Our assassination plan went so well
that Koro Sensei wound up in his Absolute Defense Form.
Then all this happened.
We can't rely on Koro Sensei for help.
We have to steal the remedy from the bad guys... alone.
Not counting the ten patients and the two left behind to care for them,
all capable students must sneak in from here,
get the jump on the guys at the top,
and steal that remedy!
It's too dangerous.
The ease with which he threatened us
indicates we're up against a real pro.
Yes. Perhaps it would be wisest simply to hand me over.
What do you think?
It's up to all of you.
But... this is...
It's too hard.
They'll plummet to their deaths before they reach the hotel.
I knew it--it's no use. We have to send him with those two.
Nagisa, Kayano... I'm sorry, but--
Well, I mean, if the ledge is the problem,
that part's a piece of cake.
Especially compared to our usual training.
Right?
But we haven't practiced fighting an unknown foe in an unknown hotel,
so, Mr. Karasuma...
It won't be easy, but could you be our commander?
We'll make that jerk pay for messin' with us!
As you can see, they're no ordinary students.
You have a fifteen-member special forces unit at your command.
Fifteen?
Don't forget about me!
Now, there's not much time.
Attention! Our objective is the top floor of the hotel at the summit!
Our mission will shift from a stealth infiltration to a surprise attack!
We'll use the same hand signals and link-ups from training!
The only difference is our target!
You have three minutes to memorize the map.
We begin at 2150!
Right!
Stand up, bow, lock on!
Stand up, bow, lock on! Oh, yeah
Sensei! Target on
The more the potential, the bigger the hassle
Our dropout mentality goes beyond the extraordinary
We looked like we were nodding off, hidden knives in hand
Stand up, bow, lock on!
Let it go and someone's sure to take care of it
We thought it was someone else's problem... and yet
Mr. Teacher, tell us
Will we, still incomplete
Be able to shoot through
The invincible target that's you?
As long as we keep trying, the odds are 50/50
Mr. Teacher, look at us
Lost in so many ways
For you more than anyone else
Studying like a house on fire
Our bloodlust alone is our message to you
A self- (let's go) reliant (all out)
Revolution
Oh, yeah! Sensei! Target on
"Episode 19: Pandemonium Time"
Fifty... minutes left...
Don't get left behind!
Okano sure can move.
Yeah--she's got the rest of us beat in this kind of thing.
Whereas with our teachers...
--Only one of the three of 'em can move. --Too shaky! Climb more carefully! Ugh!
Karasuma!
The students all have exceptional balance.
I have them climb the mountain behind the school.
I see. No wonder they had those flyboards down pat.
Shut up and climb already! My hands are getting tired!
Why did Professor Bitch come again?
She didn't want to stay back and feel left out.
I wouldn't mind... if she didn't slow us down.
Karma, wait!
I'd like to, but we're kind of on a schedule here.
You're right.
Let's do this!
You got a sharp rock there.
That was close...
Make it snappy! What are those guns for, anyway?!
Still...
If this guy knows about Koro Sensei, who could he be?
Ritsu, run a final check of our invasion route.
Yes, sir. Displaying interior map.
Final check:
We can't use the elevators; they require a passcard for every floor.
We'll have to take the stairs...
but they're scattered throughout the hotel,
so we'll have to cover some distance on foot.
It's like a TV station.
What do you mean?
Apparently they have complex layouts to prevent a terrorist takeover.
You sure know a lot about it.
No wonder the bad guys love staying here.
Unlocking side entrance.
Let's go--we're running out of time.
Yes, sir!
There are more guards than I'd expected.
It'd be too difficult for us all to get past.
Should only a few of us go on from here?
No; multiple enemies makes it too risky.
What should we do?
What? Just... go on through.
Do you have any grasp on the situation here, Professor Bitch?
How are we supposed to make it past all those guards?
Just go through!
Grin.
I'm sorry.
I seem to have had too much of the liquor in my room.
Oh, er, think nothing of it, miss.
I'm the pianist scheduled to perform here next week.
I came early to see the sights.
A pianist, eh?
We get 'em all the time.
I'd like to see if the piano's in tune-- it'd help me sober up.
Could I play a little tiny bit, hmm?
Well, uh... let me check with the front--
Aw, come on.
I want you to hear me play. And then critique me.
Critique you?
Yes--critique me carefully...
and if I do anything wrong, will you punish me?
She's--
She's good!
Ah, the Fantaisie-Impromptu.
An assassin who not only has obvious skill, but also knows all too well
how to charm, how to use her wiles...
