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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 200 – Succession Ceremony (2)

Chapter 200 – Succession Ceremony (2)

[Ah,⁠​‍ and don’t worry—when⁠‌​ I said she​ disappeared, I didn’t‌‌​ mean she was​‌ kidnapped or anything​‌⁠ like that.]

The‌⁠ AI that introduced​‍‍ itself as Ryozo’s​ companion, Vixbig, continued‌‌​ sending messages.

[As‍ you may know,‍ entry and exit‌ from the academy‍⁠‍ is controlled by​⁠‌ the system at​⁠‍ night. Although, for‍ someone like me,‍⁠ Vixbig, disabling that​⁠ kind of security‌ is as easy‍‌‍ as scratching my‍ belly.]

“……”‌⁠

Vixbig,‍​‍ who had promised​​‍ to get straight‍‌⁠ to the point,‌⁠ went on bragging‍ endlessly. She talked‌ about how extraordinary​⁠​ she was as‌ an AI and‍ about Ryozo’s greatness‌ as her creator.‌‍‌ She sounded more‌‍‌ like a religious⁠ fanatic than anything‌‌ else.

Trying‌ to prove she‌‍⁠ was truly an⁠‍ AI, Vixbig sent‍ over a bunch⁠‍‌ of feats—photos and‍‌ videos of her⁠⁠ playing baduk against‍ professionals. More than​⁠ proof, it felt‌⁠​ like more showing‌⁠ off.

An‌‌ egotistical AI—what a thing…

I hadn’t seen a single normal person⁠‍⁠ in this world.‌‌‍ And if I was even thinking‌‍​ of an AI⁠ as a “person,”⁠ maybe I wasn’t‍ all that sane‍‍‌ either.

Still,​‍⁠ I decided to‌‍ believe she was⁠ an AI thanks‍ to her ridiculous‍​‍ behavior. Honestly, once‌⁠⁠ she mentioned “Ryozo,”⁠ I was already‌​​ paying attention. The⁠​‍ problem was she‍⁠ just wouldn’t shut​​ up about herself.​​⁠

“Didn’t​‌ you say this‌⁠‍ was urgent?”

[Sorry,⁠⁠ I got a bit sidetracked.]

Vixbig‌‌ replied immediately.

[Oh,‌ and you can​ speak aloud. I’m‍ analyzing your facial​‍⁠ expressions in real​⁠ time via the‍‍ camera.]

“…Wait‍‍ a second…”

Did⁠ she just say‍ she hacked my‌ phone? I frowned.‍ As if she⁠ realized the issue,‌⁠ Vixbig hurried to⁠‌‍ justify herself.

[W-we’re‍​ in a crisis!‌ I had no‌‍⁠ other choice! I,‌‌​ Vixbig, have a very strict ethical⁠​ system. I was‍‌​ designed to be⁠ extremely human-friendly.]

I cut her off⁠‌‍ flatly.

“Enough​ excuses. What does⁠ Ryozo disappearing have⁠​‍ to do with‍ contacting me? It⁠‍ doesn’t sound dangerous.‍​​ Don’t tell me⁠ you reached out‍‌ just because your‌‌​ master stepped out‍ for a stroll.”‍‌‍

The​‍‌ reason I tolerated⁠‍ her nonsense was​⁠ simple—I had questions.‌

Let’s⁠ say Ryozo really​ did disappear. Then​ why was this⁠‍ AI wasting time‌‌ talking to me?​ She claimed she​ could hack the⁠ academy’s entire security‍ system without issue.‍ If things were‌ serious, she could‌‌ have tracked Ryozo​‍‌ down herself. She‍‍ could even tap‍ into all the⁠‌ cameras.

And‌​ lastly, my gut.⁠‌‌ I had just⁠‌​ met her father,​⁠ Saki Kojima.

And‍​ now, right after‌‍ that, Ryozo disappears‍⁠‍ and the AI‍ contacts me like⁠ it’s been waiting‍‍⁠ for this moment.​ It all lined‌ up a little‍⁠ too perfectly.

“Tell⁠​ me straight. You’re​‌​ hiding something, aren’t​ you?”

[…]⁠

In⁠‍‌ a case like‌ this, silence usually‍ meant “yes.” And​‍​ if this AI‍⁠​ wanted to act​ like a human…⁠‍

[…It’s⁠‍ true that Ryozo‌​ has disappeared.]

Uh-huh.​⁠ So she was‍​ planning to keep⁠ it quiet to⁠ the end?

