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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 226 – Professor (2)

Chapter 226 – Professor (2)

With​‍ a hardened face,​​ Saki walked down​‌ the hallway wrapped⁠‌​ in the darkness‌‌​ of evening. The⁠‌‍ November air was⁠‌ cold. Even though‍ they were indoors,​ her breath came‍⁠ out in a visible white mist.‍

Thud.‍‍‌ Thud. Thud.

Her‍‌ footsteps struck the‍⁠ tiles heavily. Speedweapon​ reached out a hand.

“Wait,​‌‍ Saki…! Where are⁠‌​ you going in​ such a rush?”​⁠⁠

“Don’t​ you think we‍ should tell Geom-Ma?”‍⁠

“B-but⁠​ we’re not even​⁠‌ sure yet…”

“If⁠‌ you really care‍‌‍ about Geom-Ma, you⁠​‍ should tell him⁠ even if it’s‌​ not certain.”

“And‍ if what you’re‌ saying is true…⁠​​ do you think‍ senior Ha-na is‍ just some ordinary​‌ person? You know⁠ too, don’t you?‌‍ Meain Poison, the‍ one they called‍ ‘Power of Ten​‍​ Thousand’.”

Saki​‌ frowned.

‘Now​ everything makes sense.’‌

That​​⁠ time she interrogated⁠ San Ha-na using⁠‍​ the list of⁠⁠ faculty members, Saki⁠ had ended up‍‍ completely humiliated.

Even‍ she had to⁠⁠ admit that, at‌ the time, she‍‌ acted recklessly.

She⁠ had been too‍​ worked up, and‍ her words were​‌⁠ impulsive.

Thankfully,​ there were no‌⁠ witnesses—otherwise, it would’ve‍ been a disaster.​ Ever since, she‌ had tried to⁠‌​ avoid making hasty​‍ judgments.

She​ kept her suspicions‍‍ toward others to​ herself. Even so,‌ the doubt never⁠⁠ disappeared.

‘San‌ Ha-na.’

Her‌ first impression was⁠‌ someone tasteless and‍ odorless.

Her‍ speech, her grades,​ her behavior—nothing stood‌ out, for better‌​ or worse. Everything⁠ was in perfect‍‌ balance. And that‌ made Saki uncomfortable.​

How‍ could anyone, let‍ alone a teenager,‍‌ maintain such a consistent demeanor without⁠‌ a single crack?⁠‍

‘It⁠‌ just doesn’t make‌⁠⁠ sense.’

Saki‌⁠⁠ changed her thinking.‌⁠ Maybe it wasn’t⁠ an act.

Maybe⁠‌‌ senior Ha-na’s mind‌​ was already like⁠⁠​ a plant’s.

Among​⁠ people with deeply‍‍ twisted psyches, there​ were those who​‍​ discarded their emotions​⁠ like trash.

‘I’ve⁠ seen someone like⁠​⁠ that up close…’⁠⁠

Saki‍​‍ Kojima, the Absolute‌⁠‍ Archer.

He⁠ too had a heart as dry⁠ as cracked earth.‌

The⁠​⁠ bad feeling she​​‍ had about San⁠⁠​ Ha-na stemmed from‍​⁠ that experience.

Not​‍​ just anyone could‌ reach that level.‍⁠ Being able to⁠ sever all emotion‍​ required an almost​⁠​ divine state—something reserved⁠ only for high-ranking‍ heroes.

The‌​⁠ so-called awakened heroes.​‍

The​‍ closer one got‍ to the Awakening​‍ of a Gift,⁠ the more godlike⁠‍​ they became.

And‍‍⁠ gods demanded emotion​‍ in exchange for​‌ power.

‘Doesn’t‍⁠ matter if senior​‌ Ha-na used to‍‌ be the ex-director‍⁠‌ or not.’

