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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 212 – Omen of Crisis (1)

Chapter 212 – Omen of Crisis (1)

“Chief​‌​ Sung! I mean…​‍‍ Director Sung!”

An⁠ employee of the⁠‍​ Hero Association came⁠‌‌ rushing into Room⁠ 313. Director Sung,⁠‌ recently promoted, was‌‌⁠ folding the sheets⁠‍​ on his bed.⁠

He⁠‌‍ moved with ease.⁠​ Thanks to the‍‍‍ high-end prosthetic arm‌ and leg the‌‌ Association had provided,‌‍⁠ his movements were⁠ precise. He greeted‍ the employee calmly.‌

“Ah,​​‌ Deputy Director Park.​ What’s going on?”⁠‌

“Well,‌‌ first of all,‌‍‌ congratulations on your‌ promotion and being‌ discharged, sir.”

“Congratulations‌ for what? I’m​⁠ sure they just⁠​ promoted me to⁠‌⁠ fill a vacancy.”⁠‌‌

“It‌‍ was for your​​‌ sacrifice during the‍ Joaquin tragedy and‌ for successfully naming‌ the new Seven-Star‍‍​ Hero. The vice‍⁠ president promoted you​‌ two ranks at‍⁠​ once—from deputy director‍​‌ to director. That’s⁠⁠ not something you‍ see at your‌‍⁠ age.”

“What​⁠ did I even​​ do? It was‍ all thanks to‌‌ Mr. Kang Geom-Ma.‍‌ Honestly, I was​⁠ just a burden​⁠ at the time.”​‌⁠

Director‌ Sung smiled bitterly⁠ as he finished‍‍‍ stacking the pillow​⁠ and blanket.

“And⁠ you should try⁠‍​ losing an arm,‌‍​ a leg, and‍⁠​ a subordinate. Let’s‌⁠ see if a promotion still matters‍​‌ to you then.​‌⁠ Honestly, if the⁠ vice president hadn’t‍‍‍ talked me into‍‍ it, I would’ve‌​ retired already. Everything​ started to feel…‌‌ meaningless.”

“I’m⁠​ very sorry about⁠ Supervisor Ha—”

“It‌ was my fault⁠⁠ for failing to⁠ protect my team.⁠‌‌ Anyway, what’s got‍‌‍ you running in​​​ here like you’re‍ being chased? You⁠⁠ didn’t just come‍​‌ to congratulate me.”​‌​

Deputy‌⁠ Director Park took‌​ a breath and‌‍​ spoke.

“We‍‍‌ received a report‌‍⁠ that the crack‌‌ in the Gate‍‍⁠ to Gehenna is‌‍ growing.”

Director​⁠ Sung’s face stiffened.⁠‌‌ His prosthetics, which​ normally moved with‍ smooth precision, froze.‍‍ For a moment,​‌‍ his heart skipped​⁠ a beat—but only‍⁠ for a moment.​⁠

“Wasn’t‌ it around 2 centimeters last week?”‌‍‍

“Yes,⁠​⁠ but they just​‍ reported that it’s‍‍‍ grown by another‌ half centimeter.”

Director​​‍ Sung brought his‍ prosthetic hand to⁠ his temple. Deputy​ Director Park looked​⁠ at him with‌‍‍ some surprise. When⁠ other staff heard⁠ the news, it⁠⁠⁠ had caused total‍ panic.

0.5⁠ cm. Smaller than‌‌ a fingernail, yet​ the implication of‍ that widening was‍ terrifying.

A crack in the‍ Gate, which had​ remained untouched for⁠‌ centuries. What else‌ could it mean‌ but a threat?​ Even a tsunami‌‍​ would be less​⁠‌ alarming.

But⁠‌ Director Sung stayed‌ composed. Though concern‍​⁠ was visible on​​​ his face, there‍ was no trace‌​⁠ of fear. Was‌⁠‍ it the Joaquin⁠‍⁠ incident that had‌​ hardened him? No,​‍ it was something​⁠ else.

His​​ calm came from⁠ confidence. The kind​‌‍ of confidence given​‍‍ to him by​‍⁠ Mr. Kang Geom-Ma—enough⁠‌ to dispel any⁠​​ fear.

“Have‍ the vice president​ and the Sword‌​‌ Master been informed?”‌​⁠

“Yes.‍‌ After reporting to⁠ them, I came‌ straight here.”

Under⁠‌​ normal circumstances, Director‌‍‌ Sung wouldn’t be​ required on-site. His⁠‌ role was administrative.‌⁠ But now that​ he was director,​ fieldwork was also‌‌⁠ part of the‌ job.

