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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 211 – My Little Classroom (3)

Chapter 211 – My Little Classroom (3)

I’m‌‌ actually going through‍‌‌ an existential crisis.​​‍

Supporting​⁠ Leon van Reinhardt’s‍ growth—the Hero candidate—it‍‍​ sounds nice to‌​ say “support,” but‍‌ it’s really just‍ babysitting.

At‌​ first, I dreamed⁠‌ that the Hero​ would save the​ world while I enjoyed a peaceful‌⁠ life in the⁠ shadows. But at​‍ this point, things⁠⁠​ have changed.

They’ve​‍⁠ changed too much.‌‌

Back‍ then, I had⁠ nothing in this‌⁠​ grand narrative. All⁠⁠⁠ I had was⁠ a whole body‌​​ with arms and‍ legs, a Blessing⁠⁠ that nullified pain,​​ and another that‌‍ tore my body​‌⁠ apart whenever I activated it. That⁠⁠‍ was it.

But‌ now I’ve inherited​‌⁠ the title of‌ Sword Master—the strongest⁠ human. In other⁠ words, I’m implicitly‌ already considered the⁠ strongest.

Yeah.⁠⁠ I fought two⁠‌ Corps Commanders and​ took down two‌ S-class demons. From‌ the outside, I must look like⁠‍ an unstoppable monster.⁠‍ Even if it‍‍ was outside Demon‍ Territory and they⁠‍⁠ were weakened, it’s‌ still an absurd‌‍ achievement.

‘That’s⁠ why no one‌‌ complains about a seventeen-year-old getting a Seven Stars title.’‍‍

But⁠⁠​ what if they‌ knew I’m only⁠⁠​ the strongest for​ one minute? Would‌ they still idolize⁠​ me?

Highly‌⁠‍ doubtful.

People⁠ trust steady power‌‍ more than fleeting​‌ bursts. A sprinter‍ might seem impressive,​‍‍ but they’re useless‌ in a marathon.‍​ In a drawn-out‍‍ war, endurance is⁠ everything.

‘Not⁠​ the best analogy,​‌‍ but let’s say‍ Leon—the Hero candidate—is​ the endurance horse.’⁠‌‌

Anyway.‍‌​ No matter how​ much I try,​⁠ I doubt I’ll‌ ever surpass my‍ time limit. The⁠‌​ Pain Immunity Blessing⁠ barely improves, and​ I confirmed that‌⁠ after watching my‍ master fight Lycan.‍‍

The​​ old man was‌ powerful even without⁠⁠ the Blessing of‌‌‍ the Sword God.⁠⁠‌ And even he‍‌‌ had to sacrifice​ his left arm‌ to use it.‍ It’s a power‌‍ that breaks limits‍ momentarily—but it can’t⁠‍​ be sustained. That’s⁠‍​ the fatal weakness‍⁠ of that Blessing.‌​‌

That’s⁠‍ why Leon’s role​⁠ is so important.​‌‌ I was born⁠‌⁠ a supporting character,​‍⁠ but Leon carries‌‍ the fate of​​​ the protagonist. He‌⁠ has a Blessing​ that embodies the‍​‍ very purpose of​‍⁠ this world the⁠ Blessing of the‌ Miracle.

But​ that alone isn’t⁠​ enough. He needs‌​⁠ support, context, and‌‍‌ secondary elements. Like⁠⁠⁠ my Transfer Blessing,‌ which I got⁠​ from the buffalo⁠​ dungeon.

‘That​ was all originally‍‍‌ meant for Leon.⁠⁠ I took a lot from him‍‌​ without even realizing‍​ it.’

…Come⁠⁠ to think of​​‌ it, I really‌​ did take a lot. The exhaustion⁠⁠‍ I felt about‍⁠ having to support​ him now turned‍ into guilt.

‘Since‍​​ I’m doing it,⁠‌ I might as‌‌⁠ well do it⁠‍⁠ right.’

Still,​ I don’t intend‍ to help blindly.⁠ A hothouse flower‌ won’t survive a storm.

I need to create‍‍‍ an environment where‍ Leon can grow‍ on his own.‌ That’s the main⁠ goal of my​ special class.

Though‌ that’s not the‍‌‍ only objective. I also want it⁠‌‍ to be a space to enjoy⁠ student life.

