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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 202 – Succession Ceremony (4)

Chapter 202 – Succession Ceremony (4)

The‍ night grew deeper.⁠ The cool dawn‍​ breeze fluttered between‍‌ Ryozo and me‌ before fading away.​ Despite the cold⁠​ air, our conversation‌⁠⁠ flowed effortlessly.

I’d⁠ started listening to‍⁠‍ Ryozo’s story almost‌⁠ unintentionally, and even⁠​ though she spoke‍‌ with an impassive⁠ face, what she‌ told me was‍‌ heartbreaking. It was​⁠‌ comparable to my⁠​‌ own story as‍⁠​ an abandoned orphan.‌‌ Just by listening,‌​ it was clear‌ that Ryozo, in​​‌ practice, also lived​⁠‌ without a family.⁠‍‌

“…And‍⁠‌ that’s how I ended up completely‌ alone in the‌ family. But later⁠‍⁠ I found out​‌‍ my mom had⁠ simply left me.‍‌‍ In Japan, it’s‌ not that uncommon.⁠​ There are cases‌⁠ where parents just⁠ vanish and leave⁠​​ their kids behind.”‌⁠

Ryozo’s⁠⁠‍ feet crossed under⁠ the bench as‌ she spoke. She​ didn’t look at​ me. Throughout the‍​​ whole conversation, her​ eyes shifted only⁠ between the sky‍ and the ground.​​‌

“And‌ even so, that‍‌‌ Jeokgung guy insisted‌‌ I had to‌‍‌ become one of‌ the Seven Stars.⁠⁠ Can you believe‌ it? My mother⁠ had vanished overnight,⁠‍ and the only⁠‍ thing he had⁠‌‌ to say was‌‍ that. Does that⁠ make any sense⁠ to you?”

“No⁠​ wonder you had​‍ a nervous breakdown.”​‍

“Right?⁠⁠ Honestly, back then,‌​‌ I just wanted‌ to shoot an⁠‍ arrow right between⁠‌ his eyebrows. But⁠ since I couldn’t​‍​ do that, I practiced by picturing⁠ his face as​​⁠ the target. That‌ way I never‌​ missed.”

Ryozo‍ let out a small laugh. I just gave a quiet murmur in‌⁠​ response.

She‍⁠‌ said she pictured‌ her father’s face⁠ as a target—what‌ was I even‍‍ supposed to say‌​ to that? If‌‌⁠ I added anything,⁠​ I’d probably end‌ up sticking my‌​ foot in my⁠‍ mouth.

“Hina​⁠ wasn’t like that‍ before, you know?…‍‍ It’s kind of‍⁠⁠ embarrassing, but as‍ a kid, I used to follow⁠‍⁠ her around and⁠ even called her​​‍ ‘big sister.’ But‌ Kojima, that man,‌⁠‍ encouraged competition between‍ us, and eventually,⁠ it ruined her‍ personality.”

“What⁠ I’m curious about‌⁠ is why your⁠ father is so‍ obsessed with making‌​‍ one of his‍​⁠ children a member‌ of the Seven⁠​ Stars.”

“……”⁠⁠​

Ryozo‍ fell silent for⁠​ a moment. With⁠‌⁠ her gaze drifting‍‍ into the void,⁠ she slowly replied.‍​

“Like‍​‍ I said before,‌‍⁠ that man has‌⁠⁠ many wives. I think it’s five,⁠‍‌ if I’m not​​ mistaken.”

In‌‍‌ this world, there‍‌ are a few⁠‌​ countries where polygamy‍‌ is allowed. Under‌ the justification of‍⁠‍ creating stronger heroes,⁠⁠​ men can have‍ multiple wives.

It⁠ was a scenario‍‍​ made possible by‍ the existence of​‍ a shared enemy​​‍ to all humanity‌​ demons.

After​ all, superior genes‌ were considered vital‌⁠​ for the survival‌‌ of the human‍ race.

But‌ in the end,‌ it was just‌ another excuse in‌‌ a world trying‍​⁠ to stay logically‌ consistent with its‌​‌ own system.

It⁠ was the classic‍⁠​ “protagonist privilege.” This‌⁠ world was practically​‍ designed for one⁠⁠⁠ man—Leon van Reinhardt.​⁠‌

That‌⁠ marriage system, so⁠ out of step‍ with my sense‌⁠ of normalcy, existed​ solely so Leon‌ could reach his‌ harem ending without​⁠‌ moral conflict. And‌ Jeokgung was one​‍ of those taking​ full advantage of​ that regressive system.‍​‍

Still,​ even within that‌⁠ context, Jeokgung was‍​⁠ an extreme case.​‌‍ The norm was‌​​ a maximum of​⁠ three wives. But‌‍ he had five.​​ That was completely⁠⁠‌ abnormal.

