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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 195 – Conflict (1)

Chapter 195 – Conflict (1)

Kang⁠‌ Geom-Ma, bewildered, looked⁠ at the Swordmaster‌ and Media. His​‌ eyes were wide‌‍‌ open. Upon seeing⁠⁠‍ him, the Swordmaster⁠⁠ let out a warm laugh.

“Hahaha.⁠‌⁠ Judging by your​‍‍ reaction, you must’ve‍⁠ completely forgotten.”

“……”‍

“In‌‍ times like this,​ you should celebrate⁠ like someone your‌‍⁠ age! No need‌ to hold back‍⁠‍ just because adults‌‍ are around!”

Kang‍⁠ Geom-Ma’s silence mingled‌ with the Swordmaster’s⁠‍ laughter in the‌​ director’s office. That​​⁠ peculiar contrast filled‍‌‌ the room for‌ a moment, until​‌‍ the laughter slowly‌ faded.

“…Ha⁠​ ha.”

A thick silence gently​​ settled in the‍‍ room. The Swordmaster‌‍ looked at him‍ with calm eyes.​ His face didn’t​ seem forced. In‍ fact, it looked⁠ so sincere it‌‍‌ almost seemed innocent.⁠

With⁠ a hint of‌⁠‌ suspicion, the Swordmaster‌⁠ spoke.

“Kang​ Geom-Ma… don’t tell⁠ me… you really‌⁠ forgot about the‌ Seven Stars succession?”‌​

“……”‍⁠‌

Instead‌ of answering, Kang​ Geom-Ma stayed silent.​​ Anything he said⁠⁠ would only make‌‍​ things more awkward.‌ Fortunately, the Swordmaster​ seemed to grasp‌ the meaning behind​‍ his silence. His‍ sincere laughter turned‌ nervous.

“Ha…‌ So you really​​ did forget.”

“…I’m​‌ sorry.”

“No​‍‌ need to apologize.​​​ Come to think⁠ of it, it‍ makes sense. You’ve​ been through a lot lately. Since‍⁠ the Joaquin incident,‍​‌ and according to⁠⁠ Altair, you also‍‌ did a lot‍ at the auction⁠​​ house. After so​​⁠ much, it’s only‌ natural you forgot.”‍‌

The​⁠ Swordmaster rubbed his⁠ brow with his‍ thumb. He’d known‍⁠‍ for a while‍⁠​ that Kang Geom-Ma‍‍​ had no interest‌‍​ in fame or​⁠ glory.

But‍⁠⁠ to forget something‌‌ as significant as⁠​⁠ the Seven Stars​⁠‌ succession ceremony… That‍ only proved that,⁠‌⁠ for him, helping⁠​ others took precedence‍​‌ over titles.

In⁠‍ the few months​ he hadn’t seen⁠‌ him, the young‌⁠​ man had ascended​​‍ to a whole‍ new dimension. The‌​ Swordmaster’s eyes were‍ filled with respect.‌​‍

‘For‌⁠‍ a transcendent hero⁠‌ like him, the‍⁠‍ title of Seven​ Stars must feel‌‍​ insignificant.’

Kang​⁠⁠ Geom-Ma’s divinity had‍‍ already far surpassed‍​‍ his own. He⁠‌​ might even be​‍‍ on par with‍‍ the founding heroes.‍ For someone like‍ that, the title⁠ of Hero of‍ the Seven Stars‍‍⁠ was like a firefly before the‍​ sun.

It‍⁠ was simply the⁠​‍ position that best⁠ fit this era’s‌ Kang Geom-Ma. There‍‌ were no “what‌ ifs,” but if​‍ he had been⁠​​ born in a time of war…‌‍‍

Meanwhile,​ Kang Geom-Ma, seated⁠ across from him,⁠​ swallowed uncomfortably.

‘It​ looks like the‌ Swordmaster is disappointed…’‍‌

That⁠⁠ deep gaze was‌⁠ a clear sign​⁠ of regret. And‍ the reason was⁠‍ just what he’d‌‌⁠ said. So much‍​‌ had happened lately,⁠ he simply hadn’t⁠⁠ had the time‌‍​ to think about‍ the succession.

‘Come‌​ to think of​ it, I even‍⁠​ stayed at his‍​ house during the‍ break because of‍‌⁠ it.’

And​‌ that was also‌ why he had‌⁠ been absent from‍ the academy, running⁠ around to prepare​⁠⁠ for the succession.​⁠

Looking‌⁠‌ back, he could‌​ understand the Swordmaster’s‍‍ tired expression. After‍‌‍ all that effort,⁠⁠ the main figure​‌ had completely forgotten.​

He‍ tried to find‍‌ words to explain‍‌⁠ himself, but couldn’t​​‍ bring himself to‌ speak. Lying now⁠​ would only make‍‍ him feel terribly​‍ guilty.

