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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 228 – Subject (1)

Chapter 228 – Subject (1)

The‌ ground twisted in⁠​⁠ an instant. The​‍ wings of flocks⁠ of birds preparing⁠​ for hibernation could‌‍ be heard flapping​‌ as they rose​​​ into the sky.‍⁠​ Wild animals, terrified,‍​‍ were driven from‍ their homes, their⁠‍ eyes gleaming with‍ panic. The full‌‍​ moon hanging over‌‍ the mountain peak​⁠ visibly trembled.

With​‍⁠ that convulsing world‍‍‍ as a backdrop,​‌ Meain descended step⁠ by step down‌​ the stairs. With⁠ each beat of​‍‍ her clean, flat⁠ shoes hitting the‍‍⁠ ground, the earth‌‍​ and sky trembled.⁠

Thud.​⁠ Thud. Rumble.

Even⁠ so, Kojima feigned⁠‍ calm as he​ watched his master.‍

The⁠‍‌ surprise was only​ reflected in a brief shiver. Nothing​⁠ more.

After​ all, he had‌​ witnessed that power⁠‌​ a few times​​‌ before. Although back‍⁠‍ then, only from⁠ a distance…

‘She‌ must have weakened​‍ after wandering through‍ the Demon Territory,⁠‌​ but her presence⁠​⁠ is still overwhelming.’‍​​

It‌‌‌ was staggering. Was⁠ this what it​‌ felt like to⁠‍‌ witness the realm‌‌‌ of awakening?

Thanks​‍​ to that, his​ doubts dissipated. That‌‍⁠ glimmer he had‍⁠ seen decades ago—he⁠⁠ wasn’t sure back⁠ then. But now‌ he confirmed it‌⁠‍ with his own‌​​ eyes.

Kojima’s‌ lips twitched. Meain‌ spoke with a cold, sharp voice.​‍⁠

“So​⁠ there’s no misunderstanding,​​ this is not‌ the power of‌⁠ Awakening.”

“I⁠‌ know. But I also know that‍​ that depth of‍ power was strengthened⁠ thanks to the​ Awakening. And also…”​‍​

Kojima‌​‍ looked around. A purple veil enveloped‌ the area in‍​ the shape of‌⁠‌ a hemisphere. A subspace barrier had‍​ been deployed.

“Despite⁠‌ saying you’d kill⁠ me, you’re still‍‍⁠ benevolent. You’ve activated⁠‍‍ an entire subspace‍‌‌ barrier out of‍⁠‍ consideration for your​‌​ disciple.”

Meain‍⁠ let out a snort. Her steps⁠​ were slow but⁠⁠ elegant, firm, and​ she walked without‌⁠ hesitation toward her​ disciple.

“Unfortunately,‌⁠​ killing is not​‍ allowed within the‍⁠ academy. And the‌ children are probably​ already asleep—I’d feel‌​ bad if we⁠​‍ woke them with‍‍ such a commotion.”‌​

“You’d​​‌ feel bad, you‍ say…?”

The⁠ trembling gesture on​​‌ Kojima’s lips turned​‍‍ into a straight‌⁠ line.

With‍‌ a suddenly sorrowful‌ expression, he extended⁠ his hand to‌​‌ the side.

“And⁠⁠ do you not​‌‌ feel bad for​‌⁠ my wife? The⁠ one who died​ forty years ago‌​​ because you didn’t​‍⁠ go to war.”⁠‌‌

From‍​‍ his ring suddenly‍​ emerged the elongated‍‌⁠ shape of a bow. Unadorned, with​​ the natural texture​​​ of cedar. The⁠ S+ grade weapon,‌⁠ Ameno Habaya.

“If​⁠‌ I had had‍‍‌ your power, my‌ wife wouldn’t have⁠ died. Or at‍‌‍ the very least,‍ if she had‌​‌ died, she would’ve‍ awakened her Blessing‌ and wouldn’t have​⁠‍ been forgotten.”

Kojima‌ notched an arrow‌‌ on the bowstring.‌​‌

“…Kojima,⁠​ you really are‍ completely insane. Now‍ you’re trying to‍⁠‌ blame me for​‍ your wife’s death?”​‍​

“You‍ may despise me‌​ however you wish,⁠‌‌ Master. But today,‍‍ no matter what,‍ I must obtain‌⁠‍ the secret of‍‍ Awakening.”

Only‍ twenty paces away.‌⁠‍ The sharp arrow‍ was pointed directly‌‍‌ at Meain.

