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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 198 – Conflict (4)

Chapter 198 – Conflict (4)

I entered the guest​⁠​ reception room. My‌ eyes immediately widened.‌ Someone I didn’t⁠⁠⁠ expect to see⁠​‍ was waiting for​ me.

“You’re​ here! I thought‍ I’d grow a beard waiting.”

“Changseong?”‌

Changseong,‌‌​ seated with arms‍ crossed, greeted me​⁠ with open arms.⁠

Clang!⁠

Just⁠‍ then, a sword​‌ plunged into the​⁠⁠ floor near his‌ feet, as if⁠ it had been‌​ about to launch⁠⁠ straight at me.​

I turned toward the‌ direction the weapon⁠​⁠ had come from.​⁠

“Don’t‍ get any closer​⁠⁠ to student Kang‌⁠ Geom-Ma, Richard.”

With‍⁠​ a furrowed brow,⁠ the Sword Master‌​ approached Changseong and‍‍⁠ retrieved the sword‍​ he had just‌​ thrown.

“If‍⁠ you take one⁠‌‍ more step, it​ won’t just be‍​ a warning.”

His​⁠ voice was firm,​​‍ the blade pointed‍‍‌ directly at Changseong’s‌⁠ throat.

“Kuhaha,​ always so suspicious!‌‌​ I was just​‍ happy to see⁠ him—man to man.‍‍ Besides…”

Changseong’s⁠‌ toothy, bandit-like grin‌⁠ twisted. He recrossed⁠ his arms and‍‍ spoke with disdain.​

“Since‌​ when do I have to bow‌‌ and say ‘yes,‍ sir’ every time​‌​ you speak? The​ only one I answer to is⁠‌ the President of⁠ the Association. Don’t⁠ forget that.”

“……”‌

“If‌ you’ve got a problem, say it‌​⁠ anytime. But I don’t do words.​ Real men settle​ things with fists⁠‌ or swords.”

“You‍ think just because‍‍ I retired from⁠‌ the Seven Stars⁠ that I’ve lost‌ my strength? You‌ of all people,​‍‍ Mura, should know‌⁠ better.”

“Oh,⁠‍ I know. That’s‍‍ why I’m excited.​ Only if you’re‌​⁠ at full power​‍‍ can I enjoy‍ knocking that smug‍ smile off your‍⁠ face. What fun⁠‌ is it to‌‌ beat that idiot⁠‌​ Nibelung?”

Despite​ the Sword Master’s⁠ threat, Changseong didn’t‍‌⁠ show a hint​ of fear.

He​ even gestured for‍‌ him to come‌ at him. A vein bulged visibly‍​‍ on the Sword​ Master’s forehead.

“All‍​​ right. This time,⁠⁠‌ I’ll really wipe⁠‍‍ that smile off‌​‌ your face.”

“That’s​‌ more like it,‍‌ Nibelung. I’ve missed⁠ this fire in‌ my blood.”

As​‌⁠ the two Heroes‍ of the Seven‌‍ Stars squared off,‌​ I swallowed hard.‌‌

‘I‍‌⁠ knew they didn’t⁠‌ get along, but‍⁠ I didn’t think​‍ it was this⁠‌​ bad.’

The‌‌‌ atmosphere was electric.‍‌​ The table legs‌‍ shook, and the⁠ chandelier swayed like​​‍ a pendulum.

That’s​‍​ when Media, seated​‌ off to the​​⁠ side, spoke in‍‌ a low but‌ firm voice.

“You‍​ two seriously thinking‍ of fighting here?⁠‌ In the academy?‌‌⁠ In front of​⁠ the director? Have‍‍​ you lost your⁠‍⁠ minds?”

The‌ overwhelming pressure that​‍ had gripped the‌ room vanished instantly.​​‍ The Sword Master,⁠‍ Changseong, and I all turned toward⁠ her at once.⁠‍‌

Tock,​⁠​ tock—

Media‍‌⁠ tapped the table⁠‌ lightly with her‌​ nails. A silent‍ command to shut⁠ up and sit​⁠‍ down.

“Why‍​‍ don’t you both‌‌ re-enroll? Since I’m‍ here, I could‌​⁠ give you a crash course in⁠ basic manners.”

She‌‍​ said. The Sword‍⁠⁠ Master coughed awkwardly.‍‍ Embarrassed, he tried‍ to regain some​⁠​ dignity.

