the problem?

It really pissed us off!

Dinner with a girl from another school!

You're jealous?!

That's my strength—just like we all have our own weapons!

It pisses me off even more that you're so self-aware!

As... a...

...man...

No! I'm a resourceful guy!

Huh! Are you now?

I see. But, you know...

Wh-What now?

We all saw what you did on Valentine's Day.

Wha—?!

Hey, Maehara...

Hmm?

Let's... go home together.

Oh, sure.

You never ask me to walk home with you, Okano.

I bet you're nervous about exams.

After all,

only our safety schools have accepted us so far.

I get it.

All the progress I've made this year

is because of Koro Sensei's teaching.

But starting in high school,

we'll have to stand on our own two feet.

Yeah...

That's true, but...

Um...

Yes—now get closer...

He's always like this when a boy and a girl are together.

Always going after student romance scoops...

Wait.

H-How about some karaoke, Okano? To relax!

Uh-huh!

Here's my chance!

♪ We stretch out our hands

♪ And even if we can't touch it

♪ That crescent moon

♪ is so beautiful

♪ Our valiant voices

♪ Are sure to carry

♪ We tell our back-then selves

♪ Our heads hung low

♪ "Now—run!"

Phew! That's some good singing!

Nice job harmonizing with all my songs.

Right? Fear the skills of a playboy!

Any second now...

So hey, Maehara.

The reason I was waiting for you to leave school today?

Tomorrow's February 14.

I'd be too... shy to give you this

on the actual day.

Dammit! Mission failed!

Wh-What are you doing, sneaking up on me like that?!

Huh? Maehara... what... what's going on?!

Uh...

Our teacher always shows up

to spy on a guy and a girl hitting it off.

Okajima, you idiot!

Your plan there was a good one, Maehara!

Wait, Okano—didn't Maehara tell you?

Drop dead!

Chocolates... Oh, tomorrow's Valentine's Day.

You really stepped in it this time, Maehara.

Way to stomp all over a young woman's feelings!

This won't do, Maehara.

You may have freedom in both assassination and romance,

but insufficient communication

results in outcomes like this one.

I mean, he's not wrong,

but it's rich being lectured by a peeping Tom.

I've made a decision:

I'll be giving you a homework assignment.

Cheer up Okano tomorrow

and receive chocolate from her directly

or I'll give you a character evaluation of "playboy"

He's a playboy. Also a womanizing horndog who's strayed from the moral path. But he's a good kid!

on your permanent record.

What?!

You still haven't taken the exam for your dream school.

It would be a shame if there were any... adverse effects.

Say, Okano,

take this, would you?

Shut up!

That was an accident yesterday... okay?

Why is Maehara giving chocolates? He's a boy.

Enough already!

Okano! C'mon, please!

Beats me.

Cheer up, would you?

Okay, let's speed this up.

I'll pass this chocolate to this empty space,

so you set up an arm trap and give it right back to me.

How dare you order me around like some kind of playmaker!

Okajima told me about your permanent record!

You just need chocolates from me, huh?

Well, you're definitely not getting any now!

Let that peeping octopus brand you a playboy!

So that's what's going on...

A pistol like Okano who acts before she thinks

would really hate getting caught up

in a scheme like this.

Especially when we kind of knew how she felt...

I'd hate to see them graduate on bad terms.

Hey, Okano, why not hear him—

Not even Nagisa, huh?

No one can quell Okano's fury!

Second Period

I pray thee...

Hmph!

Third Period

Fourth Period

Put this chocolate together correctly. To: Maehara

Lunch Break

C'mon, Koro Sensei, call it off already.

Throw it out! Just throw it out!

Hinata's straightforward, but stubborn when she's mad.

Just toss it! Toss it!

No matter how hard Maehara tries,

C'mon,hurry! Hurry up!

she's not giving him any chocolate.

Enough, I said!

No.

If he can't win a girl's heart...

I can't let him graduate from this assassination classroom.

A superlative killer must be versed in many things.

Handling the opposite sex is certainly one of them.

