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IF I HAD THE ANSWERS I'D HAVE WRITTEN THEM OUT
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[align=center][font=century gothic][b][font=georgia]SO I COULD TELL YOU WHAT TO DO AND WHAT THIS THING IS ABOUT
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Anyway, shoving all those thought to the back of his head for now, he continued to listen to his student's words, his entire body turning a hue of baby pink while he also felt the temperature of his head rise at a steady rate, as the midnight-cloaked femme dished out her pleasantries and compliments. Oh yes, it was quite true indeed — the fact that he was easily flustered. Fidgeting slightly, he let out a small chuckle, the tentacle that had been on his 'chin' now moving up to 'scratch' his head, while a second idly picked at the teacher's outfit he had on (which he had stolen from an unfortunate educator back in japan). "Ahaha, you're too kind. I am only doing my job, you know~!" At this point, he suspected nothing. It was only until he observed as the girl turned to flash the tidalclanners a certain 'look', that he realized that they would not merely be having a polite conversation here.
'Hm, naruhodou!' he mused while inwardly allowing himself a sly grin as green stripes suddenly appearing on his face, which had reverted back to its usual bright yellow. Ah, yes, he understood it all so clearly, now. Therefore, when Yukiko had begun her assault, he was completely prepared.
First off, as the femme had been activating her conjuring abilities, he had activated his own conjuring ability, as well as three of his other powers. So when the projectiles began flying at him, he had rapidly conjured up a blanket and several handkerchiefs, and after slowing them down with time-manipulation, he also activated super speed to pluck the knives out of the air as they came towards him, carefully placing each one down on a piece of cloth before doing the same for the next; he repeated this process until all twelve had been taken care of. And once he was done, he tossed them all into the blanket, wrapped them up like a Christmas gift, and using teleportation, deposited the package before the girl's paws. "Those all looked valuable, so I figured you'd hate for them to get dirty, no?" he said in a rather smug tone of voice, while casually dusting off his teacher's uniform. "Excellent attempt though, if I may say so myself. It seems that you've been conspiring with Nagisa-kun." It certainly had been a good try, he didn't lie about those sorts of things. However, she was still far from a genuine threat to his life, really. He was called 'Korosensei' for a reason; taking the 'koro' from the Japanese word 'korosenai' which meant 'unkillable' and placing it before the word for teacher, meaning that his name literally translated into 'unkillable teacher'. If she and the other students hoped to kill him before next March, then they really had to step up their game and get insanely creative.
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