I can only see a few of the students from this angle.
Gotta love the face of a junior-high student in pain...
Once I get that ten billion yen,
I might just buy a bunch of 'em and force-feed 'em that virus every day.
Fourteen--no, fifteen of them.
Judging by their breathing, they're young, most in their mid-teens.
Who'da thunk it?
Everyone who could still move actually made it here.
Just so you know,
this hall is completely soundproof.
I'll have shot you all dead before anyone comes to save you.
You know you're not prepared to kill anyone!
Now come on out like good little children
and bow before the boss--
Missed! And I was aiming for the gun!
Live ammo? And from the sounds of it...
Did they take our goons' Model 60s?!
Junior-high kids trained for assassination...
Excellent.
Finally, a job I can sink my teeth into!
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 21: XX Time"
So bright!
Can't see the stage with that backlight!
Feelin' fine again today, with my tasty, tasty gun!
H-He fired through that tiny gap?
I never forget the position of an enemy once they've fired.
Used to be an army man.
All that experience taught me how to pinpoint my enemy's location
and the sensation of checking my guns by taste.
Now, then... there should be one more stolen gun out there.
Hayami! Remain standing by!
You were wise not to fire just now, Chiba!
The enemy still doesn't know where you are!
I'll keep an eye on him and tell you when,
so hang tight until it's go time!
Where's that coming from?
Hey! Quit starin' at me from the front row!
An expert gunman versus junior-high students?
This much of a sight advantage should be all right.
Okay, Kimura, run five seats left!
Terasaka and Yoshida, move three seats to either side!
We've made a blind spot!
Kayano, move two rows forward into this gap!
Karma and Fuwa, move eight seats right!
Isogai! Five seats left!
He's shuffling them around? Bastard's making it complicated!
And yet,
he's telling me their names and positions with every command.
I'll have 'em memorized in no time.
Student number 12!
Move right and continue preparations!
Numbers 4 and 5, film the target from between the seats!
Use Ritsu to tell Chiba what's going on onstage!
Ponytail, move to the front-left!
Motorcycle Fan, you too-- two seats to the front-left.
The person who out of curiosity went to Takebayashi's top maid café
and was alarmed to find he liked it,
make a big racket to confuse the enemy!
Shaddup! How the hell did you know I went?!
Now I have no idea where anyone is!
Okay, Chiba, it's time.
After I give this next command, fire at will.
Argh! Where are you, dammit?!
Hayami, you're on follow-up as the situation requires.
You're looking to block off the enemy's movements.
But before that, a word of advice for the two
who don't let their feelings show:
When you failed at shooting me earlier today,
you began to doubt your own skill.
You don't whine or make excuses,
and your classmates forced their confidence onto you,
thinking, "Surely they can handle it."
No one would notice your anguish.
For someone with these grades, you're pretty nonchalant!
I was a fool to believe in you!
He won't even make any excuses. I have no idea what he's thinking!
But it's all right.
You don't have to bear all that pressure alone.
If you two miss, we'll switch over to a strategy
of shuffling people and guns around
so no one can tell who's pulling the trigger.
We can use that strategy because everyone here
has gone through training and tasted failure.
You have allies at your side who share your experience.
So with that peace of mind, go ahead and fire.
Heh. Thanks for that.
That little speech gave me enough time to figure this out.
Student number 12 is the only one who hasn't moved.
And yet they're breathing heavily, like they're planning something.
The second someone pops up in that area, I'll shoot to kill.
All right: here we go!
It tastes divine!
Right now I'm one with my gun... and I don't plan on missing!
Student number 12! Stand and fire!
Bingo!
A dummy?!
That's where you'll want to aim!
Okay.
You missed. Now I know where the second one--
Th-They aimed for the brackets...
on the stage lights...?
Damn it all!
Phew. Finally hit the mark.
All right, tape 'im up!
Making this in complete silence takes a lot out of you!
That was a real white-knuckle moment.
Great job handling that dangerous fight.
Every human being has a number of opportunities
to break out of their shell and grow.
But they can't make the most of those opportunities on their own.
They need tough foes who call on their powers of concentration
and allies with whom to share their experiences.
And so, I want to be a teacher who can provide these things.
To give my students high walls and good friends
without losing sight of their moments of growth.
What an education.
They've just had a shoot-out with their lives on the line...
...yet their expressions look more like junior-high students' now.
I seem to be mostly moving again.
Figure I'm at about half strength.
That's still twice as strong as us.
He should have just gone in alone.
So that leads to the top floor.
Yeah...
We're out of time.
Students!
I've come to realize something about our mastermind waiting above:
He's using assassins all wrong.
What?
Lookouts and guards-- those aren't jobs for assassins.
If their potential had been used to the fullest,
they'd have been fearsome indeed.
It's true he wasn't even a single centimeter off the mark...
And Karma--if that fellow had sneaked up on you from behind
on any other day,
his grip strength would have killed you instantly.
I suppose so.
So it's true...
Our mastermind isn't an assassin after all.
Time to assign roles to each of you.
First off...
--Isogai, Terasaka, Yoshida: --Nagisa?
--I'd like you three to... --You're burning up, Terasaka. Are you...
infec--
Keep it down! I got stamina to spare here--
this'll go away by itself in no time!
That's crazy talk!
