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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 223 – Conception (2)

Chapter 223 – Conception (2)

As⁠ soon as dawn‍ broke, I mounted‍‌​ Horn’s back.

“Please‌ don’t forget what​ we discussed yesterday.”‌‍

I made one last‌ request to both‌ the Sword Master⁠​​ and Director Sung.⁠‌‌

“Don’t​‍ worry. No matter​⁠⁠ what happens, I’ll​‍​ take care of‍‍‍ it.”

“I’ll‍ also produce results⁠‌‌ that satisfy Heavenly‌⁠​ Sword as soon‌‌ as possible! Travel‍ safe—no, fly safe,‍⁠ please!”

And‌‍⁠ so, with their‌ goodbyes, Horn flapped‍‍ her wings and⁠‍ took off.

Flap.‌‍‍

As​​ we flew, Horn‌ suddenly opened her‌ mouth and asked.‍

“Mr.‍‌⁠ Kang Geom-Ma, you​‍⁠ haven’t forgotten the‌ promise you made,‌⁠ right?”

Promise?‍ What promise?

Had​‌​ I made some‍⁠‌ other promise with‍‌ Horn?

Since‍⁠⁠ I didn’t answer,‍⁠⁠ Horn slightly turned‌​ her head and​ muttered with narrowed‌​⁠ eyes.

“Tripple‌‍ Hanwoo…”

Ah,⁠​ that. That blatant⁠ lie I made‍‌ up to convince‌‌‌ her. I had‍‍ completely forgotten.

The⁠​​ problem was, “Trippul⁠ Hanwoo” didn’t even​ exist.

In‌ reality, the highest⁠‌‍ quality grade for⁠ Hanwoo was “2++.”​

But​ it would’ve been‌⁠​ too shameless to‍​⁠ just stay silent.‌​⁠ Horn had sincerely‌‍⁠ helped me in‌​ many ways.

While⁠⁠‍ I was still‍ thinking about what⁠​‍ to do, I ended up opening​‌ my mouth.

“Horn,⁠ have you ever‌‍ heard of Wagyu?”‍

“Wagyu…?‌ What’s that?”

When​​ she’s in dragon‍​ form, she always⁠​⁠ ends her sentences⁠⁠​ with “yong yong.”‍⁠ Is that part‌‌ of her character?⁠⁠‍ It cuts her‌​⁠ intimidating presence in‌‌‍ half.

“It’s‌​ a type of⁠‍⁠ beef very similar​⁠ to Tripple Hanwoo…​‍ but super expensive.​‌‍ One dish costs⁠⁠‍ around 300,000 won.”‍

“Th-three‍​ hundred thousand won!?”‍

Horn’s⁠ back twitched.

‘She⁠ was just recently‌​ treating money like​​‍ a tissue to‌ blow her nose…’‍​

But‌‍⁠ now she seemed‌⁠ to understand the‍ value of money.⁠ She had learned⁠‌ economics through beef.​‍‌

‘Better‌⁠ to look at‌‌​ it positively.’

It⁠ was better for‍‌⁠ Horn to adapt​ quickly to human​ values. It would⁠‌​ make it easier​ for her to‌‍​ live at the​​‌ academy if she‍​‍ at least picked‍‌ up some basic‍‌ common sense, even⁠‌⁠ superficially.

…Though‍​ I couldn’t help‍ feeling a little​ sad. Was this⁠​ what it felt‍‌ like to watch​ a baby grow​⁠‌ up? It gave​‌ me a strange⁠ feeling, like one⁠‌​ day she’d ask‌ for a smartphone.‍

I smiled bitterly and‍⁠⁠ continued.

“Anyway,​‌‍ you worked hard,​​‌ so I’ll buy‌⁠‌ you all the‌​​ meat you want.”​‌

Of‌ course, with Choi​​‌ Seol-Ah’s money.

