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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 230 – Subject (3)

Chapter 230 – Subject (3)

An​​‍ elegant interior, a room that looked​ like a hotel.‍ And yet, the​‍ atmosphere was quiet,‍‌‍ as suited a hospital room.

Saki‌⁠ Kojima was lying​​ in bed, the‌‌ backrest slightly tilted.‍​ At his side,‌‌⁠ his daughter Saki⁠ Hina was tending‍⁠ to him. Since‍ her father had​⁠‍ been hospitalized, she​‌ hadn’t left his​ side for even⁠ a moment. No,‍​ rather than a daughter tending to​‍⁠ her father, it‍ was more like​ a subordinate attending‌‌‍ to her master.⁠‌⁠

Slice,‍ slice.

Saki‍ Hina was peeling​ an apple. She‌⁠ glanced at him​ out of the⁠‌ corner of her‌⁠ eye.

Her‍ father was reading⁠⁠ a book. Judging‍‍​ by the cover,​​‌ it seemed to⁠‌​ be a historical‍‍ work about the‌‍ ancient Seven Stars.‌⁠⁠

“Do⁠‌​ you have something‍‌ to say, Hina?”​

Kojima’s​‌ sudden question made⁠ her shoulders jolt.‍ She nicked her‌‌​ thumb with the⁠​⁠ knife and started⁠​ to bleed. She⁠‍ quickly grabbed a tissue and wrapped​​⁠ it like a bandage.

“No,‍‍​ I just came⁠​ to check on‍‌⁠ your condition, Prime⁠⁠ Minister.”

“I’m​​‌ fine.”

“Yes…”‍‌​

Hina‍‍‍ finished cutting the‌ apple into bite-sized‍ pieces.

‘As‌​ if he’s really⁠ fine.’

Last⁠‌‌ night, her father‌ Kojima had been​‍‍ admitted with both​ ankles shattered. As‍ soon as she​​​ found out, she⁠⁠⁠ flew in immediately‍ from Japan.

Kojima​​‍ seriously injured? A Hero of the⁠‍ Seven Stars? Until⁠ she arrived, Hina⁠‍ had thought maybe‍‌ he had just⁠‌ fallen down the‍⁠ stairs. Even heroes​⁠⁠ could make mistakes‍ and bang up​ their knees.

It⁠‍ wasn’t the most⁠​‍ convincing explanation, but‍⁠⁠ it was the⁠‍ most acceptable. But‌​⁠ seeing him in‌‌​ person made it‌‍ obvious. Her father,⁠ Kojima, had taken‌‍​ a real beating.⁠‌

At⁠​ that moment, her‌‍ eyes widened in‍⁠‌ disbelief.

‘My​ father was beaten?’​

He‍ might not be⁠‍ at the very​​ top, but Kojima‌​‍ was one of‌​‍ the strongest humans⁠‌ alive. Why is⁠ he the most‌​‍ powerful man in​ Japan? Not because​⁠ he’s Prime Minister⁠‍‍ or the head‍‌ of the Kojima‌ Clan, but because‌ of his strength.‍⁠​

Kojima‌ is considered the⁠⁠ ideal of archers.​ In this modern‌ era dominated by​‌ firearms, he had‌‍‍ rendered projectiles obsolete.⁠

His‌‌ arrows traveled at⁠ subsonic speeds, and⁠‌ their destructive power​⁠⁠ rivaled ballistic missiles.‍‌ He had reduced‍ guns to mere​​‌ toys.

And‌⁠ that Kojima was‌‍‌ defeated by someone?​ Was that even‌‍ possible? Only two​ people came to⁠⁠ mind.

‘The​​ Swordmaster or Changseong.’​

But‌ there were no‌​‍ slashing wounds, so⁠‌⁠ the Swordmaster was⁠ out. And from​ what she knew,‌‍⁠ he was near⁠ the Gehenna Portal.⁠‍ As for Changseong,​‍​ he was also‌​‌ busy with official​ duties in Europe.‍⁠⁠

‘Both‍‍ are off the‍‌‍ list for now.’‍‌

Then,​⁠‍ by process of⁠ elimination, only two‌ candidates remained.

