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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 210 – My Little Classroom (2)

Chapter 210 – My Little Classroom (2)

Lunchtime.‍ I took refuge‌ in the principal’s‌ office to escape‍‍ the crowd.

“So,⁠ how was it⁠‍ today, Geom-Ma? How‌‍‍ does it feel⁠‍ to be back⁠ at the academy‍‌‌ as one of‌‌ the Seven Stars?”​​

Media‌ asked with a wide grin as‍​ I slumped on​‍‌ the couch.

She‌ looked like she​ was enjoying herself.‍⁠⁠

Asking‍‌⁠ that, fully aware‌ of how chaotic‌⁠ my morning was‍ she was just‍ teasing me. I forced myself upright‍​ and sat properly.‍‌

“…I‍​ expected it, but‍⁠‍ it hit harder‌‍ than I imagined.​⁠​ Honestly, it was‌ so hectic I could barely attend⁠⁠ class like a normal student.”

“Of⁠‍ course. Judging by​ your face, if⁠​‍ this keeps up,⁠‍ we’ll need to⁠⁠​ start calming students‌⁠‌ down or crowd-controlling‌⁠ before every class.”‌

“Isn’t‌ there some solution?”‌

“At‌​ the moment, it’s‍ tough to implement‌ anything. The succession⁠‍ ceremony just wrapped​‌​ up, and both‌ the staff and​‌‍ admin are buried​‌ in work. But…‌ there is a temporary solution I can think of.​​​ Though I’m not‍ sure you’ll like‌‌ it.”

“It’s​‌⁠ not about liking​ it. I literally​ can’t live normally.”⁠

“If‍⁠ you say so,‌ Geom-Ma!”

Media’s​​ eyes sparkled with⁠​ mischief. She walked‍‌⁠ over to her‌ desk and flung​⁠ a sheet of‍⁠⁠ paper into the⁠ air.

It​​ floated gently down,⁠ landing on my‍‌‍ thigh. As she​ motioned for me‍ to look, she​‍ started to explain.⁠​​

“While⁠⁠⁠ preparing for the‍ ceremony, we figured​‍​ this would happen.‍ So the old⁠‍ man and I came up with‌‍ a solution. We’re⁠ calling it Creation‍​⁠ of a New‍‌ Class!”

She‍‌⁠ added a dramatic‍⁠ bam for effect.‌⁠‌

“Put‌⁠ simply, it’s a special class to‍​​ isolate you from⁠‍ your fans. You​ and they still‌​ need to attend​ school, right? But​​‍ if you stay‌⁠ in Wolf Class,⁠⁠ this chaos will‍‌ just keep repeating​​ every day, won’t​​⁠ it?”

“I​‌ guess so.”

“It‌⁠ doesn’t matter which​‍ class you join—Wolf,‌ Tiger, Dragon, Star—everywhere‌‍ would be a madhouse. So…”

I nodded. Media continued.‌​

“We’ll‍​ make a new​‌⁠ class just for​ you! Well, since‍⁠ this is an‍‌ academy, not literally​⁠‍ just you. It’ll​⁠ be about ten‍ students, and you‌⁠ get to choose‍‍ them. That should⁠ solve the crowding​‍ problem, right?”

“A‍​ class I pick…?‍‌​ That might stir​‌​ complaints about favoritism.‍ To students and‌​⁠ parents, it’ll look⁠ like some ‘elite’‍ class invented out⁠⁠ of nowhere.”

Media‌ shook her head​ gently with a smile.

“I‌‍ don’t think you​‍‌ fully understand your⁠ position yet, Geom-Ma.​⁠​ It’s time you⁠‌‍ did. You’re no​ longer an ordinary⁠ student. You’re a Hero of the‌‌‌ Seven Stars.”

“Ah.”​‍

“And‍ if I, as‍ principal and fellow⁠ Seven Star, submit‍‌⁠ the proposal officially‍ and you accept,‌ who’s going to‍⁠‍ object?”

