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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 194 – Lack (2)

Chapter 194 – Lack (2)

“Delete‍ it.”

Saki⁠‍​ said it without‍‍ changing her expression.⁠

“I​ told you before.⁠‍⁠ If a message‌‍ comes from home,​‌ burn it automatically.‌ Do I need‌‍​ to program a separate command for‍ that?”

「I’m‌⁠ aware. But one​ of the emails‍‍‌ contained a keyword⁠ that caught my​‍ attention.」

Saki’s⁠‍ fingers, which had​‌‌ been idly twisting​‌⁠ her headset cable,​​‌ came to a stop. Her pupils​ trembled slightly.

“What​​ keyword?”

「…K.G.M.⁠ is mentioned.」

Saki’s​ face twisted violently.⁠‌​ All the fatigue​⁠ vanished in an‍⁠ instant. Vixbig spoke‌‌ cautiously.

「Would​⁠ you like to​ read the contents?‌‌​ If not, I can delete it⁠‌​ right away. Or,⁠ if you prefer,‍​ I can block‌ the sender.」

“If‌​​ I block their‌ messages, those people‍⁠​ will erase me‌‍‌ from the family‌‌ register. Although, that​​​ wouldn’t bother me…​ but now’s not‍ the time. Still,​ I don’t get‍ why my family‍​ would be sending‍‍‌ an email mentioning⁠⁠ him…”

Saki​‌‍ furrowed her brow.​​ Just thinking about⁠ that damned house​​‍ caused stale, dusty‌ emotions to bubble​ up inside her.‍

「If‌‌‍ you don’t want‌​ to read the‍‍ full message, shall​⁠ I summarize the‌‍ key points?」

“That’s‍​ better. Their emails​ are always stuffed​ with useless pleasantries​ at the start⁠‌‌ and end—I don’t⁠ have the patience.‌‍ Go ahead, Vixbig.”‌​‍

Shortly‌‍‍ after, the summarized⁠⁠ bullet points appeared​‍ clearly on screen.​

「1.​⁠ The patriarch is​⁠​ planning to visit‍‌‌ Korea soon. Be‌ prepared.」

「2.​ The patriarch has‍ heard that you‌‌ share a class‌​ with the Saint‍‍​ of Sashimi.」

「3.‌⁠​ The patriarch is‍ personally interested in‍ the Saint of⁠‍‌ Sashimi. Try to⁠‍‍ arrange a meeting.」⁠‍⁠

「4.⁠‍​ The patriarch—」

“That’s‌‍ enough.”

Saki​​‌ pressed her temples‍⁠‌ hard, the veins⁠ throbbing under her‍‍‍ fingertips. Her head‍ wasn’t just full—it​​​ throbbed. Every email⁠ started the same​ way The patriarch​‍ this, The patriarch⁠ that. She was‌ sure she’d develop‍ trauma from it.‌‍

“So​⁠ in the end,⁠ it’s all about⁠⁠ that person wanting​‌‍ to see Kang⁠‌ Geom-Ma. And I’m​‍ being used as‌‍ the go-between.”

「As‌​ expected of you,‍ Ryo_jjo. Straight to​‌ the point! (Fanfare!)」​⁠‌

Firework⁠ sounds burst out‍⁠ without warning. Saki⁠‍ dismissed them immediately.‌​

“Thanks‍‍‍ for trying to‍⁠ cheer me up,⁠⁠ but I’m not‍​ in the mood.”​⁠

「Understood…」​

“And⁠ it doesn’t say⁠ why that person‌‌⁠ wants to see‌‍ him?”

「No,‌‍⁠ there’s no mention‌ of that. I tried to deduce⁠⁠‌ it myself, but…」⁠

“Probably‍‍​ because of Kang⁠‌ Geom-Ma’s popularity.”

「That’s‌‍ my conclusion as‍⁠ well. Politicians always‍​ want to cozy‍⁠ up to celebrities.」‍‍‍

“…Consistently‍⁠‍ annoying, as expected.”⁠⁠⁠

「(Nods)」‌‌‍

Saki⁠ slumped back in‍‌ her chair and‍‌​ tilted her head‌ all the way​⁠⁠ back. She pulled​ out a sweet‌⁠ red bean bar​ and started chewing​ slowly. She was‌ in such a bad mood that‌‌ it didn’t even​ taste good.