Thus,‌​ misunderstandings between the⁠​​ two men tangled‍‌ in the air.‌‌⁠ And just when‌​⁠ the atmosphere in⁠⁠ the office was​‌ about to grow‌‍ even heavier…

Clap!‌⁠

Media⁠‍ clapped her hands,⁠ drawing all eyes‌‍‌ to her. With⁠ that motion, the⁠‌ tension in the‌⁠ room dispersed like​ wind. After refreshing‍‍ the atmosphere, she​‌⁠ quickly addressed the‌⁠‌ Swordmaster.

“Whether​​ or not our‌⁠‍ Kang Geom-Ma forgot​​ isn’t the important‌‍⁠ part. The main⁠​ reason for this​​​ meeting wasn’t just‍⁠‌ to announce the⁠ succession ceremony, right?”‌

“Was⁠‍‍ there something else?⁠‍ I thought I already said everything⁠‌‍ I needed to…​​ Argh!”

A sound of flesh‍​⁠ being pinched rang⁠⁠​ out from under‍‌‌ the table. Media,​‍‌ still smiling, had⁠⁠ grabbed his thigh‍​ tightly. Her eyes,‍ curved like crescent⁠‍⁠ moons, glared at⁠ him.

‘Still‍‌‌ planning to keep‌⁠ embarrassing our Kang⁠ Geom-Ma with your‍​ comments? Want to​‍​ die?’

A silent but clearly‌‍ violent pressure to⁠ take the hint.⁠​‌ From the muscular⁠⁠ pain, the Swordmaster⁠⁠ quickly corrected himself.‍

“Ha…‍⁠‍ I almost forgot‌‍⁠ the most important⁠‌​ thing. My apologies.⁠‍⁠ Ahem.”

“See?‍‍ That’s why I say old folks‍​‌ like you always⁠​​ forget what matters.‍⁠‍ Even now, hehe.”⁠

At⁠‍​ last, Media nodded​​​ in satisfaction. The⁠‍‍ Swordmaster ground his⁠⁠​ teeth, then let‍⁠ out a sigh‌‍‍ of resignation.

Thanks‌ to that, he​⁠⁠ remembered what he‌​ really wanted to​ warn Kang Geom-Ma‌‌ about. While rubbing‍⁠ his surely bruised​‌ thigh, he resumed‍​‌ the conversation.

“To‌⁠​ be honest, I hesitated to mention‍‍ it, but I think it’s better​​ that you know.‌‍ The succession ceremony⁠ will go smoothly—unless‍ there are variables.”‍⁠‌

He‌​ placed special emphasis‌ on the word‍ “variables.” Seeing Kang​​ Geom-Ma’s confused expression,⁠‍​ the Swordmaster added.‍⁠

“There​​⁠ are a few‌‍‍ things I can​​‌ say for sure.​ Regarding your succession‍ as one of‍ the Seven Stars,‍⁠⁠ not many opposed‍​ it. Just a few puppets of‌ the elders, and⁠‍‍ I’ve already dealt‍‌‌ with them. It‍​‌ wasn’t pleasant… but‍⁠‌ Changseong helped.”

“Changseong…‍ helped?”

“Didn’t‍‌⁠ you notice? That‍ guy supports anyone⁠‌ he acknowledges wholeheartedly.‍‍ And he openly​ despises those he‌ doesn’t. He’s always​‌ hounding those politicians‍‌ and opportunists.”

This‍ time was no‌⁠ different.

Changseong‍ personally visited the‍ opponents, spear in⁠⁠‍ hand. The moment‌‍‍ they saw the​‌ shining blade at⁠​ their throats, they⁠​ all surrendered. The‌⁠ corrupt can’t resist‌ the strong. If‍ they had guts,​‍ they wouldn’t be‌⁠​ puppets of the​ elders.

The⁠ Swordmaster clicked his​ tongue and frowned.‍ In truth, Changseong’s​⁠‍ intervention had been‌ helpful. Sometimes, to⁠​‍ those who won’t‌ listen to reason,⁠ you have to‍‍ speak through force.⁠ And Changseong was⁠⁠ the best at​‍​ that.

Not⁠​⁠ with words, but​‌ with fists. He’d​​ always disliked that‌‍​ brutish style. That​ guy only knew‍ how to solve‍ things through raw⁠‌ power.

But​ the reason he‍⁠‍ now found it⁠‍ even more annoying‌ was something else.​​

‘Changseong…‌ that guy has⁠ been watching Kang​ Geom-Ma very closely.’⁠​⁠

He‍​⁠ had anticipated it,​​⁠ but didn’t expect⁠ it to be⁠‍‍ this direct. Changseong,‌ always so demanding,​ seemed to hold⁠⁠ Kang Geom-Ma in​⁠ very high regard.⁠‍

‘Damn​ meddler.’