Media‌ was reminding me‌​ of the power‍​ I now held.‌⁠⁠

How​ difficult it would‍⁠ be for others‍​ to question the‍ authority of a Seven Star—and how​ I could use‌ that psychological pressure.​⁠

Anyone⁠ hearing that would‍‍‍ say, “What kind​‌ of educator thinks⁠‌ like this?” And‌ they’d have a point.

In​‌ short, she was‌‍ saying “Two Seven‍ Stars approve this.‌ Do you dare‍⁠ object?”

A completely feudal mindset.​⁠ But unfortunately, this⁠‌ world resembled a feudal society far‍‍‍ more than a democratic one.

Here,⁠ class and rank‍‌‍ were strictly defined.​ And Heroes of‍‌ the Seven Stars‍‌ stood at the‍⁠ top of the⁠​⁠ pyramid.

When‍​ they say jump,⁠ you jump. That’s⁠ how it works⁠‍ here. With threats‍​ like demons out⁠‌ there, a rigid​ hierarchy was necessary‍ to ensure swift‌​ response during emergencies.‍‌

“Remember​ this, Geom-Ma. If⁠ you have power,‍‌‍ you can act‍‍‌ even with little‌‌ backing. Worried about⁠‍ parents complaining? I assure you—none will‍ dare.”

Maybe‍ this was her‍ true face—not just‌‍ as an educator,​ but as someone‍⁠ in power.

Perhaps‍⁠⁠ this was a lesson, too. After⁠​ all, education isn’t⁠ limited to academic⁠ knowledge. Teaching power‌⁠ dynamics is part‌​​ of it too.‍

Seeing‍​ this side of‌ Media was a revealing surprise.

She‍ had reached her​​ position by surviving‌‍‍ countless battles. Principal‌​​ of Joaquin Academy‍‌‍ and one of‌ the Seven Stars.​ If she were⁠ merely kind, she’d‌ never have made‍ it this far.⁠‌

She⁠‍ plopped down on‌⁠ the sofa to​⁠​ my right. Her‍ lips looked dry⁠‌ from talking so‌⁠ much. I handed‌​⁠ her a bottle‌‌ of green tea,⁠ and she smiled‍​ as she accepted,‌ moistening her lips.⁠

“Kyaa~!”⁠‍‌ she exaggerated after‍ her first sip.‌‌ Then she fiddled​‌‌ with the bottle‍⁠ cap and said,‍‍

“I‍‍⁠ doubt students or‌​​ parents will complain‌​ if you form‍ the class from⁠‌‍ your own connections.⁠​‌ Honestly, they all​​‍ used to discriminate‌‍ against you. They​‌ had plenty of​‌​ time to befriend‌ you and didn’t.‌ That’s their loss.‌​‍ Harsh as it‍⁠‌ sounds, it’s a life lesson they⁠‍ need to learn⁠⁠⁠ too.”

Like​ the green tea—refreshing,‍ but sharp. She‌‌ was clearly set‍ on inflating my​‌​ ego today.

“I​‌​ don’t care about⁠​‍ family or regional​⁠ ties, but academic‍ bonds do matter.​ I met fools‍⁠ like the old‌‌‍ man and the‌‍ gorilla here, didn’t​‌ I? The connections​‍ you make at⁠‌ school stay with​ you in life.”⁠

“I​⁠⁠ see…”

“In‌ any case, our‌‍‌ Geom-Ma is too‍ impressive. Top of⁠ the class, a genius among elites,​‌‍ and now a Seven Star Hero⁠‌ at seventeen! Hey,‌ hey, Heavenly Sword!⁠‍‌ You gonna fly‍​​ to space with‌ that sashimi knife?”‌

Media⁠​​ chattered with overflowing⁠‍​ affection, even using⁠⁠ teen slang she‍​⁠ normally wouldn’t.

‘Has‍⁠ the principal always‌‌‍ talked like this?’‌⁠

I tried to think⁠ of a good⁠ response, but I just stayed silent⁠ in embarrassment. Between​‍‍ the two of‍⁠​ us, we were‍ over a hundred‍‍ years old. The‍​ “hey, hey” alone‌ was mortifying.