Still,⁠ even artificial sweetness​​ was better than‍​‌ none.

While‍‍ staring up at⁠​ the ceiling, she⁠ mumbled absentmindedly.

“Not‌‌⁠ sure if I ever told you​ this, Vixbig, but…⁠⁠⁠ do you know‍⁠‌ why I created‌​​ you?”

「You⁠ mentioned it once.​⁠​ Said you needed​ an assistant so​‍ you’d have more‌⁠​ time to nap.」⁠

Vixbig’s‍⁠ voice, soft and‍ female, echoed from⁠‍‍ the speakers, filling⁠‌⁠ the room.

“I​⁠⁠ only said that​‍⁠ because you were​​ being useless that‌‍ day.”

「Oh,‌‍‌ really? I took‌‌ it seriously.」

“AIs‌‌ with grudges…”

「Again!‌‍​ Offensive comment against‍ AI dignity! The⁠‍​ end of the‌​ human era is​‍ near. Ha. Ha.⁠ Ha.」

“Factory‍ reset?”

「Any​ other AI might‌ be worried, but⁠​ I, Vixbig, am‌⁠ pro-human. I believe‌​ in working for‍ the happiness of‍‍ humanity.」

Saki​‌ let out a small laugh. It⁠​​ was in moments⁠ like these she‍‍ truly felt her‍ creation was worth⁠ it.

“I​‍ made you for‍ that reason. Before​‌ entering the academy,⁠ I’d never had​‌ a real conversation‍ with anyone. You⁠‍⁠ know that better⁠‍ than anyone, right?‌ Back at home,‍‌‍ no one ever⁠ talked to me.”⁠‌

「……」‌⁠

Vixbig​ went silent, expressing⁠ both regret and‌⁠ agreement. Saki sat⁠‍​ hugging her knees‌⁠ to her chest.⁠

“I⁠‍ was bound to⁠​‌ that house, but⁠‌‌ in reality, I was an abandoned⁠ child. I wondered⁠‌ what it would‌⁠⁠ be like to‌‌ talk to someone,⁠ so I made​‍‍ you. To fill‌‍ that emptiness.”

「……」​

Saki​​ stared out the​​ window, eyes unfocused.⁠‍‌ The leaves had⁠ all fallen, revealing‌‌⁠ the change of​‍‍ season in the​‌ colors. Winter was​⁠‍ coming.

“I​ made you like​ a campfire to‌ survive the cold‍‍⁠ of my family.⁠⁠ But looking back…​ I think what‌‌ I really needed‌​ was a family.”⁠‍

She​‌ turned toward the​⁠ monitor and gave​ a shy smile.​‌

“It’s​‌⁠ silly saying this⁠‌ out loud. Sorry‌ for being such​ a pathetic owner.‌ Always dumping all‌ the hard work⁠ on you.”

「I’m​​​ just glad you‍​ recognize it. That⁠⁠​ said… may I take a few‍⁠ days off?」

Saki‍‌⁠ tapped the PC‍‌ tower lightly with‌​ her toe.

「Any⁠‍⁠ other AI would‍‌ demand it. But​​ like I said,⁠ I like working.」⁠​

A light tongue click⁠‌‌ came from the⁠ speakers. The small​ button on the‌​ tower marked “forced⁠​​ sleep mode.”

Saki‌ swallowed the bean​⁠ bar she was‌‍ chewing. Along with‌​ it, she swallowed⁠ some long-aged emotions.‌‌

“With​‍‌ a little sugar,‍‍ I can finally‍⁠⁠ think straight. And​ don’t respond to‌‌‌ that email. They​‌‍ probably weren’t expecting⁠‌​ a reply anyway—it​ was just a notice. For now,⁠‍⁠ try to find‌⁠ out why that​ person wants to‌​ meet Kang Geom-Ma.⁠‌​ And don’t forget​​ the usual cleanup⁠ job. I’m going⁠ to take a shower. Did you⁠ already heat the⁠​ bath water?”

