Irina's voice echoed through the classroom, sharp and commanding. "As for the rest of you, those with useful info, come to me!" She flicked her gaze over the students, her lips curling into a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "You brats should sit on the sidelines and watch. Anyone who interferes, I'll kill you."
Her words hung in the air, cutting through the usual classroom chatter. The students felt a chill run down their spines, the weight of her threat sinking in. She wasn't just another teacher—they realized with increasing unease—that she was something far more dangerous.
Irina sat back in her chair, crossing her legs as she casually browsed through Ryu's notes. Her eyes scanned the pages with a practiced ease, occasionally raising an eyebrow at the sharpness of his observations. There was more to Ryu than met the eye, and Irina knew it.
She leaned forward, giving Ryu a wink, her fingers lightly brushing against the pages. Licking her lips seductively, she caught his eye, a spark of something dangerous in her gaze.
Ryu raised an eyebrow, unflinching. He winked back, as if it was just another day. He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. He wasn't intimidated by her. If anything, he found her act almost amusing.
"Hey, Bitch-Sensei! Start the lesson already," a student called out, the nickname clearly starting to catch on around the class.
Irina's lips curled into a tight smile, but her eyes flashed with irritation. "Quit it with all the 'bitch' stuff!" she growled, her voice low and sharp, clearly not amused by the teasing. But she knew she couldn't let it get to her—after all, she was just dealing with some kids.
"Now, spend the rest of your class pronouncing 'v' correctly!" she snapped, trying to regain control of the situation.
Her tone was dismissive as she tried to refocus the class. But the tension between them was palpable
As the class continued, there was a soft, almost stealthy noise at the door. "Irina-Sensei! I brought the pads!" Koro-Sensei whispered, peeking inside the room with his usual mischievous grin.
Irina's face lit up as though she hadn't expected him so soon. "Oh my, thanks a lot, Koro-Sensei!" She quickly stood, walking over to him, her movements graceful but deliberate. "Would you like to have some tea in the afternoon?" she asked, her tone dripping with honey, a stark contrast to the earlier venom in her voice.
"I'd like to talk about something," she said, her usual enthusiasm unwavering. Irina raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sly smile.
"Hehe. Sure thing, Irina-Sensei," he said, as if completely oblivious to the shift in Irina's mood.
Meanwhile, the students were whispering amongst themselves. "I don't like her," Hinano muttered under her breath.
"Sorry, it's the government's instruction to leave it to her. After all, she's a top-class hitman," Tadaomi Karasuma explained quietly, glancing nervously toward Irina.
The truth behind Irina's position was becoming clear. She wasn't just a teacher—she was an assassin.
After class ended, Irina and Koro-Sensei shared a private conversation, just outside the classroom.
"So, Irina-Sensei, what did you want to talk about?" Koro-Sensei asked, his voice full of curiosity.
Irina's smile widened, but there was a coldness to it now. "The truth is," she began, her tone turning serious, "I want to do something special."
She knew the room was full of weapons—guns stashed in hidden places. It was all part of the plan to take Koro-Sensei down. Her eyes glinted with a hint of malice as she revealed her intentions. "It's time to end this game," she whispered under her breath, almost to herself.
She looked up as Koro-Sensei seemed to grow distracted, his attention flicking between her and the students. Irina's gaze hardened. This was it.
In a flash, she activated the plan.
The guns went off.
But Koro-Sensei was already prepared.
He caught every bullet, as if they were nothing more than a slight inconvenience to him. "If I'm being honest," Koro-Sensei said with a slight chuckle, "The plan was terrible. The smell of the aluminum remodeling of the shed gave me enough of a clue. And, just so you know, lead bullets don't work on me."
Irina's face fell as she realized her plan had failed. She'd been so caught up in the usual tactics—focusing on the assassination methods she was most familiar with—that she had overlooked Koro-Sensei's extraordinary abilities.
"If I pretended to be caught, I could've uncovered the assassination plot," Koro-Sensei continued, almost sounding amused. "As a pro, you were too caught up in normal assassin methods. You didn't account for the fact that I'm not like the targets you're used to."
Irina collapsed in defeat, her usual arrogance replaced by frustration. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She had been outsmarted at every turn.
"Now, then the next period is going to start. I'm going to hand out quizzes" Koro-Sensei left the shed.
"This is humiliating," she muttered to herself, her gaze darkening. "I'm going to return this double-fold." She wasn't about to let this setback stop her. She'd get another chance, and when she did, Koro-Sensei wouldn't see it coming.