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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 224 – Conception (3)

Chapter 224 – Conception (3)

I finished showering first.⁠⁠‍

“So,⁠ among all the⁠​⁠ messages that came‌‌ in, you’re saying‌​ one was from​ the former academy‌‌ director?”

I asked while drying‍ my still-wet hair.‍⁠ It seemed Vixbig‍ had organized what‌ it wanted to‍‌ say while I was in the​​⁠ shower, because it⁠​ suddenly started speaking‌‍ all at once.‍

[Yes.⁠‌‍ I checked it⁠ several times and⁠‌​ it’s confirmed. It​‌ was a missed‌​ call registered from‌ the former director’s‍ number.]

“I‍​ see who the‍‌⁠ sender was. But‌ who exactly is‍‌‍ this former director?”​

[You⁠​ don’t know who‌‌ the former director‍ is…? That famous⁠ figure? Have you‍‍ been living in​ another world? Vixbig‍‌⁠ is deeply shocked!]⁠‍

Its‍​⁠ disbelief showed in‌‍ every word. Though,‍ in this situation,‌ I was the​‍‌ one most confused.‍​

‘How​ famous could they⁠ be to treat‌ me like an​⁠ alien just for​‌ not knowing them?’‌⁠

Well,‍‍‍ technically, I had​‍⁠ come from another⁠‍‌ world, so I couldn’t really complain.​‌‍

‘But‍‍ if they were‌‍‌ so famous, why​‍ were they never​​ mentioned in the‌⁠​ game?’

It‍‍‌ was strange. When‍ I was a player, there was‍‍ plenty of information⁠ about the current​ director, Media.

After⁠ the war began,‌ Media was remembered‌​ as the greatest‌​ director for her⁠ sacrifice in protecting‍​‌ the students.

There‌⁠ were even times‍‍​ when communities were⁠ flooded with topics⁠ about her. Ridiculous‍⁠‍ posts like “Even​‌ at over seventy,⁠‌ Media is still‌‌‍ incredible.”

‘Though‍​⁠ that was really⁠ over-the-top.’

Anyway,‌⁠⁠ a popular figure⁠⁠⁠ like Media was‍⁠​ at least known.‍⁠ But about the⁠ former director, there​‍⁠ wasn’t a single​⁠⁠ reference in the‌‌ game.

From‌⁠​ a player’s perspective⁠ like mine, that‍⁠ could only mean‍​‌ they weren’t relevant.‌⁠‌

[Vixbig​ can’t believe you‍⁠ don’t know. I even joined her‍‌‍ fan club!]

So‍⁠ it wasn’t that‌ I lacked knowledge.‍‍‍ It was just‍⁠‌ that Vixbig was‌ an over-the-top fan‍ of the former‍‍‍ director.

Now​‍‍ that I thought​‌‍ about it, it⁠​‌ was suspicious.

Not‍‍‌ even an AI​​ can instantly recognize‍⁠‌ a phone number⁠​ unless it already⁠‍‌ has it saved.‌​‍

It​ all fit. I gave a bitter​‌ smile.

‘I⁠​​ should’ve noticed sooner.’‍⁠

I sat on the‍ window ledge, feeling‍ the night wind‌​‌ move through my⁠​ hair.

There’s‌ definitely no better​ hairdryer than natural⁠‌ wind.

“Setting​ aside why the‌‌ former director contacted‌​‍ me, explain who⁠ she is.”

The‍‍‌ fact that she‌‌ contacted me was‌‌ surprising, but not‌ that shocking.

My⁠⁠‍ call logs included‌‍ politicians and famous‍ entrepreneurs. It made⁠‍‌ sense, since I was now a Seven Stars hero.​

Even‍‌‍ the President of⁠ the United States‍⁠​ sent me greetings⁠‍ three times a day. So a message from the‍ former academy director⁠‌​ wasn’t a big⁠​ deal.

‘Though⁠‌ it was unexpected.’‌​

Then⁠ Vixbig suddenly laid⁠‌‍ it all out,‍‍ like a broken‌ record.

[The⁠​​ name of the‌‍‍ former director is‌ Meain Poison. Her‌⁠‍ nickname is “Meain⁠‍⁠ of the Strength​‍‌ of Ten Thousand.”⁠​ She earned that​⁠‍ name because it​‍‍ was said she​ possessed the strength‌ of ten thousand⁠‍‌ heroes. Among current​⁠ heroes, there’s no⁠​ one who can‌ surpass her in‍⁠ power.]