Even‌​‌ though I received⁠‍‍ sponsorship funds and‌ had income as‌​ a member of‌‌​ the Seven Stars,​⁠‍ I couldn’t afford​‌‌ to feed Horn’s​ monstrous appetite.

She’d⁠ probably devour at⁠ least twenty servings‍ of Wagyu.

‘And​‍ once I buy⁠​‌ her Wagyu, I’ll⁠​‌ have to keep⁠‍ buying it for⁠ her…’

The‍ zeros in my⁠ bank account would​‌ evaporate in seconds.‌​‌

Just‍‍‌ thinking about it‌‌‌ made me dizzy.​​⁠

Flap!‌​

Horn‌‍ beat her wings‍‌⁠ even harder, breaking​ through the clouds.‍​‍

Through‍‍​ the gaps, the​‍‌ land was already‌ coming into view.⁠‌

The⁠ return home was‌‍ near.

***‌‍

At​‍⁠ that moment, Speedweapon​⁠‌ let out a long sigh.

“Huff…‍ I expected it,⁠ but preparing to⁠ create a new‌‍‍ class is way​ more complicated than⁠ I thought.”

After⁠ Kang Geom-Ma had‌ left, Speedweapon had‌‌ been faithfully fulfilling‌ his task.

He‍‌ was even using‍⁠ short breaks between​‍‍ classes and cutting‌ down on sleep.‌​‌

These‌‍ days, Speedweapon was⁠​‌ living through the‌‍⁠ most intense period⁠ of his life.‌‍ His passion was​ such that even⁠‌⁠ Saki couldn’t help‌‌‌ but gape.

“Speedweapon,‍ don’t you think​ you’re overdoing it​ a little?”

The‌​ reason for this⁠ effort? It was‌ a mission Kang‌⁠ Geom-Ma had personally‍‍ entrusted to him.‌‍

Kang‍‍​ Geom-Ma was a Seven Stars hero.⁠ A heavyweight with‍⁠​ the authority to​‍⁠ give orders to​ anyone.

And​ yet, Kang Geom-Ma⁠​ had asked him.⁠‍ A sign of​‌ absolute trust.

‘The‌​ great Speedweapon has‍ been chosen by‌ Heavenly Sword!’

He‌​​ couldn’t let him​​​ down. He was‌⁠​ a man destined​‍ to meet expectations.‌‌⁠

Besides,‌‍‌ the “Create a Special Class!” project​​‍ had its own​⁠​ strange charm. It​​ was something as⁠⁠‍ unprecedented as Kang‌​⁠ Geom-Ma becoming a member of the⁠‍⁠ Seven Stars.

Joaquin‌​ Academy was famous​⁠ for its conservatism.​ In other words,​‌ its foundation was⁠‍ solid, but its‌​ attitude toward change‍ was lukewarm.

And‌‌​ that wasn’t unique‍ to Joaquin Academy.‌‍​

Old⁠⁠ institutions often shared‌⁠⁠ that tendency to⁠‍ reject change.

‘That’s​​‌ why they end⁠⁠⁠ up rotting.’

It⁠‍‌ was said that⁠ lately, there had⁠‌​ been a rise⁠‌‌ in nobles trying​ to buy their​ way in with‌‌‍ bribes.

Speedweapon​⁠ shook his head.‍⁠

‘We‍​⁠ can’t go on‍‍⁠ like this.’

This​ academy, which had⁠ become stagnant, urgently​⁠ needed a breath⁠​‍ of fresh air.⁠‍​

‘This​ special class will‌⁠⁠ be the first‌ step.’

And‍⁠‌ he himself was‍​ leaving his mark‌​ on the history⁠ of reform.

Speedweapon‍‌ clenched his fists⁠ with determination.

“I⁠‌⁠ can do this.”​

He‌​ had recently discovered‌​ something about himself—he‍‌‌ had a natural​ talent for this​‌​ kind of administrative‍‍ work. Way more‌⁠ than Saki.