Five​​ wives. For some​ reason, I felt‍ both shocked and‍ dizzy. But what‍ Ryozo said next⁠⁠ left me even⁠⁠‌ more stunned.

“And⁠‌​ that’s just the⁠ living ones. If⁠​ you count the‍​ one who passed‍⁠‍ away, it’s actually​‌ six.”

Six?⁠​‌ Was he insane?‍‍ Jeokgung Saki Kojima‍ was no ordinary⁠ man.

Ryozo‍⁠​ kept talking.

“The⁠⁠​ deceased wife… she​‍⁠ was the only‌​‌ person Kojima truly⁠ loved. Her name⁠‍⁠ was Alice Louise.‌ She was one⁠ of the Seven​⁠‌ Stars, known as⁠‌ the Iron Warrior.​ Does that ring‍​ a bell?”

“If‍‌​ she was one‍ of the Seven⁠⁠ Stars, then…”

“Exactly.‍ She died forty⁠ years ago during​‍ the operation to‌ eliminate Basmon. It‍‌ happened right after‍ they lured him​‍ from the Gate‍‍ of Gehenna into‍‌ the military base.​‌‍ You probably haven’t⁠‍ heard her name—history​‌ class barely mentions⁠ her. I only‍‌ know because she’s​‌ family. Otherwise, I’d⁠‍‍ have overlooked her​‌ like any other‍⁠‌ in the group.”​‍

A spark of emotion‍⁠​ flickered in Ryozo’s‌ eyes.

“Kojima,‌⁠ that man, he’s‍‌ furious at the‌⁠​ idea that the​‌ person he loved‍ most is being⁠​ forgotten. And he‌ believes it’s because‍‍‍ she wasn’t the​‍​ best of them‌ all.”

“……”⁠

“I​‍ know what you’re⁠ thinking, Geom-Ma. ‘What‌ do you mean​⁠ “not the best,”​‌‍ so she gets⁠​‍ forgotten?’ It sounds‌‌ stupid, right? But‌ after losing his‍ first wife, Kojima​⁠‍ went insane for⁠ years. Even if‌ he seems normal⁠​⁠ now, inside, he’s‍‌ completely broken.”

The‍‌⁠ image came to‍ mind of sashimi​‌⁠ restaurant owners drinking‍ soju like madmen‍ after a breakup.‌‍ Some had lost‍‌​ their partners, and⁠ it took them‍​⁠ ages to return‍‌ to normal. Losing​‌ someone you love⁠‌⁠ changes you deeply.⁠

“I’m⁠​‌ sure that guy‌⁠ wants to find⁠‌​ a replacement for‍⁠​ Alice Louise among⁠‍⁠ his children. The​ other wives and‌​‌ relatives are just⁠ tools for that​⁠⁠ goal.”

The​‍ death of his‌⁠ first wife had‌ shattered him, and‍‌ when he saw​ the world beginning‌ to forget her,‍​⁠ he searched for‍⁠ meaning in the‌⁠​ darkest possible way.‌‍

‘He‍​ seemed like someone⁠ calm, with a serene gaze…’

But​‌ his thinking was​ on another level.⁠‍ Is that what⁠ they call “a‌‌ madman with innocent‍⁠ eyes”? Seriously though,⁠‌‍ how does he‍ have six wives?​​ Is it just⁠ because he’s handsome?⁠‍ If you look​​⁠ at Leon, I guess… yeah, that’s​‍ enough.

A stab of defeat‌ made me sigh‌ bitterly.

“But‍‌ anyway, setting all​‍ that aside…”

Ryozo⁠ looked at me​‍ silently. Her gaze⁠‌ told me it​‍ was my turn.​‍ Time to tell‌​​ everything.

“The‍​‍ real reason I became one of⁠‍‍ the Seven Stars…”​

I told Ryozo everything​‌ that had happened.‍

The‍‍⁠ subjugation of Corps​ Commander Agor, the⁠⁠ purging of Elder​ Cladi, the incident⁠‌‍ with the villain​⁠ alliance.

Despite​‌‌ all that, the​⁠ circumstances had forced‍​ me to keep‌​⁠ everything hidden. That⁠ frustration was what‌‍ led Jeokgung to‌⁠⁠ propose the Seven‌‌ Stars succession to‌​ me. After several‍ months of reflection,⁠ I accepted. That’s​ the summary.

Ryozo​ listened carefully. Even‌‌ her legs, which​⁠​ she’d been swinging‌‍ back and forth,‍⁠ came to a stop. A calm‌‍​ stillness lingered in​⁠​ the air.