“Poison…?‌ Is she related​‌‌ to the current‌‌⁠ director?”

[That’s‌⁠‌ right. They’re twin‌ sisters. Meain is​⁠​ the older sister.]​‍

Twins⁠‍⁠ — that was‌‌ surprising. The Poison‍‍ family was something⁠​​ else, producing two​​ academy directors.

And⁠ as I thought⁠‍ that, Vixbig continued,​‍ excited.

[And​ not only was​​ she physically strong!‌‌‍ She was also⁠‍ tremendously intelligent! She​⁠​ was director of‍ Joaquin Academy, which⁠⁠ proves her intellectual⁠‍‌ capacity. She was,‍‌⁠ in short, an​‌ almost perfect heroine.]‌‍

“I’ve⁠ got a question.⁠ If she was‌ so strong, why‍‍ isn’t she one‌⁠​ of the Seven​‍ Stars? From what‍⁠‌ you’re saying, she​‍ seems even stronger‍‍ than the Sword‍‌ Master.”

[First,​ answering the latter​ — yes, Meain‌​⁠ is stronger than​⁠​ the Sword Master.‌ Even if it’s‌⁠ just a rumor,‌ he himself acknowledged‌​ it. It’s not‌‍ that the difference‍ in power is​‍ huge — maybe‌⁠‍ just a single‌⁠‌ blow’s worth.]

“How‌ can that be?‌‍ The Sword Master⁠‍ was considered the‍‌‌ strongest of humanity.”⁠

Vixbig​​⁠ smiled — or‍ at least, it​ seemed like that​ to me.

[That⁠ connects to the‌ first question. Why‍⁠‌ isn’t such a powerful heroine part⁠⁠ of the Seven⁠ Stars? Why doesn’t‍⁠ she claim the⁠​‌ title of strongest?⁠​ Well, the reason‌‌​ is simple…]

It‌‍‍ paused dramatically, like‍​⁠ at the end‌‌​ of a speech.‍

[Because‍⁠ she’s the embodiment​ of “I can’t⁠⁠​ be bothered”! ‘Everything’s​‌⁠ a hassle, so‌⁠ I’ll just step‌⁠ away from the​⁠​ world.’ Ah, so‌ romantic! After hearing⁠‌ that, Vixbig also⁠⁠ tries to follow‌ her example.]

“…….”⁠‍

My​​​ neck hurt from‍‍​ sheer disbelief. So⁠⁠‍ when the Corps‌​‌ Commanders attacked, and‌⁠​ everyone was fighting,​ she just didn’t⁠​‌ join in because⁠ she couldn’t be‌⁠‍ bothered?

A heroine stronger than‍‌ the Sword Master?⁠‌‌

‘Now⁠ that I think‌ about it, when‌ Media told me⁠‌‌ why she became​ academy director…’

It​⁠ turns out it‌​‍ was because her‍‍‌ sister, the former‌ director, simply washed‌ her hands of⁠‌ the matter.

I thought it was‍ a joke. But‌​ it was real.​

Once⁠‌​ again, I was‍ reminded that in⁠‍ this world, hardly‍‍ anyone is “normal.”‌⁠

Even‌‌ the artificial intelligence​⁠​ was halfway twisted.⁠

The‌‌‌ fact that an‍⁠​ AI like Vixbig⁠​ idolized someone for‌ their laziness was‍⁠ worrisome. I should​‌​ consider getting it‍​ checked.

Maybe‌‌ I should talk‍ to Ryozo about​‍⁠ formatting it.

Apparently,⁠ Vixbig picked up​⁠ on my thoughts,‍​​ because it quickly‌⁠ said—

[N-no,⁠​‍ no! When working‍‌​ for humanity, I’m‍⁠⁠ a very diligent‌ AI! My admiration‌​ for Meain isn’t​‌ for her laziness,‍ but for her⁠‍‌ great legacy at‍​⁠ the academy!]

How‍⁠​ quick to sense‌​ danger. This AI⁠ definitely seemed even⁠‌ more dangerous now.‌

“In‍⁠‌ any case, without‌‍‌ me saying anything,‌‌​ you sent a message to the‌⁠ former director, didn’t​‍ you?”

[S-sorry.]‍‍

Pressing​⁠‌ my temples, I asked.