Hey, Okano,

I'm begging you: cheer up and give me chocolate!

Get real! You just want a good evaluation!

I don't care if my record says I'm a playboy—

I just don't want it to go down like yesterday.

I want a proper handover.

And... I'm sorry. For not realizing.

Your apologies won't work.

Don't you know I'm the type who won't budge an inch?

I do!

I came to know everything about you this year!

Like what?

Well, let's see:

When you do a high kick,

we can see everything, but you think we can't,

because you're a totally unrefined meathead.

My food's tastier than yours in home ec,

the manga I lend you comes back with rice stuck to it—

oh, and it's often stuck to your face, too.

You must really love rice, damn.

You're insanely violent.

Get a little mad and you start clawing.

Get even madder and the middle kicks start flying.

Get madder yet and you break out the drop kicks!

In that case...

...why don't you...

...eat this?!

When you're at your maddest,

you put an anti-Sensei knife to people's throats.

You're positively feral.

My training knife—

it's chocolate?!

I swapped it out this morning.

And now I've gotten it from you directly.

That's super creepy!

I know you pretty well, wouldn't you say?

I wouldn't learn the harmonies to all of

a girl's favorite songs if I weren't interested in her.

You go quiet when you're embarrassed.

Simpletons really can't lie—

Oh, shut up!

Well, at least that's settled.

I'd like to see them make more progress before graduation.

Y-Y-Y-You mean everyone saw that?!

Thank Koro Sensei.

He sent a special update to the group chat.

Oh, I got that!

Me, too.

So did I.

Damn that octopus!

So this is you being resourceful?

It's creepy, all right.

So what happened after that, hmm?

Yeah, Mr. Romcom!

Unforgivable!

But why?!

Why not?

You're the worst!

But it worked out in the end!

Boys suck.

Whoa! Stop! Say no to violence!

Wait!

Shouldn't we stop them?

Whatever for? This is fun.

We've all changed so much.

I mean, our first term felt like a wake.

Yeah.

Huh? What are you on about, Karma?

You've changed more than any of us.

What, really? I think you've changed the most, Terasaka.

Shut it!

Right, Nagisa?

Yo, Nagisa, quit laughing!

Whoa! Uncle, Terasaka, uncle!

Hey—

You little...

So much commotion so early in the day.

Hey, Itona. You're actually on time today!

Well, it's not like I'll need to be here for much longer.

True enough.

What's with the weird vibe in here?

Is my being on time really that unusual?

It is.

Well, you're throwing me off.

Geez!

Ow, ow, ow...

I'm fine, really.

You're absolutely right.

A lot will happen when you're together for a year.

Maybe too much.

All right, class!

I could hear your especially animated voices

all the way outside.

Though since this campus is in the middle of nowhere,

you can technically be as noisy as you like.

It looks like today's classes

are going to be even livelier than usual.

What classes? We're already done with our exams.

What's left to even do in our classroom, octopus?

He's not wrong!

Whatever are you saying, Terasaka?!

Life is learning-- 365 days a year!

Our classes will continue

until the second before graduation!

All right, who's on duty today?

Ritsu.

Exiting sleep mode. Starting up...

I'm Autonomous Intelligence Fixed Artillery Ritsu,

and I'll be the student on duty today.

Now then, class...

Stand up!

There won't be much more of this anymore, either.

Will they really manage to kill me?

If they killed me today...

No, I can't be killed today. Not just yet.

After all, my ace in the hole isn't even ready!

I have my own arrangements to make, you know!

I'm a busy octopus!

Don't you agree that winter break is too short, class?

Don't you?!

I get lonely over winter break without my students,

but an adult must know how to make the most

of their alone time as well.

Now that's not half-bad.

Seeker,

is it true that you tracked down his hideout?

No intelligence agency of any country in the world

could manage that!

Yeah, I tracked it down, all right.

His secret hideout, known to no one...

Cheers!

Nice work, Seeker!

Now that's what I call a pro assassin!

I narrowed down landing spots from flight angle and velocity.

One of them hit the bullseye.

I bet that hideout was meticulously camouflaged, too,

am I right?

