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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 197 – Conflict (3)

Chapter 197 – Conflict (3)

In​‌⁠ all my lives,⁠ past and present,​ there was only‍ one person I could truly call⁠‌ family.

My​ first master.

Although‍​ saying “first” master‍‍⁠ was somewhat redundant—he‌ was the only‍ one who ever​​⁠ truly taught me​‍ anything. Still, he‌​⁠ insisted on emphasizing‍ “first.” I never​⁠‍ knew why. And‌‌‍ honestly, I never‌⁠ bothered to ask.‌​

What’s​‌ indisputable is that‍​ this person fulfilled​‌ the role of‌⁠‍ family for me.​‌ He took me⁠⁠⁠ in when I ran away from‌ home at seventeen,‌ gave me shelter,‌⁠ food, and even‌ taught me a trade.

Maybe‌⁠​ that’s why my‍⁠ mindset and values​ are so deeply‌⁠ influenced by him.‌ It wasn’t like‍​ I had much‌​‌ of a choice,‍⁠⁠ considering how insufferably‍ persistent he was.⁠‌⁠ Just stopping for‌ a moment would‍‍ make him frown.‌⁠

Still,⁠‌‍ many of his‌ words stayed etched​​‌ into my mind.⁠ And right now,‍ one of those‌ phrases came back‌‍ to me.

—Be​‌⁠ careful with women⁠‌ who approach you⁠​ for no reason.⁠

Said​‌‌ like that, it⁠ sounds obvious. But‌⁠​ he didn’t say⁠ it as an‍​ obvious warning—he said‍ it with a strange conviction that​‌‌ gave it weight.⁠

A woman who approaches​⁠ you without reason,‌⁠ offering unearned kindness,‌​‍ is surely hiding⁠⁠ something. Maybe if⁠ I were handsome⁠‌⁠ it’d make more⁠‌ sense—but that wasn’t​‍ the case. In‍‍ neither this life‌‌ nor the previous‌​‌ could I be⁠​ called attractive.

“Seeing⁠ you up close‌‌ is even more⁠‍ fascinating. It’s like‍⁠ looking at a celebrity right in‍⁠‌ front of me.‌ Like I said,​⁠ I’m a big​⁠ fan of yours.”⁠

That’s‍‍ why the blatant‍‌ flirtation from the​​​ woman in front‌​​ of me was‍ deeply annoying. Her​​ revealing outfit, her​ gestures, her words—none‌ of it felt​‌ sincere.

Even​⁠ if I assumed⁠‍ it was just​⁠⁠ her style, the‍‍ system wasn’t having‌‌ any of it⁠ either.

[Unauthorized⁠ external intrusion into‍​ your mind detected.]‌‌‍

[Toxic‌​ blessing with seductive‌ intent identified.]

[However,‍‍⁠ due to high​ ‘spirit level,’ no‍ effect has occurred.]⁠

Outwardly,​‍ I stayed calm,‌​⁠ but inside, I was stunned.

First,​ because a blessing​ like that even​ existed. And second,‌ because my ‘spirit⁠​⁠ level’ automatically rejected‍ it. The exact‍‌⁠ opposite of what‌​ had happened with​‌⁠ Agor back then.‌‌​ It seemed my⁠⁠ mental resistance had‌ improved a lot​​‌ since then.

That⁠‌‌ had its advantages—I‌‌ didn’t have to​⁠​ worry about useless‌‍​ environmental stimuli anymore.​​⁠ But at the‌​‌ same time, I felt a hollow⁠ emptiness. Because it​ also meant my​‌ body barely reacted⁠⁠​ to anything now.‍​‍

‘Haa.’​

I sighed in resignation.​ The woman, still​‌ smiling seductively, continued​ her act. And⁠ with every word,‌ the system issued⁠ a new alert.‍‌ It was exhausting.​‌

I silently observed her.⁠ Then she closed​​⁠ her fan and‍ revealed her face‌ completely.