A meaningful smile spread‌ across his face.⁠

‘After⁠⁠ all, being smart‌‍ doesn’t mean being‍​ good at fieldwork.’‍⁠​

Speedweapon⁠​‍ carefully flipped through‍ the documents in⁠⁠ his hands.

“It’s‍‍‍ almost all ready.”⁠⁠‌

There​‌​ were three major‍‍⁠ tasks for creating⁠‌ the special class.​⁠‌

First,​ recruiting and organizing‍‌‍ members, just as‍ Kang Geom-Ma had‍⁠ instructed. It was‌ the first button‌ that needed to⁠‍⁠ be fastened correctly.⁠‍‍ If that failed,​⁠ everything would collapse.⁠​

Speedweapon‌‌⁠ had poured all⁠ his effort into‍‍ analyzing the three‌ students from the⁠‌ Star Class.

He​‍ created detailed profiles‍⁠ of each, simulated​‌​ interviews, and even‍​ speculated on their‍‍ MBTI types.

And‍⁠⁠ so, fully prepared,‌‌ he headed for‍⁠ the Star Class.‌‌‍

With‌‌ a friendly smile,‍⁠ he approached each​‍‌ of them and​ asked cautiously. The‍ response was…

“Yeah,​‌​ sure. I’ll join.‌ Thanks for inviting‌ me.”

The‍‍ next hero, Leon‍‌‍ van Reinhardt ☑

“What?​⁠ A class created​⁠‌ by Kang Geom-Ma?​ And you want‌‌ me to join!?⁠⁠‌ Of course I will! If you​​ don’t let me⁠​‍ in, I’ll break‍‌‍ down the door‍‍​ to sneak in!”‍⁠

The‌ niece of the​​ Saint of the‍⁠⁠ Spear, Rachel of‌​​ Mura ☑

“He⁠⁠ asked for me‌‌ directly? It’s not‍​‍ that I don’t‍‍⁠ want to—it just​ caught me off‍⁠‍ guard. I don’t‍ need time to‌‌ think. I’ll join.‍‌‌ B-but… can I ask you a favor?”

“A​⁠ favor?”

“It’s⁠⁠ nothing big, just…‌‌ could you not​⁠ tell Heavenly Sword​⁠​ that I accepted​⁠ right away?”

“Ah,​‌ well… sure. But​‌⁠ why?”

Her‍‌‍ golden eyes reflected‌⁠​ a certain sadness.​

“Speedweapon,​ you must’ve noticed​⁠‌ too… no, forget⁠⁠ I said anything.”‍​

“……?”⁠​​

The​‍ granddaughter of the​​‍ Sword Master, Abel​ von Nibelung ☑

All‌⁠‌ three from the‍ Star Class accepted​‌ without hesitation. No‌‍ questions, no doubts.‍‌

Just‌⁠ mentioning the name⁠ “Kang Geom-Ma” made​‍‌ them nod immediately,​​‍ like magic.

All‌‍‍ of Speedweapon’s prior⁠⁠ effort was completely‍ overshadowed.

“Wow.”​⁠

Speedweapon‍‌‌ felt a deep⁠​ sense of emptiness.‌‌ Why had he​‌ spent sleepless nights?⁠​

He⁠⁠​ knew Kang Geom-Ma⁠⁠ had a great⁠​⁠ reputation, but this‌‌ had been way‍⁠ too easy. This‍⁠ wasn’t a fast‍​ pass — it‌ was a super​ pass.

‘So‍ much suffering for‍ nothing!’

He‍‍‌ clicked his tongue⁠⁠‍ in resignation. In‍‌​ any case, the‌‍​ first step had‌‌​ been successfully completed.⁠ It was time⁠​⁠ to move on‌​ to the second.​​‌

Kang‌‌‌ Geom-Ma had given‌⁠​ him one more⁠⁠​ task — to​ name the new​ class.

