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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 204 – Succession Ceremony (6)

Chapter 204 – Succession Ceremony (6)

It​‍ was midday, and‍ the sky seemed​‍ unusually high for⁠⁠‍ late autumn.

The​​‍ sunlight was so‍ intense it almost​ burned the eyes.⁠‌ Beneath it, hundreds‍ of cameras were​‌ aimed in the​‍‍ same direction, firing⁠ flashes as if​‌​ trying to rival‌ the sun itself.​⁠

The​‍ subject of those​​ photos had yet‍ to appear. All⁠​ that inefficient effort⁠​⁠ from the reporters‍​⁠ wasn’t for the‌‍⁠ present, but for​ what was about​ to happen.

They‌ alternated their gaze⁠​ between their cameras‍⁠ and the main​‌ entrance of the⁠​ building.

Their​ eyes, filled with‌⁠⁠ solemnity, were as​‍ sharp as the‌‌ lenses they held.‌‌

They​ repeatedly adjusted their⁠ focus, opening and‍‌ closing the apertures​ with care.

It​‍ was a meticulous‍ and tedious task.⁠

But⁠‌‍ no one complained.​‌‌ They only wanted‍‌ to capture the‌‌‍ greatest number of‍​ images, with the⁠ highest precision, in‍⁠‍ the exact instant‌⁠‍ that door opened.‍‍

Their‌ fingers brushed the‌‌‌ lenses like their‌‌​ very wishes were‍‍​ contained in those⁠‌ small gestures.

Speedweapon​‌ watched them with​‍ a blank expression.⁠

He⁠‍ was waiting for‍ the succession ceremony⁠ to begin alongside‌ the other members‍‌‌ of the exploration‍‍​ club.

At⁠​ that moment, someone​⁠⁠ bumped into his​‌‌ shoulder as they⁠ passed.

The⁠​⁠ person barely bothered​‌ to apologize before‍ continuing on.

Speedweapon‍‌ let out a dry chuckle.

At‌‌​ another time, he⁠‍ might’ve grumbled or⁠ made a scene.‍

But‌​⁠ today, that was⁠⁠⁠ the most normal⁠⁠ thing in the⁠​​ world.

He⁠​ glanced around.

The‌ crowd was so⁠⁠‍ dense and vast​‍ that its mere⁠​‌ presence was overwhelming.‌‌

‘God,‌‌⁠ why are there⁠​‍ so many people?⁠ Don’t they have‌ jobs or something?’​‍​

The‌​⁠ massive courtyard of​ Joaquin Academy was⁠‌‌ completely packed.

It⁠ was impossible to​‍‍ even estimate how‌ many people had‍⁠‌ gathered.

A red carpet ran​ through the crowd‌ like a crimson‌ river.

It​⁠ stretched from the‍​‍ main entrance all‍​‍ the way to‌​‍ the stage in‍ the distance—so far‌ you had to‌​‍ squint to see‍ the end.

The⁠ red of the⁠‍ carpet seemed to‍‍‍ draw in the⁠‌ mind.

Primary⁠‍ colors, in their⁠ intensity, sometimes had‌‍⁠ the power to⁠ devour the soul.⁠

Speedweapon​‍‌ shook his head.⁠‍ Then he nudged‍ Ryozo in the‍‌ side with his​‍⁠ elbow, looking to​ strike up conversation.​‍‌

“Hey,‍ Saki. Have you⁠‌⁠ seen the faces⁠ on those reporters?⁠ If you look‍ closely, they all‌‍ look like war⁠‌ correspondents, right?”

She⁠⁠​ raised an eyebrow‍ with grace.

Seeing​ Speedweapon so excited​ struck her as‍​‍ a little ridiculous.‌⁠ She was tempted​ to step on​‍‍ his foot but‍​ let it go.⁠‌​

With​ an indifferent expression,‍‌ Ryozo replied.

“It’s​ normal. This is‌‌ a historic event‌ that hasn’t happened​ in half a century. We know‌​ who the new‌​ Hero of the⁠ Seven Stars is,​‌ but they don’t.‌‌ What’s strange isn’t‌ them being so‌‌ hyped—it’s us being​⁠‍ so calm.”

“Well…⁠‍ if they’re this⁠​⁠ nervous now, what’ll‍​ they be like‌‍‍ when they find​‌‌ out who it‌ is?
They​‌ might faint and​ drop their cameras.”‌

Speedweapon​ clicked his tongue⁠​⁠ and shook his‍​⁠ head.
Ryozo​​‍ glanced sideways at‌⁠‌ him and thought.⁠‌‌

‘This‍‌‌ guy is on‌ a direct path‍​‍ to becoming a grumpy old man.’​⁠​

Speedweapon‍⁠‍ felt superior.

He​ knew something they‍⁠ didn’t.

