You know him–that the assassin always has his eyes on his target. Hello, everybody! I’m Nagisa Shiota, the trainee teacher in charge of this class. Seven years have passed. I’ve grown way taller and become a much-loved teacher. if only… Huh? A trainee? You’re shittin’ me? Hey, that’s a girl! Let’s pull down her pants and see. C’mon, you’re in junior high, ain’t ya? Why me? How could i have not grown the tiniest bit since junior high?! Everyone else shot right up! And karma’s over six feet tall! Give me a break! And this hell is where i wind ip for my trainee teaching. The power dynamic is the polar opposite. of our assassination classroom! Do you know what kind of place this high school even is? if you don’t wanna wind up in the hospital, make this a study hall. Th-The bell’s rung, so take your seats, class. Take your seats, class?! You don’t get to boss us around. We’ll kill you. Huh? Kill..? Kill, huh? A commonplace word, one that anyone will have heard. But for us, it’s a magic word that gives us courage. I do hope you can kill me. before graduation, that is. Take your seats. let’s begin.