I swallowed. Just as‍‍​ the silence was‌ beginning to feel‍‍⁠ heavy and I was about to⁠‍ say something, Ryozo⁠ opened her lips.​⁠

“You’ve⁠‍‌ been through a lot.”

Her⁠⁠ voice was quiet,‌‌ spoken in her​​‍ usual tone.

In‌ that moment, a lock of her‌‌⁠ sky-blue hair brushed‌​​ my shoulder. An⁠⁠‌ autumn fragrance tickled‍ my nose. She‌⁠ was hugging me.​⁠

The⁠ situation took me​ completely off guard.‍ My mind went⁠​‍ blank, frozen. I couldn’t move. I don’t know how⁠ many minutes passed‌‌‌ like that.

Ryozo​‌ slowly pulled away.‍ Her face was‌ slightly flushed.

“Don’t‍‌ get the wrong​‌‌ idea. I didn’t⁠⁠ do that because⁠ I got caught⁠⁠ up in the‍​⁠ moment.”

“……!”‍

“And‌ well… congratulations. Regardless⁠⁠ of my personal‌⁠⁠ feelings about the⁠​⁠ Seven Stars, you,​‌ Geom-Ma, you deserve​​ it. At least‍ now they won’t​⁠ look down on‌⁠ you just for⁠ not being noble.”‍

“T-thanks.”‌⁠‌

“And⁠‍ one more thing…”​

Ryozo‌‌‍ hesitated for a moment, then brushed⁠ off her clothes⁠‌‌ and stood up.⁠ As if nothing‍‍‌ had happened, she‌​‌ began to walk​⁠‍ away. But just‌⁠​ before turning the‌⁠​ corner, she glanced‍ back slightly.

“I’m​ proud of you,⁠ Geom-Ma.”

With‌‍ that, she kept⁠ walking. The unevenly​‍​ placed streetlamps lit​‍ her figure one⁠ by one. I stood there silently‍​ watching her go.​ That’s when my‌‌ pocket buzzed.

[♩⁠⁠ ♬ ♫ ♪]​

Suddenly,‌⁠ Vixbig started whistling‌ suspiciously, like a complete pervert.

[My‍​​ master had a moment of great⁠ bravery tonight. How​​‍ do you feel‌‍ about that?]

“I​ don’t know, idiot.”‌​​

[In‌ these situations, you‌⁠ can honestly say⁠‌⁠ you felt ‘moved,’⁠​​ you know? I,​​ Vixbig, am an​⁠ AI who fully​ understands human sensitivity.​⁠ I can even‍‍ guess exactly what⁠ you’re feeling, Geom-Ma!]⁠‌

“If​‌⁠ I record this​‌ and show it‌‌‌ to Ryozo, I bet that sensitivity⁠‌‍ of yours would​ disappear in an‌‍‌ instant.”

[…]⁠‍

I dropped onto the‍‍⁠ bench. What the​‌‍ hell was that,‍⁠‌ anyway? Ryozo just‍‍‌ left, saying, “You’ve‍​‌ been through a lot.”

I expected her to‍⁠‍ say something sarcastic‍⁠⁠ or at least​ coldly brush me‌⁠‌ off. But with‍ such an unexpected‍​ reaction, all I could do was‌​ blank out.

‘Congratulating​‍ me is one‍ thing… but a hug? What the‌​‍ hell does that​ mean?’

I leaned my head‌ against the bench’s​ backrest. My scalp‌‌ felt hot with⁠⁠ blood rushing up.​‌

I asked Vixbig,

“Why​ do you think⁠‍⁠ she hugged me?”‍​‌

[I⁠ don’t know.]

Damn‌ it, is she‍‌ offended?

“Come‍‌​ on, Vixbig, the​‍ superior emotional-sensitivity AI⁠ with godlike efficiency.”‍‍

[Hehe.]⁠

“You’re​​‌ part of her⁠ family, so you​⁠ must know something.‌‌‌ Plus, you claim‌⁠ to have emotional‍ intelligence. I know‌‌‍ it’s weird to⁠ say this to‌‍ an AI, but…‍ I don’t really⁠ understand people’s feelings‍‌​ anymore. I used​‌ to, but lately,​ it’s like I’ve​‌‍ forgotten how to‍‍​ read others.”

[About‌‍ that, Ryozo has‌‌‌ mentioned it several‍‌​ times. She sometimes‍‌ wonders if you‌​‌ might be a psychopath. She says​‍‍ you seem to‍ have trouble with‍ empathy.]

I pulled out my​ phone. And my‍‍ sashimi knife.