Shing.‍

In​ the dead of‌​‍ night, the sound​ of a blade​‌ echoed. The AI’s‍ voice jumped out⁠‍ of the speaker​⁠ in a panic.⁠​‍

“W-wait!‌‍ Please wait!”

Apparently,‍⁠‌ whether human or‍​ AI, the best‍‍​ persuasion tool is⁠‍ still a sharp​​ blade…

Though‌⁠⁠ I found it⁠ amusing that an‍‌ AI would fear⁠⁠ a knife. Ryozo​​ must’ve built a pretty impressive system.‍

With‍‍ a trembling voice,‍ Vixbig started explaining.⁠

“As‌‍ I said, it’s‌​‍ true that Ryozo​ has disappeared. But​⁠​ this is the‌‌⁠ first time she’s‌‌ left without her‍⁠ phone or any​‌ personal belongings.”

“All​ right, I believe​‌‍ you. But why‌ come to me?⁠⁠‍ If you can​ check all the‍ academy’s entry records‍⁠‌ and hack the​⁠ cameras, couldn’t you​​ find her yourself?”‌‌​

“Well,​⁠ that’s…”

“Three,​​‍ two…”

“Ugh.”‌⁠‌

A groan came from‍⁠⁠ the speaker. After‍‌ a brief internal⁠​ struggle, Vixbig finally​​ confessed… via message,‍ as usual.

[Ryozo⁠‌ briefly stopped by‌‌ the dorm and⁠​ mumbled something, ‘…Kang‍‍ Geom-Ma, he’s going⁠ to become one‍‌ of the Seven‌ Stars…’]

“…I​ never told her.‍​ How did she​‍ find out?”

[She‍‍ said she heard‌‌‌ it from Speedweapon.]⁠‍

Now​‍ that I thought​ about it, Speedweapon‍ had asked if‌‌ it would be​ better to tell‌​ the club. He‌​‍ said if we​⁠ kept it a secret until the‌⁠‌ actual day, people​‌​ might get upset.‌​‍ I agreed without⁠⁠​ resistance. Honestly, I just kept it⁠⁠ quiet to avoid⁠⁠‌ complications.

And‍ to think that​ someone as talkative​ as Speedweapon had‍ held his tongue​‌‌ for nearly half‍​ a year—that was‌‍ admirable.

I had planned to⁠‌​ tell them today‍⁠⁠ when we all‍ met up. But​‍ the director’s call‌ interrupted that.

[Ryozo⁠‍ was really shaken⁠‍ when she found​‍⁠ out.]

“Shaken?‍ That much?”

Well,‍​ yeah, I could​ see that. A classmate suddenly turning‌ out to be⁠ a candidate for​ the Seven Stars—it’s‌‌‌ like someone in​‌ your class becoming‍​ the president. No‌‌ one would process‍ that normally.

But‍​ what Vixbig was‌⁠‌ implying seemed to‍​ go deeper.

[Ryozo‌ always wanted you‍‌ to be recognized.​ She said that​‍ despite everything you​ did for others,‍‍ no one gave‌‌⁠ you the credit​⁠ you deserved. That’s⁠⁠⁠ why she stayed⁠ up night after⁠‍ night deleting articles⁠‌‌ and videos trying​ to tarnish your⁠⁠ name.]

Now‍‌ that I thought​⁠​ about it, articles‌‍‍ with “K” in‍ my name had⁠⁠​ been vanishing lately.‍⁠‌ So that was‍​‌ Ryozo’s doing.

Well,‌⁠ according to Vixbig,⁠‌ it was thanks‍​ to her. She​ emphasized it several⁠‌⁠ times. An AI​‌ with a massive⁠​ ego.

If‌ this is what‍‍ future private AIs​​ look like, we’re‌⁠‌ screwed.

[Ahem,​‌ ahem. Anyway. I actually already knew‌‍‌ you were going​⁠⁠ to become a Seven Stars Hero.​ Because while Ryozo‍‌‌ was asking for⁠‍​ my help, I took the opportunity‌ to extract information​ about you.]

“Wait,‍‌ wait. You already‍​‍ knew? Then why⁠‌ didn’t you say⁠‌‌ anything? Aren’t you‌​‍ under her command?”‍‌

[I⁠‌⁠ prefer to think‍⁠‍ of it as​ a ‘partnership,’ if​‍‍ you don’t mind.]‍

“What⁠‍ if I ask‍ Ryozo that? You‌‍ think she’d say⁠ the same?”

[…My‌ ‘master’ Ryozo hates‌ the Seven Stars⁠ Heroes. Actually, ‘despises’‍⁠ might be more​⁠ accurate.]