No​ doubt—she was beautiful.‌⁠​

But‌‌‍ that was it.‍‌ After spending time‌ around girls like⁠ Abel, Saki, and‍​‌ Rachel, my standards‌ were sky-high. No​⁠ matter how pretty‌‌ she was, I felt nothing special.⁠‌‍

The‌‍‌ woman smiled smugly,⁠ convinced she had⁠​​ me. She raised​​⁠ a hand gracefully.​ Palm down—it clearly⁠​⁠ wasn’t a wave.‌⁠‍

Was⁠‌ she expecting a kiss on the‍⁠ hand?

She’d‍‍‍ appeared out of​ nowhere, thrown a few flirty lines,⁠ and now she⁠​​ was acting all‍⁠​ aristocratic.

I let out a dry laugh, shoved‌ my hands into‌‌ my pockets, and​ walked right past⁠ her like nothing​​⁠ happened. She flinched.‌⁠‍

“W-why?”⁠‌​

Apparently,‍‌​ she realized her‍⁠ plan was falling⁠​ apart. Her expression​⁠⁠ turned confused.

“Wait‌⁠ a minute! Don’t‍‍ you want to‍⁠ know who I am? I told‌⁠​ you I could⁠​ become part of‍‍ your family!”

I turned just enough⁠ to glance at‍‌ her. Meeting my‍‌⁠ cold gaze, the‌‌ woman took two​⁠‌ steps back. I spat out my⁠‍ words like venom.​

“I’ll​​⁠ let it go​‌‍ once. But not‍ twice.”

“……!”​

Her‌‍⁠ face went pale.⁠ She clenched her⁠‌‌ lips and let⁠ out a sarcastic⁠⁠ laugh.

“Ha…‌ That Ryozo girl‍ really knows how‌‌​ to pick them.​​ If not even​‌‍ a blessing can‍ affect you, then—ugh!”‍

Before‌‌ she could finish​ her sentence, her​‍ fan dropped to​​ the floor. She‍‍​ grabbed her throat,⁠ choking with a sharp squeal.

‘T-this…’⁠‌

It​​⁠ felt like something‌​​ was squeezing her‍ heart with claws.‌‌ She lost her​ balance and collapsed,‍ crawling along the⁠ hallway floor. Slobbering,‍ she barely lifted​‌ her gaze.

And‍​‌ there they were.‍‍ Black eyes glaring⁠‌ down at her.​‍

Ssshhh.‍​​

A dark crimson energy‌‍ enveloped her, pressing‍⁠‌ down like an‍ invisible prison. It​‌ was pure killing​ intent—so dense, it​‍​ had taken form.‌

Saki​‌ Hina understood immediately.⁠​​ The figure in⁠​​ front of her‍ was no longer‍‌ human.

A monster capable of⁠‍ subduing a seasoned‍​ heroine from a noble family without​⁠ lifting a finger.​⁠‌ Just with his⁠‍​ killing intent, he⁠‌ could take a life.

Kang‍‍‍ Geom-Ma spoke.

“Once‌​ might be a mistake.”

“Ghhhk…”⁠

“But​‌ twice? It’s not.‍ And you dared​​​ speak that way​‌ about someone dear‌‌ to me…”

Saki⁠ Hina’s pupils began​‍⁠ to lose focus.​‍‍ If this continued,‍⁠‌ her breathing would‍‌ stop.

‘No…‍‍ no… I can’t…​‌ breathe…’

She​⁠‌ had to escape‍‍‌ that deadly pressure‍ immediately. Just as⁠‍ she shakily reached⁠​‌ her hand forward—​​⁠

“Hina.”​

A voice echoed from​ the end of​ the hallway. Both⁠ Kang Geom-Ma and‍ Saki Hina instinctively‌⁠⁠ turned toward it.‌

A man in a pristine uniform walked​‍​ toward them with‍ firm steps. Despite⁠‍ the overwhelming murderous⁠‌‍ aura in the​⁠‌ air, his expression‌​ remained calm.

Kang⁠ Geom-Ma observed him⁠‌ closely. The middle-aged⁠ man, with a neat appearance, exuded‌ a peculiar aura.⁠‍‌ His gaze was‌‌ gentle yet chilling—like​⁠‍ a shadow naturally‌ clinging to him.‍‍ He walked effortlessly​ through the undulating​‍ killing intent.

‘Definitely⁠‍ not an ordinary‍​‍ guy.’