“Don’t⁠‍ panic. What did⁠⁠ you write?”

[Something‌⁠ like… ‘It is‌‍ an honor to⁠‍‌ receive a message‌ from the honorable​⁠ Meain Poison. It⁠‍ would be a pleasure to respond‍​ if you’re willing‌⁠ to continue the‌⁠ conversation.’]

“In​‌ summary.”

[‘Please‌‌ reply to this​‍‌ message.’]

“Did‌‍ she respond?”

[Until⁠‍⁠ a moment ago,⁠ no…]

Ring~‌

[…But‌‌ she just now‌​ sent a reply.]​

What‌‌​ ridiculous timing.

“What‍⁠⁠ did she say?”‌‌⁠

[She⁠‍ wants to meet​‌​ you in person‍‍​ to talk about​ the new special​ class. She says‍​ to wait — that she’ll come.]‌​

“How‌‍ the hell did⁠‍‌ she find out⁠‍‍ we’re creating a special class? Has​‌⁠ the news already‍‌⁠ leaked?”

[Impossible.‍​ I have full‍ control over recording‌⁠ devices and no‍​‍ leak has been‍​ detected. Besides, everyone​‍​ involved is keeping‍⁠‍ it strictly confidential.]⁠​

“Then​⁠⁠ how the hell⁠‍ did someone that⁠ old find out?”​‍‍

[She‍‍ doesn’t say… but‍ there’s a postscript.]‍

“Read‍‌‍ it.”

[P.S.:‌ Please, when we​‍ meet, don’t bring⁠‍‍ sashimi from Daiso.]⁠

Vixbig‍ delivered the message⁠ in a solemn‌ tone.

[Respectfully,​​‍ Meain Poison.]

***‍‍

A week passed.

A chaotic week, to⁠⁠⁠ the point that​‌ what happened in‌‍ Hawaii now felt‌ like a midsummer‌‌​ night’s dream. There⁠​ was no better​⁠⁠ expression than “not​ even having time​‍‌ to blink.”

During⁠ the day I attended every class​ without fail. When‍​‍ the sun went⁠ down, I dedicated‌ myself to resolving‌​⁠ the official matters⁠‌ that had piled‍ up.

And⁠‌ besides, there were‌‌ four days left‌‌ until the creation⁠ of the new‌‌⁠ Special Class. Ah,‍‌‍ right. Today’s almost⁠⁠ over, so actually‍ there are only‍​‌ three.

“I’m​‍‍ so busy I’ve⁠ even lost track​‍ of time.”

Fortunately,‍ when it came‌ to studies, official‍​‌ work, and the⁠ founding of the​‌ new class, I had assistants for​ each task.

For​ my studies, I had Ryozo. After‌​ class, she gave⁠⁠‍ me private tutoring.‌⁠‌

‘What‌ if I take​‌​ it a bit​⁠‌ easier?’

That​‍ thought was immediately‌ rejected by Ryozo​⁠‌ with cutting coldness.‍ She said that‌⁠ the higher you⁠ climb, the more‌‌‌ knowledge you must​ have.

Wisdom‍‌⁠ is born of‌‌‌ knowledge, she claimed.⁠

I had no arguments​ to refute her.‌ So, without complaining,‍⁠‌ I also dedicated⁠ myself to studying⁠‌ diligently.

‘For​​​ Blessing Specialization Theory⁠​⁠ and History, you‍ only need to⁠‍ memorize the period⁠​​ between year 563‌‌ and 741. The⁠⁠ questions will only‌ come from that.’‌⁠

‘You‍‍​ mean they’ll definitely‌ be from there,​​⁠ not just probably?’⁠‌

Ryozo⁠ would lightly tap⁠ her temple with‌‍ the eraser of⁠‍ her pencil.

‘I‌ memorized all the‍‍ exam questions from‍ the last twenty⁠‍‌ years. That’s how‍‍⁠ you spot the​⁠ patterns what comes⁠‌⁠ up and what‍‌ doesn’t.’

Damn⁠‌ it. That way​‍ she pointed out‌‍‌ only the essentials‍⁠‍ and dismissed everything⁠​ unnecessary. A thoughtful​ gesture, knowing I didn’t have time​⁠‍ to spare.