“Why?”⁠​

[I⁠ suggest asking her​​ directly when you⁠ find her. Since‌⁠‌ I stayed quiet⁠⁠‍ even knowing you⁠ were the successor,⁠‍⁠ I hoped you’d​​ overlook this detail.]⁠‌​

Was‍‌ she trying to‍⁠⁠ negotiate? Either way,⁠ Vixbig made it⁠ clear she kept⁠​⁠ quiet “for my‍‍ own good,” and‌ now wanted me​‍‌ to just let‌‌‌ it go.

I sighed. Pressing her‌ further wouldn’t help.⁠ After all, if​ she’d rushed to​​ contact me, she⁠⁠‌ had to have⁠ a good reason.⁠‌

I put away the‌ blade I’d unsheathed.‍​ From the phone​ came an audible⁠ sigh of relief.​ An AI afraid⁠​‍ of knives.

“So,⁠ Ryozo’s location. You’re⁠ her AI—you should⁠ have at least‍ some idea of⁠‍ where she is.”‌

[I‌​‌ don’t know her​‍ exact location, but‌‍ I do know‌‍‌ she’s out of​ the academy’s camera​ range. I’ve already‌⁠​ hacked them all—she’s⁠ not on any‌‍ of them.]

“So‌‍‍ she’s somewhere in‍‌ the academy without⁠⁠⁠ cameras.”

[Exactly.​‌ That’s why I took the liberty‍‌‍ of contacting you,‌‍ Kang Geom-Ma.]

Just​‌ then, a specific‌​​ place came to​ mind. A spot​​ with no cameras,‍ isolated. If I had to bet​ where Ryozo was,​ that would be‌⁠‌ the only place.⁠

I headed straight for‍‍‌ the door. Then,‍​ from my pocket,‍ came Vixbig’s excited‌⁠ voice.

“You‌‌ already know where‌​⁠ she is?!”

I stopped in front​‌ of the door.‌‍⁠ I’d just remembered‍⁠ something I’d nearly‌ overlooked.

I pulled out my​‍​ phone and stared​⁠ at the screen.​‌‍ Then I spoke⁠⁠ in a low‌ tone.

“We⁠‍ still haven’t talked​ about you hacking⁠‍⁠ my phone, have‍⁠‌ we? Were you​‍‍ planning to just‌‍ brush that off?”‌

[…]​‌‍

“Don’t​‍​ text me now.‍ We’re talking with​‌‍ words—keep it that‍‌ way.”

“S-sorry​ for the unauthorized‍‌ access…”

“Apologies⁠‍ aren’t enough. You​ should compensate me‌​ somehow.”

“Compensate?‍‌⁠ What do you​‍​ mean?”

I smiled faintly. Meanwhile,​⁠ Vixbig’s voice trembled‍‌‌ nervously.

“Vixbig,​ starting now, you’re⁠​ taking on a second job.”

“Huh?!”​‌⁠

“You’ll​‍ follow Ryozo’s orders…‍‌ and mine.”

“B-but…⁠ I’m already buried​‍ in tasks right‌ now…”

“An‍‍ AI… complaining?”

I didn’t even need⁠‌⁠ to see her.⁠‍ I could perfectly​ picture the pale‍ face she’d be‌ making.

“……”⁠⁠

I took her silence‍ as agreement. I turned the knob‍ and headed for‍⁠ where I knew‌‍⁠ Ryozo would be.‌​‌

***‍​‌

In‍ a quiet, secluded​ corner of the​ academy, shrouded in⁠ the night, Ryozo‌ sat on a bench, staring intently‌ at the sky.‌

It⁠ was completely black,‌⁠​ not a single⁠‍ star in sight—like‍‍​ a mirror of‍‍​ her mood.

The⁠⁠ sky she had​ seen before entering‌ the academy had‌‌‌ been just as⁠⁠ dark. Ryozo muttered⁠‌ absentmindedly.

“A​ Hero of the​‌ Seven Stars…”

There‍ are many ways⁠ to describe the‌‍⁠ Seven Stars the‌‌ hero among heroes,‍‍ the hope of‌​ humanity, the alliance⁠⁠‌ of seven nations.‌‌‌ All those titles⁠ were flowery praises⁠⁠ meant to glorify‍‍ them.

But‍ to Ryozo, “Seven⁠ Stars” was a repulsive word. When‌‌​ the Swordmaster arrived‍⁠‍ as an assistant‍ instructor to the⁠ Wolf class, she‍⁠ could barely stand⁠ to look at​‍ him, even if⁠⁠ she never showed‍⁠​ it.

