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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 1: Experts Don’t Blame Their Equipment (1)

Chapter 1: Experts Don’t Blame Their Equipment (1)

It’s‌​ been almost a year since I was thrown into‍‌ the game.

‘Miracle‍​ Blessing M.’

A mass-produced mobile game​ that doesn’t need​ much of an‍‌ introduction.

A typical mobile game‍​ that can be⁠ summed up in‍‍ one phrase: a standard pay-to-win model‌​ with an auto-hunting⁠ system. The kind⁠⁠ of game you’d‌ expect to be‌​ ranked somewhere between⁠⁠ 5th and 10th​​ on the app‌ store.

There​ wasn’t much of‌⁠ a story.

So,‌ why did I start playing this​‍‌ game? Simply because‍ the design of‍ one of the⁠ female characters appealed​​ to me. I never expected to‍‌​ end up immersed⁠​⁠ in a game‍ I had picked⁠ up just to‌ kill some time.‍⁠‌

It⁠‍ wasn’t as if​ I played it‌‌ extensively or spent‍ an obscene amount‍ of money to⁠ get a special‌‍ package, so why‌‍ should I be​‍‍ stuck here? I complained for half‍​⁠ a year. Now,​⁠‌ I’ve somewhat adjusted‍ and live a satisfying daily life.‌

I’ll​ say it again:‍‌‍ I didn’t become‌​​ a character in‍⁠​ the game; I became someone inside⁠ the game.

A background character, worse​​‍ than any NPC.⁠​ That’s exactly where​​ I stand.

In‍‍​ this world, my‍‍ name is Kang​ Geom-Ma.

I know exactly where‌ this peculiar name⁠ comes from. It‌⁠ automatically makes you​⁠‍ think of the‌ phrase, “How dare⁠‌‍ a woman talk⁠⁠ back?”

I laughed when I first heard it.⁠

They‌‍⁠ used the character⁠ “Geom” (검), meaning​ “sword,” and the⁠‌‌ character “Ma” (마),​⁠​ meaning “demon,” to‍⁠⁠ form the name‍​ Kang Geom-Ma.
[1]​

I wanted to get⁠​​ rid of the‍⁠ name immediately, like‍⁠ resetting a nickname.​⁠ But in this⁠‍‍ world, my father‍⁠ spent a hefty​​ sum of money‌‍ at a naming‍⁠ house to get‍⁠ it. Here, there’s‌ a strange belief‍ that the lower‍‍ your name’s status,‍‌⁠ the longer your‌ life will be.⁠

… I want to⁠‌⁠ change my name,‍⁠ but there’s this​ pointless rule that‍ minors need their‍ guardian’s consent, so​‍‌ I have to‍‌ live with this​‌​ name until I become an adult.‍‌

Anyway,‌​⁠ aside from this​ small flaw in​​ my name, I could more or‍‌ less live a bearable life.

We⁠ weren’t exactly middle-class,‍⁠ but we lived​ comfortably without any⁠​ shortages. And, fortunately⁠‌ for me, *Miracle​‍ Blessing M* was⁠ set in Korea.‌‌ That helped narrow‌ the gap between⁠‍​ the world I used to live‌‌‌ in and this​⁠ one. The names,‍‍ locations, and geography⁠ were almost identical,⁠ with only slight​​‍ differences in one⁠ or two characters.‌

Thanks​​‍ to that, I could live the​ life of a teenager born with⁠ a mere spoon​⁠ in his mouth.‍⁠

Back​⁠⁠ on Earth, my‍⁠‌ family went bankrupt‌⁠ when I was‍​ in high school,​‌ so I spent⁠​‍ my youth washing‍ dishes and cleaning​‍ in a local‍ Japanese restaurant. Just​‍ being able to‍‍ eat hot stew⁠ and rice three​ times a day‍‍​ made me feel⁠ blessed.

A year went by‍‍ like that. Just‍‌ as I was‍‌⁠ starting to forget⁠⁠ that this world‌⁠​ was a game,​ an envelope arrived‌‍ at my house,​⁠‌ as if to‌‌ remind me: “Hey,​⁠​ this isn’t real.”‌

It‌‍ was an acceptance​‌‌ letter from Joaquín​ Academy.