‘Studying​‌ just to pass‌ isn’t ideal, but⁠‍⁠ it’s still necessary.​‌ The questions are⁠​‌ written by Joaquin⁠⁠ Academy’s own professors.⁠ It’s not about‍ guessing a multiple⁠ choice — you‍⁠‌ have to write.‌ This will be​​‍ useful when you​⁠​ fulfill your duties​​ as one of​ the Seven Stars.’‌‍

As⁠‌ for the official⁠‍ work of the‌ Seven Stars, I was helped by‌⁠‍ Vixbig.

An​​⁠ artificial intelligence that​​ boasted about being‍‌‍ lazy, but when⁠​​ given an order,​‍ carried it out‍‌ diligently.

‘Beep‌‌‌ beep– I, Vixbig,​​​ declare a strike⁠ for today!’

On​​⁠ days when she‌‌ complained particularly loudly,⁠‍ I’d simply swing⁠‍‌ a sword nearby.​⁠​

Then,​‌ without saying another‌ word, she’d process​ document after document.‍​‌

‘Huff,‍‍ my life…’

Even‍⁠‌ if her ideology⁠‌ was questionable, thanks‌⁠⁠ to her the⁠⁠‍ paperwork didn’t pile‍‌ up into an⁠‌‌ impossible mountain.

The⁠ creation of the‍⁠​ special class was​⁠⁠ Speedweapon’s responsibility.

Not​ only did he⁠‌‍ do what was‍⁠ asked, he also‌ added his own‌ ideas to the​ reports he sent‌ me. Speedweapon was​ especially motivated with⁠​​ this project.

‘W-well…⁠ I mean, sir‍​‍ Heavenly Sword! Here’s‍‍ the situation report!’⁠‌

‘Can’t‍ you just keep⁠‍⁠ calling me “President”‌‌ like before? It’s​​‍ really uncomfortable for⁠​‌ me.’

‘A-ah,‍ okay… okay.’

Like‍ that, all I had to do‌ was receive perfect‌​‌ reports and sign‌‌​ them.

My‍ only role was‌‌​ that of the​⁠​ approver.

Inside‍‌‍ the file the‌ academy director had​⁠⁠ assigned to me‍ for handling these⁠ matters…

“Haaah…”​

I collapsed, exhausted, on⁠‍​ the desk. Once​​ again, I felt‌‌​ deep gratitude toward‍‍​ Ryozo, Speedweapon, and​‍ Vixbig. Without them,​‌ I wouldn’t even​‍ be able to‍⁠ lie here like‍‍ this.

After‍⁠ lying around like⁠⁠⁠ a zombie, I picked up the⁠‍​ pen again.

They​⁠​ could handle the‌ process, but approving‌​‍ the decisions was‌‌ still my responsibility.‌​​

That’s‌⁠ why the workload‌‌‌ was still immense.⁠‍

And‍‍ it wasn’t a metaphor — there​ was literally a mountain of papers⁠​ on the desk.​

I let out a sarcastic laugh.

Now‍‌ I understood why‌‌ Media had wanted​ to resign from⁠⁠ the director position⁠‌​ so quickly.

Her‌‌ deep dark circles,‌‌‍ impossible to hide​‌ even with makeup,‍‍‌ now also reflected⁠⁠ beneath my eyes.​‍

My​⁠⁠ right hand, blistered,​⁠ moved the feather​ pen gently.

The‍‍ pen fluttered softly.⁠⁠

‘I​‌ always thought feather‍‌‌ pens were just​‌​ for show, but‍‌‍ no. They’re actually⁠‌‌ practical and lightweight.’⁠‍​

Darkness‍‌‌ fell like black⁠⁠ ink. Moonlight filtered‍⁠ in through the⁠⁠⁠ window. The stars‍ dissolved like dust‍‍‌ in the deep‌​‍ sky.

Only​‌ the scratchy sound​‍⁠ of paper tearing‍⁠ through the silence⁠ of the night.‍‍‍

Knock,​‌ knock.

A knock was heard‌ at the door.‍​​

Without‍‌​ taking my eyes⁠‌ off the documents,‍ I answered.

“Come‌‍ in.”

The⁠ only ones who​ could be coming​‍⁠ to see me​‍ at this hour‌ were Speedweapon or⁠ some staff from‍ the association.

As‍‌‍ if responding to⁠ my call, the‍ door slowly opened.‌‌‍

Creak.‍‍

I glanced sideways.

At‍⁠ that moment, the‍ pen spinning in⁠​ my hand stopped.⁠‌

A completely unexpected person‍​ entered the room.⁠

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