“Ahem!‌‍⁠ Media, this is‌ an important event.‌⁠‌ Please don’t make‌‍ such crude remarks.”‍​

“Important?​ And yet you‌ draw your sword?‍ Good thing Kojima​‌‌ wasn’t here. What⁠​ if he had​ seen that? Did⁠ you even think⁠​‍ about that?”

“……”⁠⁠‌

“You​⁠‌ two together are​ almost 150 years‍‌‍ old. And Kang⁠⁠ Geom-Ma here, still‍‌⁠ a teenager, acts​‍ more mature than​⁠ either of you.‍​ Aren’t you ashamed?”‍‌

With⁠‌‌ that, the Sword​​⁠ Master fell silent.​‌ Wounded in pride,‍⁠​ he turned away‍‌ and sat down.‌⁠ Changseong scratched his‍ chin and also‍​⁠ took his seat.​⁠

I,‍‍ still standing, timidly‌‍ sat in the⁠‌ remaining chair. I glanced around cautiously,‌‌ trying to read​ the room. A solemn air hung‍‌‍ over the reception⁠⁠‌ room.

Why⁠ were all the‌‌‌ Seven Stars present?‌ Why had they⁠‍‌ summoned me? I had many questions,‍ but it wasn’t‌⁠ the right time⁠ to ask. From‍​ the looks of‍ it, things had‍‍ been tense even⁠‌ before I arrived.⁠

‘Why‍⁠ do they all‌​ hate each other⁠​ so much?’

Four⁠‍‍ survived the operation‍​‌ against the Sixth‌ Corps Commander, Basmon.​​ Yet they seemed‌‌‍ to get along​ worse with each​‌ other than with‌ their enemies.

Media,​‍‌ with her outgoing‍​ nature, treated the‌⁠‍ Sword Master and‌⁠ Changseong familiarly, but⁠ even then, there‍‌ was obvious hostility.‍

And‍‌‌ Kojima? Forget it.‌⁠ From the moment‌​​ his name was‍‌‍ mentioned, Media had⁠ warned me to‌‍ stay away.

What‍‌​ could’ve happened between⁠⁠‍ them to cause⁠ such rifts? Even​ if they weren’t⁠​ close, you’d expect⁠ some camaraderie at‍ least—but there was‌‌‌ none. This ran​‍⁠ deeper than just‌‍ time passing.

I began to think‍ that the Heroes‍ of the Seven⁠⁠​ Stars carried secrets‌‍ I still didn’t⁠‍ know—secrets that had​ carved deep divisions‌ between them.

Clack.⁠

At‍‌​ that moment, the‍‌ door opened, and‍‍⁠ the last member⁠⁠ of the Seven‌‍‍ Stars entered. Kojima​⁠ appeared, smiling brightly.‌

“Apologies‌ for the delay,⁠ everyone. Took longer‍‌ than expected.”

…It⁠​ was at that​⁠‍ moment I realized—he⁠‌ was probably the⁠ root or center‌‌ of all this⁠ tension.

Not‍⁠‌ one of the⁠​ others even looked‌‍​ at him.

“……”⁠‌

“……”‌‌

“……”‌‌

That‍⁠​ said everything. The‍‌ most blatant expression‍ of hostility was‌‌⁠ indifference. Even a death glare would’ve​⁠‍ been better than​ this total disregard.⁠

But​‌ Kojima seemed unfazed.⁠‍‌

He⁠​ dragged a chair‌ and sat directly‌‍‍ across from me.‌‌‌ Media and the⁠​⁠ Sword Master grimaced‌​ at once, but⁠‌⁠ said nothing.

Kojima⁠ smiled at me​‌⁠ warmly.

“Now‌⁠ that everyone’s here,​​ I believe we‌⁠ can begin right​ away.”

“…Begin‌⁠​ what, exactly?”

All‌ I’d received was⁠‍‌ the location from‌​ Media, who still‍ looked annoyed in⁠ the background.

“Ah,‌ I see the​‌‍ director didn’t explain⁠ anything.”

Kojima’s‌⁠ eyes briefly flicked⁠‌ toward her before⁠ returning to me.‍‍

“I‍ suppose she was​ too busy.”

His‍ face was relaxed​‌ and polite, completely​‍‍ unlike the other⁠⁠ three Seven Stars.‌‍ Yet his words‌‍⁠ were laced with​⁠​ subtle barbs.

“If​‍‍ she didn’t tell​ you, then I will.”

Kojima​‌⁠ rested his chin‍ on his interlaced​ hands.

“From‌⁠ this moment on,‌⁠ Kang Geom-Ma, you⁠​ will undergo the‍‍‍ succession interview to⁠‍​ become one of‍ the Seven Stars.​ Right here.”

