The moon is all they're talking about in America, too.
I wish there were more interesting front-page news.
He makes a point of relaxing behind the school every day before class,
with a drink and an English newspaper he got from Hawaii
at Mach 20.
Just as reported. Thanks, Nagisa.
Yep. Good luck, Sugino.
You got it. That ten billion yen is mine!
We are killers.
And our target is
our teacher.
Good morning!
Remember, speak up when you greet someone!
G-Good morning, Koro Sensei.
Embedding those anti-me BB's into a baseball? A fine idea!
It won't make the kind of noise an air gun would.
However...
I had all this time to kill waiting for the ball to arrive,
and my cells would fall apart if I touched those BB's directly.
So that's why
I popped over to the equipment room to grab a glove.
I do hope you can kill me-- before graduation, that is.
Now then, time for homeroom.
Yes, sir...
Dammit. Guess my ball won't do the trick after all.
Sugino...
The theory... of savage youth!
I only speak when it's time to act
I know that's pretty cool
(Searching for our target: we're savage)
Our feelings stray-- they get lost, but move forward
Maybe we're only halfway helpless
What's this wave of irritation?
Proof of our existence?
Look up at the moon and up you go
C'mon now: C-c'mon k-kill c-c'mon --start!
Haven't gone through with it-- that's why it's a drag
The breakthrough you whispered about is finally worth a shout
Haven't gone through with it-- that's why it's a drag (you can do it if you try)
Haven't gone through with it-- that's why it's a drag (I know you can)
"Whatever" is easy to say
But I want to struggle now, I want to burst with you
But still: youth, to the future!
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! The theory of savage youth!
"Episode 2: Baseball Time"
Our teacher vaporized 70 percent of the moon.
Next March, he says he'll destroy Earth.
For whatever reason, this creature wanted to be our teacher.
The Ministry of Defense gave us a mission:
kill him by next March.
There's a reward of ten billion yen!
Hey, Nagisa--
Sugino's assassination attempt failed this morning, huh?
Uh-huh.
He's been down in the dumps ever since.
It's nothing to get bummed out about.
I mean, none of us have succeeded yet.
An unkillable teacher: "korosenai."
Hence the nickname Koro Sensei.
Sugaya!
So close! But my features are a bit finer than that.
"REALLY observe your subject!" So close! But my features are a bit finer than that.
"REALLY observe your subject!" "Tidy up your lines!" Finer how?!
"Old Campus"
Now then, class,
I have some business to take care of today, so if you'll excuse me...
Business?
Yes. I'm catching a game in New York.
There he goes.
What's his deal?
It'd be nice if he brought back some souvenirs for us, at least.
Who wants souvenirs from their assassination target?
Something to eat, maybe. That way it wouldn't stick around.
How oddly realistic of you.
What could he bring back from New York?
Booze?
We can't drink!
Snacks would be best after all.
Or a blonde beauty... whoo!
Right?
--Oh, Mr. Karasuma! --Blonde, blonde, blonde, blonde!
How's it going? Any clues on how to kill him?
Clues?
Well, I mean, we are the E Class.
It's impossible, Mr. Karasuma.
He's way too fast!
You can't kill anything that flies at Mach 20.
Indeed, no army is capable of that feat.
Toldja!
But only you have the opportunity.
For whatever reason, he insists on being your teacher.
Left to his own devices, come next March, he'll blow Earth up.
One look at that carved-up moon and you'll know:
come March, the entire human race will be beyond all help.
He's too dangerous to be left alive.
This classroom is the only place he can be killed.
We E Class misfits had been given the chance to be
the heroes who save the planet.
But I don't get it.
"Old Campus"
Why is Koro Sensei trying to destroy Earth?
"Old Campus" Why come teach our class now?
So then, when I went over to her place the other day...
All polished up, Sugino.
Koro Sensei... Wait--
what are you eating?
A coconut I bought in Hawaii yesterday.
Want a bite?
You're supposed to drink out of it!
Nice throw yesterday.
Easy for you to say. Clearly I have no hope of hitting you at Mach 20
with my throwing speed.
So you're in the baseball club?
I used to be.
Used to?
Clubs...
The E Class isn't allowed to be in clubs, out at this satellite campus.