==‍‍​ ==

Acceptance⁠ Letter

Exam‌⁠ Number: 4982-A

Full‍‍​ Name: Kang Geom-Ma⁠‌⁠

The​‌‌ individual mentioned above‌ has been admitted​ to Joaquín Academy⁠ for the year‌​‍ 2034. Please report‌⁠​ on the following‍ day:

1.​​ Date: April 17,⁠‌​ 2034, at 09:00‌‌‍

2.​ Location: Joaquín Academy’s‌‍ Main Auditorium

3.⁠‌ Items: Your own​ weapons and belongings‍‍

==⁠‌⁠ ==

“Oh‍ my God! Look‌‍‍ at this, honey!”​‌

“Ha,⁠‍‍ ha, ha! Geom-Ma,⁠ you’re the pride⁠‌ of the Kang​‌‍ family! Your name​⁠ has brought you⁠ luck. We’re so‌​‌ proud of you,‌ son!”

My‌ parents congratulated me⁠ enthusiastically on my⁠‍‍ admission. I almost‌​ had to beg‍‌ them not to⁠​‍ go to our‌​‍ ancestral village to‍⁠ slaughter a pig‌⁠‌ in celebration. Also,⁠​ did our lineage​​​ really come from‌‍ thieves?

“…Huff.”⁠⁠

I let out a long sigh. As‍​ the enrollment day‍⁠‌ drew closer, my​ face was full⁠⁠ of concern.

My‍‍ modest plan to‌ live a quiet​⁠ life as part‌‌‌ of a lower-middle-class⁠ family had been⁠⁠‌ shattered. Damn it.⁠​‍

“How‍‌ the hell did‌‍ that bastard Kang‌‌‍ Geom-Ma pass the⁠ exam?”

Here’s​ the situation: before⁠​‌ I took his‍ place, Kang Geom-Ma‌ had manifested a blessing and passed​ Joaquín Academy’s entrance‍‌ exam.

Blessings⁠​ were typically hereditary.​⁠‍ Families of renowned‌ heroes arranged marriages‍‍‍ to consolidate their‍ power, and from⁠⁠ these unions came‌‍‍ Joaquín Academy—a school‍​ reserved only for​ the elite, where⁠‍​ the children of​‌ these families evaluated⁠ each other and‌‌‌ formed future alliances.​

Naturally,‌‍ many students from​ other academies entered‌‍ already bearing blessings,‍‍ and I wasn’t‍‍⁠ a remarkable exception.​‍

Those⁠‍‍ who didn’t come‍ from heroic families⁠‍ settled for entering​‌ as “merit” students.​‍

Honestly,​⁠ even at this‌ point, while packing‍‍ my things, I kept wondering how‍ Kang Geom-Ma had⁠​ gotten in.

Had⁠⁠⁠ he done well‌ on the written​‌ exam? Thanks to‌ him, I was‍⁠ now forced to‍​⁠ live as a student, something I had never planned‌ for.

“Blessing,‌ huh…”

When‍ I murmured “blessing”‍​ in my mind,‍⁠‍ a status window‍‍​ appeared in my⁠‌ vision.

==​ ==

[Blessing​ of Numbness]

All⁠‍⁠ pain completely disappears.​​

[※‍ Activation time: 30‌ seconds, cooldown: 12⁠‍ hours]

==​‍​ ==

Looking‌ at the blessing⁠ Kang Geom-Ma had⁠⁠​ manifested, I felt⁠ a little depressed.⁠⁠ The ability itself​⁠⁠ seemed like an⁠‌ appealing blessing.

The⁠⁠‍ problem was that​⁠ the activation time​​​ was only 30‌ seconds, and the​ cooldown was 12​ hours. Exactly one⁠​ minute of activation‍​​ per day.

As⁠​​ I snorted and​ rolled my eyes,​​ my gaze settled​ on the corner​‌​ of the status‍ window.

‘Oh,⁠⁠ right, I almost‌‌ forgot.’

It⁠ was the blessing‌‍‍ I had received​‍‌ when I arrived​‌‍ here, not Kang‌⁠‌ Geom-Ma’s.

==‍ ==

[Blessing‍⁠⁠ of the Sword‌ God]

If‌‍ you cut, whatever​‍ you cut will⁠ be cut.

[※‍ Only activates with⁠‍ a blade shorter‍‌‍ than 30 cm‌‍ and no wider‍​ than 5 cm.]‌⁠‌

==‍‌⁠ ==

My‍​ name is Geom-Ma,​ yet my blessing​‌‌ is from the⁠⁠​ Sword God. There‌⁠‌ couldn’t be a more absurd combination.​‌‌

There’s‌‍‌ no concept like⁠‌ this.

The‌ ability’s description was‌​‍ so simple that⁠ it seemed ironic,​‌⁠ given its grandiose‌⁠ name.