Originally,​ that should have⁠ been Kang Geom-Ma’s⁠‍ job,

but⁠ since he left​‌ in a hurry,⁠​​ he handed the‍‍ responsibility over to‌‍ Speedweapon.

The‌‍‌ pressure was immense.‍‌‌ He spent nights‌​‍ tearing his hair​⁠‌ out.

“No,‌⁠ this one’s no‍‍‌ good either.”

The‍‍‍ trash bin filled‍ with crumpled papers.‌‍⁠ And after long‍⁠ hours of reflection‍ accompanied by the‍‍‌ dawn…

“T-this​ is… this is​​ it!”

Speedweapon⁠⁠⁠ finally wrote it‌ down.

『Heavenly⁠‌‌ Class.』

A name that evoked‍‌ Heavenly Sword. It‌ might’ve sounded arrogant,‍​⁠ but that made‌‌​ him like it‌‍ even more.

Higher⁠ than “Star,” like​​​ the sun or‍‌ the moon. No,‌ beyond even that!​​

The⁠‍ sky that encompasses​⁠ everything.

‘Of‍ course. The class​‌‍ that will house​​ the Seven Stars‌ hero, the Heavenly‌‍ Sword, must be‌ on this level.’‌​‍

Proud⁠‌⁠ of himself, Speedweapon​‍‍ danced joyfully at‍⁠ dawn. It was⁠​​ a strange habit‍ that surfaced when⁠‌‌ he couldn’t contain‌​ his happiness.

His‌‌ cousin Rachel used​ to call it‌ “Monkey Magic” whenever⁠​ she saw it.​‌

Everything‌‌‌ had gone smoothly​ so far. Only⁠‍⁠ one last step⁠⁠ remained — getting‌​ approval from the‍‌ academy director.

In⁠ fact, the idea‍‌ to create the​​ new class had‌​ come directly from​ the director’s own​‍‍ mouth. So the⁠‌⁠ approval request was,​ in theory, just‌‍⁠ a formality.

However—‌⁠‌

In‌ front of the​‌ director’s office door,‌ Speedweapon was sweating‍‌ cold.

He‍ stared blankly at⁠ the shiny nameplate,‌‌ unsure what to‌​ do.

He’d⁠⁠ raise his hand⁠ to knock… and‍​​ then lower it‍​‍ again.

Speedweapon​‌​ was nervous.

‘A‍ private audience with⁠ the academy director…’‌

Even​ among graduates, very‍⁠‍ few had ever⁠‌ had a direct‌ conversation with her.‍‌‍

The⁠ director was always‌ so overwhelmed with⁠‌ work that getting‍ time with her​‍ was nearly impossible.⁠⁠‍

Even‍‍‍ teachers had to‍ book appointments six​ months in advance.‍⁠

‘Of​ course, the President⁠ goes into the​ director’s office like‍ it’s a playroom…’⁠‍‍

But‍‍ that was a quirk of Kang​‌ Geom-Ma. Speedweapon’s reaction⁠‍​ was the normal‌ one.

“Don’t​ be nervous, Speedweapon.​⁠‍ This is the‌⁠‍ last step and​ then you’re done.​ You’ll have lived‍ up to the​⁠‌ Director’s expectations.”

He​ muttered to himself​‌‌ in a resigned​‌‍ tone.

That’s⁠ when, suddenly, he⁠ heard an agitated‌⁠ voice on the​​‌ other side of​ the door.

“What⁠ the hell!? Now​‍ you suddenly call‌‌‌ me!? Where the​‌ hell have you‌‍ been hiding for‍ ten years!?”

Alongside‌​ the director’s voice,⁠⁠ another voice could⁠​ be heard.

— How have you‍ been, Duri?

A voice with a faint background noise.‍​ It sounded like⁠‌​ a speakerphone call.​

“I​⁠‌ told you not‍‍‌ to call me‍ that! What kind​​ of ridiculous nickname⁠ is Duri!”