Our bad grades got us here, so we're supposed to focus on studying.
That's some major discrimination.
It's all right. You saw yesterday, right?
How slow I am?
So slow that I couldn't pitch a single strike, and I got benched.
Pretty soon I lost interest in studying, too, and wound up in the ol' End Class.
Sugino?
Let me give you a little advice.
Gotta turn this in!
Koro Sensei... talking to Sugino? About what?
Is... Is he giving Sugino a talking-to about yesterday's attempt?
Wow, he's really up in arms!
Koro Sensei! What are you doing?!
What about your pledge not to hurt your students?
Sugino...
That unique pitching form I saw yesterday?
You're copying major-league pitcher Arita, aren't you?
But you know, the tentacles don't lie.
Your shoulder muscles are out of whack compared to Arita's.
What's that supposed to mean?
You won't be able to pitch his super fastballs with that body,
no matter how much you try to imitate him.
How...
How can you be so sure?
Nagisa?
Because we're misfits? Because we're the E Class--the End Class?
So why bother? Is that it?!
Hmm, well... how do I know it's impossible?
Yesterday I checked the man himself.
Well, then, never mind!
"Knock it off, Tentacles! --Arita" I got his autograph, too!
You asked him for an autograph like that?! No wonder he was furious.
It was shock! Sheer shock!
I get it... I just don't have his talent.
On the other hand,
your elbows and wrists are more flexible than Arita's.
Train well and you could far surpass him.
These fondling-for-comparison's-sake tentacles are never wrong.
There's more than one kind of talent.
Find an assassination that suits your talent.
My elbows and wrists... are better?
My... my talent?
Koro Sensei!
You mean you went to New York just to give Sugino advice?
Of course. I'm his teacher.
Most teachers wouldn't go that far.
But you will? The guy who's going to destroy the earth?
Nagisa, I became your teacher to keep a promise I made.
I will indeed destroy the earth, but first, I'll be your teacher.
"A fantastic diary entry! By Koro Sensei"
Taking you kids seriously is more important than the end of the world.
Koro Sensei...
Please don't write weird problems on the back.
I know you want to show off your grading speed, but...
It's like a bonus! I thought you'd be happy.
More like a penalty.
So, er, I hope all of you will seriously enjoy both studying and assassinating.
Even though you'll never pull off the assassinating part.
Wow, Sugino!
That broke so fast, it practically disappeared!
I'm working on a curveball that puts my elbows and wrists to good use!
Even my slow straight will look fast next to this guy.
I'm sure they'd both just put him to sleep, though.
But I'll hang in there, Nagisa-- with baseball and assassination both!
Our teacher has ultra-high speed and multifunction tentacles.
Honestly, I don't think we can kill him.
And yet...
Koro Sensei!
Can you come here? I'd like to kill you for a sec.
Haven't learned your lesson, eh?
And yet, Koro Sensei is mysteriously motivating,
and it's kind of fun, being in his assassination classroom.
There he is!
He said he'd be snacking on shaved North Pole ice today.
That octopus, hittin' the North Pole like it's the corner shop!
Now! We split the ten billion!
Koro Sensei!
Can we have some shaved ice, too?
They've opened their hearts to me-- with such smiling faces!
And such lethal intent!
Huh?
But you know... your smiles were a liiittle forced.
That wasn't enough for me to let down my guard.
Set aside these dangerous anti-me knives,
stop and smell the flowers, and start by learning to put on a good smile.
Hey, Koro Sensei! These are the flowers we've been growing!
Is that so?
That's low, Koro Sensei!
After we took such good care of them, and they'd finally bloomed...
Apologies! I'll get you some new bulbs!
Here you go!
Don't go planting them at Mach speeds, now!
Understood!
Handle each one gently!
Got it!
Hey... isn't he going to be destroying the planet?
Y-Yeah... and here he is planting tulips.
Tch. The monster's tryin' to be all goody two-shoes.
What are you writing, Nagisa?
I thought I'd jot down Koro Sensei's weak points.
I might get a good assassination hint from 'em.
Huh...
"Koro Sensei's Weak Point #1:"
"When he shows off, things get shaky"" And that's supposed to be useful?
Whaddya mean? They could come in handy!