“Well,‌‌‍ that’s it for⁠‌⁠ today. You all‌⁠‍ know the assignment’s‍⁠ due tomorrow, right?⁠‍ Hand it in‌‍ to the assistant.​⁠ And…”

Lost⁠ in thought, I didn’t notice how​​​ much time had⁠⁠ passed. I packed‌‍ my materials into‌‌‌ my bag and​⁠⁠ stood up. Ryozo,‌ who sat next‌⁠​ to me, looked​⁠ up with wide⁠⁠ eyes.

“Huh?⁠‌‍ Do you have‌⁠‌ a date or​⁠ something? What’s the‌‍ rush?”

“I⁠ need to stop⁠‍ by the forge.​⁠ I had a weapon made.”

I left out the⁠ fact that I’d⁠⁠ be visiting Choi‍⁠ Seol-ah’s house afterward.⁠ Saying I was‌‍ visiting an adult⁠‍ instructor’s home just​‌‌ didn’t sound right.‍⁠⁠

Plus,‌ explaining our relationship⁠‌‌ would take too⁠‌⁠ many words. Someday⁠ I’ll explain it—but⁠​​ not now.

“Hmm.”​

Ryozo​ narrowed her eyes.⁠ She looked at⁠‍ me suspiciously, then​ nodded like she‌ understood—though she didn’t‍‌ seem convinced. She⁠‍ rested her chin‌‌⁠ on the desk‌‌ and pouted slightly.‌​⁠

“Well,⁠​​ you’d better get‍‌​ moving. They’ll probably⁠‌​ mob you again.​‌⁠ Go on, shoo.”‌‍⁠

“Thanks.‍‍ Oh, and hey—could⁠⁠‍ you gather the‌‍ club tomorrow? There’s⁠‌‍ something I want‌​‌ to talk about.⁠​ I’ll explain it‌​ then.”

“Sure.‍​‌ If the Heavenly​ Sword commands it,‍ so it shall​ be~!”

Ryozo​‌​ shrugged jokingly. She​ waved me off‍‌ and added.

“Hey,‍‌⁠ are you going‌⁠‌ to do the‌‌ homework the teacher‍​ assigned? It’s a big part of​ the final grade.‌‍ Though come to‌ think of it,‍‌‍ maybe you don’t​⁠ need it. I mean, we study‍‌ to become heroes,‍‍​ and you’re already‌ a Seven Stars.”‍‌

Classic‌ Ryozo. She caught‍‍ the same irony⁠⁠ I felt a few hours ago.‍

It’s‌‌​ understandable why people‍ don’t get why‍ a Seven Stars‌ member should do​​⁠ homework.

Even​⁠ the teacher probably‍‍ wouldn’t say anything‌ if I didn’t⁠​‌ turn it in.‌ He might not‌‍ even expect it⁠ from me.

‘Imagine‌ having to grade‍⁠ it. The pressure.’​⁠⁠

But‍​ I chose to‍​‍ stay at Joaquin‌‌ Academy. And that⁠​ includes fulfilling my⁠‍ duties as a student. So I answered.

“Whether⁠⁠ I’m one of⁠‍‍ the Seven Stars​​ or not, I’m⁠‍ still a student.​⁠‌ So yeah—I’ll do​‍‌ it.”

Ryozo’s​‌ slightly grumpy face​ softened.

“…You‍‌ really are consistent.‍‍‍ That’s why I li—”

“—You​​‍ what?”

Ryozo⁠⁠ flinched and swallowed‍ the rest of‌ her words. She‌​‌ waved her hands⁠⁠⁠ frantically.

“S-something‌‍⁠ like that! Go,⁠⁠‍ before the place‌‌​ fills up again!”⁠

And‌​ like that, I was kicked out‍‌ of the classroom.‌⁠ I could already‌‍ hear the avalanche⁠‌​ of footsteps in‌‍ the hallway. I slipped out quickly‌‌​ and pulled out‍‌​ my phone.

“Hey,​ Vixbig.”

[…]⁠

“Can‍‌ you help me‍ find some info‍⁠ for the assignment?‍⁠⁠ I’ll write it⁠ up myself.”

[And⁠‍⁠ what was that‍‍ speech to Ryozo‍‍⁠ about? That students​‌‍ have to do​​⁠ their own homework,​​ blah blah.]

“This​ counts as doing‍​ it. You know‍ I barely have‌​‌ time to breathe.‍‍‍ I’m just asking‌⁠ you to prep⁠ the materials.”

[And‍‍ what about AI‍⁠ labor rights? I want rest too!⁠⁠⁠ I demand labor​‍ laws be respected!]​

“If‍⁠ you want to‍ rest, just say​​‍ so.”