You'd be surprised.

Koro Sensei's Adult Weak Spot #1: Gaudy houses

Could it be more obvious?!

I've never seen a more self-assertive hideout!

Phew, I'm pooped. How about a bath? Hee-hee!

And he just comes and goes like normal!

Here, Hotaru,

take these over to their group.

Got it.

What was it like inside?

Every time we assassins take him on...

he ends up taking very special care of us.

He plucked out all my baby hair—

even my forearm is smooth as anything.

Total Beauty

He cleaned this one guy's family home

and put his hidden dirty magazines on top of his desk!

So it must be an almost pathologically clean house...

right?

Koro Sensei's Adult Weak Spot #2: Messy house

It's a hoarder house.

It's filthy!

Vanishing voodoo pitch!

Kee-rack!

Oh, a home run!

And it's a huge upset with the bases loaded! Hooray!

He's got so many toys sold

at family-restaurant checkout counters...

To think any adult would just have to buy that crap...

All those unfamiliar cup noodles, too.

Oh, yeah.

He's especially impressionable when it comes to new varieties.

Does he need cosmetics?

His personality is pretty middle-aged-man.

Well... he does do a little drag.

He has way too much takeout beef-bowl ginger,

he washes and reuses disposable chopsticks...

Actually, what are his living expenses like?

He seems to squander

quite a bit on himself and his students.

Is his teacher's salary enough?

He doesn't seem to do any other work.

I thought his non-teacher income was nil,

but then... suddenly he had the eyes of a beast

on the hunt for herbivores.

N-Not burglary, surely?!

They're catching up in a big way!

Tekiro Brian from the far outside!

Matsukaze Pandora still out back!

Onikage-donna staying on the inside!

Oh, yeah! Come on, come on!

Gambling?!

Come on come on come on come on...

No!

And he lost.

He's that despondent over a 300-yen bet?

But he buys bets for his dead-on favorite by the box.

That would still only net him a few hundred yen in winnings.

Where is it, where is it—here it is!

Next he tried to make up for it

with scratch lottery tickets.

Did he seriously only buy one?

He must still be rocked by his loss at the races.

He hasn't noticed

that you can't scratch those with your fingers.

Buffoooon

So he loses at both, then has a lie-down.

He stays under the kotatsu heater for about three hours.

Koro Sensei's Adult Weak Spot #4: Lives a lazy life

Ice cream from the freezer, manga from the shelf,

oranges from the entryway--

he grabs everything with his tentacles.

That's totally how hopeless failures live!

The real showstopper is what comes next:

He gets up and heads for another room.

Another room?

You'll be speechless.

This is the most important room in the house for him.

A collection gleaned from all over the world.

He was careful to include all manner of things

that lurk in the shadows.

Found you!

D-Don't tell me...

Is it a room of intel on us assassins?!

Did he suss out the assassination plots

of our worldwide network?

No!

Check it out!

Dirty magazines, collected from all over!

He's happy just gazing at them for ages!

What's with that Zen pose and the enlightened expression?!

I have ascended...

You haven't ascended anywhere!

What a fine example of a garbage adult.

I never thought he was this bad outside of school...

What did you do after recording all this?

You were supposed to contact us

once you got the whole picture.

About that...

You saw me...

and my grown-up free space.

You call that "free space"? All you do is laze around!

I've dedicated one day a month to extensive lazing around!

Somewhere I won't be a bad example for my students!

I'm such a good and virtuous fellow at school...

Can't I take a break once in a while?

What's so virtuous about you?

You find and read dirty magazines at school, too.

Still, a highly experienced pro assassin

tracking down my hideout—

even my students couldn't manage that feat.

What are your students up to, anyway?

They don't seem to be trying any assassinations lately.

They're doing their winter break homework.

It's the one thing I mustn't help them with.

The students have to give the answers themselves.

Well,

now that I've lazed around, it's time to pick up stakes!

What?! After I finally found this place?

At my speed, I can have this all cleared out

in a half-hour flat.

Too bad for you!

And then he escaped.