***‍

Before‌‌⁠ beginning, Kojima explained‌⁠‌ the purpose of‌ the interview. Honestly,​‍⁠ I tensed up⁠ as I listened.‌​ I thought they‍ would analyze every‌⁠​ aspect of my‍‍‌ life—my background, my‌‍ record, even my‌ private life.

Looking‌‍⁠ at myself objectively—‍

First,‍⁠ my background. I have no family,‌ no relatives, no​‌ siblings. If you‌⁠ searched the civil‌ registry for my⁠‍ birth record, all‍ you’d find is‌ a blank sheet.‍⁠ I’m an orphan‌‌ with no ties—just‍ Kang Geom-Ma.

And⁠​ my record? It’s⁠⁠ full of problematic​‍‌ things. Where do‍‍ I even start?​​ The Undertaker massacre,‍⁠⁠ the annihilation of​​ Vendetta. Even if​​‍ they were evil,​⁠ they were still‍ human—not demons—and I wiped them out‌⁠‌ completely.

Journalists‍ would love to‌ sink their claws⁠‌‍ into that. I’d​‍​ have to give​ explanations, and that⁠‌‍ would trigger an⁠‍ endless chain of‍‍ attacks. I know​ from experience.

‘It’s⁠ not like the⁠ media screwing me‌ over is anything‌‍ new.’

And​‌ my private life?​ It was relatively⁠⁠⁠ clean in the‍‍ past. The problem​‍​ is Horn’s existence.​ I’m the one​ who allowed a demon to live‍‌⁠ at the academy.‍⁠

Everyone‍⁠‌ in the know​‌ is aware of‌​ it. But it’s​‌ also something better⁠​​ left undisclosed. It‍‌​ would be a source of endless​ controversy.

‘And‍‍ not just any‌⁠‍ demon—a dragon. The‌ scandal would be‍ huge.’

In‍​‍ short, I have⁠‍‌ way too much​​‍ to hide. On‌​ paper, I look‍ like the perfect⁠‌ suspect. That’s who⁠ I am, Kang⁠‍​ Geom-Ma.

And‌⁠ if I got‌‌‍ caught on anything?‌⁠ Forget becoming one⁠ of the Seven⁠​ Stars. It would​‍​ cast doubt on​ my entire existence—and​⁠ drag down everyone​ close to me.⁠‌‌

But‍‍ as I listened⁠⁠ to Kojima, I realized my fears⁠‌‌ were baseless.

“This‌⁠ interview is simply‌‍​ an evaluation to⁠⁠ determine whether Kang⁠⁠⁠ Geom-Ma possesses the‍ character needed to​ become a member​ of the Seven‌​ Stars.”

In⁠‍ other words, it⁠​ was a personality‌ assessment. The Seven‍⁠ Stars are heroes‍ among heroes. They’re⁠​ expected to embody​‌⁠ vocation, integrity, and‌⁠‌ responsibility. Kind of‍ like a job​​ interview for a firefighter or police⁠ officer.

“And​​⁠ by the way,​⁠ this interview will​ not affect the​⁠​ succession ceremony. It’s‌​​ already scheduled. It⁠⁠‌ will not be​ canceled, no matter⁠​ what.”

In⁠‌‍ short, this was​​ just a formal‌‍​ procedure. No need​‍ to stress.

…Although‍‍‍ honestly, was it​‍ really necessary for​⁠ all of them‍​‌ to show up​⁠ just for this?‍

They‍ didn’t even attend​ the Joaquin Academy⁠‌‍ Festival, but they‍‌ all gathered for‍‍‍ my interview. As⁠⁠ far as I know, it’s the‍‍ first time in⁠ half a century​‍​ all active members⁠​ have been in​‍ the same room.‍‍⁠

Still,‍‍ I nodded. As⁠​⁠ the saying goes,⁠‌ you can’t spit⁠‌‌ on someone who’s​​​ smiling. And Kojima‌‌​ spoke with a charming smile.

“Just​‌‍ as my daughter‍‌ said, Kang Geom-Ma​ is direct and‌⁠ decisive. Very good.”⁠⁠

Upon‍⁠ accepting, Kojima smiled⁠⁠⁠ and started the‍‌‌ interview.