That damn Karasuma only got gassed
'cause I had to go and run ahead when I did.
And that's not the first time my actions almost got everyone killed.
I ain't about to drop out now and drag everyone down even more!
--Terasaka... --Commence operation!
C'mon!
Ooh, Namba!
Supposedly ninjas used this walking style.
No wonder there've been so many more silent assassinations
in our classroom lately!
Despite the time crunch, they refuse to panic or get pessimistic.
I'm so proud of these students of mine.
All the more reason we must not give in to the enemy before us.
I'm betting that's the virus remedy. And those wires...
They lead to a plastic explosive.
We're right on time.
Ideally we'll be able to subdue him.
If he sees us, I'll take responsibility and shoot his arm.
He won't be able to push that detonator...
and that's when we all rush in and grab him!
--Now! --Itchy.
The very memory makes me itch.
But maybe that's why my senses have grown so much keener:
because my wounds are always exposed to the air.
I told you--I'd come prepared to kill a Mach-20 monster.
I have spare detonator remotes in case one is snatched away
at high speed.
Enough to press any one of them if I happen to collapse.
We'd heard that voice before... but this time, it was far more sinister.
Of the people I couldn't reach, there were three assassins
and one other.
An insider who vanished with Ministry of Defense secret-service funds
and the assassination budget.
What do you think you're doing,
Takaoka?
"Episode 21: Takaoka Time"
What naughty children.
Coming in the back door to see your dear teacher?
That's not how your good old dad raised you.
Ah, well. I'll have to give you some summertime tutoring.
Mr. Taka... oka...
Shall we go to the roof?
I've got everything ready to welcome my beloved students.
You'll follow me up there, right?
After all, your class is only alive thanks to my benevolence.
Hiring assassins, threatening students with a virus--such atrocities...
Have you gone mad?
Now, now--I am exceedingly sane! This plan will save the world!
If only you'd sent those two littl'uns along
to bring me the one with the bounty,
my assassination plan would've gone off without a hitch.
See, my plan would've used Whatsername, Kayano? The girl.
The bathtub in my room here is filled with anti-Sensei BB's.
I'd have her go in there holding the target.
Then I'd bury them alive in cement.
For him to return to his usual form without touching those BB's,
he would have to blow everything up-- including his student.
But he cares too much for his students to do anything so heartless!
So I figure he'd just do me a favor and melt away.
He's...
He's a demon!
It gave me a fright when I learned you all came here together,
but it doesn't much change what I have to do.
My mood will determine how many of you leave here alive.
Do you think you can get away with this?
It's the more humane route...
compared to the inhumane way you've treated me!
Takaoka lost to a bunch of junior-high kids
and totally blew his mission!
Whoa! And after he was bragging about his teaching chops?
His bosses won't think much of him now!
Their humiliating glances and the knife you tricked me with...
Whenever they cross my mind, my face gets so itchy
I can't even sleep at night!
I'll pay back my bad evaluations with results.
I'll take the humiliation I suffered and give it back in spades!
You in particular, Nagisa Shiota.
I will never forgive you for spoiling my future!
So in asking for the shortest students, he was going after Nagisa.
A completely unjustified grudge!
Huh! You wanted Nagisa here so you could settle the score?
Would that make you happy, beating him? Given the size difference?
I could show you a much better time.
You're nuts. You only lost to Nagisa by your own damn rules!
Listen, whether you'd won or lost back then,
we'd still hate your guts!
I don't remember asking for you blockheads' opinions!
Don't forget that I can get rid of half of you with just one finger!
You. Shrimp.
Come upstairs alone. To the heliport.
Nagisa, you can't!
I don't want to... but I will.
Get a move on! Now!
He's so agitated, who knows what he'll do.
I'll hear him out, talk him down,
and get him to hand over the remedy in one piece.
Nagisa...
Takaoka!
Oh--don't take this the wrong way.
I don't want you interrupting my precious time with Nagisa Shiota.
Now no one else can come up here.
Do you understand what I'm trying to do?
This is revenge for our earlier fight.
Wait, Mr. Takaoka. I didn't come here to fight.
I'm sure.
Those dirty tricks won't work anymore.
I can see myself doing you in, just like that.
But it'll be over too quickly to make me feel better.
So before we fight, there's something I need you to do.
Apologize. On your hands and knees.
Atone wholeheartedly for having pulled a dirty sneak attack
because you lack any real skill.
I--
You call that on your hands and knees, you rotten brat?!
Head on the ground, boy!
I have no real skill, so I pulled a dirty sneak attack. I'm sorry.
Oh, and after that you talked back to me, told me to get out.
Is that any way for a brat like you to talk to an adult?
Is that any way for a student to talk to his teacher?!
I'm just a brat and a student,
and it was wrong for me to talk back to an adult, a teacher.
I'm very sorry.
Now you're speaking from the heart. Your dear old dad is so pleased!
As a reward, I'll let you in on a little something.
I asked Smog what happens to the people who die from that virus.
He showed me some pictures. What a laugh!
Their bodies, covered in boils! Faces like bunches of grapes!
Wouldn't you like to see that, Nagisa?
No!
Yes!
That's the face I wanted to see!
You ought to put it in your summer diary--
your friends' faces, bubbling up like so many grapes!
I'll... kill you...
That's right... that's the way...
Oh, dear...
I--I'll kill you!
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