Tch. Another failure.

How are we gonna kill that octopus?

If we put our strengths together, we can do it.

For you.

Keep it!

Who even are you, anyway?!

Oh, my. You all get along so well with each other.

If I could see, I'd like to see that octopus—

the star of your story.

No no no!

That monster is completely not worth seeing!

No getting the jump on us, now.

Same goes for you.

I'll be the one to sweet-talk Azusa once we get the bounty.

Pub Azusa

These weirdos are always stopping by our pub.

They say all these unfamiliar words are practice

for a local theater club.

With its blind owner and her oblivious grade-school helper,

this pub proved very convenient.

We can hand-wave any overheard assassination chat

as theater talk.

Yo! The gang's all here!

Didn't we tell you to stay away from this place?!

My, my! You could always drink elsewhere.

As soon as that customer shows up, the place livens up.

He's a teacher.

Apparently I look like one of his students.

What are you drinking, Mr. Octopus?

Mmm, let's start with a cassis orange.

Are you a girl?!

And to snack on...

Hmm... let's see... hmm... hmmmmm...

Koro Sensei's Adult Weak Spot #7: Takes too long to pick a bar snack

Nothing for now!

If only he weren't here!

Here's your cassis orange, Mr. Octopus.

Thank you very much, Hotaru.

Knife & Gun Expert Mario

The other assassins...

Expert Target-Tracker Seeker

...pulled out before winter started.

Expert Lockpick Chantha

We're the only ones still going after this guy.

Expert Nosepick Futoshi

If we could only...

...see an opening...

...we could kill him at any time.

And this bastard is full of openings!

Koro Sensei's Adult Weak Spot #8: Can't handle his liquor, obviously

Ooh... Not another drop...

Don't be getting blind drunk on one sip of cassis orange!

But no matter how drunk he gets, he can still dodge!

What are you doing, gentlemen?

Looks like their usual theater practice.

Special-effect makeup is crazy these days.

Waaah, I wanna hang out with my students...

Koro Sensei's Adult Weak Spot #9: Weepy drunk

That's right—you're a teacher, Mr. Octopus.

Blubber blubber blubber...

You can't see them over winter break?

What about the one you said I look like?

Yes... I wanna see them all, him included.

"Him"? Not "her"?!

Her... girl... girlfriend...

I wanna go to a mixer.

So self-indulgent without your students!

I just... wanna be popular with the ladies.

I wanna, like, invite busty college coeds

into some silly club.

And we'd all play boisterous games...

and we'd get to know each other better...

Me and college coeds...

He's particular about that detail.

College girls... coeds...

is middle-aged-man stuff.

C'mon, let's have a mixer!

Just us!

Yeah, right!

I don't even want to think about you

picking up girls out there!

Then why not have a pretend mixer here?

A middle-aged lady and a grade-schooler

have to be better than nothing.

And whoever does the best at the games... let's see...

I'll give him a big hug!

A-Are you sure? Hotaru?

Just no alcohol for me.

I have no business working at a pub if I can't handle

a pretend mixer.

Angels, the both of them...

Okay, gang, let's do it!

Azusa's hug will be mine!

No, mine!

One sprout!

Sprouting Bamboo-Shoot Game

Yay!

I didn't see his hand go up!

Never saw someone break the sound barrier

playing this game.

Mind the rhythm, keep the beat;

start with "octo," keep it neat!

Octo 100!

Octo octo octo octo octo octo octo octo octo octo

Such speed!

Such accuracy!

Such vigilance!

Yamanote Line Game

Scabbardfish.

Um... uh... a fish, a fish—

There aren't any left!

Oarfish.

O-Oarfish!

T-Triplewart seadevil!

Bearded leatherjacket!

He's remembering to bank goodwill with the women

by giving them casual assists!

Game Over

And with the most points, the winner is Mr. Octopus!

That was no fun— you're too good.

As promised:

And squeeze!

No way—is he...

going after Azusa, too?!

Screw that! What about us?!

Azusa, the check, please.

You all take care of yourselves—

it's cold out here.

Sleep well, now.