What⁠⁠⁠ mattered was that​​ Saki saw in​‌ her the reflection​ of someone with‌ an inhuman mind.⁠‌⁠

That‌​ alone made her‌⁠‍ a high-level threat.‌​ She had to⁠‍​ be kept away​ from Kang Geom-Ma.‌ No contact, period.‌‌

‘And‍ it’s not just⁠ her.’

The‌​ Heavenly Class, opening⁠ in three days‌ under Geom-Ma’s initiative.​ Saki still wasn’t‌‌⁠ on board with​​‌ the whole idea.​‌⁠

Still,‌​⁠ she didn’t want⁠⁠‍ to stir things​‌ up, so she‍‍ kept her objections​​⁠ quiet.

But​ now there was‌ partial proof that⁠⁠ senior Ha-na wasn’t‍ what she appeared‌‌ to be.

‘Even​⁠ if the only​‌‍ testimony is from⁠​ Speedweapon.’

After‍ reviewing each event,‌ Saki’s eyes gleamed‍​ with conviction.

‘She​‍ approached Geom-Ma while‍‍​ hiding her true‌ identity.’

Her⁠‍ old paranoia started‍​⁠ to resurface.

She’d⁠ kept it under‍‍‌ control for a while, but now⁠ it was reignited.⁠​

‘At⁠⁠ this point, I can’t even trust⁠⁠‌ Abel or Rachel.’​‍‌

That’s‍⁠​ why she had⁠⁠ to be right‌⁠ next to Kang​‌ Geom-Ma.

The‌⁠‌ dark red spark‍ of her obsession‌‍‍ flickered again, born​‌ from her childish​​‍ sense of lack.​‍

‘I’m‍ not going to‍⁠ let those worthless​‌‍ women get near⁠​ him like it’s‍‍‍ nothing.’

Her​​ sky-blue pupils spun⁠‌ like turbulent spirals.⁠‌‍

Speedweapon,​‌‌ following behind, felt‍‍‌ a chill run‌⁠ down his back.‍‍‌

Even​‌‍ someone as oblivious‍​⁠ as him could⁠ tell that Saki’s⁠​ steps weren’t normal.‌‌​

“W-Wait,⁠‌​ wait!”

Panting,‍‍⁠ Speedweapon managed to‌‌ get ahead and‌‌ block her path.​​⁠ His gasping breath⁠‌ broke up his‍ sentences.

“Haa…‍​ haa… let’s be‍​⁠ rational, okay? It’s‌‌ crazy to say‍‌‍ that senior Ha-na​⁠ is Meain Poison.⁠ They don’t even​‌ look alike, and​ she’s shorter than⁠ the director.”

He​ paused. Sweat dripped‍​ as his eyes​​ darted around. Saki‍​⁠ looked sideways at‍‍‍ him and sighed.‍‍‌

“What,​ are you going‌⁠ to say her‌‍ body’s not the​‌‍ same as the‍‍ director’s either?”

“…Ugh.”⁠‍

Like‌‍ he’d been stabbed,‌⁠‌ Speedweapon clutched his​⁠‌ chest.

The‍‍ guilt burned inside.‍​⁠
Despite‌ his sleazy appearance,‍​⁠ he actually hated⁠ judging people by​​‌ looks.

Saki​⁠​ took a deep‌‌⁠ breath. The cold‌​​ early-winter air cleared⁠‍⁠ her mind. Once⁠ calm, she answered.⁠​⁠

“Do‍‌⁠ you even know​ what kind of⁠‍‌ family the Poisons‍ are?”

Speedweapon⁠​‍ shook his head.⁠⁠ Saki gave a brief explanation.

“The​‍‍ Poison family is⁠ the only direct‍ bloodline of the‍⁠ Ancients.”

“Ancients?‍ Wait… you mean…”‍⁠‍

“Yeah.‍ Humans whose lifespan‌ is many times​⁠ longer than ours.⁠‌‍ If senior Ha-na​ really is the‍⁠ ex-director, then she’s​‌ the same age‍​⁠ as Media—her twin⁠​ sister. Technically, she’d‌‍ be about seventy,​ but she’d look‍‍‌ eighteen.”

