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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 196 – Conflict (2)

Chapter 196 – Conflict (2)

Noon,⁠⁠ Class Wolf.

Despite‍‍ it being lunchtime,‍‌‍ several students remained‍⁠⁠ gathered inside the‍ classroom.

They‌⁠ spoke in hushed‌‌ tones, not even⁠‌‍ having eaten yet.‍⁠​ And as always,‌‍⁠ the topic of​‍ conversation was Kang​ Geom-Ma.

However,⁠‌​ there wasn’t a single person left‌​‍ making snide remarks‍‌​ about him like‍ before. On the‍‌ contrary, every gaze​ turned toward the‌‌ third row by⁠⁠​ the window was⁠‌​ filled with respect.​‌‍

A student gently nudged‍ the classmate beside​‍⁠ her with her‌ elbow. Her eyes⁠‌‍ remained fixed on‍ the third row,⁠​ by the window.‌⁠

“Hey,‌ did you hear​‍ the rumor? They⁠‌ say they’re going⁠ to appoint a new member of​ the Seven Stars.”⁠⁠

“I’ve‍‍‍ seen a few‌⁠‍ articles and videos‌ about it. Makes​ sense, since the‌​ Swordmaster retired… They‍ need to fill​‍⁠ that spot.”

“Exactly.‌ But I heard‌ something recently…”

The‌ student leaned in‌⁠‍ and whispered into⁠⁠ the boy’s ear.‌⁠ His face shifted⁠ from indifference to‍ surprise, and then⁠​⁠ he looked at​ her with wide‍⁠ eyes.

“…Seriously?”​⁠

“Maybe.‍ You know my‌ dad’s a deputy‍​ director at a news agency. If​‌​ anything, he has‍​⁠ good intel.”

She‍‍ shrugged. The boy⁠ swallowed hard and‌ murmured with his‍⁠ mouth slightly open.⁠‌⁠

“If​‌ you hadn’t said⁠‌ it, I’d have⁠⁠⁠ thought it was‌ total nonsense…”

He,⁠ too, glanced toward⁠ the third row.​​⁠ There, as always,​‍ Kang Geom-Ma sat‌‍⁠ leaning on his⁠ arm, gazing absentmindedly​ out the window.‍​ His calm, detached​​ expression didn’t seem​​ like that of‌​‍ someone his age.‍

The‍‌‍ boy murmured without‌ taking his eyes‌ off him.

“It’s‌​​ a weird feeling…”‍

“Huh?‌⁠⁠ What is?”

“Whether​ what you said‍‍⁠ is true or⁠‌ not doesn’t really​‌ matter. What matters‌​ is that people‍‌ are talking about​⁠ him at a national level. It​​‌ would’ve bothered me‍⁠ before… but now,​‍‍ I don’t know,​​‍ it makes me‍‍ happy. Something like‌ that.”

The⁠ girl nodded, understanding‌‍ his feelings.

“I‍ totally get it​​ too! Just nine‌‌‍ months ago, we​⁠​ were all prejudiced‍ against him just⁠ for being a special admission student.‌‍ Not just you​​ and me—everyone in⁠ class.”

“And⁠ looking at him⁠ now, it’s ridiculous.‌ Judging someone just​‍‍ based on status—how​⁠ childish.”

“Exactly.‌ I’ve been thinking​ that too. We‍​ were fools. If‍ you really think‍ about it, even‌‌​ we in Class‍ Wolf were looked‍ down on by‍​‌ others.”

“……”​​

The‍⁠⁠ boy, Joto Mate,‌​‌ closed his eyes​ for a moment‌‌ in reflection. If⁠⁠​ what he just​⁠⁠ heard was true,⁠⁠‌ there wouldn’t be‌⁠ much time left⁠​⁠ to share class​​ with Kang Geom-Ma.​⁠‌

That‌ made him a little sad, but‍​‌ also relieved. Because‌‍ Kang Geom-Ma, once⁠​​ scorned for his⁠⁠ origins, was finally⁠‍‍ being publicly recognized.‍⁠

They​ had never spoken‌​ a single word⁠​‌ to each other,‍‌ but just knowing‍​⁠ that Kang Geom-Ma​ was reaching new⁠‌​ heights filled him‍​ with pride.