“Lately,‍‍ the demons have‍‌ been unusually restless.‍⁠‌ Understandable, given that‌​ three of their​‍ commanders were killed‍‌⁠ by humanity. If⁠‍ the remaining ones​‍ use that as‌​ justification to attack…‌⁠‍ Kang Geom-Ma, what‌‌‍ would you do?”‌‌‌

“Send⁠​ them to join⁠⁠⁠ the dead commanders.”​‍‌

—The‍‌ future of humanity.‌​

“As‌‌ a Hero of‌‌ the Seven Stars,​ you’ll receive hundreds‍‍‍ of billions in‌ monthly funding to‌​ uphold the dignity‍ of the position—money​‌‍ that comes from‍ the taxes of​‍ people all over‌ the world. What⁠ do you plan​‌ to do with​‍‌ it?”

“Save​​ it. In a high-interest account.”

—Rights‍‍⁠ and responsibilities.

“Once​‍ you become part⁠⁠​ of the Seven‌‍‌ Stars, criticism will​ surely follow. Nobles,‍⁠‍ in particular, will‍⁠‌ be outraged, and‍‍ high-ranking heroes will⁠ likely voice their‌​​ disapproval too.”

“Because‍‍ of my age,‍​‍ right? I mean,⁠ I’m still young.‍⁠​ It makes sense⁠‍‌ they’d be annoyed.”​

“People‍⁠ might understand with‍‍ their minds, but‌ not always with‌⁠ their hearts. Some‍⁠‌ will scorn you.‌​ Others will make‌⁠‌ you their target.”‌⁠⁠

“That‍ kind of local‍ noise needs to‌ be silenced immediately.”‌⁠

Clink—⁠⁠‌

“In‍ the face of‌‍⁠ sashimi, everyone goes‌ quiet.”

— The example a member of the‍‍‍ Seven Stars must⁠ set.

As‍⁠ Kojima had said,​⁠ the questions were​ reasonable and completely​​‌ standard.

“This‌⁠ last part isn’t​ a question—more like‌ a personal suggestion.”⁠‌

After‍ nearly an hour,‌​ Kojima spoke to​ wrap things up.‍‍⁠ His eyes flickered‌‌‌ with a sudden,‌⁠ cold glint.

“As‌‍​ I mentioned before,​ once you become‍‍‌ one of the​‍‌ Seven Stars, you’ll‍⁠‍ inevitably make enemies.​ Reaching the top⁠ always draws opposition,‌‍ whether internal or‍⁠ external. And no‌‌​ matter how powerful⁠​ you are, you⁠⁠⁠ can’t fight them‍ all alone. There‍⁠‍ are things even⁠‌‌ strength can’t solve.‌⁠⁠ So I offer‌‍ you this…”

His‍​ expression suddenly changed.‌ As if this‍‍ was the real⁠⁠ reason for the⁠​ interview. His pleasant⁠⁠‍ smile cracked for​‍​ the first time.‍‍

“If‌​⁠ you so wish,​ I will wipe⁠ out those lower‌⁠⁠ forces entirely. I won’t allow them‌‌ to even think‍‍​ of rebelling against‌​⁠ you. In the​ name of Saki‌ Kojima, Prime Minister⁠ of Japan and‌‌​ head of the‍‍ Kojima family.”

“You,‍​ son of a bitch!”

Suddenly,⁠ the Swordmaster shouted‍​​ in fury. His​​⁠ killing intent flared‍‌ instantly.

“Kojima,‍ don’t you dare‌‍ try to drag‌ Kang Geom-Ma into​‌ your personal ambitions.”‌‍​

“Senior,⁠‌⁠ you’ve already retired.‍ I’d ask you‍‌​ to refrain from‍‍‍ interfering. Unless, of‌‍‍ course, you want‌⁠ to cause an​ international incident.”

“Do‌‌ you think I give a damn⁠​ about that kind‌​ of thing? I held back even‍​ when I saw‍⁠‍ you approach him‍‍ with bad intentions.​ But if you’re‍‍⁠ going to start​⁠‌ speaking so brazenly,​‌​ I won’t stand​ for it.”

Kojima​⁠ looked at him⁠‌⁠ with cold indifference.​ He stayed silent⁠⁠​ for a few⁠‍ seconds, then sighed.​‍‌

“Senior‍ Siegfried… it’s clear‌ you’ve grown old.”‍‌​

“……?!”​​

“You‌⁠‌ used to be​ a man of​‌​ reason. But seeing‌​ you act so‍ passionately today… You‌‌ used to be​ a mountain I could never climb.‌ But now…”

At‍ that moment, something‌​⁠ intense flashed in‍​ Kojima’s eyes—a mix⁠ of madness and‌⁠ desire.

“You​‍ look weak.”

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