“I⁠‍‍ can’t allow my‌⁠⁠ daughter to become​‌⁠ someone forgotten by​ everyone.”

Meain‍ frowned.

“And​​‌ you’re going to‌ do all this‌⁠‍ out of selfishness?‌‍‍ Ignoring your daughter’s⁠‍ will and life?”​

“Someday,​ she’ll understand too.⁠​​ Because she’s the⁠ daughter of Kojima‌ Saki. It can’t‍ be any other⁠​ way.”

Finally,​‍‌ Meain let out​‍ a dry laugh.‌

“Pfft.‌ I really doubt‍⁠‌ that, you know?”‍⁠⁠

“And⁠​ on what grounds‌‍​ do you say​ that? I find​‍ that offensive.”

Then‌‌​ Meain, with a cold gaze, declared.‌‌

“Because​⁠​ she’s a member‌​ of my club.”‌‍

Boom.‌

A sudden explosion shook‍⁠​ the area. The‍ sound of impacts‍‌ rang out one‍ after another.

But​‍ all that chaos​⁠ was contained within​‌⁠ the subspace barrier​ surrounding the place.​

***‌​

A day passed, then​‍‍ two, then three.‌​

I leaned back in‍ the chair. The​‍‌ backrest tilted with⁠⁠ me. Completely exhausted,‌ the only thing​ I could move⁠ was my neck,‍‌‌ which lazily rolled​‍ from side to​ side.

“Ha,​ at this rate,‍‌ I’m gonna throw​⁠ out my back.”​‌

Exaggerating⁠ a little, I think over these​‌ past three days​ I slept maybe​‌ one hour per‌ day. That’s three⁠‌ hours total.

And​ it wasn’t even‌ proper sleep in‌​‌ a bed. It⁠ was more like⁠ a semi-conscious state,​⁠ slouched in a chair like I am now.

I’d​​​ been working to⁠ the brink of‌ death, literally. Even‍‍ so, what comforted⁠‌ me was that‍⁠ starting today, I’d​ finally be free⁠‌ of some of​​ that burden.

As‌​ I stared at​​ the ceiling of⁠ the private archive​‌‌ room, I muttered.‌

“Tomorrow‌⁠ the Heavenly Class⁠ is finally being‍⁠⁠ inaugurated.”

Since‍ it had to​‍ be kept secret,⁠⁠‌ speed was everything.​‌ And we managed⁠ to complete the‍ goal in just‌ one week after⁠‌ the decision was​​‌ made.

My‌​ teammates and I burned the midnight​⁠ oil to meet​‌ the schedule. Though‍​‍ some association staff‍‍ helped us from‌‌ within the academy,​ most of the‍‍​ operational work was⁠‍​ done by us.‍‌⁠

Remembering‌​‌ it made me⁠‍‍ chuckle.

The⁠ very students who​ were supposed to⁠ attend that class‌⁠⁠ were the ones‌‍​ who built it.​⁠‍ It was a little ridiculous. Normally,​⁠ that’s work for‍‍‍ adults, not teenagers.⁠ And on top‍‍‍ of that, none‍‍​ of them were⁠​‍ obligated to help.‌

And⁠‍ yet, they did‌⁠⁠ so with a sense of duty,⁠‍ volunteering from the⁠‌​ very start.

It⁠‍ all started the​ night Senior Ha-na‍⁠ visited us.

I took that opportunity⁠‍‍ to clearly explain‌‌⁠ why I wanted‍ to create the⁠‍‍ class. Up to‌‍ that point, I’d‌‍ always dodged the‌​ topic with vague‌​ excuses, but that​ night, I finally​‌​ let out what‌⁠ I’d been keeping‍ inside.

Of‍​⁠ course, I couldn’t‌​‍ say everything. There‍‌‌ are things that‌​ only make sense‌ if you know⁠⁠​ I’m possessed. So‌ I summarized it‍ in a way⁠ that made sense‌ in context.

The⁠ idea was this—I‍‍ formed the Heavenly⁠ Class with Leon‌ at the center.‍ Everyone selected had​‍ been carefully chosen,⁠ after much reflection.​ All with the⁠‌ purpose of helping​⁠ Leon achieve his‌​ Awakening as a Hero.

With‌⁠ my poor oratory​‍⁠ skills, I did⁠⁠ my best to⁠​​ explain everything.

