Surviving the Assassin Academy as a Genius Professor - Chapter 5

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Episode 5
EP3 – Sleeping Dragon Academy (1)

Dante Hiakkapo rose from the lectern and left.
Silence settled over the battered classroom.
No one had imagined the new professor would abandon his first lecture entirely on his first day.

……
……

Incompetent professors court favor with their students.
They want to befriend them, build good relations, avoid assassination.

As if any of them came here driven by some noble mission to cultivate cadets.
Of course not.
Everyone in the Assassination Department has one goal: money.
The substantial sums paid out for surviving four years, the research funds doled out each term—most of them came here for that.

So the new professors in the Assassination Department generally avoid making enemies of their students.
They smile.
They are courteous.
Some even grovel before the cadets.
But Dante was different.

‘Insane……. We just got reamed, that’s all…….’

Dominic, the heavyset cadet from the Forte Trio, pushed his glasses up on his nose.
True, there had been assassination attempts—more than usual for other professors.
Typically instructors didn’t come down this hard on their first day of employment.
But even accounting for that, the idea of scolding students for ‘half-hearted assassination attempts’ was something the other professors couldn’t fathom.

‘That professor takes assassination seriously…….’

There was no other way to see it.
The reason he demanded earnest assassination attempts was simple:
he regarded assassination as something sacred,
and he’d grown angry because the cadets failed to meet that sacred standard.

‘Come to think of it, we really have been taking assassination lightly.’

The other cadets felt the same daze settling over their minds.
Were they thinking of assassination too casually?……
And then it happened.

“Idiot.”

Forte, his mahogany hair catching the light, sneered. He was speaking to Joaquin, who’d been trembling uncontrollably since the professor left.
Joaquin’s head snapped around.

“……What did you just say?”
“Nothing.”
“……Open your mouth. I’m serious—I can kill all three of you right now.”

Joaquin stared at the Shuriken in his hand.
He’d been raised under his father—an assassin since childhood—learning Concealment and the Shuriken Technique from the age of five.
By now he could hit a housefly’s wing at eight meters’ distance. That was his gap with the professor.
Usually there would be some protective accessory, some way to guard against it.

‘I batted the side of the Shuriken with the back of my hand, deflecting it. Without even looking.’

“Like a dog······.”

Just how high had Professor Dante Hiakkapo’s skill reached?
What he’d said in rebuke at the end was still shocking.

‘You should withdraw from this course.’

It was humiliating.
The kind of words that wounded pride, that made your eyes blur with rage.

“······Why the hell do I have to listen to that?”

Joaquin shot to his feet.

“Fine. I’m dropping it.”

Then he spun around.

“But I’m killing this bastard first!!”

Snap!
A kick flew out, catching Forte square in the face.

“Ugh! You son of a bitch!”

Crash! Forte tumbled across the floor along with the desks and chairs, then yanked out a Pistol.
The fight was about to spiral into total chaos when—

“That’s enough.”

Teaching Assistant Adel entered and broke up the brawl.

“If you continue this disturbance, I’ll give you both penalty points.”

Joaquin, who’d been snarling, turned away.
Forte especially—he’d already gotten one penalty point that very morning. One more and he’d be expelled.

“···Um, teaching assistant? Are we really not having class today?”
“No. The Professor doesn’t seem inclined to continue. However, I’ll mark your attendance. Students, please either adapt to the new professor’s style or submit a course withdrawal. And starting next class, I’d appreciate it if you’d approach assassination with a bit more restraint. Frankly, your work today was far too casual. That’s all~”

Only then did the students relax and stand up.
Meanwhile, from a corner of the room, Elise—a student at Sleeping Dragon Academy—watched the professor leave through the door with a vacant stare, then sent a message to someone via the Crystal Orb on her wrist.

── Sleeping Dragon Academy Group Message [7 members] ──
– Elise : Guys
– Elise : The new professor
– Elise : He’s insane
───

* * *

I’d barricaded myself in the Staff Restroom.
My heart was hammering in my chest.

‘I almost died back there···.’

I nearly died more than once.
Sheer luck kept me alive.
And somewhere in all this, some lunatic had already tried to assassinate me twice.
A few more days of this and I’d have a nervous breakdown.

‘Why is it this dangerous?’

Even on Hard Difficulty, the first crisis doesn’t hit until week two.
True, that’s for students, and this is Hell Difficulty for a professor—but even accounting for that, four assassination attempts before breakfast seems excessive.

‘At least I made it through today. That’s something to be grateful for.’

I’d earned 1,000 Star Fragments because of it.
But they hadn’t been distributed yet.

‘I need to get home.’

The quest was called First Day of Employment for a reason.
The quest only ends—and the reward only comes through—when I get home.
At least today I only had one class.

‘Let me get out of here. Home.’

So I sent a message to Adel, my teaching assistant, via Crystal Orb.

– Dante: Where are you?
– Adel: Oh, just a moment. I’ll submit those documents you gave me and head back right away.

Let’s go.
First I’ll stop by the Research Office to jot down my lecture notes—

Then, from down the corridor, a female student with a rough-around-the-edges air started walking straight toward me.
Grey hair and yellow eyes. Heavy makeup, her body covered in colorful tattoos. A short skirt and a school uniform so tight it looked ready to burst.
And chipped front teeth to complete the look.