Shing.​​

[W-wait!‌‍⁠ A Seven Stars‍‍‌ member shouldn’t solve‌​​ everything with violence!‍ Set an example,⁠‌ be the role‌⁠ model of a true hero! This‌ isn’t proper behavior!]‍

“I‌​ know.”

I tucked the phone‌⁠ into my pocket.‌ It tangled with‍‌​ the sashimi knife.‌‍‍ Vixbig shrieked from⁠ inside.

“Still,‌ at least I plan to turn‍⁠ it in. Isn’t⁠⁠​ that better than⁠‍​ nothing?”

[…]‌​⁠

It​‌​ sighed from my‌​‌ pocket. Then replied.​⁠‍

[You’ll⁠​‌ have it by‍‍ 8:00 PM. It’ll⁠‍⁠ be delivered as‍ soon as my‍⁠‍ shift ends…]

***​‌⁠

At⁠ that hour, in⁠​ the principal’s office.‌​​

The‍‌ tip of Media’s‌​‍ pen danced briskly.‌​⁠ With her other‍​⁠ hand, she reached‌ for the towering‍⁠ pile of documents‍‌‌ stacked on the⁠‌ desk.

Sign,⁠⁠‌ slide away. Sign,‍​ slide away… The‍‌ hardened calluses between⁠⁠​ her index and‍ middle fingers were⁠​ proof of her‍⁠‌ administrative prowess.

Creak.‍‌

The‍ office door opened⁠‍ gently. Without looking​‌​ up from her​‍ papers, Media spoke.‌‌‍

“Old‍⁠​ man, could you⁠ knock before coming‍​ in?”

“You​​ seemed focused, so​ I didn’t want​ to interrupt. If‍ I did, I’ll‍ come back later.”‍‌

The⁠‌ Sword Master reached‌ for the doorknob‌​⁠ again. Media sighed⁠⁠ and set her‍ pen down, tucking​⁠ her hair behind⁠ her ear.

“Forget⁠⁠​ it. When do⁠​​ I ever have‍‌‌ free time? Sit‍⁠ down. I’m almost‌‌‍ done, and I’ve‌⁠ got something to‍‌​ tell you.”

The‌ Sword Master nodded‍⁠ and sat on⁠‍ a sofa. Media​⁠ stretched with a yawn and dropped‌‍​ onto the couch​​‍ across from him,​ crossing her legs.​

“So,‌ how’s the portal‌‌‍ to Gehenna? I heard from the‍ Hero Association’s director⁠​‌ that there was‌ a rupture. But⁠​ since you went⁠ in person, what‌‍ did you see?”⁠‌​

“Something‍ definitely happened. I saw a crack⁠‌‍ that wasn’t there‌ forty years ago.⁠‌⁠ It wasn’t big,​ but it clearly‍​‌ left a trace.”‌‍

“Was⁠​ that wound in‌ the portal from​ ‘our side’ or⁠⁠‌ the ‘other side’?”‍​

“Our⁠‌ side” referred to​ the human world.‌‌ “The other side,”‌ the Demon Realm‍‌​ of Gehenna.

The‍⁠⁠ Sword Master’s expression⁠‍ hardened as he‌ replied.

“It‍‍ wasn’t from here.‌ I’d bet they‌⁠ did something from‌‍ Gehenna’s side.”

Media⁠​ pressed her eyelids‍‍​ with her fingers.‍‍

“Haah…​‍ what a damn‌ nightmare. Not even‌​ when the Sixth‌‌‌ Corps Commander wreaked​ havoc did the​ portal flinch, and‌ now it does?”​

“I‌‌ can’t say for‌ certain, but if‍ the portal started⁠ glitching right after‌ Basmon crossed without‌​ issue, there’s only‍‌ one conclusion.”

The​‍ Sword Master moved⁠ his lips and​‌ explained.

“The‌‍‌ Fourth Corps Commander,​‍ Fermush, or the‍‌​ Second, Kuarne. One​ of them is‍ trying to cross​⁠⁠ personally. That’s how‍‌ I see it.”​

“You‌​⁠ do realize what‌⁠​ that means, right?”​

“I⁠​ know.”

War.‌‌

Media’s‌‍ mind clouded. The‍ dizziness she’d felt​‍ earlier from paperwork​‌ returned, heavier this⁠ time. She cursed—a‍⁠ rare thing for​⁠​ her.