The⁠‌‌ Swordmaster felt an‍ inexplicable sense of‍ threat.

He⁠‌⁠ wanted to remain⁠⁠ the only “master”‌ to Kang Geom-Ma.⁠⁠​ Assuming that peerless⁠‌ student even needed​ a master.

Was⁠ it just a selfish desire born‍‌ of old age?‌ But at the​​​ very least, he‌ didn’t intend to⁠‍ give up that⁠‌ role to Changseong.‌​⁠ Even if it⁠‌ meant crossing blades‌​ with him.

‘Man…​​​ I must’ve really​‌ gotten old.’

He​‍⁠ used to frown‍​ at old men⁠‍​ full of ambition.‌‍ And without realizing​ it, he’d become⁠​ one of them.‌⁠ He shook his‌‍ head to dispel⁠⁠‌ the thought.

“Anyway,⁠‍‌ with that, the⁠ number of opposing​‌ nobles has clearly⁠​ dropped. The ceremony‌ is progressing smoothly.⁠‌⁠ But if there’s⁠‌ one single variable…‌⁠ it’s Saki Kojima,⁠⁠ from House Zelkung.”⁠

Kang‍⁠ Geom-Ma’s brows twitched‌‍ slightly. He hadn’t‍ expected that name‍ to come up.‍

“And‌​⁠ there’s a reason‌ for that, as‍ the old man​⁠ said.”

Media​​ took the floor⁠ right then. Her‍⁠‌ tone dropped, turning⁠⁠‍ more serious.

“Kang‍ Geom-Ma, as you​ know, Kojima is⁠​⁠ also one of⁠‌‍ the Seven Stars.‌‌​ But on top‍‌ of that, he’s​‍‍ the Prime Minister​‌‌ of Japan. That⁠ means his influence​⁠ goes beyond the⁠ hero world. He​‌​ holds sway in‌ politics and economics⁠​​ too. The problem​‍ is… despite all​ that, he hasn’t​ said a word.”‌

Media‌⁠​ moistened her dry‌‌⁠ lips with water⁠‌ and raised her‍‌ index finger to⁠‍‌ stress her next​‌‍ point.

“I’ll‍‍ be blunt, Kang‌ Geom-Ma. You should​ avoid clashing with⁠ Kojima. If he‌​ decides to vote⁠‍ against you right‍‍‌ before the ceremony…⁠‍‍ no one knows‍⁠⁠ how it’ll shake‌‍‍ things up. It’s⁠​⁠ not that the⁠ succession would be‌​ canceled, but rumors‌‍ would spread fast.”‍‌⁠

“…What‌⁠​ kind of person⁠⁠ is Kojima?”

“If‍‌⁠ he were like​‌ the nobles or‍‍‍ elders, you could​‍‍ handle him with‌ pressure or force.⁠​ But with him,⁠​‌ that doesn’t work.​⁠ He’d be more⁠‍ likely to commit​‌ seppuku than yield.”‌‌‍

Her‌​ expression darkened. Her‍ heavy sigh said‍ it all.

“Honestly,‍‌‍ Kojima wasn’t always‍​​ like this. But⁠⁠ after defeating the‌ Sixth Corps Commander…‍‌ he changed completely.​‍‍ Since then, he’s‍‍ cut all contact,‍⁠ even with us—the⁠​​ other Seven Stars.”‍⁠‍

“Was⁠ there a reason…?”⁠​‌

“That’s…”​⁠

Media‍‍​ moved her lips‍⁠⁠ but didn’t speak.‍⁠​ The Swordmaster placed​ a hand on‌ her shoulder, stopping​⁠ her. He was⁠⁠ the one who‌ closed the conversation.​‍

“When‌‌ someone loses something‍‍ too important, sometimes​⁠‍ they completely lose​‌‍ their way.”

***​‌‍

A traditional Japanese house‍⁠​ steeped in silence.​‍⁠

In⁠‌ the meticulously maintained‍⁠ garden of an​​‌ adjacent building, a man strolled slowly‍‍​ with his hands‍‍‍ clasped behind his‍ back.

His​ face bore a contradictory mix—sharp as⁠ a blade, yet⁠‍ exuding a serene‌‍ air. As he​‌ walked, a woman⁠⁠ dressed in a traditional Japanese kimono‌ cautiously approached him.‍‍​

“Father,‌⁠ your preparations for⁠‌‌ leaving the country​ in a few​‌ hours are complete.”⁠

The‌ woman had addressed‍‍‌ him as “father.”‍​‍ However, her respectful​‍​ tone and hunched​​​ posture made it​‍⁠ seem more like‍ she was speaking⁠​ to a superior⁠​ than to a family member.