She’d brought two other students with her, but the moment she spotted me, she came forward alone.
Her pace quickened with each step. I didn’t like the feeling of this at all.

● Grey, First Year, Sleeping Dragon Academy

She was a student at Sleeping Dragon Academy.
One of only seven first-year students in the Assassination Department chosen for elite first-rank status.
And one of the students I had to be most cautious of in Hell Difficulty.
As she walked toward me, her hand moved to somewhere along her lower back.

* Rapid Dagger [Rare]

The status window flashed up and my heart sank.
This wasn’t some random threat holding a blade—
This was a Rare-grade weapon. An extremely dangerous one at that.
I hastily checked the script.

【 Grey, First Year, Sleeping Dragon Academy: ‘Let me check out these rumors.’ 】

Rumors? What kind of rumors had already spread about me?
But there was nothing I could do here.
No way to stop her even if I tried,
And no way to run.
The student was now close enough to touch.
Her long lashes narrowed, her heavy-lined eyes growing thin.

── .

In the next instant, something passed through.
What was that?
Could it be……?

【 Sleeping Dragon Academy First-Year Grey Habanero: ‘Wow. This professor doesn’t even blink?’ 】

Then a strand of my hair fell down in front of my face.
I realized belatedly what had happened. She’d swung a blade. Just now.
Right in front of me.

【 Grey Habanero used Rapid Slash. 】

As expected, the skill appeared in the Script notification.
……My heart dropped into my abdomen.

“Wow, you’ve got some skills, Professor.”
“…….”
“You’ve got good distance sense, don’t you? She was aiming for your head from this close range. How did you know it wouldn’t connect?”

Composed praise tumbling out so naturally.
What nonsense. I didn’t even see it coming.
I hadn’t seen any of it—not the startup delay, the casting motion, the swing, or the recovery. Grey Habanero had simply stood there the whole time while my hair got cut. Yet I’d somehow dodged it without meaning to.
In fact, it seemed I’d fooled her in the process.

“…….”

The cadets behind me were murmuring, ‘Wow……’
My chest was fluttering. It felt like my life expectancy was being deducted in real time.
For now, I recalled the name I’d seen beforehand in the Research Office.

“Grey Habanero.”

One of the most talented assassin prodigies among the Hell Difficulty monsters here.

“Huh? You know me?”
“……This isn’t class time, is it?”

Grey smiled faintly and lowered her head.

“Hello. I’m Grey Habanero, a first-year at Sleeping Dragon Academy. I’m attending other lectures, but I heard rumors about you today, Professor.”
“…….”
“There’s been talk around the Academy, you see. Apparently all the professors here normally lack skill, but you seem a bit different? If you don’t mind, could you spare me some time? I’d like to make you a proposal regarding the Academy.”

A slight overbite peeked out playfully between her red lips.
She ran her tongue across her lower lip like a cat lapping cream.

“What kind of proposal?”
“Follow me and I’ll tell you. Come on.”

With that, she suddenly stepped closer and took my hand.
I was startled. Why was she grabbing me so abruptly?
I pulled my hand away.

“……?”

Grey turned back, smiling.

I’m going in circles. I need to get home. Where does she think she’s taking me?
Logically speaking, I can’t refuse. Given that the game’s setting is a place where cadets kill professors, the Sleeping Dragon Academy—the strongest group of cadets—has to be part of the main story.

But… I know what matters most to me.
I may be unremarkable now, and fear may be gnawing at me from within.
But I can’t become a professor who relies on a single superior ability and obeys the thoughtless commands of a child to come and go as she pleases, showing neither courtesy nor prior arrangement.
If I let myself be pushed around, I’ll certainly be assassinated someday.
So there’s only one thing that matters most to me right now.

“I’m going to decline.”

Authority.

“…Huh?”
“If you have a request, submit a meeting request form through Adel, my research assistant, through proper channels.”

At that, Grey’s subtle smile slowly faded.
One eye narrowed as if confused by what she’d just heard.

“…Why? You don’t think I was just testing you, do you?”
“That’s irrelevant.”
“If I hurt your feelings, I’ll apologize. Still, won’t you come with me anyway? I’m just talking about a nice business arrangement between us.”
“You’re making me repeat the same thing.”
“……”

A thought from the Script surfaces in my mind.

【 Sleeping Dragon Academy First-Year Grey: ‘What…? Why is she refusing?’ 】
【 Sleeping Dragon Academy First-Year Grey: ‘I don’t understand. This professor…’ 】

Grey swept back her bangs with her tattoo-covered hand, her expression growing slightly rigid.

“…Fine. Do as you like.”

She turned to leave.

“Wait.”

I’d refused; now came what had to be done.
Grey, unaware of my intentions, regained her composure with the air of someone who thought ‘suit yourself.’

“Mm?”

At my next words, her fair brow furrowed.

“Students who violate school rules receive penalties.”
“…What?”
“You attempted an assassination outside of class hours. Which means you need to face consequences.”

The ease vanishes from Grey’s eyes, replaced only by bewilderment—as if asking why I was telling her this.
But I made no exceptions.

“You will receive 0.5 penalty points.”

I extended my palm.

“And I’m confiscating your dagger.”

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