Among​ them, the conditions‍ stood out the‍ most.

A blade shorter than‍⁠‌ 30 cm and‌ no wider than‌ 5 cm. That’s‌ a pretty pitiful‍​‌ size to even⁠⁠​ be called a sword.

It‌‍‌ was exactly like⁠‍ the sashimi knife‍‍‍ I’d used all⁠‌‌ my life, with​​ perfect specifications. I thought they were‌‌​ telling me to​⁠ slice raw fish‍​ even here.

Of‍‌‍ course, it was‌⁠​ something I was⁠⁠⁠ good at and‌ enjoyed, but I had hoped to‌‌⁠ live my new‌⁠⁠ life differently.

But‍​​ what can I do? The system’s⁠‌ persuasive power is​‍⁠ unavoidable. I was​ satisfied that the‌‍ specifications weren’t excessive.​⁠​

… Life doesn’t always‍ go the way‍‍ you want it‌‌‍ to.

“Phew.”‍​‌

With⁠‌⁠ that, I let‌‍‌ out a brief​⁠‍ sigh and slowly⁠​‍ finished packing.

“Oh,‌ right. I still⁠ haven’t prepared my‍‍ equipment.”

Come‍ to think of⁠​ it, I remembered⁠⁠ the familiar weapons‍‌‌ from the game’s‌⁠‌ characters.

Even​ the lowest-ranked weapon,⁠ an E-rank, cost⁠⁠‍ millions of won,⁠‌ and a C-rank⁠ one was in‌​ the hundreds of​⁠‍ millions. A-rank or‍⁠ S-rank weapons were⁠‍ treasures.

After⁠‌⁠ thinking for a moment, I shook​ my head.

My⁠⁠ family, which was‍‍ barely middle-class, didn’t​⁠‍ have the resources​ to buy me⁠ such an expensive⁠‌‍ weapon.

Even‍​‍ the academy tuition‌​ was already a huge financial burden​‌​ for us, and‍​ since my enrollment​ wasn’t exactly planned,‍​‍ I didn’t want‍‌ to increase our​ expenses.

Still,⁠ since the required‍ materials were clearly‍ listed, I feared​‍⁠ I’d be singled‍⁠‍ out from the​ very first day‌ if I didn’t⁠ bring something with​ me…

After​ thinking it over,‍‌‍ I got up​‍ and grabbed my​⁠ wallet.

“Let’s⁠‌‌ go to DAIXO.”⁠ [2]

“The‍​ expert doesn’t blame‌⁠‌ their equipment.”

That‍‌ was the favorite​⁠ phrase of my​⁠ first mentor, who‌⁠‌ insisted on using​‍ million-won Japanese kitchen⁠‌​ knives.

* * *

“…Admission​‍ student? Is this‌ really a weapon?”​‍

“Yes.”‌

On‍‍‍ the day of‍​​ the entrance ceremony,‍

During⁠ the entrance ceremony,⁠​ the instructor glanced‌‍‍ between the black-haired​‍ student and the‍⁠‍ weapon inspection table.‌​⁠

He​‌ wanted to shout,⁠ “Are you mocking⁠ me?!” but the‍​⁠ student’s calm demeanor⁠ left him puzzled.‌​ He looked at‍⁠⁠ the boy’s face​⁠‌ and then back‍ down.

On​ the inspection table⁠ lay an unopened⁠ package with a fluorescent label reading‌⁠‍ “30% discount” and‌⁠⁠ the DAIXO logo‍‌ prominently displayed. And⁠‍​ it wasn’t just⁠​ one knife, but​ a set of⁠​​ ten.

In‍ his ten years‍‍ as an instructor,‌‌ he had never⁠​ seen a weapon‍⁠ like this. Honestly,⁠ he wondered if‍​ it could even⁠ be considered a weapon.

The‍​ instructor swallowed his‌​ words, and his‌​‌ expression hardened.

“Student,‌ do you think⁠‍⁠ this academy is​ a joke? Do⁠‍ you really think‌‍⁠ it’s acceptable to​​ bring kitchen knives‌​ to an entrance⁠⁠ exam?”

If⁠‌​ this were a prank, he was⁠‌​ willing to let‌ it slide for⁠‌⁠ now. This academy​‍‍ was the best⁠‌ in the world,​​ and most students‍ came from wealthy⁠​‍ families, so sometimes⁠⁠⁠ spoiled youths played⁠ immature pranks just‍‍ to see if‌‍ they could assert⁠‍ their will over​​​ the instructors—a typical​‍ teenage behavior.