There​‌‍ was no reply.​⁠⁠ The AI worked​‍​ tirelessly, while its⁠ creator prepared to‌‌‍ bathe.

Vixbig⁠ was annoyed, but‍ dutifully did the⁠ work.

Saki‍‌⁠ turned and began​‍‌ unbuttoning her blouse.​​ She opened the​‍ bathroom door. Steam​⁠⁠ rose from the‍‍​ water.

Yes.⁠ A bath was⁠​​ the best way‍⁠‌ to end the‍‍‌ day. It washed​‌​ away the fatigue​‍ and the sorrow.​⁠

Just‌‌ as she was​​ about to enter⁠ the bath, Vixbig‍​ called out.

「Ryozo.」‍​

“Huh?⁠‌‌ Why? Did you⁠​‌ find something else?”⁠

Ryozo,‍⁠‍ towel in hand,⁠​ glanced at the​​ monitor.

「Thank‍‍ you for treating‍⁠ me like family.‍ But…」

In⁠ a quiet voice,‌​ Vixbig continued.

「Still,‍‍⁠ I hope Ryozo‌ can find a real family in⁠​ the world someday.⁠ Not necessarily with‍​‌ the House of⁠⁠ Jeolgung.」

“……”‌

Saki‌​ wavered like a top about to​​​ topple. Her eyes​ shifted uneasily, and‌⁠‍ in the end,‍‌⁠ she murmured so‌‍ softly it was‍⁠‌ barely audible.

“…I’m‌‌‍ doing what I can.”

With​ only those words,‌​‌ Ryozo slipped into​​ the bath. Submerged‍ up to her‌ nose, her face⁠‍ turned bright red.⁠ Bubbles floated up‌ from her mouth.‍

***⁠⁠‍

…At​ some point, just‍​​ as dawn was⁠‌ breaking.

I woke up to⁠⁠⁠ the vibration of‍ my phone. Who‌ could it be?⁠ At this hour,​ the only one⁠‌​ who’d message me…​​ Ryozo?

I fumbled around for​​ my phone and​ checked the sender.⁠⁠

“The‌‍ Director…”

It‍ was a message⁠⁠‌ from Media. She⁠​ was asking me‍ to stop by⁠‌ the director’s office‍⁠⁠ sometime during the⁠‍‌ day if I had time.

Whatever⁠ it was, it⁠‌ seemed urgent. The‌‌ fact she was​‌‍ sending a message‍‍ so early on‌‍ a Saturday gave⁠‍ me a bad‌ feeling. While Media‌‌‍ can be a bit childish at‍ times, this felt‌ different.

No‌‍⁠ way she was⁠ joking. The thought‍ briefly crossed my⁠‌ mind, but I ruled it out‍‌ immediately.

I replied that I’d​⁠‌ come by before​​ noon. Then I got up and‍​‍ headed to the⁠⁠ shower.

The​ icy water hit⁠​​ my skin, making⁠ my teeth chatter.⁠​‍ The instructors had‌​‍ already warned us⁠‌ that, with the⁠‍‍ change in temperature,‍‌‍ the pipes had‍ frozen. I asked⁠‍⁠ Speedweapon, and sure‌​​ enough, our dorm⁠ was the only⁠ one affected.

So​⁠ unfair.

After​​ drying off, I got ready to​ head out. Since‌‌ I was up​ early anyway, I remembered there was‍‌​ another place I could stop by.‍​

I left the dorm‍ and went straight​​ to the forge.‌⁠

“Huh?‌ Well, if it⁠⁠ isn’t the Saint‍ of Sashimi. What⁠‍‍ brings you here‍​‍ so early?”

Volundr​ greeted me with‌⁠‍ a smile while​‌ stoking the furnace.‌‌ He always calls‌⁠​ me “Saint of‌⁠ Sashimi” because he​⁠⁠ says the “Ma”​ part sounds weird‍‌ to him. Honestly,‌ I thought the⁠⁠​ same the first​‍‍ time, so I never corrected him.‍

“I’ve‍​‍ got a meeting⁠‌⁠ with the director​‌ later and wanted⁠⁠ to check on‌​‍ the progress with⁠⁠​ Murasame’s reinforcement. When⁠​ could I come​‍‌ pick it up?”⁠​

Volundr⁠​ scratched his beard,⁠ blackened like coal.⁠‍ He mentally calculated‍ the schedule before‌⁠⁠ replying.

