The morning sky above Berlint was glowing with a muted gold when Loid Forger received the message that derailed the fragile equilibrium he had managed to build. The street was still quiet, the mist was drifting lazily between the buildings, and he was preparing breakfast with a precision born of habit. The knife was sliding through vegetables with mechanical rhythm when the small device on the table vibrated twice.
He read the content in a controlled, neutral gesture.
Eden Academy would be temporarily closed due to a structural incident.
The information struck him harder than any physical blow. His mission depended on Anya being enrolled in an elite school. A sudden gap in her academic record created a risk: superiors questioning his cover, enemies noticing inconsistencies, or political figures sensing something unusual. He exhaled slowly, calming the tension.
He called Anya to the table. She was walking with her usual tiny bounce, still half awake, her hair messy, her eyes trying to focus on the food.
"Papa, is school cancelled forever?" she asked, voice slurred by sleep.
"It's a temporary closure," Loid replied. "We will ensure your education continues without interruption."
Yor turned from the stove where she was stirring a pot, the spoon trembling slightly in her hand. "A new school… already? Won't that be difficult for her?"
"It will be handled," Loid assured, calm and steady.
Anya stared directly at him, her telepathy already scanning his surface thoughts. She froze immediately—his thoughts were structured, fast, heavily coded. She caught only fragments: cover stability… new establishment… administrative gap dangerous. Then her gaze wandered to Yor, whose mind was a chaotic swirl of anxious images involving teachers, wounds, and accidentally harming someone with too much enthusiasm.
Anya swallowed hard. Today is going to be complicated.
Loid had already opened several files on his tablet, evaluating schools that could accept a sudden transfer without suspicion. Most options were poor fits. Prestige without too much scrutiny was the balance he needed.
But Kunugigaoka Junior High School appeared on his list with a governmental recommendation tag. He paused. A public institution with a strict academic reputation. The transfer could blend into administrative routine. It seemed perfect—structured, orderly, and unlikely to provoke unwanted investigations.
He submitted the transfer request immediately.
The response came faster than expected. "Accepted."
Yet something in the phrasing felt odd. The letter mentioned "placement in an appropriate educational environment according to administrative evaluation." That wording triggered a faint alarm somewhere in his intuition, but there was no time to investigate deeper. He had to act.
By mid-morning, the Forgers were walking toward the bus stop. The wind was carrying the faint scent of wet asphalt, the city was waking, and Anya was clinging to her schoolbag with the solemn resignation of someone heading into unknown territory.
The bus ride was long. Buildings gave way to hills. Hills gave way to dense forest. Anya's eyes widened as she pressed against the window. "Papa… why is school hiding in a mountain?"
"It is located slightly outside the urban zone," Loid answered calmly.
But his thoughts were less calm: This location is unnecessarily remote. Why would a public school be so far removed?
When they reached the main campus, Loid approached the administration with professional crispness. The secretary scanned the file.
"Oh yes, the special placement." She stood and gestured. "Please follow me."
The corridor was silent except for their footsteps. Anya felt a creeping unease. She tried reading the woman's thoughts.
And instantly regretted it.
The poor girl… but orders are orders. Though she seems far too small… well, Koro-sensei will manage. Or not. Hopefully not.
Anya's face went pale.
A door slid open, revealing a second administrator carrying a folder thicker than necessary. He smiled with bureaucratic enthusiasm. "Everything is processed. Your child will join Class 3-E immediately."
Loid's eyes narrowed. "I requested Class 1 or 2 for her level. She is not of age for—"
The man raised a hand. "No, no. The evaluation was automatic. The system decided her placement."
Anya tugged at his sleeve. "Papa… something is weird."
Before Loid could press further, the administrator sealed the decision with a stamp. "Class 3-E. Effective now."
Something was fundamentally wrong, but Loid could not make a scene without endangering the mission. He forced himself to remain calm.
They were escorted outside again, toward a path leading deep into the woods. The air was fresh, the sunlight filtered through dense leaves, and a distant wind was rustling the grass.
Anya's steps slowed. Her stomach tightened.
The building at the end of the path looked like a rundown shed more than a classroom. Loid frowned internally. Why would a class be isolated this far from campus? And why in such conditions?
He knocked once and opened the door.
And the world changed.
A blur of yellow filled the room. Not simply fast—impossibly, absurdly fast. Papers rustled violently, chalk dust floated like sparks, and a creature with a round head and a wide smile was darting from corner to corner, moving at a speed that made the air shiver.