‘Ryozo,​‍ you must become‍‌ one of the‍ Seven Stars.’

That⁠⁠⁠ was what Saki‍ Kojima constantly repeated​‍ to her. Not‌ as a suggestion,⁠‌⁠ but as an‍​⁠ obsession. A pressure‍​ that never stopped.‍‍​

Ryozo⁠ had many half-siblings.⁠‌‍ In Japan, where‌​​ polygamy is legal,‌​ Kojima had taken​‌​ several wives. Though‌ the law allowed‌‍​ it, the structure‌‍‌ of such a family stirred plenty​ of controversy.

Kojima⁠‍​ didn’t care. He⁠⁠‌ wasn’t someone concerned‌‍ with society’s judgment,‌‍ and as the‍‍‍ leader of Japan’s‍ government, no one​ in the country‌‍ could stop him.‍⁠ So he kept⁠​‌ marrying, obsessed with‍ producing an exceptional‍‍ heir.

Ryozo​‍⁠ was born the‍‍ third daughter of⁠‌ the fourth wife.​ She and her⁠‍ mother were at‌ the bottom of​‍⁠ the Kojima family​ hierarchy. Even though‍‌ they shared the​⁠‌ “Saki” surname, they⁠‌ were treated as‍ outsiders. Still, Ryozo’s‌‍ childhood memories were‌‌​ happy ones.

She‌‍⁠ never got attention‍ from her father,⁠ but she never⁠‌ felt the lack.‍‌ Her mother gave​ her enough love‌​ to make up‌​‍ for it, and‌⁠‍ she managed to⁠⁠ avoid the hostile⁠‍‌ glares of her‌‌‍ siblings—at least until⁠ she began to‌‍⁠ stand out.

Time⁠⁠ passed. It was‍‌ on her twelfth​​‌ birthday that Kojima​‌​ summoned her to​‌⁠ the archery field.‍‍ It was the​​ first time she⁠ saw her father’s​​‌ face up close⁠ in twelve years.​

He⁠ handed her an⁠‍‍ S-grade bow—the Red⁠‍ Bow—and pointed his‌⁠ chin toward the​⁠​ target. He didn’t‍ even bother speaking.‌‍

Ryozo,​ irritated, thought, ‘I’ll‍ make you open​​ your eyes wide.’​​‍

She⁠​ drew the bowstring⁠‍‌ and took aim.‍ Then, she infused​⁠ the hidden blessing⁠​ she had secretly​‌​ awakened into the‌‌ hand holding the⁠⁠ string, and released.‍

Thud.‌

She‍‌ never imagined that⁠⁠ single arrow would‌ change the course⁠ of her entire‍⁠‍ life.

Ryozo⁠‍ bit her lower​‌ lip hard. From‍​ that day on,​‌ her life had‌‌ veered off completely.⁠ It was the​⁠ result of Kojima’s⁠ obsessive fixation on‌ turning his daughter⁠​ into one of‌‍ the Seven Stars.⁠⁠​

‘And⁠​ now, that place…​​⁠ that boy…’

Just‍ then, footsteps approached​‌ from the distance.‍⁠​ Alert, Ryozo turned​ her eyes toward⁠ the sound.

“Aren’t⁠​ you cold?”

“……”‌

Kang⁠ Geom-Ma pretended to‍⁠⁠ rub his shoulders‍ from the chill.‌‍ Ryozo stared at‌ him for a moment, then quickly​‍ looked away.

He‍‍‍ approached, scratching his‌⁠​ eyebrow with his‌​‍ thumb. Ryozo was‍‍⁠ sitting squarely in‌​ the center of‍ the bench. Even⁠‍ as he came‌​‌ closer, she didn’t​‍ move. She didn’t​‍‍ want to make​⁠ room—but she also‍‌ didn’t seem to‍‌⁠ want to drive​‍ him away.

Standing⁠ there felt like‍⁠‍ being a student‍‍ scolded in the⁠‍⁠ principal’s office, but⁠‍‍ Kang Geom-Ma chose‍‍ to speak anyway.‌​

“Hey,‌⁠‍ Ryozo…”

The‍‌​ moment he opened​‌​ his mouth, the⁠‍‍ bush behind them‌⁠⁠ rustled faintly.

Tap,⁠‍‌ tap.

Another⁠​‍ presence was approaching.​ One that carried‌‍ the same unpleasant‍​‌ energy he had​ sensed just a few hours ago.​

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