Seeing‍‌⁠ his gentle smile,‍ the girl smiled​ as well. And​​ with that, a new member had‍‍⁠ joined the ranks​‍ of the “Sashimi‌‍⁠ Club.”

‘Plan‍​ successful.’

Just⁠ then, the girl’s‍‌ phone vibrated with​​​ a new notification.‌ Being from a journalist family, she⁠ received breaking news⁠ instantly. She pulled‌​‍ out her phone‍‍ and read the⁠ headline.

『Japanese​‌ Prime Minister Saki​ Kojima arrives in​ Korea.』

***‌

At‍ the same time,‌‌‌ in the VIP‍‍ parking lot of‍‌ Incheon Airport.

As⁠⁠ he stepped into‍ the black limousine,⁠‍ Kojima shot a look of disgust‌‍ at Saki Hina,‌​ who stood close‍​ by assisting him.‍​​ His slight frown‌ clearly showed his⁠ irritation.

“This‍⁠ visit was supposed‌​⁠ to be confidential.​ How do you‌ explain the presence‌‍ of the press,‌ Hina?”

His‌⁠ tone was completely​ flat, but it‌ was more than⁠​ enough to intimidate‍ anyone. The smile​ he had shown‌‍‌ in front of‌ the press minutes⁠‌ ago was a complete political facade.​⁠​ His duality was⁠ truly unsettling.

“My​‍‍ apologies, Prime Minister.​⁠ I informed the⁠ secretariat office as‍ required, but—”

“Enough.”⁠

Kojima‌‍‍ cut her off​​⁠ sharply. He rubbed​⁠⁠ his forehead hard‌⁠ and sighed.

“How‍​ long will you‍‍ keep making excuses?”⁠‍​

“…I’m​‍​ sorry. It was​ all my fault.”‍‍‌

“Just​⁠⁠ don’t give me‌ any more reasons‌​‌ to be disappointed.⁠‍ I’m tired of​⁠‌ it.”

“Yes,‌‌‌ sir…”

Without‌ even glancing at​⁠‌ her, Kojima spoke‌‍⁠ to the secretary​‌ sitting in the‍⁠ front seat.

“We’ll‌ head straight to​‍​ Joaquin Academy. Best​ to deal with‌​​ things one by​‍ one. And try‌​‍ contacting the third‌ daughter again. If​‌⁠ she doesn’t respond,‌‍​ drop it.”

“Understood.”⁠​

After⁠​ giving the order,⁠ he reclined with‍ his arms crossed,‌ gazing out at‍​​ the cityscape through‌‌ the window. Not‌‍⁠ once did he⁠ look again at⁠​‌ Hina, sitting right​⁠ beside him.

Hina​⁠ pressed her lips⁠‍ together, her face​‌ twisting for a moment, before she‍ returned to a blank expression.

‘Ryozo,⁠​ just wait a little longer. You​ stole all the‌ attention and love‌ we never got…​⁠‌ I’ll return it‌‍​ all to you.’‌⁠‌

The​ limousine sped down‌​ the highway, wrapped⁠ in ominous silence.⁠⁠​ Fifteen motorcycles formed⁠‍ a tight escort​⁠​ behind the vehicle,⁠ providing strict security.‍​

***​‌‌

“….!”‌‍

Suddenly,‍​‍ a chill ran⁠‍ down Ryozo’s entire⁠‌ body, prompting her⁠‍ to quickly glance‌ around. As usual,‍​​ she was in​‌⁠ the academy’s backyard,​‌ chatting with her‍‍‌ clubmates.

‘What‍‍ was that?’

A tingling sensation crawled⁠ up her neck.‍⁠ Although it was‍ late autumn, the‍ weather was milder⁠ than usual, so​ it wasn’t exactly​ a cold day.‌⁠ Then why did​‌ she feel that‍⁠ shiver?

As‌‍ Ryozo scanned her‍⁠‍ surroundings, Kang Geom-Ma‌⁠‍ looked at her‌‌‍ with curiosity and​ asked,

“What’s​ wrong? Is someone‍ coming?”