Speedweapon’s‍ jaw dropped.

The⁠⁠ director was one​‌‌ of those ancient​ humans mentioned in‌‍‌ textbooks? Saki continued.‌

“And⁠​ by the way,​​ I also found⁠​ out during an​ investigation—Media doesn’t show‌‌ her real appearance​​⁠ either. What you​ see is thanks​ to a Gift⁠ that makes her⁠ look older.”

“Why‌ would she even‌​​ do that…?”

“When‌‌‌ you first saw⁠ senior Ha-na’s appearance,⁠⁠​ what was the​ first thought that‌ crossed your mind?”‍

At‌ Saki’s question, Speedweapon‌​‍ hesitated before answering.⁠‍

“I⁠‌ thought… she looked‍ really fragile…”

“What‌ a nice way‍‍‌ to put it.​⁠‍ Inside, I’m sure‍ you thought, ‘Why‌ does that kid⁠⁠ have a body⁠‌ like that?’”

“Ugh…”⁠‍‍

“Anyway,‍‍ that’s why. Imagine​​ the director of‍‌ Joaquin Academy and‌ one of the​‍ Seven Stars looking⁠‌ like a little⁠ girl. What kind​‍​ of authority would‌ she have?”

“…Yeah,‍⁠ I see your​‌⁠ point.”

“So​ it’s not strange⁠ for senior Ha-na⁠ to look childish.​​ And those glasses?‍⁠ I’m pretty sure​ they’re not normal.⁠‍‌ Probably some special‌ tech to hide‍ her identity. Speedweapon,‌ do you clearly⁠ remember what Ha-na‌‌⁠ senior’s face looks‌ like?”

“Huh?‍⁠‍ Of course I…‍​​ huh? What? Why…‍‌‌ can’t I remember…?”‌

“You‍‍⁠ know I have​‌ perfect memory, right?⁠ Even so, I can’t recall her‌⁠‌ face either. When‌​ she’s in front⁠ of me, I think ‘Oh, that’s​ what she looks⁠⁠ like,’ but the​ moment I turn​​‌ away, it’s gone.”⁠⁠⁠

Speedweapon‍ nodded as he‍⁠ listened. The more‌‌​ he heard, the‌⁠ more confused he‍​‍ became. Ryozo continued.​‌​

“If​⁠‌ we go through‍⁠⁠ everything step by⁠ step, all signs‌‌ point to the⁠‌ same place. At⁠​​ the very least,​​‌ it’s clear senior‍⁠ Ha-na isn’t just⁠‌‍ a normal student.​ Whether or not​‌​ she’s the ex-director⁠‍ still needs to‌‍‍ be confirmed…”

Just‌‌⁠ then, her ears‌​ twitched slightly between‍ her light-blue locks.‍​​ A voice slipped​ into her ears‍​ through the silence⁠‌ of the building.‌‍

“…So,⁠ what do you​ think of me,​ Geom-Ma?”

It‌‌ was San Ha-na’s⁠​ voice.

“I​​​ think I’m doing‌ pretty well… for​‌ someone like me,‍‍‌ don’t you?”

Ryozo‍​ stomped hard on​ the floor.

***‍‍

Senior⁠ was sitting on‍​ the desk with‍​⁠ her legs crossed,‌​ elbows resting on‍‍ her knees, and​‌ chin on one‍‌⁠ hand. From that‌​ position, she looked‍​ me straight in‍​‌ the eyes.

Her​⁠​ eyes, large like‌ a deer’s, were​ lethal to any‍⁠ man. I had⁠​ to muster all⁠​ my mental discipline⁠​ to resist, thanks‌‌ to my “Mental‍‌‍ Spirit Level”.

“What⁠​ do you think‍ of my proposal?”‍

She‍ whispered with a smile.

“You​⁠‍ still haven’t assigned⁠⁠ a professor for​ the Heavenly Class,‌‍​ right? And you’ve​ been observing me‍ for a year.‌ What do you⁠ think of me​‍‌ as a teacher,‌⁠ Geom-Ma?”