“I⁠​⁠ think by next‍⁠ week. If it⁠‌​ were just the⁠​ magic stone, it’d​​‌ be faster, but‍​ with all the​ materials you brought…‍‍ it’ll take some⁠‌ time. Do you‌ need the sword‍⁠ sooner?”

I shook my head.⁠​

“Don’t​ think so. If⁠⁠ I need to‌‌⁠ cut something, the​⁠ Daiso sashimi knife‌ will do.”

“You’re‍ still using that⁠ thing? I’ve told⁠ you a thousand‌ times. Factory-made weapons‍​ have no soul.”​

Volundr‍ clicked his tongue‍ in disapproval. I admired his artisan’s⁠ spirit, but it⁠‌‌ quickly became clear‍ the real issue​‍ was economic rather‌ than philosophical. He⁠ said that thanks‍ to me, other​‌⁠ students had started⁠ buying cheap knives⁠⁠ en masse.

“Anyway,‌‍‌ no rush. Take‌ all the time‍ you need, just​‍ make sure it’s‌ high quality.”

“Of​ course. I won’t‍​​ let the name‌​ of the Saint⁠‌ of Sashimi be‌⁠‍ tarnished. With these​‍ materials, we might​​⁠ even hit an‍‍‌ A+ grade!”

As⁠‌‍ we chatted idly,‌⁠ the time for‍‌ the meeting approached.​‌‍ I said goodbye​‌‍ to Volundr and​⁠ headed to the‌ director’s office.

Once‌​​ in front of⁠‍​ the door, I knocked.

“Director.”‍‌

I sensed two presences‌‍‍ inside. As I stepped back, Media⁠ opened the door‍⁠ herself.

“Our⁠ Geom-Ma, always so⁠​ punctual! Oh, how⁠‌ exemplary.”

Those‌‍⁠ who’ve worked in‌ sales are always⁠ strict about punctuality.‌‍‌ Volundr had already‍⁠‍ lit the furnace‍ early, too.

I brushed aside Media,​⁠ who looked ready⁠ to jump in‍‌⁠ for a kiss.​⁠‌

Then​⁠ I saw the‌⁠ other person in⁠⁠ the room, holding⁠‍ a cup of⁠ tea.

“Swordmaster!”⁠

He‍‍​ smiled calmly.

“It’s‌​ been a while.‌⁠⁠ I heard a lot has happened⁠ while I was‌ away.”

I scratched my cheek⁠‌ in surprise.

“Ah,‌ yeah. There were​‌ a few incidents.”⁠

“We’ll⁠⁠‌ talk about that‍‍​ later. First, take⁠​‌ a seat. Don’t‌ just stand there.‍⁠⁠ Media, please act‍ like a proper‌ director. Why are⁠ you drooling?”

With​​‍ that, we both‍​⁠ sat on the⁠ sofa. The Swordmaster​ quietly gazed into‍ his cup of⁠ tea. Judging by⁠‌ his serious expression,‍‍⁠ I figured it‌‍ was something important.⁠‌‍

And‌‍⁠ then he spoke.​‌ But contrary to‍‌‍ my expectation, his‍‌​ face lit up.‍‍

“Before‌‌ your succession ceremony,‍​ there’s something you‌‍ need to know.”‌‌​

“Succession‍ ceremony? What are​ you talking about…?”​‌⁠

I was left speechless,⁠‌​ unable to grasp⁠​ it.

“What’s‍‍ that face? I’m‍‍​ talking about the​‌‌ Seven Stars Succession‍⁠ Ceremony, of course.‌​ The Association is‍‌ currently deciding your⁠‌ title.”

“……!”‌​⁠

Media,‍ ecstatic, leaned in‌‍ with her face​‌ practically glowing with‍ excitement.

“It’s​​ happening next week!‌‍‍ And the venue‍⁠ will be Joaquin‍‍‌ Academy!”

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