Kang⁠ Geom-Ma narrowed his​⁠‍ eyes, analyzing. He​‌​ didn’t sense hostility.‌⁠ And being in‌ the academy’s main‍ building, it was‍‌⁠ unlikely this was‌‍​ an enemy.

With‌‌​ that conclusion, he⁠‌ withdrew his killing​ intent. The dark⁠‌⁠ energy filling the⁠ hall dissipated instantly.​​

“Haah…⁠ Haah…”

Saki‍ Hina gasped for​‌ air. Her uneven⁠‌ breaths refused to‍ settle. Still, she⁠⁠‍ struggled to her‌‌⁠ feet. More than​‍ relief at surviving,‌⁠ her priority was​ maintaining composure.

“…Sir…⁠ Prime Minister.”

She‍‍ quickly straightened her​‌ clothes and bowed‌‌ respectfully. Kojima, now​⁠​ only a few‌​ steps away, narrowed​ his eyes.

After‍⁠ quickly assessing the⁠‍ situation, he stepped‌ up in front​‌‌ of Kang Geom-Ma.‍⁠​ And without hesitation,‍ bowed deeply.

“It⁠‌ seems someone from‌ our side has‍‍​ caused you trouble.‍ On behalf of‍⁠​ the Saki family,‍ I sincerely apologize.​‌‌ If you require‍‌‌ compensation, please let​‍ my secretary know.”‌‌

I stared at him,⁠⁠⁠ puzzled.

I expected him to‌‌‍ get angry or‍‌ try to assert⁠​ authority as her‍⁠ accomplice. But instead,‍ he was polite‌‍‌ and deferential. I didn’t know how‍⁠⁠ to react.

Maybe⁠ sensing my confusion,‍​ the man introduced⁠ himself.

“I’m​​⁠ Saki Kojima, Prime‍ Minister of Japan.​‍ A pleasure to⁠ meet you.”

“Ah…‍ yes. I’m Kang⁠ Geom-Ma.”

Saki​ Kojima—also known as⁠ the Patriarch—smiled politely.​‌ He spoke casually​‌ but never without‌ respect.

“Who‌‌​ in this world​⁠ doesn’t know your​‍ name, Mr. Kang‌ Geom-Ma? Introductions are​‍ for people like⁠‍⁠ me—not for someone​‍ already at the⁠‌‌ top.”

Media​‍⁠ had described this‍‌⁠ man as public‌⁠‍ enemy number one.⁠‍​ Yet among all⁠‍⁠ the adults I’d‍​ met, he showed‌⁠​ me the most‌​ respect. He spoke​‍ formally to me,‌‍‍ even though I could be his⁠‍⁠ son.

‘But.’‍

The​‌ woman who had​ flirted shamelessly moments‍⁠ ago now trembled⁠​​ faintly in the‍‌‌ distance.

Even‌‍⁠ under my killing‌​ intent, she hadn’t‍‌ looked this scared.⁠‍

That‌​‌ could only mean⁠⁠⁠ one thing—she feared⁠⁠​ this man more‍⁠ than death itself.‌‍

And⁠ now that I thought about it—not⁠ once had he‌‍ asked about her‍⁠⁠ condition. Normally, you’d​‍ at least say‌⁠​ something like, “wasn’t⁠‌ that a bit​⁠‌ much?”

Of⁠⁠ course, even if‍⁠‍ he had, I wouldn’t have apologized.‍‍ If he’d tried,⁠‌ I would’ve drawn‌‍ my sashimi blade​​ without hesitation.

‘Still,‌⁠‍ the relationship between​​ the two of⁠ them… it’s just⁠⁠​ too strange.’

While‍ that uneasy feeling​‌​ lingered, the patriarch​​⁠ spoke again.

“Please,⁠‌⁠ go ahead to⁠⁠‍ the guest reception‍⁠ room first. I’ll⁠‍ be along shortly‍⁠​ after dealing with‍ my daughter through‍​ my secretary. I’m‌ concerned about her​⁠ condition. And I must scold her‍ for her rudeness‌‌ to you, ha‌⁠ ha.”