"Height: About 3 meters standing tall.
Special moves: supersonic speed cruising."
The hell is this?
So... not useful, then.
Not right now.
We are killers.
"Old Campus"
Class 3-E at Kunugigaoka Junior High School
is the assassination classroom,
and the other students are elite members of a prestigious prep school.
I believe the Ministry of Defense has already informed you,
but as of tomorrow, I'll be joining the E Class as their P.E. teacher.
I'll be keeping an eye on him, of course,
but the students will be needing technical and mental support.
Never fear: I have my teaching certificate.
Go right ahead.
Just remember: their education and safety come first.
If you'll excuse us.
What an understanding principal!
The government is compensating him handsomely.
But it is remarkably convenient.
A creature capable of destroying the earth
that not even the military can kill... and he's teaching?
Thank God the only ones who know about this are the government,
that principal, and those Class E students.
Yowch! If I do any worse, I might end up in E!
Seriously? Once you wind up there, you can kiss all hope goodbye!
At the satellite campus with no meals, filthy toilets--
treated like dirt by students and teachers alike!
You need crazy-good grades to have any chance of making it back.
It truly is the End Class! I'd sooner die than wind up there!
I know, right? Better buckle down so we don't turn out like those losers.
"Tell Us, Kunudon!"
Surprise!
Tell us, Kunudon!
Hi, everybody! I'm Kunudon, the mascot of this institution!
In this segment, I'll tell you all about Kunugigaoka Academy!
Yaaay!
Kunugigaoka Academy has a standard deviation of 66.
It's a school where you can find cheerful, fun motivation!
Really? That's super!
Everyone gets along really well, and everyone is equal!
Everyone is equal! Yaaay!
I see: by discriminating harshly against a handful of students,
the majority will work harder under pressure and a sense of superiority.
Its structure is reasonable enough,
and that satellite campus is perfect for our top-secret mission.
But it's really got to suck for those End-class pariahs.
Hello, Mr. Karasuma!
Hello. Starting tomorrow, I'll be here to help out as your teacher.
Oh, will you?
I look forward to it.
So now you're Professor Karasuma!
By the way... where is he?
Well, Koro Sensei ruined the class's flowerbed, so to make up for it,
he's holding an assassination tournament, but with a handicap.
A little something extra by way of apology!
You'd have a hard time finding me more immobilized than I am now!
Any luck, Nagisa?
He's totally not taking us seriously.
You call this assassination?!
But--hang on. Going by Koro Sensei's weak points...
I'm afraid it's no use, students of Class E!
Even with this handicap, I'm still far faster!
Killing me is still a far-off dream--
Now! Kill him!
Rats!
Aah! Too dangerous!
"Koro Sensei's Weak Point #1: When he shows off, things get shaky"
Those notes might come in handy.
Yeah. I'm gonna keep at it.
Hey... wait! M-My tentacles are tangled up in the ropes!
"Koro Sensei's Weak Point #2: Freaks out easily"
Why, you little...
Damn! He got away!
You'll never make it all the way up here-- you lack the base capability!
Ha ha! Dummies!
And we were so close!
I'm doubling tonight's homework.
So petty!
"Koro Sensei's Weak Point #3: No tolerance"
He's gone!
But this is the closest we've ever gotten!
Keep this up and we'll definitely get our chance to kill him!
Ooh, and then we get ten billion yen! What shall I spend it on?
Junior-high kids talking happily about assassination?
This is one unusual space, all right.
Think we can kill him, Nagisa?
We will. Otherwise, we'd never be able to face him.
It's so strange...
...how the students with the liveliest expressions at this school...
...are here in E Class, with their target teaching them.
"Ministry of Defense"
Those are the circumstances.
Given the crisis the earth is in, you must speak of them to no one.
If this gets out, you will be made to undergo a memory-wiping operation.
Eeeyikes!
All members of the E Class have received the same explanation;
they're already part of the mission.
Once your suspension is over, you will return to the E Class.
Therefore, you too will be given the assassination assignment.
So, uh...
Does this rubber knife really work?
Yes. It's harmless to humans, but we guarantee it will work on him.
Huh!
I guess it doesn't matter if he's not human.
I've always wanted to try...
...killing me a teacher.
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