They​‌ asked if it‌​‌ was really necessary‌‍⁠ to create a new class. I answered that the‍​ demons’ movements were⁠​⁠ far too suspicious.​

Also,⁠ since they were​‌​ close to me,​ there was a high chance they’d‌‍​ become targets. That’s​​⁠ why they needed‍‌ to understand how‌ unstable the situation⁠​‍ really was.

After⁠‍ listening to me,⁠ everyone wore a serious expression. Maybe​​‌ they already suspected‍​​ it, so it‌‍ wasn’t all that⁠ surprising.

After‌ all, in just⁠⁠ one year, two‌‍ Corps Commanders had‍‍ appeared. It was‍ more than obvious​​ the demons were​ up to something.‌ And if I,⁠⁠‍ a Hero of‍ the Seven Stars,‌ was confirming it…⁠‌‍

Their⁠‍ faces darkening was‍‌‌ natural. It would‌ be stranger if​‍ they just heard‍‍ all that and‍⁠ shrugged.

But‌ the worry didn’t⁠​ last long. Once‌ they understood the⁠‌​ gravity of the⁠⁠ situation, my teammates⁠⁠​ jumped in wholeheartedly‌‌ to help me.‍‍

They​ said they couldn’t​ sit by and‍‍‌ do nothing and⁠‌ stayed up all⁠ night working with‌ me. That hit⁠ me deep.

In‌ this life, I’m​‍ an orphan. My‍​ parents disappeared. If⁠⁠​ it hadn’t been⁠ for them, I would’ve kept living⁠​ in crushing loneliness.⁠ But they filled‍‍ that void. Without‍‍ them, I’d be⁠ just a thug​‍ with a sword⁠ in his hand.‍‌⁠

“How⁠ cheesy.”

I laughed to myself⁠‌ and slowly straightened‍ my back. Then‍ I started reading⁠‌ the news on⁠​‍ my phone. Since⁠ becoming a member⁠‌‌ of the Seven​‌ Stars, I’d picked​‍‍ up that habit.‌‍​

“Might‌‌ as well get‌ to know the​ big shots of‍​‍ the country—even if⁠‍ only by face‍ through a screen.⁠⁠‍ I don’t want⁠⁠​ to be the‌ idiot who doesn’t‌ recognize someone in‍‌ person.”

If⁠‍‍ I pretended not‍⁠​ to know them,‍​​ my reputation would​​​ tank. I wouldn’t‍⁠ care, but I have to protect⁠‍ the image of‍ the Swordmaster, who​‍‍ recommended me.

“Up​‍⁠ early… what a life…”

In‍ my past life,‌‌ I used to⁠⁠ follow the boss​‌ to the fish‍ market at dawn.⁠ Now, instead of⁠ reeking of fish,‌‍​ I start the‌​⁠ day smelling ink​ on print.

『Former​‍‌ director of the⁠​ Lancelot Agency resigns​ due to corruption.‌ New director appointed‌​ All Mute, Khan‌‍‍ Elizabeth.』

『Mao⁠ twins of the⁠ Iron House declare,​⁠​ “Regretful of our‍ past deeds, we‍ have decided to‍​⁠ retire to the‍⁠ Shaolin temple.”』

Names⁠⁠ vaguely familiar filled‍‍ the headlines.

“All⁠‍‍ Mute taking over⁠‍‌ that agency is⁠‌‍ fine but seriously,‌‌ those trash twins‍‍‍ went to a Shaolin temple?”

I couldn’t believe it.​⁠⁠ Doubting the article,‍‍⁠ I checked their⁠ photos. They were‌ fully shaved and‌‌ doing the Shaolin⁠​​ salute seriously. They⁠⁠⁠ even had eight‌‍‌ dots tattooed on‍ their foreheads.

“They‍⁠ really reformed? Those‌​‍ bastards?”

Well,‌‍​ nothing could erase‌ the atrocities they’d‌‌ committed. Better for​‌ society that they‍‍ isolate themselves.

I kept scrolling. I’d⁠ already read the‍​ big headlines. Time‍‍​ to skim the⁠​ smaller stories.

That’s‌​‌ when a tiny‍‍ article in the⁠​‍ corner caught my‌ eye. I almost⁠⁠⁠ missed it.

『Saki​⁠ Kojima, during his‍​‍ visit to Korea,⁠‍ is admitted to‌​ Joaquin Academy’s affiliated​‍​ hospital due to‌ health issues. Spokesperson‌‌ assures it’s just‍⁠ the flu. (…)』​‌⁠

I frowned.

“Why’s⁠‍ this buried so​ deep?”