I glanced at the⁠ woman he called⁠​‍ “Hina.” If she⁠ was his daughter‍⁠⁠ and looked to‍ be in her‍ twenties, then she⁠​ had to be⁠‍‌ Ryozo’s older sister…​​​

How​⁠‌ hadn’t I realized‌⁠‍ sooner? Well, looking‌‌ at her again…‍⁠ maybe they did‍ resemble each other​ a little.

‘But⁠⁠ I remember Ryozo‌⁠ being listed as‍ an only child⁠‍ of the Kojima⁠‍ clan.’

Then⁠‍ again, background info‌ on gacha game​ characters was often⁠ inconsistent. The Kojima‍ family had always‌ been an enigma,‌‍‌ so it wasn’t‍‌​ wise to trust⁠​​ the fine details.‍‍‍

“The‍​‍ Sword Master and‌‌‍ the Director are⁠‌ waiting inside. If‌⁠‌ you take too‍ long, they’ll come‍ looking—and that’ll just​‍ make things messier.‌‍​ Please, go ahead.”⁠​⁠

After‌​ thinking a moment,​‌‌ I nodded.

“Understood.”‌⁠

Even​⁠⁠ though the unease⁠⁠ hadn’t left, it‌⁠ wasn’t something I could show openly.‌‌​ All I could‌⁠ do now was​​⁠ watch carefully.

I let go of‌‌ the sashimi blade​​‍ handle hidden in‍​ my pocket.

***‍

The​ patriarch stood silently,⁠ staring at the‍​ spot where Kang⁠‍⁠ Geom-Ma had just​​‌ been moments ago.‌

“Hina.”‍

He​ spoke the name‍ without moving. Hina⁠ closed her eyes‌‌​ tightly, then opened​​ them again, feigning‌​‌ indifference.

“I‍ acted on my‍‌ own. I’ll accept‍⁠​ whatever punishment you⁠‍⁠ see fit.”

The‌⁠​ patriarch slowly turned.⁠​‌ He looked at‌ her with an⁠ empty expression, then‌⁠‌ lightly patted her‌‍‌ shoulder.

“You​ did well, Hina.”‌‌

“…Excuse‌​‍ me?”

“It’s​ just a shame.​⁠‌ It would’ve been‍⁠ better if you‌‌ had fully captured‍ him. But I won’t forget your​ effort.”

“I’ll…‌​ try even harder.”​‌​

“I⁠‌⁠ hope so. I have high expectations⁠ for you. So⁠⁠‌ get results—no matter‌ the means.”

Having⁠​⁠ said what he⁠ needed to, the⁠⁠ patriarch turned away⁠​ and gestured for‌‌ her to leave.​‍​ Hina accepted the‍ silent dismissal without‌ protest and walked​ off.

…Saki⁠‌‌ Kojima, now alone​ in the hallway,​⁠ took a few​‌⁠ more steps. He​ stopped in front‍ of a portrait‍​⁠ and stared at‍‌​ it.

『Former‍ Hero of the‌‌⁠ Seven Stars, Alice⁠​ Louise』

He‌ slowly brought his‌‌ hand to the‍ frame and wiped‌⁠‍ away the dust​⁠‍ gathered on it‍ with his fingers.‍⁠

“My‍ dear, it’s been‌‍‌ forty years since‌‍⁠ you died. You​⁠ know, fewer and‌⁠⁠ fewer people even‍​ remember your name.​‌ Even though the⁠​​ seven of us​⁠ saved the world​‌‌ together, the only⁠‍ one people still‍ talk about is⁠ the Sword Master.⁠ I suppose I,‌⁠​ Kojima, and the‍‌​ Sage will fade‍​ away with time‌ as well. Because…”​​​

Saki‌​ Kojima murmured as‍​ if speaking to⁠ the woman depicted⁠‍⁠ in the painting.‍‍

“This​​ world only remembers‌ the one who‌​ stands at the‌ top. The one​ who rises to​‌‍ the summit is⁠ the only one‍ etched into everyone’s⁠⁠ memory. But… if​⁠⁠ someone manages to⁠⁠ seize that summit,‌‌ then they can⁠‌ also grasp eternity.”⁠⁠​

A cold smile, like​‌‌ ice, curled across​ his lips.

“And‌⁠ that day is‍‌ very near.”

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