“…No,​‍⁠ it’s nothing. I just felt the‌‍​ air get colder‌⁠⁠ all of a sudden. It’s not​​‌ important, don’t overthink‌‌‌ it.”

Ryozo​ crossed her arms,‌ tucking her hands⁠‍ under her armpits.⁠⁠‌ The scarf around‌‍‍ her neck fluttered⁠‍⁠ in the autumn⁠ breeze.

Kang‌‍⁠ Geom-Ma stared at‌‌ her. Although the​‌​ day felt fresh‌ to him, he⁠ could understand why‌ Ryozo found it‍⁠​ cold. After all,⁠ Korea was colder⁠ than Japan.

After‌‍ a moment’s thought,⁠⁠‌ he held out‌‌ his coat to‌‍ her.

“Here.”⁠‌‍

“……?”‍⁠‌

“I’m​⁠ more affected by‍‍ heat than cold.‍ And I was⁠‍ getting warm anyway,‍⁠​ so you wear⁠ it.”

Kang⁠ Geom-Ma offered the​⁠‌ coat again. Ryozo​⁠ accepted it, a little taken aback.​‍​ Her cheeks immediately‍‌ flushed a soft‍‌​ red.

She‌ gently held the‌‍ still-warm coat in​‌ both hands. The‌‌ familiar scent tickled‌ her nose.

Achoo!⁠

Just⁠‌ then, Speedweapon sneezed.‌ For someone from​​ Hawaii, the Korean​ autumn felt like⁠‌ a polar vortex.‌‌ He shivered as⁠ he hugged himself,‌ until his eyes⁠ landed on the‌​ coat Ryozo now​ wore.

“Hey,‌ Saki, are you‌ not gonna wear⁠⁠ that? If not,‌‌ I’ll take it.”‌

Without⁠‍⁠ waiting for a reply, he reached​⁠‍ out. But Ryozo​​ moved first and‌​‌ twisted his arm​‍‌ instantly.

Crack.​​

Speedweapon‌ stared at her⁠‌⁠ in disbelief—his arm‍ had just twisted⁠⁠ clockwise. The pain⁠​‌ followed a second​ later.

“Aaagh!​‍‍ Saki! You could’ve‌ said something first!‌‌‍ Who just twists‍⁠​ an arm out‌‌ of nowhere?!”

“I‌ don’t think someone‍⁠ trying to snatch⁠⁠​ something can talk‍​ about manners.”

Speedweapon⁠ glared at her​⁠ as he rolled⁠ on the ground.‌⁠‍ He wasn’t even‌​ cold anymore—heat was⁠ surging through him.‌​ Not that it‌‍‍ was any comfort.‍‌

‘Damn⁠​ it… did I just break my​ arm?’

His‍‍‍ arm hung limp.​⁠ He was considering​‍ a trip to‌ the infirmary when​​ Ha-na approached.

“Hmm,‌ if you miss‍‌ the critical window,‍ you might need‍‌‌ a hospital for⁠​ that fracture. Want‌‌​ me to do‌ an emergency fix?”​​

Adjusting‍⁠ her glasses, San‍ Ha-na spoke calmly.‌⁠‌ Her lenses reflected⁠‍ the light, hiding‌ her expression, but​‌ the faint smile‍‍‍ on her lips⁠ made it clear—she‌⁠ wasn’t doing this‌‌​ out of concern.‍

‘Wait,⁠ there’s a “critical​ window” for fractures?‍ I thought that‌⁠​ was just for‌⁠ cardiac arrest…’

He‍‍ hesitated. And in‍ that moment, Ha-na‍ grabbed his injured​⁠​ arm and twisted‍ it the other‍‌ way.

“It’ll⁠‌ sting just a little~”

Crack!‍

“…Huh?”‍​

Speedweapon‍‌ stared at his‍‌⁠ arm like it​‍‍ didn’t belong to‍ him. It was‌ back in place.​

Meanwhile,​‍ Ha-na applied a healing blessing. It‌​ felt like a balm for broken‍​ bones—sort of like⁠ a painkiller, but‌⁠‌ with three times⁠ the sting when‌ applied.

