Karma rested his feet atop of his desk, hands behind his head. Koro Sensei was explaining some problems on the board and assassination techniques.

His fingers twirled around his rubber knife, his wind whirring up ways he could trick Koro-Sensei and murder him in cold blood. It was the reason everybody was here, after all.

His classmates all either had rubber knifes stuffed in their pockets, or guns with rubber pellets in their desk.