“What⁠⁠‍ fucked-up timing. Just‍ when Geom-Ma becomes​⁠⁠ one of the‍‌ Seven Stars, this​ happens.”

“I​⁠‌ had a hunch​⁠​ something would follow‍‌​ the announcement of⁠ the elimination of‍ the Fifth and‍​​ Third Corps Commanders…”⁠⁠​

“The‍‍​ problem is how‍ fast it happened.⁠ Like they’d planned‍​‍ it from the‍‍⁠ start.”

“I’ll⁠ keep monitoring the‌ site myself. If​‍ anything happens, I’ll‌‍ report it immediately.”⁠

“Don’t​​‍ report to me—report‌‌ to that gorilla,​ Changseong! Technically, this‍ is the Hero‍ Association’s responsibility. Yes,‌ it’s a matter‍ of humanity’s survival,‌‌‍ but I’ve got‍ my own job‍​ to do.”

Media‍​​ snapped. The Sword‍​‌ Master awkwardly averted⁠ his eyes to‌ avoid her sharp‌⁠⁠ glare.

“Media,‌ you know things‍​ between Mura and⁠‌ me… aren’t easy.”‍⁠‍

Media‍‍‍ shouted like she​‌ was pinning him​ to the wall.​‍‍

“Isn’t​ it about time⁠ you patched things​ up with that​‌‌ gorilla? You’re in⁠ your seventies already!⁠‍​ How much longer⁠‍ are you two‍‌ going to grumble‌​​ like kids? And‍‌​ you’re the one​ always avoiding him!”‍

“……”⁠‍‌

“Grow‌ up, will you?‌ Do I have⁠‍ to give relationship‌‌ counseling to two‌​⁠ old men with⁠⁠ white hair?”

“I​ got it.”

Only‌‍ after getting a response did Media​‍‍ relax her gaze.⁠ The Sword Master​​ took the opportunity​ to bring up⁠​​ another topic.

“Oh,‌⁠ by the way,‌⁠​ how’s the ‘special‌ class’ thing going?‌​ Did Geom-Ma accept?”​‌​

“Yes.‍​​ He liked the​ idea more than‌​ I expected.”

“That’s‍‍ a relief.”

“I‌ heard he plans​‍‍ to build the‌​‍ group around that‌​ Leon kid… Yeah.​‍⁠ Says that having‍⁠‍ the Hero candidate​ close by will​⁠ motivate him.”

“Hooh…⁠ So even as‌ one of the‌‌ Seven Stars, Geom-Ma‍ still has a competitive spirit. That’s​‍‍ good. Growth should​ never stop.”

The‌​‌ Sword Master smiled‍​ in satisfaction and‌⁠ spoke again.

“Leon​⁠ van Reinhardt. It⁠ was the previous​‍ principal, Meain Poison,⁠‍ who found and⁠‌‌ brought him in,⁠‍ right?”

“Yes.‍‌ He arrived shortly⁠​⁠ after the semester‍ started. That day‌ he handed me​‍ a letter without​​ saying a word.​‌⁠ Turned out it⁠‌​ was from my⁠⁠‌ sister. It only‍‍ said one thing,‌ ‘I’ve found the​​ Hero candidate.’ I almost laughed.”

Media​‍ chuckled in disbelief.‍ The Sword Master‍ nodded silently.

“Very‍‌ typical of Meain.”⁠‌​

“Totally.‍‌ Always so impulsive.⁠‌ I wonder where​‍​ she is now.‍‍ I haven’t seen‌​ her in over‍‌ a decade.”

“If‌​‌ it’s her, she’ll‍⁠ be fine. Isn’t⁠‍ she known as‍​‍ the strongest of‍⁠‍ all the past‌‌‌ principals? If she​​ shows up again,⁠ it’ll mean something​ big’s coming.”

“Exactly.‌‍ Let’s hope she​‍ stays quiet. Not⁠‍ even when the‍‍‍ Sixth Corps Commander‌ appeared did she‍‌ show her face.⁠ I remember we​ even argued about‍‌​ it, ugh.”

“……”⁠⁠

The⁠⁠‍ Sword Master shivered,‌ recalling a past⁠ scene.

When‍‍‍ the Poison sisters⁠⁠ fought, it was⁠ said several islands‍‌ vanished from the⁠ map.

***⁠‌

“…Eo-ja‌‍‍ Hadeumi Saekoya?”