Cold​⁠ sweat ran down‍‍ his forehead, and⁠ his jaw trembled.⁠‍‍ His vision blurred⁠ until he saw⁠ double. Soon, the‍​⁠ intense pain made‍ him forget the​ cold completely.

“Ah.”⁠‌​

His​⁠ foggy brain issued⁠⁠‍ a single command⁠​ writhe. So Speedweapon‌ let out another‌‍ scream and rolled​‌​ around in the‌ fallen leaves. Watching‍⁠‍ the scene, Kang‌ Geom-Ma muttered to⁠‌‍ himself,

‘This⁠​⁠ is a mess.’‍​‌

From‌ the coat to​‍⁠ Speedweapon’s screams, the⁠ whole situation was‍​​ so absurd he‍‌ couldn’t help but‌ let out a dry chuckle.

Even‌ so, they’d managed​ to get along⁠‌ like this for‌ over half a year. They might‌⁠‌ bicker every time‌‌ they met, but⁠⁠ when it mattered,​‍ they trusted each​‌​ other.

And⁠ Speedweapon would take‍‌ it all in⁠⁠‍ stride—even a broken⁠‌ arm. Sometimes it⁠ seemed like he‍‍‍ was the club’s‌‌ punching bag, but…⁠‌​

‘Well,​‍ he is a healer. He can‌‌ heal himself.’

Kang‌​ Geom-Ma let out⁠​​ a soft laugh.​‍‌ He wanted to‌ keep this dynamic‌​‌ for a long‍‍ time.

As‌‌ sunset fell over⁠⁠‍ the academy, his⁠ pocket vibrated. It‌⁠‌ was a message‌‍ from Media. But‌‍ this time, there⁠​ were no usual⁠‍ antics—just a simple​ link.

“…Reception⁠⁠ room, 5th floor‌ of the main​⁠⁠ building?”

The⁠‌‍ director usually wrote‌⁠ paragraphs every time‍ she messaged. Was⁠​⁠ this that urgent?⁠ He was a little suspicious, but​‍ didn’t hesitate.

The‍​​ day of the​⁠​ succession ceremony was‍ approaching. Although most‍​​ of the arrangements‍ were being handled​ by the Sword⁠‍ Master and Media,‌ some things required⁠ his presence. After‌‍ all, he was‍​ the main figure‍ in all of‍⁠‌ this.

‘I⁠​ guess I should​⁠​ go.’

Kang‍‌ Geom-Ma stood and‌⁠ brushed dust off⁠⁠​ his pants.

Ryozo​‍​ was the first‍ to notice. She​⁠​ was already wearing‍‌ the coat he’d⁠‍ lent her.

“Heading‌‍ out?”

“Yeah.‍‍⁠ Looks like the​ director needs to‍ speak with me.⁠‌​ I’ll be back⁠ at the dorm​‍⁠ later. Don’t wait‌ up.”

“Ah…​⁠‍ okay.”

Ryozo⁠ looked away. She’d‍‌​ been planning to‌ subtly invite him‍⁠ to dinner…

But‍​ the disappointment didn’t⁠‌ last. She shook‌​ her head.

‘It’s⁠ fine. It’s not‍‍ the last chance.‌‍​ I’ll find another.’‍

She‌⁠⁠ thought about making⁠⁠ kimchi stew. She’d⁠​‍ go to his⁠ dorm with the‍⁠‌ excuse of returning⁠ the freshly washed‍ coat.

“Alright‍⁠ then. Go ahead.⁠⁠ I’ll return this‌​‍ clean.”

“I‌​‍ washed it yesterday,⁠ no need.”

“No.”‌‍‌

Ryozo’s‍ eyes widened, firm.‌‌

“Kang⁠ Geom-Ma, even if‌⁠ it doesn’t bother​‍ you, it would​​ bother me. Go‌​ on, talk to​ the director.”

She​​⁠ waved him off.‌​​ The coat was⁠⁠​ so big that‌ its sleeves covered‌​ her hands.