This​ woman was asking‌​ something she already‍⁠⁠ knew the answer‌‍ to.

“And‌⁠ even if the‍​ main goal of⁠​‍ the Heavenly Class‍​ isn’t academics, the‌‌‍ students still have⁠​‍ to meet educational‍​ requirements. I could‍‍ handle that. I’m​ pretty good at​‌ teaching. Don’t you⁠‌ think I’d make⁠ a decent educator?”‌

If‍ she really had⁠ been the director,​⁠ then “pretty good”‌‍ was a massive⁠ understatement—her ability would‍ far surpass that⁠‍ of any current​⁠‍ professor.

I closed my eyes⁠‍ and rubbed my‌‌ forehead. Her dazzling⁠‌ gaze made it​ hard to speak.​​ For now, I decided to ask‍‌ a question.

“You’re‍‌‍ not going to‍‌ tell me your​ true reason for⁠⁠ wanting this role,​⁠ are you?”

“Nope!”‍⁠

…Yeah,⁠ I didn’t expect​‌​ her to.

“Let’s​ say I agree⁠‍​ to let you⁠ take the position.‌ Then what about‍‍ the director…”

“Oh,‌‍ I forgot to‌ mention—Duri already knows.‍‍ She knows I used the fake⁠​⁠ name San Ha-na‌ to enter the‍‍‌ academy through, well,‌ unconventional means.”

“…What?”⁠⁠

“And⁠⁠ that I’d apply‌‍​ to be the‍ teacher in charge​‌‍ of the Heavenly‍ Class too! I told her over‍‍​ the phone a week ago. Her⁠⁠‍ shocked voice was‌ so cute I recorded it. Want‍‌ to hear it?”‌⁠​

I passed. More importantly,‌‌ who records family‌‌ calls? How broken‍ was their relationship?⁠

I opened my eyes⁠​‍ again and sat⁠⁠‌ up straight, looking​ at Senior. She‍‌‌ smiled gently, like​ something amused her.‌

‘This​⁠‌ woman is Meain‌‌‌ Poison, the one‍ called Power of‍​ Ten Thousand.’

After⁠‌‍ discarding all irrelevant⁠ details, I focused‌​ on who Meain​‍‍ really was.

A heroine with power‍​‍ equal to or‍‍⁠ greater than the‍ Swordmaster, the strongest​ human alive. A former director of⁠⁠⁠ the academy. Her‍ titles alone were‍​‌ overwhelming.

Meain⁠ Poison as the⁠​​ head professor of‌ the Heavenly Class?‍ As long as‌ you ignored the‌ side details, no​‌‌ one would oppose​ it.

And​⁠ even if someone⁠⁠ objected, no one‍​ would dare say​⁠‌ it aloud. No⁠ one wanted to⁠ get torn apart.⁠⁠

‘They‌⁠ say more than​‌‍ a few heroes‌ have gotten beaten‌‌ up by her.’‌

In⁠⁠ terms of ability,⁠ there was nothing​⁠⁠ to criticize. As‍‍​ for her personality,​ they said she​ used to be​​ a bit temperamental,‌‌ but after living‌‍‍ alongside her for​ a year, she​ didn’t seem dangerous.​​⁠ At least not⁠ on the surface.‌

The​‌‌ more I thought​‌ about it, the⁠‍ more I leaned​ toward accepting her.‌ And it wasn’t⁠‍ personal affection, to‌‌​ be clear.