‘If‍ the Gate to​‌‌ Gehenna is showing‍⁠⁠ signs of abnormality,​‌⁠ there’s a high​‌​ chance it’s connected‌⁠ to one of⁠‌ the Corps Commanders.’‍

In‌⁠ the past, just⁠ hearing the term​‌​ “Corps Commander” would‍‍ have made him⁠​‍ tremble. But not​⁠‌ now. And not⁠ because of his‍ title alone.

‘I⁠‍ need to see‍​⁠ it with my‍‍‌ own eyes.’

He⁠ couldn’t forget what‍‍ happened to Supervisor​ Ha. There could‍​ be more traitors⁠ in the Association.‍‍​ Even a hidden⁠ beast. He had‍ to confirm it‌‍‌ himself and report⁠ directly to Mr.⁠‌‍ Kang Geom-Ma.

Having​​ made up his‍⁠ mind, he turned​​ to Deputy Director​​ Park.

“Deputy⁠​⁠ Director Park.”

“Yes,‍ sir.”

Director⁠ Sung’s eyes turned‍​ cold. Park swallowed‍‌ hard. Then Sung‍⁠ gave a small​ smile and said.‌‌‌

“We’re⁠ going to do‌ some fieldwork. To‌‍ the Gate of​ Gehenna.”

“But​​​ sir, you just‍ got discharged!”

“You⁠ know something? Mr.⁠⁠‍ Kang Geom-Ma never⁠ leaves things for⁠ later.”

Director​‌‍ Sung pulled on⁠ his coat.

“We⁠ should follow his⁠⁠ example, too.”

***‌

Suddenly,​‌ I felt a tingling at the​​⁠ back of my‍ neck. I turned​ sharply, but all‌‌ I saw was‍ the quiet garden​​ behind the academy.​​‍ No one was‍​⁠ there. If someone‍‍​ had been, they’d​ have been right‌⁠⁠ in front of​​​ me.

‘Was‌​ it just my​‌‌ imagination?’

I scratched the back‌ of my neck,​​⁠ which had started‍‌​ to itch, and‌‍‌ looked forward again.‌ The members of⁠⁠ the club were‌⁠‌ staring at me‍ intently. They were​⁠‌ all waiting for‍‌‌ me to speak.​

“……”‍

The⁠⁠⁠ atmosphere had turned⁠‌ unusually serious. Especially‌‌ Speedweapon—his face was‌‍ completely stiff. I wondered why, and‍​‌ then the answer‌⁠‌ came to me‍‌‍ even though we‍⁠ were still students,‌⁠ there was now‍⁠ a clear distance​ between them and​‌⁠ me.

No⁠ matter how close⁠ we used to‌‍ be, if one⁠⁠ of us suddenly‍‍ became someone important,‌⁠ it wasn’t so​​‌ easy to laugh‌‍ and joke like​​ before.

‘It’s⁠ understandable that they’re‍ tense.’

They‌⁠‌ were probably also‍‌‍ worried I might⁠‌ suddenly say something⁠‍⁠ like, “The Exploration​ Club is disbanded!”‍‌‌ After all, I’m‌​ now a Seven-Star‍⁠‍ Hero, I still‌⁠‍ attend school, and‍​⁠ I’m part of⁠ this club. Three‌ roles at once.⁠‍⁠ Out of those,​‍⁠ the club is‍‌⁠ the easiest to⁠ drop, so of‌ course they were⁠⁠‌ anxious. But their‍‍⁠ worries were unfounded.​‌ I wasn’t planning​ to give up‍​⁠ on any of​ the three.

It⁠‍ might be tough‌‍ to commit to‌⁠ all of them‍‌ fully, but I was determined to‌ stay involved in‍‌ each. Being a Seven-Star Hero was‌ my “job,” school​ life was my⁠​ daily routine, and‌ the travel club⁠⁠ was what kept‌‌‍ me human.

‘Without‌ them, I’d just‍ be a lunatic‌‌ who only knows​ how to swing‌⁠‍ a sword.’

So‍‍ even if it​‌ stressed me out⁠ a little, I’d‌‍ keep showing up‌ to club activities.‌ First, I had‌‌⁠ to ease their‍ worries before explaining‌ what I wanted⁠‌ to tell them.‍‍⁠

I couldn’t just blurt‍⁠ out, “We’re creating⁠ a special class‍​ and all of‍ you are joining.”‍​⁠ The mood wasn’t​‌ right for that.‍ And I wasn’t​ any good at‌‍⁠ breaking the ice​‌‍ with jokes.