The⁠‍‌ retroactive shame I’d‍⁠​ feel after sleeping‌⁠​ that night clammed​​ me up.

That’s‌​‍ when my gaze‍​‍ landed on the‍ paper Media had​‍ given me.

“Principal…⁠⁠ this list already​‌​ has a name‌‍‌ written under mine.”​‌

“Oh,‍ that… hehe.”

At‍‍ my comment, Media​ scratched her cheek‌​ with a sheepish⁠‌ smile. I recognized​⁠​ that look—she wanted​‌‌ to brush it‍‍ off like nothing.‌⁠ And sure enough…‍

『1:​‌⁠ Kang Geom-Ma, 2:‌ Media Poison.』

Why‍​ was the principal’s⁠ name listed as‍​ a student?

If‌ it were as​⁠‌ supervisor or teacher-in-charge,‌​ sure. But listed‌​ next to mine,​ I thought maybe​ I’d misread it.‍⁠‌

But​‌ judging by her‌ reaction—I hadn’t. Her⁠ name really was‍ enrolled as a student.

‘I‍⁠‍ should’ve guessed the‍ moment she started‌ talking like a cringey teenager.’

When⁠ I narrowed my‌‌ eyes, Media began⁠⁠‍ twirling a lock‍ of hair absentmindedly.‍​ As I kept‍‍ staring, she finally‍⁠‍ gave in and‌‍‌ spoke.

“W-well,​ the ink probably‌​‌ smudged during printing…​⁠ or maybe there‌ was a mistake​​ when I filled⁠ out the form.‌⁠ I didn’t notice‌‍ before, but thanks‍⁠ to you, I caught it now.”‌⁠

“Really?”‍‍

Media‌⁠‍ nodded rapidly.

“Of​⁠‍ course! Otherwise, how​‍ would my name⁠⁠ end up on‍‌​ a student list?”‍​‍

“Then⁠ I’ll go ahead⁠​‌ and erase your‍‌‌ name so we⁠ can start fresh.”​

“……”‌​​

She‍‌⁠ didn’t respond. So​​⁠ I pushed a bit more.

“Principal?”⁠

“Uuh…”‍‌

I scratched her name‌‌‌ off with my‍‍ pen.

Media,⁠​​ removed.

***‍​

Media⁠‌ couldn’t hide her​⁠⁠ look of disappointment.​‌‍ I left her⁠​ behind and exited⁠​ the principal’s office.​​⁠

There‍⁠ were ten minutes‍⁠​ left until lunch⁠‍​ break ended. Wolf‌ Class would still​⁠⁠ be packed, so‌‌‌ it was better⁠‌​ to arrive right‌ when the next‌‌ class started.

I walked through a quiet hallway in‍​‌ the main building,​ thinking about how​‍​ to carry out‍ Media’s proposal.

“She⁠ said she’d already​​ filed the paperwork‌ in secret to‍⁠ speed up the⁠ process.”

My‍ task was to‍​ gather the members.‍​ The limit was‌​‌ ten. I could​ choose them from⁠​ any class, as‌​‌ long as I didn’t go over⁠⁠‌ that number. Simple‌​‌ enough.

Including⁠‍​ myself, there were‌ already five of‌ us in the⁠‌ exploration club. If⁠‍ I excluded upperclassman‌⁠ Ha-na, who was​ in her second⁠ year, that left‌ four. That already⁠⁠‌ covered almost half‌​‍ the group.

And‌⁠​ the remaining six?⁠‌‍ As soon as‍​ I heard the‍ proposal, a few​​​ people came to‌⁠‌ mind.

A special class just⁠‌⁠ for me. I planned to make‍‍ the most of⁠‍ it. Specifically, I intended to use‍⁠​ it as a specialized base for‍ preparing against the​⁠ second Human-Demon War.​⁠⁠

All‌​⁠ the attention had⁠ turned to me.‍‍​ But originally, that​‍⁠ spotlight should have​ fallen on Leon⁠‌​ van Reinhardt.