Yeah, you too.

Man, Azusa is gorgeous.

And that Hotaru is a good kid.

Makes me want them to be my family.

No way she'd let herself be wooed by that octopus.

Yeah, but...

Could we make those two happy?

No way. Ours is not a profession to be proud of.

Let's see, the sake glasses are...

Ah, here.

Lined up all nice and orderly.

I feel so much better now

with the cleaning coming along and all...

Hotaru's doing a wonderful job.

Oh, a supplier? Must be our sake delivery.

Thank you, as always.

Not at all, ma'am.

M-Mr. Sengoku!

Hey, nice.

You didn't forget the sound of your creditor's voice.

Your late husband's debt has ballooned to a cool 10 mil.

I don't see you repayin' that, no matter how patient I am.

Let's go.

Where to?!

We're gonna discuss repayment plans in my office.

Be a shame to let this face, this body,

rot away in some pub on the outskirts of town.

Your being blind—that works out well, too.

Think of all the politicians and CEOs who insist on secrecy!

Mom?!

Hotaru!

Hey, Hotaru. Rest easy.

Mom's just tryin' a little career change.

You wanna help? It'll pay off her debt faster!

What?!

She was? Azusa?

No way...

Business may not have been booming,

but to think she owed that much...

This is bad. We can't let him get away with this.

What do we do?

Is there anything... we can do?

You rang?

You're all well aware of my capabilities.

I can have this all cleared up in a half-hour flat.

Get lost.

If you interfere, we'll show those photos to your students.

As a teacher, isn't your students' trust the thing

you most want to protect?

Assassins have things worth protecting, too.

Just shut up and watch, target.

We're the ones who'll defend our hangout.

What's their background?

First we need a location.

I'll go through my loan-shark intel.

We'll need transportation. Leave it to me.

Hotaru?!

I'm coming, too. I'm going to get Mom back.

She's the most important person to me...

And if we lose her,

you guys will lose your meeting place, too.

For you, Hotaru, it's the thought that counts.

Let's just follow those fellows for now.

What they do should prove highly informative

if you want to be of help to someone one day.

A loan shark's office with no address and no sign.

Leave it to you to track it down so quickly.

I used phone logs left behind in the pub

and data from hacking neighborhood security cameras.

Then my personal network, some calculations--

and my own experience.

A cinch compared to finding that octopus's hideout.

Seeker used to be a crackerjack air-traffic controller.

One day,

he caught all the blame for a big passenger jet crash

and was forced out of his job.

He took the know-how from his old job,

added some self-taught skills,

and devised a way to pinpoint the coordinates of any target.

But he can never recover the trust that world

had lost in him.

Now he has to use those abilities for... other things,

just to survive.

This is where it gets tough:

All intel points

to this guy being a really dirty loan shark.

He's not the kind of guy you can reason with.

We have to make this snappy, or Azusa will be in danger!

A mother, a child, and no eyesight to boot.

Just give up and sign already.

You know the only way you can pay off this much debt

is with your body.

Refuse and I'll have to start using force.

First, a little staff training.

Gotta show you what's expected of you

at your new workplace.

I want to throw up... my mind's all fuzzy...

But... this is the only way...

These autolocks are a real pain.

You can force your way in,

but they up the risk of the target being tipped off

and getting away.

Still,

the IC chip specs at this condo are especially simple.

We can use the master key I came up with.

Hey, octopus.

We're going in. You and Hotaru stay here.

Roger that.

But be sure to resolve this

in a way that won't leave Hotaru disillusioned.

Tch.

Let me spell it out for you:

We're assassins.

Killing is all we're good for.

Yeah, right!

Wh-What are you doing here?!

I'll do a little clean-up.

Okay.

I mean, we used to be--

Mario used to work security

for prime ministers and the like.

Chantha, too, was once a tech at an elite security firm.

They all got caught up in scandals

and lost the public's trust before the currents of fate

brought them to their current line of work.

I guess grown-ups have all kinds of pasts.

But, Mr. Octopus, why do you know so much about them?

It's not like you're friends or anything.