I looked into the⁠⁠ eyes of Speedweapon,⁠‍ Ryozo, Chloe—then skipped‍‍ past Chloe. No‍ matter how strong​ I was, those‌‌ doll-like, empty eyes⁠⁠ were still hard⁠⁠⁠ to face.

‘Ha-na‌‍⁠ senior didn’t come‌ today.’

She⁠‌⁠ had said in‍ the club chat‍‍​ that she might‌‌ not make it.​ It was already‍ more than ten‍⁠ minutes past our‌​ agreed time, so‍‌​ it was clear​​ she wasn’t coming.‌⁠‌

‘Still,‌⁠ she’s not essential​ for today’s discussion.’‌⁠​

Thanks‌⁠‍ to my glances,‌‌​ the mood lightened⁠⁠‍ a bit. I cleared my throat.⁠ Speaking in front‌‍⁠ of others was⁠ still awkward. Usually,⁠⁠ Speedweapon handled these‍⁠ kinds of announcements‍‌‌ since he was⁠‌‍ better at it.​

‘Now⁠​ that I think‍⁠⁠ about it, I’ve‌​‌ never really tried​ to convince anyone‍ of anything before.’‌​‍

I always spoke with‌⁠ my sword before⁠‍ my mouth. At‌‌⁠ that moment, I understood why they⁠‌‌ called me “the⁠​ sashimi faster than‌​ words.”

After‍ some thought, I decided to just⁠​‌ say it plainly.​⁠‌ My earlier doubts⁠ didn’t matter anymore.​​

“I‌​ called you all‌‌‌ here today because‌‍ the director and​​ I have decided​⁠ to create a new class outside⁠‌‍ the existing ones,​ and I’d like​‍⁠ all the members⁠‌ of the Exploration‍⁠ Club to join.‌⁠‌ That’s all.”

“……?”⁠‍‌

Sorry,‌ guys. I’m terrible‍‍ at talking. At⁠ that moment, Speedweapon‌ slapped his knee.‌‍

“A​ new class…? Ah!‍​ President, it’s because⁠‌ ever since you‌ became a Seven-Star​ Hero, people won’t​‍ leave you alone,​ right?!”

This⁠​ guy—I thought he​⁠ was only good⁠‌ at explaining things,‌ but he even​‌‌ picked up on⁠⁠ half-baked comments. Thanks‍ to him, I was able to⁠​ speak more comfortably.‌​⁠

“You‍ know how I keep getting swarmed‍⁠‍ every day—it’s not‍ something I can‍​ keep up. And‌⁠​ I’m not the‌⁠ only one affected.⁠‍​ I’m causing trouble‍‍⁠ for the other⁠‌​ students too. And⁠‌‌ with final exams⁠‍ coming up, we’re⁠ creating a special⁠ class in a separate building.”

Chloe⁠‌⁠ chimed in.

“That⁠​‍ makes sense. For⁠ students who take​ their studies seriously,​‌ it could be‌‍​ a major distraction.”⁠​​

“Exactly.‍⁠‌ That’s the main‌⁠​ reason. But if‌ I’m the only⁠​ one in the⁠‍‍ class, it would⁠​ look bad, right?​⁠‍ So the director​‌⁠ gave me permission‍⁠‌ to select around‍‌ ten people to⁠‌ form a group.”‍⁠

“Wow…‌ even if that’s‌ the reason, that’s​​ huge! In the‍⁠ 700-year history of​ Joaquin Academy, a new class has‍‌‌ never been created.‍‌ The current director⁠ introduced the merit‌‌ student system, and‍ now this—a class​ just for you…”​‍‌

Suddenly,‍ Speedweapon’s eyes grew‌ moist. He was‍⁠ thinking about how⁠ the president, once⁠ discriminated against as​⁠ a special student,‌ had become a Seven-Star Hero and‍‌ was now making​‌ history at the‍⁠​ academy.

That’s‌ when Ryozo, who⁠⁠‍ had remained silent,⁠‍⁠ finally spoke. She​​ was the calmest‌‌ among us.