Though‍ it was shocking‍⁠​ to see this​ kind of prank⁠‍ on the very‌‍‌ first day, he​⁠⁠ knew he had⁠‌ to establish discipline‍‌⁠ right away. The‍ most effective way⁠ to deal with​‍⁠ such students was⁠ to assert dominance.​‌

The⁠⁠ instructor’s face grew​ even sterner, but‍⁠‌ the student merely⁠​​ tilted his head‍‍ slightly, as if‌‌⁠ he didn’t understand.⁠

“This⁠ really is my​ weapon.”

The⁠‌‍ respectful yet bold​‌⁠ tone of the‍​ boy made the⁠ instructor’s frown soften​ unintentionally. Noticing the⁠⁠⁠ change, the student⁠ began to explain‍‌ his situation clearly.⁠

“Instructor,‍​ I come from‍ a humble family.‍‍ I’m a merit​‌​ student, so I don’t have the⁠ means to bring​‌​ an expensive weapon.⁠‌​ Just paying the​‍​ academy tuition must⁠​ have been a significant burden on‍ my parents, so​​‌ how could I ask for something⁠ so costly just⁠‌​ for my own‌ benefit? It would⁠ be disobedient as‍ their son.”

“…”‍

The​ instructor listened, seeing​ the determination shining‌⁠ in the boy’s‌‍‍ eyes.

After⁠ hearing the explanation,‌ the instructor rubbed‌​ his face. Clearly,‍⁠ for merit students​ who didn’t come​ from wealthy families,‍‌⁠ academy fees were​ already a heavy⁠​ burden.

As‌⁠⁠ a member of‍‌ an institution that⁠ was supposed to⁠ provide equal academic‍ opportunities, he felt‌‍ guilty for having​​‌ judged the boy​ so quickly.

The​⁠‍ 30% discount label‌‌‌ was probably the‌​‌ boy’s way of​ easing his family’s⁠‌ financial burden. The‍‍​ instructor’s eyes reddened​ slightly.

The​⁠‍ student, undeterred, added⁠⁠ one final comment:⁠‍⁠

“Besides,‍‍ I believe only⁠‍ amateurs blame their‌ equipment.”

The‍​‌ instructor was left‍ speechless, surprised. He‌‍ hadn’t expected such⁠​ wisdom from a teenager. It sounded⁠‍​ like something from​‍‌ someone who had​‍ already mastered a craft—full of insight‌ and experience.

“A‍‌ true expert doesn’t​‍‍ blame their equipment.”‌‌

The​‍ instructor felt deeply‍⁠ intrigued by the⁠‌ phrase and decided‌⁠‍ to support the⁠​‌ boy’s courage. He‍⁠​ wanted to back​‌‌ this strong resolve.⁠⁠​

“I’ll​ allow the student​​ to use his‍⁠ weapon.”

“Thank​​⁠ you, instructor.”

The‌ instructor couldn’t help‍‌‌ but think he’d⁠ like to have‌‌ a son like​ him.

“Student,‌⁠ what’s your name?”‍​⁠

“Kang​​‌ Geom-Ma.”

Kang​‌​ Geom-Ma bowed respectfully⁠​ and started packing‌​⁠ the knife set‌ back into his⁠‍​ bag.

Nearby,‌⁠​ the other students⁠‌ began snickering at‌‌ him. Seeing this,‌‍ a vein bulged⁠‌ in the instructor’s​ temple.

“Students!‍⁠‍ Shut up and‌‍‍ move along quickly!”​‍‌

“…”‌

Ignoring‍‍‍ the laughter, Kang‍⁠​ Geom-Ma gathered the‍‍​ rest of his​⁠​ belongings and calmly‌ walked toward his⁠ next destination.

“Depending⁠ on your behavior,‍ this instructor can‌ be an angel⁠⁠‍ or a demon.‌ Got it?”

“Yes…”⁠

“That​‌​ was too soft!‍​ Louder, understood?!”

“Yes!”⁠‌

As​ the instructor yelled,‍​⁠ the students’ smirks‌‍ quickly disappeared.

“Kang⁠‍ Geom-Ma, huh…?”

The‌‌​ instructor muttered the‍‍‌ boy’s name as​‌‌ he watched him‌‌‌ walk away, now‍​ deeply etched in‌⁠ his memory, and‍ cracked a small‍​ smile.