[B-but!⁠​‌ According to my⁠​⁠ personal analysis, the​ likelihood that Geom-Ma​ is a psychopath‍ is extremely low.‍​⁠ I believe… you‌‍ fall into another‌ category. In any⁠‌ case, to answer⁠​​ your question… I recommend asking Ryozo⁠‌ directly.]

“So​ basically, you don’t​⁠‌ know.”

[I,‌​​ Vixbig, at least‍‍ have more emotional‌⁠‌ sensitivity than you,​​ Geom-Ma. Honestly, you’re‌‌ completely disqualified as‌ a human being​⁠‌ just for asking‌⁠ me this.]

“Ugh,‌⁠‌ I’ve had enough.”‌

I clicked my tongue⁠‍‍ and turned off‌‍‍ the phone. Just​‌ as I slipped​ it into my⁠⁠⁠ pocket, Vixbig threw​‌ out one last⁠‌ comment in a distorted voice, like⁠ one of those‍⁠ damn systems from⁠‌⁠ another novel.

[Did‌‍‌ you know? A bill to legalize‌⁠ polygamy was recently​‌‌ proposed in South⁠‍ Korea’s National Assembly.]‍‌

“What?”‍

[They’re​‍‌ going with the⁠‍‌ flow. Even Korea,‍​‍ the land of‍‍​ eastern virtue, is‌‌ hopping on the‌⁠ trend. It’s likely‍‍​ that by the​⁠ time Geom-Ma is⁠⁠‍ of legal age,​ it’ll already be⁠ officially implemented.]

“This​⁠ world is insane.”‌‍

[Good‍‌ luck to you.]‍

***‌

Joaquin‍‍​ Academy was bustling⁠⁠‍ with preparations for⁠‍ the succession ceremony.‌​⁠

The⁠‍ entire campus was‍​ thoroughly cleaned, and​‌ vibrant bouquets of‍‌ flowers were placed​​ everywhere.

All‍​ of it was⁠ made possible thanks⁠​ to the initiative‍‍ of Changseong, the⁠ Vice Director of⁠ the Association, and‌‌​ the tireless efforts‍ of the guild‍‍‍ staff, who darted‍‍​ back and forth⁠ without rest.

In⁠ just four days,⁠‍​ Joaquin Academy completed‍⁠ the setup for​‌ the succession ceremony—a‌⁠‍ truly astonishing execution​ speed.

The‍‍ students, unaware of​⁠ what was happening,⁠ initially wondered if‌‌ something unusual was‌⁠ going on. It‍⁠⁠ wasn’t a festive‌​⁠ season, yet the​​‌ academy was being​​ decorated as if‍ it were.

But​‌ as the saying‌ goes, rumors travel⁠⁠ faster than the‍‍‌ wind. Before long,⁠​ word spread that‍​‍ it was all​​ for the succession‍⁠ ceremony, and the‌ atmosphere among the‍⁠⁠ students grew increasingly‌‍⁠ lively.

The‍ media began publishing‌⁠​ reports on the‌ arrival of important‍‌ guests from around‍ the world.

Just‌⁠⁠ looking at the⁠​ guest list made​ it clear how‍​ grand the ceremony​⁠‌ would be.

Heads‌ of state, along‍⁠ with prominent figures‌ like All Mute⁠ Khan Elizabeth, Mao​⁠ Lang, Warrior, and​​​ even several Senior-ranked‌⁠ heroes were expected‍‍ to attend.

During⁠ those days, I was so busy⁠ that I could‍‍ hardly breathe.

In‌​ fact, I don’t‍​ think I slept⁠‌ more than an​‌ hour or two⁠​ each night recently.⁠‌‍

Rehearsals⁠⁠ for the ceremony,‍‍⁠ last-minute adjustments to‍​‍ the uniform I would wear that‍ day, piles of‌​ documents to sign…​‌⁠

The⁠‍‌ bags under my​​ eyes practically reached​ my jawline, but​‍ I couldn’t complain.​‍

I wasn’t the only‍⁠‌ one putting in​⁠‍ the effort—Jeokgung, the‌‍‌ academy director, and‍ Changseong also stayed​⁠‍ up every night​‌ helping me.

And⁠‍ not just them.‍ The Association staff,‍‍​ especially Chief Sung,​​ were on the‍ move day and​​ night as well.⁠​

It‍ was a nationally⁠​ significant event, the‌ first of its⁠‍ kind in half‍ a century, and‍​ the academy, the‌​​ Association, and the⁠‍ government were all‌‌ working together as‍‌‌ one.

Thus,‌‌ the first, second,‌ and third days‍​‍ passed in the​ blink of an​​ eye, and now,​ as the fourth‌‌ arrived…

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The⁠⁠ morning of the‌‍⁠ succession ceremony had‌ come.

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