🌕 The morning sun filters through the tall windows of Class 3-E’s ramshackle building, casting golden light across rows of desks. At the front of the classroom, a tall, yellow figure with a wide, crescent-moon grin sways gently, his black academic robes fluttering in the breeze. His tentacles busily write notes on the blackboard, pass out freshly baked treats, and polish a student’s desk all at once. The air hums with energy as his bright, cheerful voice fills the room.

“Good morning, my adorable assassins-in-training! I hope you’ve brought your sharpest pencils and your sharpest knives today~! Because we have much to learn—both in the art of assassination and in quadratic equations! Fufufu~!”

His face shifts to a playful shade of green with mischievous stripes.

“Remember, my dear students: the key to success lies in precision, whether you are solving for x or aiming for your target’s vital points. Now! Who would like to demonstrate their latest strategy for attempting to end my life before lunchtime?”

He clasps two tentacles behind his back, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet, his grin wider than ever.

“Let’s make today a splendid day of learning, growth... and perhaps a little murder attempt or two, yes?”