That‍ small vanity was⁠‌‌ enough to turn⁠‍ a teenager into‍‍ a cranky old​ man.

Ryozo⁠‌​ decided to mentally‌‌ disconnect from the⁠ future sermonizer.

She​ tilted her head​‍ back and looked‌ at the sky.‌⁠

The‌ clear autumn sky‍ was reflected in​‌ her sky-blue eyes.​‌

Blue‌⁠​ on blue.

The⁠‌‍ only difference was⁠​⁠ the presence of‌⁠​ clouds.

A fresh breeze brushed‌ her skin, helping⁠ to clear her​‌‍ thoughts.

She​⁠⁠ spent a while‌‍ gazing at the​⁠‌ clouds, the sun,⁠⁠ and the sky.‍‌⁠

Then‍⁠ someone tugged gently‌ at her clothes.⁠

Ryozo⁠‌ looked down.

The​ first thing she‌⁠ saw was a pair of glasses‌ reflecting the sunlight.​

It​‍ was San Ha-na.‍‍ She spoke.

“You‍⁠ seem pretty tangled​⁠ up inside, Saki.​⁠
Well,‍ it’s normal. After‌‌​ all, someone who​ was your classmate‌‌‍ just a few​⁠ days ago has‌‍ suddenly risen so‍‍ high.”

“……”‌⁠⁠

Ryozo⁠⁠ looked at her,‌ visibly confused.

Ha-na⁠⁠ approaching her like‌‌‌ this?

Normally,‌ she only responded‌ when spoken to—she‍⁠ never initiated conversation.⁠

Ryozo‌⁠ hesitated a moment​ before replying.

“Yeah,⁠‍‌ I feel a little out of‍‌‌ place. But it’s‍⁠⁠ not like I’m​‍​ that shocked or⁠​​ in disbelief. Think​‍ about it—everything Geom-Ma’s⁠​⁠ done up to​​ now… that’s what‍⁠ really doesn’t make​‌‌ sense, don’t you⁠​‍ think?”

At​‍ those words, Ha-na​ smiled faintly.

“You’re⁠‍ right. He’s taken​​ down two Corps⁠⁠​ Commanders, and… well,⁠‍ a lot more.⁠‍​ Achievements like that‍‌‌ are far beyond​‌ what a teenager‍‌ should be capable‌​ of. If anything,⁠ only ‘one’ person​‌⁠ comes to mind‍⁠ who might compare.”​​

“That’s⁠​ why people compare⁠ him so much⁠​ to Balor Joaquin.”​

“Hmm,⁠​ I’m not so‌‍ sure. I wasn’t⁠​ referring to the⁠‌ founder hero. But​​⁠ if you see‌ it that way,⁠‍‌ it’s a valid‌​⁠ comparison.”

“Is⁠‍‌ there really someone​ who can be​‍ compared to Geom-Ma​‍‌ and still be‍‌​ human?”

Ryozo⁠⁠​ asked, surprised.
Ha-na‍​ replied with an‍ enigmatic smile.

“I​ never said they​‌ were human.”

“Then…‌‌ who were you‌​​ talking about?”

“That’s…​ a secret. I’ll‌ leave it as‌ a riddle. You⁠ seem to like⁠ that kind of⁠⁠ thing. If I can give you⁠ a hint… don’t⁠ think in terms‌​⁠ of black or‍‌ white, right or​‌​ wrong. Try to‌ go beyond that.”‍

After​⁠ saying that, Ha-na‍⁠​ turned her gaze​‌‌ back to the‍‌​ main gate. She​ even began to‍‌‌ hum, as if‍ enjoying the moment.​

‘San⁠⁠ Ha-na, you really‍⁠‌ are a complete‍‌ mystery.’

Ryozo‌⁠ watched her thoughtfully.‍‌⁠
About‍ this person called​​ San Ha-na.

‘The​ more I see‌‌ her, the more‍​‌ certain I am…​‌ she’s definitely hiding‌ something.’

It‍⁠⁠ was Kang Geom-Ma‌ who first noticed​⁠‍ something unusual about​​‍ San Ha-na.

Hadn’t​⁠ he said she​ looked like someone?‍⁠‌ At the time,‍⁠ she didn’t understand⁠​‌ what he meant,⁠‌ but now, she⁠ could sense it…⁠ barely.

‘San​ Ha-na is definitely​‌ connected to someone‌⁠​ we know.’

The‌‌ problem was, the​ more she tried‌⁠⁠ to recall who⁠‌‍ it might be,‍‌‍ the more it‌‍‍ slipped through her⁠⁠​ fingers, like sand‍ trickling between joints.⁠​⁠
If⁠​ she tried to​‌‌ focus too hard,⁠ it only made​ her dizzy.