Even‌‌ if it’s just​‍ the flu, if⁠‍‌ it affects a Hero of the‍‌‌ Seven Stars, that’s‌​‍ an international security⁠​ matter. There’s no‌⁠ cure for age—most⁠ of the Seven​‌‌ Stars are in⁠‍‌ their seventies. A minor illness could‌ become serious fast.‌​

The‍ health of the‌‌ Seven Stars is​⁠‌ the safety of​​ humanity. If one‍ of them falls​ ill, the whole⁠​​ world panics. The​ press and public‌⁠‌ getting worked up‍ is normal.

But⁠ this article was‌ barely visible. That​⁠ could only mean⁠‍ one thing. Kojima’s‍​‌ office was trying‍ to suppress it.⁠​​

“This‌⁠ must’ve slipped through‍‌​ accidentally.”

And⁠ seriously—hospitalized for the​⁠ flu? Come on.​ He’s not a baby; he’s an​‌ old man over‍⁠ sixty.

Almost⁠‍ confirming my suspicion,‌‍ the article vanished‍ instantly. In the‌‌ blink of an‍‌​ eye.

“Now‌ it doesn’t even‍‍ sound like the‍​‍ flu.”

I stared at the⁠ screen a moment‌​​ longer, then turned⁠ off the phone​⁠​ and massaged my‍⁠​ eyelids.

“I’m‌ the one who‍ should be hospitalized,‌​ and I’m here​‍ worrying about someone‍​ else.”

On⁠ top of that,​ Kojima’s a detestable​⁠‍ person. Even the‍​ Swordmaster and Changseong,​​ who can’t stand⁠‍ each other, would‍ temporarily work together⁠ if he was‍⁠​ involved. And his‌ own daughter couldn’t⁠‍ stand the sight‍​‍ of him.

My‍⁠⁠ impression wasn’t any​⁠‌ different.

Although⁠​‌ he seemed friendly​ on the surface,⁠‍ his speech was‍ twisted. He always​​⁠ made me feel​ like he saw‍ people as tools.‍​‌

‘If⁠ he were really‌‍ sick, he would’ve​ gone back to⁠⁠⁠ his own country.⁠‍‍ Not to the‍⁠​ academy hospital.’

I closed the train‍ of thought and⁠ got up to‍‍​ shower. That’s when​​ the phone buzzed.​

Bzzz—⁠‌

I calmly looked at‍​ the back of⁠⁠ it and brought‍‌ it to my⁠⁠‌ ear.

“Yes,​ Director.”

[Ah,‍‍⁠ Geom-Ma. You picked‍ up fast.]

A somewhat nervous voice.‍ I could clearly‌‍ feel what Director‌‌‌ Media was going⁠⁠ through—discomfort.

“Did‌ something happen?”

[It’s⁠ just that… you‌ see…]

Media‌‌‍ composed her tone‌‌ before continuing.

[My‌⁠ sister… Meain Poison,‍ did she tell‍⁠‌ you anything?]

“Three‍ days ago she⁠ came in person‍‌​ and told me⁠‌ she was accepting⁠ the role as⁠ the teacher in‍ charge of the‌ Heavenly Class. So​​​ yesterday, we officially​‍ registered her name​ as the Heavenly‍‍⁠ Class instructor. Everyone‍‍⁠ who needed to​‌ know already knows,‍‌⁠ but the official⁠‍⁠ announcement will be⁠​ made this afternoon.‌ Along with the⁠ news of her​‌ return.”

[Ah,⁠​​ that too, yes…​ But that’s not‌​⁠ what I called‌ about…]

There‌‌ was a silence,‍⁠‍ then Media let‌⁠​ out a deeper‌⁠⁠ sigh.

[See…‍‍ my sister… Meain‍ Poison… it looks‌ like they’re going⁠‍‌ to issue a warrant for her‌​⁠ arrest…]

“Excuse​⁠ me?”

What​ the hell? Arrest‌​ warrant? Bounty? Why?⁠​​

[Listen‌​‌ calmly and don’t‍‌ freak out…]

Media‌ let out a bitter laugh, like‍ she was in​ pain.

[…Your‌‍⁠ homeroom teacher… left​ the Prime Minister​ of Japan half-paralyzed.]‌

My​ phone slipped from‌ my hand. The​ screen that hit‍‌​ the floor shattered‍ like a cracker.‌‌​

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  • 2 weeks ago

    Good he deserves that. Maybe he’s acting to arrest meain because he have a grudge against her cause he thinks she was reason his wife is dead well whatever even he die its doesn’t change a thing.

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