The students were working with focused intensity, notebooks open, expressions alert, some holding… was that anti-Koro weaponry?
Anya's brain nearly collapsed.
Koro-sensei was moving with Mach-20 velocity, his thoughts exploding like fireworks. When she involuntarily read them, her mind was assaulted by rapid-fire reflections: Need to correct that equation—must adjust recipe for lunch—weather pattern changing—student in back row needs encouragement—someone is entering—child? Unknown—unknown—unknown—
She staggered, clutching her head.
Yor immediately knelt beside her. "Anya! What's wrong?!"
Koro-sensei stopped mid-air. A faint vibration filled the room, the chalk in his hand still hanging.
Loid maintained his composure. "We were instructed to bring our daughter to Class 3-E. Are we mistaken?"
Koro-sensei floated closer, his robe swaying lightly. "Oh! A new student? How unexpected!" His voice had an unnatural musical bounce. "You must be Anya Forger! Welcome to the End Class!"
The students exchanged looks filled with sympathy. Some murmured quietly:
"She's so young…"
"Does she even know what this place is?"
"This is going to be rough…"
One of the boys—Karma—leaned forward with a sharp grin. "This will be interesting."
Nagisa observed silently, eyes cool and analytical.
Loid bowed courteously, though his eyes scanned every detail. "I would like to understand the teaching objectives of—"
Koro-sensei interrupted cheerfully. "We focus on academic excellence, emotional resilience, and… assassination."
Yor froze. "P-pardon?"
Koro-sensei spread his tentacles in what must have been an attempt at reassurance. "Oh yes! Perfectly normal for Class 3-E. These students are tasked with killing me before the end of the year."
Anya shrieked internally. Papa, take me home take me home take me home.
Loid forced a neutral smile, though his mind was already calculating dangerous possibilities. Assassination training? Government secrecy? Experimental pedagogy? Why was Anya assigned here?
Yor's thoughts were spiraling. So much killing intent… but everyone seems so polite… should I intervene? No, that would expose everything… but what if someone hurts Anya? I could reduce this creature to pieces if necessary—ah no, that would be bad.
Koro-sensei leaned close to Anya. "You're trembling, young lady! Fear not! I am an excellent teacher!"
Anya looked up at him with wide, horrified eyes.
He thinks at Mach 20. My brain is melting.
The students were watching with a mixture of curiosity and expectation. They were used to the madness. They were used to danger. But Anya was… an anomaly.
"It appears," Loid said calmly, "that there has been a misunderstanding. This environment seems inappropriate for a child of her age."
Before he could continue, the administrator from earlier reappeared behind them, breathless. "Apologies for the interruption! But the transfer is final. Absolutely final. Irreversible until the end of the term."
Loid's jaw tightened. Someone wanted her here. But why?
Koro-sensei clapped his hands—tentacles—together. "Wonderful! A new member for Class 3-E! Let us make this a delightful academic adventure!"
He hovered to the front of the room. "Everyone, please give Anya a warm welcome!"
The students clapped politely, though the tension was palpable.
Anya was escorted to an empty desk near Nagisa. Her small hands gripped the edges tightly. She tried once more to scan Koro-sensei's thoughts, hoping for clarity.
Instead she received a mental explosion of simultaneous reactions: Must update lesson plan—ensure new student safety—prepare special bento—monitor her reactions—strange aura—possible hidden potential—
Anya's head hit the desk with a dull thud.
Nagisa blinked. "Are you… alright?"
"I'm… fine," she whispered.
But she was not fine. She was drowning in the mental chaos of the entire room.
The lesson began. Chalk was flying. Pages were turning. Students were adjusting anti-Koro gear. And Koro-sensei was scolding Karma for using explosives indoors.
Loid observed everything, mind calculating scenarios. Yor sat tense, her posture ready to defend at the slightest threat.
Anya lifted her head slowly, watching this impossible environment unfold around her.
Her first conclusion was simple:
This school is hell.
Her second was worse:
And I'm stuck here.
When the class paused for a break, Koro-sensei zipped to her side. "How is our newest pupil doing? Adjusted yet?"
Anya forced a smile. "Heh… heh… yes."
Koro-sensei tilted his head. "Strange. I sense something unusual about you."
Anya froze.
Nagisa was observing her carefully, thoughtful. Karma was leaning back in his chair, amused. The rest of the class was pretending not to watch.
Anya stared at Koro-sensei's smiling face, sweat forming at her temples.
This was only her first day… and survival was already a questionable outcome.
And far behind her, Loid was preparing the diplomatic explanation of a lifetime.