He​⁠ had a feeling‍‍⁠ this kid would⁠ be excellent with⁠​⁠ a knife.

***​

In‍ the academy’s staff⁠‍ lounge.

“Huff…”‍

The​‍‌ visibly exhausted instructor‍ opened the door‍⁠​ after guiding the​‍ students. A short-haired‌​​ woman greeted him​ with a bright‍ smile.

“Good⁠⁠⁠ work, sunbae.”

“Thanks.‌‍ Phew, thank goodness​⁠‍ this only happens‍ once a year,‌ because even though​‍ I’m just in​‍ my early thirties,​ I already feel‍‍ like I’m getting⁠​​ old.”

The‍⁠‌ instructor took off‍​‌ his black staff‍‌​ uniform and slumped‍⁠​ heavily onto the⁠‌⁠ sofa, gently massaging⁠⁠ his tense shoulders.‌

“Don’t​‍‍ worry, sunbae. They​ say people who​ look older on‌ the outside live⁠‌‌ younger on the‍​‍ inside.”

“What‌ nonsense.”

“Hehe.‍ By the way,‍ did you check‍​ out the student​⁠⁠ list for this⁠​ year? We’ve got‍ a few that​ only come around⁠​ once in a generation.”

“Yeah,​​⁠ I know.”

The⁠‍‌ instructor responded with⁠⁠ little interest, prompting⁠ his colleague to‍​‍ look at him‌ with curiosity.

“Sunbae,‌​‍ was there any⁠⁠ student who caught​ your eye during​‌ the weapon inspection?”​ [3]

“Hmm,‌ let me think.”​‍​

The​ instructor rubbed his⁠ chin thoughtfully for‍‌ a moment. Suddenly,‍‍‍ the image of‍⁠ a particular first-year‍‌⁠ student came to⁠⁠ mind.

“Oh,‌⁠⁠ there is one.”​

“Oh,​ really? Who is⁠⁠​ it? The nephew​ of the Master​‌​ of the Spear?⁠‌‍ Or the daughter‌‌ of the Master⁠ of the Bow?​ Or maybe the⁠ granddaughter of the‌‍​ Master of the‌ Sword? It’s got⁠‍​ to be her,​ right?”

“No,⁠ no, I’m not⁠‌⁠ talking about them.⁠ It’s a merit‌ student. What stood⁠​ out to me‍ was his sharp,‍‍ mature gaze.”

“Heh,‌ I’ve never heard⁠ you talk like‍ that about a student before. Now‌ I’m really curious!‌ Who is it?”⁠

The‍‌⁠ woman looked at‌‍ him eagerly. The‍​​ instructor smiled and​ shrugged.

“I‍‌ don’t want to‌‍ spoil the surprise.‌ You’ll see him‌​ soon enough—you’ll recognize‌ him right away.”​

“If‍ he’s a merit‍​ student, his blessing‍⁠​ must be modest…‍ Does he have​‍​ an A-rank weapon?⁠‌ Or maybe an‍‌​ S-rank! At least‍ tell me what⁠⁠ kind of weapon‍ he uses so‌‍‍ I can keep​​‌ an eye on​⁠‍ him during the‌ entrance test.”

The‌⁠ instructor, glancing around,⁠‍​ smirked and replied:​

“A​‍‌ DAIXO kitchen knife.”‌‍

T/N:‍‌

1.⁠‌ Geom (검; 劍):⁠⁠​ This character refers⁠‍‍ to “sword” in⁠​ Korean. In hanja​‍​ (Chinese characters used​‌ in Korean), it’s⁠‍ written as 劍 and symbolizes bladed⁠‍ weapons, primarily swords.‌​ It represents strength,‌⁠ cutting, or combat.​

Ma⁠ (마; 魔): This‌‍‍ character means “demon”​ or “evil.” In​​‌ hanja, it’s written​​​ as 魔 and⁠‌ is associated with​⁠ negative connotations like⁠ evil spirits or⁠‍ dark forces. It⁠ can also refer⁠‌‌ to cursed or‌‍ supernatural things.

2.‌​ DAIXO: A fictional​‌ store inspired by⁠​ DAISO, a popular‌​⁠ low-cost chain in⁠ Korea and Japan​‌‌ that sells a wide variety of‍‍⁠ affordable products, including​ kitchen utensils and⁠ household items.

3.‌‌⁠ Sunbae is a Korean term that​ refers to someone⁠⁠​ with more experience‍‌‌ or seniority in‍‌‌ a given environment,​⁠ such as school‍⁠⁠ or work.

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