Horn’s⁠​ eyes narrowed, round​​ and alert. Her​‍‌ speech was distorted—she‍‌ had a chunk‌ of premium hanwoo‍‍ beef in her​ mouth. Choi Seol-ah,​⁠⁠ wearing an apron,‌ immediately scolded her.‌

“Hey,‍‍‌ long-ears! Didn’t I tell you to​​ speak after you⁠​​ swallow? You’re gonna‍ act like this‌ in front of​⁠‌ the Lord?”

Horn‍‌‍ glanced sideways at​ Choi Seol-ah. She‍​‍ chewed energetically and‌​ swallowed the meat​ with a soft​‌ gulp.

“Excuse‍⁠​ me, Lady Boradori.‌​​ This isn’t hanwoo​⁠ grade 2++, is‍⁠ it? Could it​‍​ be 1+? The‌ meat’s a bit‍ tough today.”

“You’ve‌ got a picky‍‌‌ mouth for a long-ears! That piece‌ alone cost over‌ fifty thousand won!”​​

“Seems‍​‍ like you’re forgetting‌ something. You and⁠‌ I have a ‘contractual’ relationship. Don’t‍‍ you think I’m‍‍‍ entitled to demand​⁠‍ proper 2++ grade‍ beef?”

“Y-you​‍ little…!”

Enraged,‍ Choi Seol-ah ran⁠‍⁠ over to me​⁠ with tears in​‍​ her eyes.

“My‍‍ Lord! Please do‍‌ something about this‌​‍ long-ears! She’s a hanwoo vacuum! Just‍‍ this month, she’s‍​‌ eaten enough beef‌‌ to fill several‌​‌ trucks. She’s a true cattle exterminator!”​⁠

“……”‍

I ignored her plea.‍​ After all, it⁠⁠‍ was a contract‍⁠ between them. No‌ point in interfering.​​‌

I calmly turned Seol-ah’s⁠⁠ pleading face away‌​ and looked at‌ Horn. I spoke‍‍ directly.

“There’s‌ going to be‍ a special class‍ opening at the‌⁠ academy due to‍ an unexpected opportunity.⁠ I’m free to‍ choose the members,‌ and I thought​‍‌ you might join.”​‍

Horn⁠ was speechless. Her​ lips trembled.

“B-but…‍‌ I’m not even⁠ a student at‌​ the academy.”

“I​‌​ can talk to‍⁠ the principal and‌​‌ get you admitted​​⁠ as a special⁠‌​ student, like I was. I’m sure​ she’ll approve. I can even write​ the recommendation.”

“That’s‌ great, but… I’m​‍ a demon, not‍‌⁠ a human…”

“I​‌‌ doubt anyone at‌‌ the academy will⁠ notice. Only other​⁠ demons can sense⁠‌ their own, right?”‌

“Ah,⁠​​ yes, yes. We​‍⁠ usually sense it‌​‍ through magical resonance.”‍

“Perfect,​⁠ then. Oh, wait—I⁠ haven’t asked you‌​ this yet. Horn,‌⁠ do you want​ to join the‍‍‌ special class?”

She⁠ hesitated for a moment, then nodded‌‌ shyly.

“…Yes.⁠‌‍ Honestly, being cooped‍ up here is‌​ boring. And I’m​‌​ curious about how​‍ human education works.”‌⁠‌

Her‌ eyes sparkled with⁠​ excitement. She looked⁠ directly at me.‍

“I-if‌​‍ I get the​ chance, I’d love⁠ to attend!”

I smiled calmly.

“Then‌‌‌ it’s settled. All‌ that’s left is‌ your appearance.”

My​ gaze went straight⁠⁠ to her ears,⁠‌‌ and Horn responded​​‍ immediately.

“If​‌‍ it’s that, I can use polymorph⁠‌‍ magic to hide​ them! I can’t‌⁠ fully transform my​ body while in⁠ the human world,​‍⁠ but I can⁠‍ change my ears.”‍⁠

“Can​⁠ you show me⁠ right now?”

“Yes!”‍

Horn⁠ activated her magic‍ immediately. A silver⁠ mist enveloped her‍‌‍ ears, and their​‍​ pointy shape gradually‌‍ receded.

In‌⁠‌ a matter of‍‌‌ seconds, Horn looked⁠‌ like a perfect‌‌ human girl. Pretty‍ enough to turn‌ heads. She shrugged‍⁠‌ proudly.

“How’s‍ that? Perfect, right?”‌⁠​

I gave her a thumbs-up.

“Approved.”​‍

 

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