“So,‍​‌ aside from the‍​‌ club members, who‌⁠⁠ else are you‌⁠⁠ including? You said‌ you need to‌ gather ten, right?”⁠‍‍

“I’m​⁠ thinking of including​ Leon. And also⁠‍⁠ Abel and Rachel.”​⁠

As‍⁠ I listed their⁠⁠‍ names, Ryozo’s face⁠‍‍ grew darker. Her‌‍‍ lips curled in‌ displeasure and her⁠ brow furrowed more⁠ with each one.​​​

‘Now​ that I think​ about it, Ryozo‌‌‍ and Abel had​​⁠ a big fight​​ the other day.’‍

But‍ there was nothing‌ I could do.​ The main goal⁠​ of this special⁠‍ class was to‌ support the Hero⁠​‌ and those around‍ him.

To​‌​ be blunt—I couldn’t​⁠ leave them out‍ just because of⁠‌ friction. Who knows,​ maybe spending more​​‌ time together would‌‍ help them reconcile.‍‍

Ryozo‌‌‍ stayed quiet, lips‍​‍ sealed. Her raised⁠​​ eyebrows showed her⁠⁠‍ feelings, but she‌‌‍ just huffed through​ her nose in‍ protest. She clearly​ didn’t like it,‌‍​ but was willing​ to accept my‌​‍ decision. I gave‍‍‌ her a faint‍⁠⁠ smile, then turned​‌ to Speedweapon.

“That’s‍ why I wanted​ to ask you⁠⁠‍ something, Speedweapon. Could‍‌ you tell them⁠‍​ for me?”

“Eh,‍⁠⁠ me? Wouldn’t it⁠‌ be better if⁠ you told them‌‌ yourself?”

And⁠‍⁠ he wasn’t wrong.⁠⁠‌ But honestly, I wasn’t confident in‍‌ my ability to​​‍ persuade them.

Speedweapon,​ on the other‌‍⁠ hand, was a master at explaining⁠ and persuading.

With‌​ someone that skilled‌⁠ around, I saw‌ no reason to⁠⁠ strain myself unnecessarily.​‌

I mixed a bit​ of truth and‌​⁠ fiction in my⁠‍ reply.

“I’d‍​‌ like to go⁠ myself too, but‌‍‍ between Seven-Star duties⁠⁠ and classwork, I’m‍⁠‍ overwhelmed. For now,⁠ can you try⁠ talking to them?‌ If they say‌‍​ no, I’ll go⁠‍ myself.”

Speedweapon⁠‌‌ nodded. He understood.‌‌

“…Well,‌ yeah. I imagine‌​‍ even just gathering‍​⁠ us today was⁠‍⁠ tough for you.‍‍ Alright, I’ll go​⁠ and tell them.‌ I don’t know‍‍ about Leon or‍⁠‍ Abel, but Rachel⁠⁠​ will probably agree​ happily.”

The‍‌ conversation was nearly‌‌ wrapped up. I let out a sigh of relief.‍​​

That’s‌ when we heard‍⁠ hesitant footsteps approaching.⁠​ Everyone in the‍​ club instinctively turned‍⁠ to look.

With‍ her neatly braided‌‍⁠ hair and skin‍ so fair it‍⁠​ seemed to glow,‍​‌ a girl who⁠​​ looked human at⁠​ a glance—but had‌ an otherworldly, mystical‍ presence—appeared. It was​ Horn. She was‌⁠ wearing the academy​‍ uniform, and it‌⁠ suited her perfectly.⁠‌

Speedweapon‍ muttered, eyes wide,⁠‌ unable to look‌ away from her.⁠

“This‍ is crazy according‌ to the nameplate,​​​ she’s in our​⁠ year. How has⁠ no one seen​‌ her before?”

And⁠ this coming from​​‍ Speedweapon, who “surprisingly”‌‌‍ didn’t usually care‌‌⁠ much about girls.‍ The fact that​‍ even he was‍‍⁠ so awestruck spoke‌​⁠ volumes about her⁠ appearance.

For‍ me, since I knew Horn was​​ a dragon, I wasn’t as affected.‌ But seen from​ the outside, she​ really was stunning—a​‍‍ true draconic beauty.‌

‘But⁠ why is she‍ alone without Choi‍ Seol-ah?’

At⁠‌​ that moment, Horn‍ saw me. Her‍ face lit up​​‌ as if she’d‍⁠‌ found a treasure‌​‌ and she ran​ toward me with‍ all her might.‌ Dust kicked up⁠​​ with every step.⁠‌⁠

“Lord!”‌​​

The​⁠ club members’ eyes‌⁠‌ fixed on me.​‌

“…Ah.”‍​​

Yeah.⁠​‍ I definitely needed​ to explain.

Why⁠ such a mysterious‍ and beautiful girl⁠⁠‌ was calling me​ “Lord.”

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