“Thanks.⁠​ Tell the others​ I stepped out.”‌​

Kang‌​‌ Geom-Ma’s silhouette disappeared.‌‌ Then Speedweapon, still‌ lying on the⁠⁠ ground, looked confused.​‍

“Huh?⁠​ Where’s the prez?⁠ When did he‌​ leave?”

Ryozo⁠ answered.

“The⁠⁠ director had something‌‍ urgent to talk​⁠ to him about.‌‌ He left me‌⁠ the message before‍‍‌ heading out.”

“The‌ director… urgent…? Right‌⁠ now?”

Speedweapon⁠‍ rubbed his arm‍ and muttered. Ryozo​ frowned.

“What’s​ wrong? Got something‍​‍ to hide?”

“Yeah,‌ but I’m not‌ sure if I should say it.”​⁠⁠

“What‌ is it?”

“If⁠ I’m right, it​​ probably has to⁠⁠‍ do with the‌‍ Seven Stars succession​ ceremony.”

At⁠​‌ the mention of⁠ “Seven Stars,” Ryozo’s​ brow furrowed.

“And⁠ what does that‌‍‍ have to do⁠ with Kang Geom-Ma?”​​‌

“Well…”​​‌

Speedweapon⁠‌ hesitated. He debated‍ internally whether to‍‍‍ spill or stay‌‍ quiet.

‘Should‍ I say it…‍​ or not?’

Kang‍ Geom-Ma hadn’t told​‌​ him to keep⁠​ it secret, but​‌ he preferred being​ discreet. He liked​ explaining things, not‌⁠‌ showing off.

Still,​⁠​ everyone in the⁠‌ club was trustworthy,​⁠ and in a few days, the​⁠‍ whole world would​​ know anyway. So,‍ finally, Speedweapon whispered,⁠‍​

“If​‍‌ I’m right, next‌⁠⁠ week, our president‍ will be named​ the new Hero‌⁠​ of the Seven‌​ Stars, succeeding the‌ Sword Master.”

***‌

I followed the link‌‍​ Media had sent⁠‍ and calmly walked​‌ down the fifth-floor⁠‌ corridor of the​ main building. Though​⁠ I’d been in⁠​⁠ this building many​ times, I was​‌ struck by how‌ big the academy‍‍ was. This corner‍​​ felt especially unfamiliar.⁠‍

“Such​ a classic atmosphere.”​

The‌‌‌ walls were covered‌​‌ with countless portraits.​ Beneath each frame​‌⁠ was a plaque⁠⁠⁠ with names—likely graduates‍‌ of the academy,⁠‌ all depicted wielding⁠ weapons.

As⁠ I looked around,‍⁠‍ one portrait caught⁠ my eye. I instinctively stopped and⁠⁠ stared at the‍⁠‍ figure in the‍ frame.

“That⁠‌ guy…”

The‌‍ face was slightly‍⁠ blurred, as if‌⁠​ it had been‍​ softened with an‌⁠​ effect. But the‍⁠ black hair was​‌ unmistakable. There was⁠ only one historical⁠ figure with that⁠ feature.

“Wow…‌​‍ Seeing it like​ this, he really‍​​ does look like⁠‍ the founding hero.⁠‍ Almost like he‍ came back to​​‌ life.”

A voice pulled me⁠​⁠ from my thoughts.​ I quickly turned‌‍​ to its source.‍⁠​

A refined woman was‍ leaning against the‍‌‍ wall. Her outfit,‌ similar to a kimono, differed from​​ tradition—it was provocative‌​ rather than modest.⁠​

With‍‍‌ a fan covering​ her lips, the​ woman approached with‌ slow steps.

Tap.⁠ Tap. Tap.

The‌‌​ sound of her‍ wooden sandals echoed​‍​ through the hallway.⁠⁠​ Every movement of⁠⁠‍ hers was deliberate‌⁠ and seductive.

“Who​‍‌ are you?”

I frowned, but despite‍‍ my cold tone,​​​ she answered with‌ a smile.

“Just⁠‌​ a simple admirer​​ of the Saint​ of Sashimi.”

“……”⁠​⁠

“Or‍⁠‍ maybe someone who‌ might become part‍​ of your family?”⁠‍‍

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