I myself was once in the same line of work.

It's only natural for me to look into

an esteemed colleague or four.

Why did you quit, Mr. Octopus?

That's easy: There was something I wanted to do more.

The ultimate job,

one I wouldn't regret risking everything for.

Now they're fine upstanding adults, too.

Soon they'll be following new paths on their own two feet.

Wh-Who the hell...

We'll be taking Azusa back now.

Your "repayment plan" was all a sham, anyway.

Gentlemen!

Tch.

Is that the deal?

You hired some punks in hopes of shirking your debt?

Fine—do your worst!

The "gentlemen" in my corner won't take this lying down.

A fatal accident, a fire at the pub—

there are plenty of ways to retaliate.

See, I have all the paperwork for this one's debt.

It fully explains the risk and repayment terms,

and she absolutely signed it of her own free will.

It's no use. It's all illegal, everything

from the interest rate to your collection tactics.

Money Lending Business Act, Article 21:

"Persons who engage in the Money Lending Business,

in collecting claims under the Contract for the Loan,

must not intimidate persons or act in any way

which may harm the tranquility of a person's

personal life or business operations."

Also, just at a glance,

interest rates higher than stipulated are nullified

by Article 1 of the Interest Rate Restriction Act.

Furthermore, a violation of Article 5 of the Investment Act

means imprisonment and/or fines,

with an unregistered business being in additional violation

of Article 11 of the Money Lending Business Act.

Conducting business without a fixed telephone line

is in violation of Article 15(1)(iii) of the Money Lending Business Act.

In the Penal Code, we have kidnapping for profit,

unlawful confinement, extortion.

Being backed by yakuza is irrelevant.

If this goes to trial,

you'll be the one hit with devastating damages.

Wh-What are you, a lawyer?!

Compendium of Japanese Law

Ancient history.

One of my contemporaries and rivals

was a real trial whiz with this stuff.

A lot's happened between us,

but I could bring him in if you'd like.

Futoshi... What a background!

All this is to say that

legal or illegal, you don't have a leg to stand on.

Now, we could send you to the very depths of hell...

or you could leave that pub alone.

Get outta here.

Don't let me see your face again.

Mom!

Hotaru!

Mom...

It's going to be all right.

They won't ever bother you again.

Thank you so much... I can't thank you enough...

I-I'm sorry.

I'm just so relieved that I—I'm weak in the knees.

Please, let me rest here for a moment.

O-Of course! I'll stay with you through the night!

You four call a cab and get Hotaru home first.

I'll bring Azusa by later!

He does nothing, and he gets the prize...

Suck it up—this is still enemy territory.

He's still qualified to protect her here.

Yeah, but...

What about us?

We can still be pretty damn useful to people.

Maybe... a career change.

If we four get together, we might be able to do some good.

Your ride will be here soon.

Right... thank you.

To think you would all come—and Hotaru, too.

You've got a great daughter there.

Always putting others' happiness before her own.

Yes, you're all such good people.

Which is how...

my plan almost went awry.

What's wrong, Hotaru?

Nothing. Just thought I heard something, that's all.

That... that should have exploded!

Too bad. My tentacles are faster than blast waves.

I collected the waves and the sound and all the debris

before the blast wave could send it flying,

fused it, welded it, glued it, casted it—

and voilà: Good as new!

I-I heard you were fast, but... that fast?

True, I can't handle a surprise attack completely,

but this time I was fully prepared.

That's why I sent them away first, too: to clear the decks

and let your assassination proceed as planned.

When did you notice?

Right from the start.

The first time I came to your pub.

Wha—hey, octopus! How'd you find this place?!

I saw mournful bloodlust burning in your eyes.

One of my students had those same eyes.

There was a time he didn't know to value himself, either.

And just like you, he wound up in a suicide attack.

They said... I had no more than three years to live.

A malignant brain tumor. Inoperable.

Losing my eyesight was just an early symptom.

In a year or two I won't even be able to walk anymore.

If I die, Hotaru will be left entirely adrift.

And that's when you heard them talking about me.