Using her whole body in such a bewitching way as she plays:
It's aural seduction!
All eyes are on her.
C'mon, don't watch from so far away.
Come closer and make sure I do well.
I'll buy you twenty minutes. Go.
Even we were spellbound,
thinking what a beautiful teacher we have.
We're all through safely!
Isn't Professor Bitch something? Playing like that with those nails?
She never said anything about being able to play.
There's more to her than what you see every day.
The better the assassin, the broader her skill set.
The woman who's been teaching you conversation skills
is among the one or two top honeypot masters in the world.
So there's no problem at all if I can't move.
Let's go.
Uh-huh!
You won't get the best of me.
"Fukuma Denjo Hotel" "Current Location" "Display Route"
Now, then...
Now that we're past the stringent entrance checks,
we should be able to pose as regular guests.
Guests? Do they put up groups of junior-high kids here?
Plenty, from what I've heard.
The coddled kids of entertainers and millionaires:
Brought up like spoiled rotten royalty,
they keep innocent faces while dabbling in darker pursuits.
Right! So walk around acting like those kids,
looking down your noses at the whole world!
Yes, that's the way!
It is, is it?
And don't you join in!
However... we don't know our opponent's face.
He might even attack us while posing as a regular guest.
Proceed with plenty of caution.
Yeppers!
Sorry, Okuda... Takebayashi.
I-It's okay.
Their fevers are so high.
We need to cool their heads down, at least, to avoid brain damage.
Got it.
Um... could a virus this powerful spread throughout the island?
Probably not. I mean, we're okay, right?
It's likely transmitted orally.
It'd have to be mixed into food or drink or something.
I doubt there's any risk of it spreading to any random bystander.
I told the other team that, too.
A virus given to us and us alone...
But when? And where?
"Fukuma Denjo: Corridor to 3rd Floor Central Hall"
It really is like we're all just regular guests.
If anything, they avoid eye contact.
No one wants to cause any trouble, after all.
I'd pegged everyone in the hotel as our enemy,
but now I think we can get up to the top floor, easy.
And if something did happen...
our vanguard Mr. Karasuma would find out.
It'll be a cinch now that we're inside!
Stay alert.
We're outta time--we should just get in there already!
Hey!
Terasaka! Watch out!
Gas?!
Mr. Karasuma!
How could you tell?
I show no bloodlust, killing as I pass by.
That happens to be my specialty, Miss Helmet-Head.
Aren't you the man who gave us our welcome drinks?
Please enjoy this tropical juice with our compliments.
Fuwa!
It's downright fishy for someone like that to be walking around in here!
She's right!
You've got a good eye.
Then was it you who gave everyone that virus?
Your evidence is pretty weak there.
There would've been plenty of other opportunities to slip you that stuff.
The only time we all ate or drank the same thing
was with those drinks and our shipboard dinner.
But Mimura and Okajima worked on the video through dinner,
and they're both sick,
which narrows it down to those daytime drinks.
And that means...
...the culprit is you, mister!
That's amazing, Fuwa!
Just like a detective!
When you read a lot of shonen manga,
you learn to adjust quickly to unusual situations.
Magazine Sunday is chock-full of detective manga hits!
And Jump?
Huh? Jump's detective stuff?
--This mystery is already on the tip of my tongue. --I don't really know, but they're putting out a compilation.
Better pick one up!
I'm just an investigator. That's the kind of manga this is.
That's nasty!
Subtle product placement, Fuwa!
Pay more attention to ethics in marketing!
I guess if you've uncovered my identity, it's already too late.
A poisoner, eh? And quite skilled in practical application.
My very own paralysis gas for indoor use.
One whiff and you're a living statue.
Fresh air counteracts it, leaving no evidence behind.
Now, it's plain to see you have no intention of going through with this.
Negotiations have broken down. Guess I'll have to tell my boss.
They're fast!
When did they block the exits?!
When encountering an enemy...
...immediately block their retreat path...
...and cut off communications!
Isn't that right, Mr. Karasuma?
The minute you saw us,
you should have held off attacking
and gone back to tell your boss.
I'm surprised you can still talk.
But all that's left is a bunch of kids.
Once you're dead,
they'll stop following orders
and just run away!
S-So strong... and such inhuman speed...
But y'know, Terrifying Teach...
your command...
ends... right... here!
Mr.--
Mr. Karasuma!
You can't keep going like this, Mr. Karasuma.
I'll be better in a half hour.