I’m⁠ not so generous‍ as to forgive‍‌ someone who hid‍‍ their identity to⁠⁠ get close to‍⁠‍ me. Honestly, Meain‌ still made me‍‌‌ uncomfortable. But…

The‍ Heavenly Class was​‍ created to prepare‌ for the Second‌ War between Humans‌​ and Demons. And‌ the demons would​ soon realize that⁠⁠ purpose. They’d try‌‌ to invade over⁠​‍ and over again,‌‌‍ aiming to kill‍‍‌ the hero and‍​ everyone around him.⁠⁠

‘And⁠ when that happens,‍‍ they’ll be dragged‌‌ into constant danger.’‌

Even‌⁠ if the class‌⁠ was completely sealed‍‍‍ off, the demons⁠ would look for‍​⁠ the slightest crack.⁠​

“……”‌

If‌ there were a barrier strong enough⁠⁠​ to protect the‌‌ Heavenly Class students⁠ from all that—‌​

I’d​‌ even accept help‌‍ from a little⁠‍ girl. It would‍ be a huge‌ relief. No—an ideal‌‌ outcome.

That’s‍ why Senior’s proposal‍​ was tempting. I wanted to accept⁠‍ without hesitation.

‘But‌ I can’t do‌⁠ that without knowing​ who she really​‌ is.’

I paused to think.‍ I had a feeling she wouldn’t‌ give me an‍ answer even if⁠ I poked around.‍‌ My brain was⁠​ racing. I finally​ lowered my voice.‌‍⁠

“Before​​ I appoint you,‍⁠ I want to‌​ ask you something.”‍

“Oh,​​‍ is this a real interview? It​‌‌ reminds me of‍⁠‍ 50 years ago…​ how exciting~”

Fifty‌‌ years ago, she‌‌⁠ says… those are​​ some distant memories.‍‍

“Alright.‍⁠‍ Since I dodged‍ a lot of‍​ questions already, I’ll​⁠​ answer this one‌​ honestly. Ask away!”‌

“Forty⁠⁠‍ years ago.”

Senior’s‍ expression stiffened slightly.⁠‍‌

“When⁠ the Sixth Corps‌​‌ Commander, Basmon, invaded—why⁠‌ did you do‍ nothing? Three of‌​⁠ the Seven Stars⁠‍ died in that‌‍ disaster. Avoiding something⁠‌⁠ that serious without‍⁠ a valid reason⁠ isn’t something to​ overlook.”

“…….”​

“I’m‍​‍ not trying to‍ blame you for‌‍ the past. I just want to​‍‍ understand your actions.⁠⁠ I want the​​ professor in charge‌⁠‍ of the Heavenly‌‍⁠ Class to have​‌ a strong sense‍‌⁠ of responsibility.”

Senior‌‍​ didn’t answer right⁠ away. She stepped​⁠ down from the⁠ desk.

“It​ was Duri who‌⁠⁠ stopped me.”

She‌⁠‍ regained a faint‌‌⁠ smile.

“Forty⁠‌⁠ years ago, I was on the​‍‌ verge of Awakening‍⁠ the Blessing. If‍⁠ I kept going,​ I might’ve stopped⁠⁠ being human.”

Her‌ voice was tight.‍

“As⁠‌​ you may have⁠‍​ heard, Duri and⁠‌‍ I had a falling out decades⁠⁠​ ago. She was‌‍ the one who​‍‌ stopped me when​ I lost control.”​

Her​‌‍ mint-colored eyes trembled.⁠‌

“That’s​ why… I… ended⁠ up hurting Duri.⁠‌‌ So… even if‍ it’s late, I want to make‌‌​ up for it.​ Somehow.”

Her‍ eyes shimmered faintly.‍⁠ I stared at⁠​‍ her, half-dazed, but⁠​ eventually made a decision.

“I⁠ understand.”

I still didn’t completely⁠‍⁠ trust her. Maybe⁠⁠‍ it made no⁠⁠‍ sense to say‍⁠‍ this now, but‍​‍ at the very⁠⁠ least, one thing‌​ was clear—her words,‌​ clumsy as they‌ were, were sincere.​​‍

“I’ll​‍ appoint you as‍⁠‍ the professor in‌‌⁠ charge of the‌ Heavenly Class…”

At‍‌ that moment—

BANG!​‌​

A loud crash rang⁠​⁠ out. The library⁠‌ door swung open‌⁠ violently, as if​ it had been⁠‍ torn off.

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