— But you’re the⁠⁠​ second daughter, so‌‌ of course you’re​‍​ Duri.

Speedweapon‍‍ pressed his ear​‌‌ to the door.‍

The⁠‌ tone and voice​​ of the caller‌ didn’t seem unfamiliar.‌​

Who‌​ could it be?⁠⁠⁠

***​

As​​‌ soon as I arrived in my‍‌ dorm room, I collapsed onto the​‌ bed.

I lay there like⁠ a corpse for‍ several minutes. With‍‍⁠ my face buried‌ in the sheets,⁠ I slowly sat​‍ up.

“I’ll‍ sleep, but I should at least‍ shower first.”

I hadn’t properly bathed​ in three days,​​‌ and I felt​ disgusting.

I’d‍ seen too much⁠⁠​ blood in Hawaii.⁠⁠‌ I’d been drenched‌ in the blood‌‌ of dozens of‌​ dark elves. And‍ all I’d done‌ was wipe myself⁠⁠​ with a wet​​​ towel.

There‍‌ were showers available⁠​⁠ at the military⁠ base, but since‍ I was sharing⁠⁠ a tent with‌‌ Horn, I couldn’t‌‍ use them.

It‍‍​ might sound like⁠​⁠ an exaggeration, but​ sharing a shower‍⁠ with a girl?‌‌‌ From the perspective​‌‍ of someone who’d‍ been single their⁠ whole life, that‌‍​ was simply unthinkable.​‌

I got off the‌⁠ bed and walked‍ toward the bathroom,​ taking my smartphone⁠ with me to‍⁠ listen to music⁠ while I showered.​⁠

That’s‌‍‌ when—

Bzzzz.‌

The​ phone vibrated several‍ times. Missed calls,⁠ messages, various notifications‍‍‍ began flooding in⁠⁠‌ all at once.‍​ In Hawaii, I hadn’t had any⁠​ signal, so all⁠​⁠ the messages had‍ piled up.

While⁠ undressing, I checked‍‌​ the notifications.

A progress report from⁠‌​ Speedweapon.

He‌ had organized everything‍‌ neatly and sent‌​‍ it to me​ in a file.⁠

I let out a small laugh.

‘He⁠‍⁠ managed just fine‌ while I was⁠‍ gone.’

But—⁠

‘I​‌ don’t have time‍​‌ to go through‌ all of this‌ one by one.’‌‍⁠

Personal⁠ and work messages⁠ were all mixed‌​​ together.

At‍⁠ this rate, I wouldn’t be able‍ to shower or‍ sleep.

I quickly found a solution.

I spoke to the​ phone.

“Vixbig,⁠‌⁠ filter only the⁠ personal messages and⁠ read them out⁠​ loud while I shower.”

[Just​⁠‍ when it seems‍​⁠ like you’re about‍ to relax a little…]

A faint sigh bounced‌‌ off the bathroom‍​⁠ tiles. Though grumbling,‌‍ Vixbig began sorting​ the messages.

[Huh?]​‌

Vixbig​‍‌ let out an‍​ unusual exclamation.

[Mr.⁠‍‍ Kang Geom-Ma, this​‍ sender is a bit strange.]

While⁠ adjusting the water‌‍‌ temperature, I replied⁠‍ indifferently.

“If‍ it’s spam, block​ it.”

[It‍⁠ doesn’t seem like⁠​ spam. But how⁠​ should I put‌ it? The number‍⁠ starts with 019.​​​ It’s a very‌ old phone number⁠ format. So I did a reverse⁠‌⁠ lookup and…]

There⁠‍‍ was a brief‍‌⁠ silence.

Then,​⁠ Vixbig spoke again.‍​

[It’s‌‌‍ a message from‍‌ the former academy‍​‍ director.]

Fwoooosh.​‍‍

The‌ shower blasted out‌​ freezing water.

Ah,‍​​ damn it. I messed up the​​​ temperature setting.

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