Don't do anything crazy.
He's the crazy one. That much gas'd freeze an elephant!
Mr. Karasuma's kind of a monster himself.
A pro with both experience and know-how is really something.
And that's the kind of pro waiting for us up ahead.
Can we beat him with our power alone?
Man, it sure is starting to feel like summer vacation, am I right?
Well, aren't you happy-go-lucky!
Says the only one who's absolutely safe!
Nagisa, twirl him around till he's sick!
Okay, Terasaka, I'm jamming him in. Shorts off and spread those cheeks!
That'd kill me!
Koro Sensei, why does this feel like summer?
The teacher-student relationship is not a cozy one.
And summer vacation fosters student independence
in places beyond a teacher's protection.
If you apply the lessons you've learned in your usual gym classes,
there will be few enemies for you to fear.
This is your assassination vacation... and you can beat it.
Start with a rich seafood stock.
Add plenty of green onions and a spoon of minced garlic...
and a gun!
Gotta love a souped-up gun!
And when that soup trickles through the rifling... Mmm!
Well, it makes my blood run cold. It's loaded, right?
Don't worry. I'll be careful.
It won't cause any problems when it comes to shooting it, either.
I tend to it every night, like it's my own child.
The most delicious gun on a given day is the one that suits me best.
It's kinda like my rule of thumb.
You're a weird one, all right. Are your two buddies the same way?
Yeah, well...
When you've pulled off as many jobs as we have,
you tend to develop your little hangups.
For example, Smog makes all his own poisons.
He's so insistent on fine-tuning them for practical use,
he even made his own lab.
Huh. And the third? What about Grip?
Well...
"5th Floor Scenic Walkway"
Even as assassins go, that one's an odd duck.
Hey, why's he just standing out in the open like that?
That vibe he's giving off...
Oh, yeah. I can totally call it now:
If it's kill or be killed, he'll kill.
A scenic walkway with an unobstructed view!
Forget a surprise attack, or strength in numbers.
Dammit. I wish I had a gun with real bullets.
I never thought I'd need one here on this island.
What a drag, hm.
If I can hear your footsteps, you're not tough enough for me, hm.
Supposedly some special-forces teacher was taking the lead, too, hm.
I guess Smog's gas must've gotten the better of him, hm.
Probably killed each other at the same time, hm.
Come on out, hm.
He cracked the window with his hand!
But more than that...
We're all too afraid to say it, but... well...
You sure say "hm" a lot, buddy!
There it is! Thank God for Karma!
I heard it would make me sound more like a samurai, hm.
It's got a cool ring to it, so I'm trying it out, hm.
Oh, so he's not Japanese.
Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't mind, hm.
After I kill you all here,
I can drop the "hm" with no loss of face, hm.
Bare hands... Are those your killing tools, then?
There's actually quite a demand for this, hm.
Passing through pat-downs has distinct advantages, hm.
Once they come closer, I snap their necks, hm.
Or, if I feel like it, I could crush their skulls, hm.
You know, it's funny, hm.
The more you train your strength for killing people, hm,
the more you feel like using it for something else, hm.
A fight, to be precise, hm.
Against a mighty foe--to the death, hm.
But what a letdown, hm.
Seeing who I'm up against, I've all but lost my will to fight, hm.
Plus, it's a pain killing a bunch of small fry by myself, hm.
I'll call in my boss and my colleague to kill you together, hm.
Hey, buddy, hm.
You're pretty average for a pro, aren't you?
Breaking glass, busting skulls? I can do that, too.
But if your opening move is to call in reinforcements,
maybe you're too scared to take on a junior-high kid alone.
--No--don't be reckless! --Stop right there, Mr. Karasuma.
His chin is down.
So far he's been showing off his swagger with his chin in the air,
looking down on his opponents.
But this is different.
His words may be as rough as ever...
but his eyes are looking straight ahead,
alert, observing his foe head-on.
He'd been lying low ever since finals,
but it seems he's learned well from his failures.
All right, hm. Let's see what you can do, hm.
Give this everything you've got--
you're facing one high wall: an adult!
The sun shines, leaving a red afterimage
On the backs of closed eyelids
With notebook and pen in my leather bag
C'mon, let's go walking
I draw and I draw
But they don't get any neater
There's nothing wrong with the paint I've chosen
I still remember the shooting star
I saw last night--I was waiting for...
Hello, shooting star
Hello, shooting star again
She's been waiting
That dreaming girl has been here
All this time, ah ah
Just like she was that day, ah ah
Shine again