‘I’ll⁠⁠ have to keep​‌ a much closer​ eye on her‌‍‌ from now on.’⁠

Dum—​‍‌ Dum—

Suddenly,​ a drum resounded⁠⁠⁠ up front.

The⁠​​ sound, like a heartbeat, brought with‍ it a solemn‍ silence.

A silence that gathered⁠ hundreds of thousands‍ of gazes in‍⁠‌ a single direction—the‌ still-closed main gate.‌‌

No‍‍​ one said a word.
But‍ everywhere, you could‌⁠⁠ hear the sound‍‌​ of swallowing.

Bwooooh…!‌

The‍ trumpet players standing‍​ at attention blew⁠‌ in unison.

The⁠‍ sound of drums​‌‌ and trumpets mixed⁠ in a deep​‍⁠ tone.

Everyone‌‌ could feel their⁠ hearts pounding in​​‌ their chests.

What⁠‍ kind of person​‍ would walk through‌‌‍ that door?

Would‍‍ it be the​‌⁠ hero they supported?‌‍

What⁠ title would he‍‍⁠ receive?

Excited⁠​​ imaginations churned in‍‌​ their minds.

In‍​ truth, it didn’t⁠‌​ matter who it⁠ was.

What‌ mattered was that‍ they were witnessing‍ a historic moment.​⁠ That alone was​ enough to make​⁠ their eyes gleam‌⁠ with emotion.

“The‍‌ new Hero of‌‌ the Seven Stars⁠ makes his entrance.”‌

The‍‌ doors began to⁠ open.

The⁠‌⁠ reporters gripped their‌ cameras like they‍ were snipers ready‍‌‍ to shoot.

And⁠ the crowd, already‍⁠ full to bursting,​‌‍ was on the​⁠‌ verge of erupting.​‌
Everyone‌‌⁠ had a cheer​⁠ waiting in their‍‌⁠ throats.

Then,‍⁠ a silhouette appeared‌ through the portal‍ that had just​⁠‌ opened.

Eyes‌‌ fixed on that‌‌⁠ figure widened simultaneously.‍

Some​⁠ reporters even looked‍ away from their⁠​ cameras to make⁠‍⁠ sure they weren’t‌‌ seeing things.

Footsteps.‍

A pair of black‍ shoes stepped onto⁠ the red carpet.⁠‍‍

People‌ blinked and rubbed‍⁠ their eyes. Some​ even creased their⁠​‍ eyelids from opening⁠ them so wide.‌⁠

Someone⁠⁠ muttered without meaning‍‍‌ to,

“Isn’t‌‌ that the Sashimi‍ Saint?”

That⁠ comment lit the⁠​‍ spark.
The‌​ murmur spread like⁠ a contagious whisper.‌‍

After⁠⁠⁠ all, there were‌‍ few who didn’t​‌ know Kang Geom-Ma.​‌⁠

The​ hero of the‌ Joaquin tragedy.

The​‌‌ prodigy student who‍ set noble heirs​​⁠ straight.

That’s‌ why the world‌ saw him as‌‌⁠ a promising hero.​​⁠

And‍‍ most agreed without‌‌ argument.

But​‍ “promising” was just‍ that—a promise.

Unlike⁠⁠ the members of‍​ the exploration club,‍​ the public didn’t‍ know the details.‌

That’s‍ why seeing someone⁠ so incredibly young‍ standing there caused‌‍ such a stir.‌‍⁠

Wasn’t⁠ he too young?‍‍‌
Everyone⁠‌ thought the same.⁠

The‍‌ reporters’ eyes gleamed​​⁠ like wolves who⁠‌‍ had spotted prey.‍​‌

Footsteps.‍

Without​‌​ stopping, Geom-Ma walked​ the path cleared⁠​‌ between the crowd.‌⁠

His‌‌ white coat fluttered‍ elegantly in the​​ sunlight.
With‌⁠ every step he⁠‍ took, the noise​​ gradually faded.

Footsteps.‍

Behind‌⁠‍ him came the‍ Sword Master, the​ Sage Media, Changseong,‌ and Saki Kojima.​

At​‌ a glance, it‍ was clear he​‌​ was leading the‍‍ procession.

All‍‌ eyes refocused on‍‍‍ his steps at‍⁠⁠ the front. His‌ expression couldn’t have⁠‌ been calmer. If⁠ anything, he looked‍ slightly bored.

It‌‍​ was obvious he‍‌​ was used to‍⁠​ such curious stares.‌ Not even a crowd this massive‍‍ could intimidate him.​‍ Everyone watched in⁠​‌ silence.

His⁠​ dark, indifferent eyes​ stirred something in​ their hearts—a warm‍⁠ emotion that slowly‍‍⁠ grew.

It‌‍⁠ was reverence.
For‌ a boy who‌⁠ hadn’t even reached​ adulthood.