Although,​⁠ for some reason,‍​⁠ I was the‌ one who received‍​‌ the title of⁠‌ Heavenly Sword—in the​‍ end, the one‍‌‍ who would defeat‍​⁠ the Demon King‌​‌ was the Hero.‍⁠‌

As⁠⁠ I mentioned before,⁠ only his unique​‍‍ blessing, the “Blessing⁠​​ of the Miracle,”​‌‍ holds the key‌ to annihilating the‌‌‍ Demon King.

No‍‌⁠ matter how hard‌ other heroes fight,​ without that blessing,‍ it’s pointless. That’s‌​ how the system⁠ of this world​‌‌ was designed.

Can‌ the Demon King‍‍⁠ be slain using‍ the Blessing of‌​ the Sword God?‌​‍ I’ve considered it,‌‌⁠ but there’s no⁠‌‍ certainty.

If‍‍ I could do‌​‍ it, then Leon⁠‍⁠ wouldn’t need to⁠‍ exist.

But‌‌‌ he not only‍‌‌ possesses the Miracle​⁠​ Blessing—he was also​​ chosen by “The​ Goddess,” which proves‌⁠⁠ his legitimacy as‍ the true Hero.‍

Think‍‌‌ about it. It’s⁠ clear. Defeating the‍⁠‌ Demon King is​​​ Leon’s job.

Even‍‍⁠ now, though I’ve​‌​ altered the course‌ of destiny, that‍​ fact hasn’t changed.‍​

Leon​⁠‌ must grow just‌‍⁠ as much as‍‌ I have—no, even​​⁠ more.

That’s‌‍ why I want‌​⁠ to keep him‍‌⁠ close and observe‍‌ his progress. To⁠⁠ see how far‌‍ he’s come and‌ how I might‌‍‌ support him.

During⁠‍⁠ the student council‍‌‌ elections, he didn’t‍ seem hostile toward​‍ me.

In⁠ fact, he was‌‌⁠ the one who​ took the first​⁠ step to approach⁠‌ me.

So​⁠ even if I propose this special​​​ class to him,‌ I doubt he’ll‌‌⁠ flat-out refuse.

“So‌⁠ with Leon and‌⁠ the club members,‌‍ I have five.⁠ If I add​⁠‍ Abel and Rachel,​​‌ that makes seven.”‍‍⁠

Their​‍ development is just‌‍‍ as crucial—almost as​ much as Leon’s.​⁠⁠

Especially‍‌ since the Abel-Leon‌‌‍ duo will be‍ pivotal in turning⁠‍⁠ the tide of‌ the second Demon‌‌ War. I remember‍​​ seeing that somewhere‍‍‌ in a fan‍ community.

In⁠‍‌ other words, Leon‍ can’t carry the⁠‍ fight alone.

With​‍ Abel supporting him,‍ humanity can win.​​ Rachel is equally‍​​ essential. Ryozo is‍ more like the‍‍ hidden heroine—so who‍‌‍ knows.

With​​ that, I already⁠ had seven selected.​‌ I wasn’t hitting​​ the ten-person cap,‍‌​ but it wasn’t⁠‌‌ mandatory to fill‍‍‍ every spot.

Still,‌‍ the more I thought about it,​⁠ the more it⁠‌ felt like something‌⁠‌ was missing.

Like⁠‍⁠ it was just​​​ a bit incomplete.​‍ That’s when a spark flashed through​‍ my mind.

‘Of‌ course… them.’

One​‌ person I needed​‍‌ to watch closely.⁠​ And another who‌ wasn’t even a student—not even human—but‌‌‌ whom I wanted‍​‌ to include in‍‍‍ this special class.‍

Ding–dong–dang–​​‍

The‌‍⁠ bell for fifth‍‍‍ period rang. I quickened my pace.⁠⁠

The‍ framework was in​ place. Now I just had to​ gather them.

I didn’t need to​ convince anyone.

This‌​​ wasn’t for my​‌​ own whim.

And‌‍‍ besides, I’m one‍‌ of the Seven​⁠ Stars.

If‍‌ I say do⁠​⁠ it, they’ll do​ it.

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