The⁠‍‌ man slowly turned‌⁠​ and fixed his‌⁠ gaze on her.⁠‍ When he finally‌⁠⁠ spoke, he posed⁠​​ a question so​‍ absurd it chilled⁠‌ the air.

“Hina,‍ why do you⁠​‌ call me father?”​⁠

In​‌ that instant, the⁠ garden’s atmosphere turned‌⁠‌ glacial. Saki Hina,​ the eldest daughter,‌ felt a stinging‌‌​ humiliation but still‌ bowed and apologized​​ without showing emotion.⁠​‌

“Forgive⁠ me, Prime Minister.‍‍‌ It was an‍⁠​ old childhood habit‌ that slipped out‌⁠ unintentionally. Please, I beg your pardon.”⁠

“…”‌

The‌​ man stared at​ her in silence,‍ then looked away,‍‍ as if she⁠ wasn’t even worth⁠​ responding to.

Faced‌‍ with such utter​ disdain, Hina pressed‌‌‌ her lips tightly​⁠​ together. Even that⁠ slight show of⁠ resistance was completely​‍​ ignored.

Zelkung,​‌ Saki Kojima.

This⁠‍ man did not​ permit a “useless”‌‍⁠ child to even‌⁠ call him father.‌ There was only⁠⁠ one exception his‍​‌ youngest daughter, who‍‍⁠ was currently attending‌‍ the academy.

Saki‌⁠ Ryozo.

He‌​‌ acknowledged only Ryozo‍ as his daughter.⁠​‌ All others were⁠​‌ trash. Paradoxically, Ryozo,⁠ the one who⁠ bore all his‍​ expectations, was the​‌ one who despised⁠ him the most.‌

No‌‌ one in the‌ family understood why.​⁠ No one spoke‌‌ to her. Even‍ the few servants⁠ Ryozo had been‌​‌ close to were‌⁠ dismissed.

‘While‍ the rest of‍​ us received constant‍‌⁠ scorn… that wretch…’‍‍⁠

It​ was natural for⁠⁠⁠ her siblings to⁠‍ resent her. No,‍ in truth, they⁠ hated her. She‌ scorned the recognition‌ everyone else craved.⁠​​

If‌​⁠ only that wretch‌ didn’t exist… If⁠ only he didn’t‌⁠ fixate on her…​‍⁠ Perhaps then, the⁠ others would have‌ a chance to⁠⁠⁠ take her place.⁠

Family?‌⁠⁠ That wretch never⁠ considered them as‌​ such. And in‌ politics, there’s no​⁠ room for blood​⁠​ or tears. Relatives‌​‌ must be watched​ and excluded even⁠‌⁠ more.

At​⁠ that moment, Zelkung‍‍ spoke without looking‌‌ at her.

“The​‌‌ most important objective⁠‍​ of the trip⁠⁠⁠ to Korea—how is‌ that progressing?”

Saki‌‌ Hina quickly composed‍ herself and replied.​

“I’ve‍​‍ contacted the third​​ daughter, but since‍ she hasn’t responded,​​‍ it seems she’s‌​ decided to ignore⁠‍ it.”

“I‌⁠ see.”

With⁠​⁠ just those two⁠ words, Hina’s eyes​ turned red. If‌ it had been​‌ her, she would​ have already been⁠‍‌ erased from the‍​ family registry. And‌ all he says‍‌​ is “I see”?‌‌‌

As​ her jaw trembled⁠‌‌ with rage, a face came to‌ mind. The target‌ of her father’s‍‍‍ trip to Korea⁠ the Saint of‍‍‍ Sashimi.

A name that’s been⁠ making waves lately.‍​‌ And that wretch‌ Ryozo had already⁠⁠ been toying with‌ him for some​‌ time. According to⁠ her network of‌‍​ informants, they were‌‌⁠ as close as‌‌ glue.

She⁠ had a keen⁠‌ eye for detail.​​‌ Perhaps it wasn’t​ intentional, but thanks‍ to that, the​‍‌ Prime Minister of‍ Japan himself had‌‌‍ decided to go‍ in person. It⁠⁠ was detestable in​ every way.

‘Wait⁠⁠ a moment.’

Suddenly,‍‌ her boiling rage‍ cooled. A sinister‌‍‌ idea had formed​ in her mind‌ a way to‌​‍ completely destroy that​ wretch Ryozo.

A spark of malice‌‍‍ flashed in Saki‍​‌ Hina’s eyes, and‍‌‌ a cold smile‍‍⁠ spread across her​‍ lips.

As‌ she recalled someone’s​⁠ black hair, she​ departed for Nagoya‌‍‌ Airport alongside Kojima.⁠⁠

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