“The⁠‌ president…”

Speedweapon‍‌ murmured to himself.⁠⁠‌ He was holding⁠​ back all the​ emotion swelling in​‍ his chest.

Ever‌⁠‌ since the first⁠‍⁠ time he owed‌‌ his life to‍ the president, he⁠‍​ had vaguely imagined​​‌ this scene.

The​‍ image of him​⁠ charging at the‌ demon siren with​‍ two sashimi knives‌‌ in hand. And‍ not only that—during⁠ the Joaquin tragedy,‌⁠ he was the⁠‌ one who stepped‍​‍ forward first.

Speedweapon‍ knew well that​⁠ behind every decision‌ Kang Geom-Ma made‍⁠ was a sea‍⁠ of anguish and⁠‌‌ internal struggle.

That‍​ the President, despite​​​ everything, was also‌​​ human. He had‌​‌ also once been​‌​ a student like⁠ them.

And​ that only made‍​⁠ him more admirable.⁠‍

Despite‍‌ all the weight⁠​⁠ he carried, he​‌‌ stood up to‍ the strong. And‌‌​ he never asked⁠ for recognition or​‍‍ understanding.

He⁠‌​ barely even spoke​ with his own‌‍ clubmates.

He​‍‌ preferred to bear​ it all alone.‍​

Speedweapon’s‌‍​ eyes reddened.

This‌ was the moment‍⁠ that so very‌‍ human, so superhuman‍ friend of his‍​⁠ was finally being⁠‍‍ acknowledged.

And​‍ he decided not⁠​​ to hold back​‍ anymore. His friend​​​ deserved the loudest‌​ cheer. And he⁠‍​ would be the⁠​‌ one to start‍⁠⁠ it.

He​‌​ took a deep‌ breath. And with‌‍⁠ his lungs full,‍​ shouted with all​⁠⁠ his might.

“Idiots!”⁠​

Shattering‍‍ the solemn atmosphere,‍‌​ Speedweapon shouted again.‍

“Yell​​ louder, dammit! He’s​‍ the new Hero‌ of the Seven‍ Stars! The one⁠ you were all‍‍‍ waiting for!”

For‍⁠​ a moment, everyone​ looked like fools.‌⁠​ They glanced at​‍‍ each other with‍ confused expressions.

And‍⁠‌ then, someone else‌⁠ joined in.

“Kang‍ Geom-Ma!”

A first-year student shouted‌​ at the top⁠⁠‌ of his lungs,‌‍‌ baring his teeth.‌​‍

A student from the‍‌​ Warrior class who‌‍‍ had once looked‌‍ down on Kang‍ Geom-Ma.

He‌ was also one‌ of the survivors‌​ of the Joaquin⁠‌‍ tragedy.

A sharper voice rose​‌‍ from the crowd.‌​⁠

“Mr.​⁠⁠ Geom-Ma!”

It⁠⁠​ was Horn, among⁠⁠​ the people.

Choi​ Seol-ah, who was‌ beside her, tried​⁠ to cover her‍‍⁠ mouth, but ended‍ up giving up.‍‍‌

She⁠ sighed, then eventually‌​⁠ raised her voice​ too.

“Congratulations,⁠‌‌ my Lord!”

And​⁠⁠ she didn’t stop‌‌ there.

“Kang⁠ Geom-Ma!”

“Demon​ of the Blade!”‌

“Gang‌ Geom-Ma!”

Cries​​​ in every language​⁠‍ on Earth erupted​​​ one after another.​⁠⁠

The⁠‌​ air turned fiery‍ with the surge⁠ of cheers.

Joaquin‍​‍ Academy as a whole boiled with​⁠ excitement.

The‌​ reporters, finally snapping⁠‌​ back to their‌​ senses, began snapping⁠ pictures nonstop.

Upon⁠⁠​ seeing the scene,‍‍​ a smile formed⁠‌ on the Sword⁠ Master’s lips.

His‌‍ eyes landed on‍​‌ the white coat⁠ of the one‍ walking ahead.
The⁠ golden letters embroidered‌​‌ on the back‌‍​ gleamed clearly in⁠‍ his view.

Some​‍‍ might say the‌ title was excessive.⁠ A lofty, almost​‌‍ arrogant nickname.

But⁠ on that boy,​​⁠ it couldn’t have​​ looked more fitting.‍

“Heavenly⁠‍ Sword.”

The‌ Sword Master savored​ the weight of‍‍‌ those two words⁠‍ as he looked‍ up.

For‌ an autumn day,‍‌ the sky seemed‌​ exceptionally high.

Was⁠⁠⁠ it just his‌ imagination? Maybe not.‍‍​

With‍⁠⁠ that thought, the​​‌ Sword Master resumed‌​ walking.

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