Yes.

I knew right away that was no play script, at least.

Hotaru's gotten so responsible lately, too.

If I could leave her some money...

she should be able to make it on her own.

So I got the life insurance

that the loan shark recommended,

stole an explosive from Mario,

and left a letter on my desk

hinting that I knew about the bounty.

So—

Either way, Hotaru would have plenty of money.

A wager with very good odds, I'd say.

If I came to help, you'd take me down;

otherwise, you'd take the loan shark and the promissory note

with you in the explosion.

However!

You're a fine assassin yourself,

seeing that you came to kill me.

And you're prepared for retribution?

I am.

I've done a terrible thing, so do with me what you will.

I can't afford to be gentle. This will hurt.

All right.

That student who tried the suicide attack—

he looks like Hotaru.

They, and you, have selfless personalities,

cherishing others over themselves.

If you kill yourself for Hotaru's sake...

she'll go on to follow your example in life.

She'd grow up to be

someone who's quick to use her life for others.

Educationally speaking...

that's no good!

I...

I can see!

I could tell right away that you had a tumor,

after a little observation.

I ran a brain scan during our hug,

then used that to work up an extraction plan.

He pays back his killer... by taking care of her?

I perfected my surgical skills while teaching,

so I could protect the students I inherited

from this one woman— to the very end.

Why go to such lengths?

You're too selfless when it comes to education.

Or maybe...

you're killing who you are and devoting yourself

to being a teacher for that same woman?

Up till yesterday, you saw who I was.

Did I seem like someone who was killing myself?

No. You were free and easy and did what you liked.

Winter break will be over soon,

and I'll be going back to that classroom.

I've lived my life for all it's worth.

No matter what this graduation looks like,

I'll regret nothing.

My students are also moving forward,

with all their might.

You and Hotaru need to live life to the fullest, too,

Please don't forget that you both have value as well.

But how can I have value

when I tried to make money with a crime?

Take a look with your newly-sighted eyes.

All those men? They don't think you're worthless.

You're free to choose whomever and flirt however you wish.

I won't turn that bad.

But I did manage to see everyone's faces.

That alone makes me glad I'm alive.

Thank you so much, Mr. Octopus.

No, thank you. You made my grown-up time quite enjoyable.

Hey, octopus, get away from Azusa!

And put your disguise back on!

Get in, quick!

It wasn't long afterward

that Mr. Octopus stopped coming to the pub.

I'm sure he's preoccupied.

For the sake of what he most wants to do.

If I were a student with a teacher like that...

I bet we'd all discover our own places to be.

Bow!

Good morning!

Yes, good morning to you.

You know, I keep going to this one café.

Chalk it up to old habits dying hard.

Ah, Nagisa, so close!

But you must keep assassination in your hearts

at all times, class.

Full marks! Come on, now: I won't run and I won't hide!

But I also won't go down without a fight.

Say "cheese"!

Even with this wave attack—

Slithery as always!

After all, I am your unkillable teacher!

Why, you!

You octopus!

Koro Sensei!

Nagisa!

Karma!

I do think I've changed here, too.

We're not the outcasts we used to be.

I don't want this to be summed up in a lame word

like "growth," though.

We have such conviction, intent on killing our teacher.

He never gave up on us, not till the very end.

That's pretty great.

And that's why...

we return the favor!

We might not get there today,

but tomorrow, or the day after...

we will hit our target!

I do hope you can kill me— before graduation, that is.

We will graduate— from this room,

from Class 3-E...

from this assassination classroom!

Long time no see!

Sorry I'm late, gang!

There you are. Nagisa's the last one!

Well, if it isn't Nagisa! You haven't changed a bit!

No one's really changed much at all.

I'm surprised by how many of us made it.

Feels like that octopus ain't too far away, either.

Say, Terasaka,

didn't you get a little round these past ten years?

Tch. You're still the same old Karma.

You think? I think I've grown up a lot.

I'm a civil servant, you know.

Yeah, still the same old Karma.

Okay, time for a photo!

Here goes...

It's been ten years, Koro Sensei.