‘Media‌ Poison… or…’

…The⁠ Heavenly Sword, Kang​⁠‍ Geom-Ma.

Hina’s‍⁠ fingers trembled slightly.‍‌ The tissue wrapped⁠‌⁠ around her thumb‌⁠⁠ was already soaked.⁠ She shut her⁠‍ eyes tightly and​‌ shook her head.‍‌⁠

‘No,⁠ impossible.’

Just‍​ fractured ankles? If​‌⁠ it had been‌‌ Geom-Ma, he would’ve‍‍ severed the Achilles‌ tendons outright. He’s‌‌ not someone who⁠⁠ holds back like‍‌ that. In her⁠‍ mind, a film⁠ noir scene played‌ out.

‘Black.​‌ Sashimi. Barrels.’

A shiver ran down​ her spine like⁠‌ an electric shock.‌‌ Her back bristled,‌⁠ and her face‌‌ went pale.

Lately,​ even the color‍ black made her​​ nervous. She slept‍​​ with all the​‍‌ lights on out‍‌‌ of fear of​‌ the dark.

‘And‌ those dreams where‌‍‍ he shows up‌⁠ they’re giving me‍‌⁠ insomnia…’

Hina‍‌‍ took a breath.‍⁠ Calm, calm. Like​⁠‌ a mantra, she​​ repeated it several⁠‌ times. She tried​ to reassess the‌‍ situation calmly.

‘If‍ it wasn’t Geom-Ma,⁠‍⁠ then the only​ possible one is‌⁠⁠ Director Media.’

Comparing‌ the shattered ankles‍‌ with their relationship,⁠ it was the​ most likely option.‍ But it still​ felt strange.

‘Madam‍​ Media is powerful,‌⁠‍ sure, but…’

The‌ other three—The Heavenly‍​​ Sword, the Swordmaster,⁠‍ and Changseong—were clearly​⁠⁠ stronger than Kojima.‌‌⁠ But Media was‍‍⁠ known more for​ her intelligence. She​ didn’t seem like‌ someone capable of‌​ beating him so⁠ brutally.

Hina⁠‌ glanced to the‍​‍ side.

For​​​ someone who had⁠​ sustained serious injuries,‌ Kojima was far⁠⁠⁠ too composed.

The‍ only instruction he’d‌⁠ given was to​ keep the hospitalization‍ secret. Other than⁠‌ that, he just​⁠⁠ read in silence.‌​

‘If‍‌⁠ I ask who‍ it was, he​‍ definitely won’t say.’‌​

It‌⁠​ would be humiliating.‌⁠‌ And if she‌ dared to ask,​‌ she might even‍ be expelled from‍ the house.

Then,​ perhaps feeling her‍‌‍ gaze, Kojima looked​⁠⁠ up. His eyes⁠​ narrowed slightly with​‌ unease.

“Do⁠​ you have something​ to say?”

Hina⁠ flinched.

“Ah…‌ just…”

If‍‍ she hesitated, he’d⁠‍⁠ be suspicious. Her‌ father’s eyes, like⁠⁠⁠ a predator’s, could‍‌ detect lies instantly.⁠‍ She had to‌ say something—anything.

“I‌​ was wondering… about‌‍ Ryozo’s mother. My‌ stepmother. Where is‍ she?”

It‍​ was the only⁠‌‌ thing she could‍​‌ come up with.​ Either way, it‍‌⁠ was a question⁠⁠ she had always​‌ meant to ask.‍​‌

‘I‌⁠ made a promise⁠⁠ to Ryozo.’

She⁠​ didn’t have to⁠ keep it, but‍ her conscience wasn’t‌‍ completely dormant.

“……”‍⁠​

But‌​ it seemed like​ a bad choice.⁠‍​ Her father furrowed⁠ his brow. Hina⁠ lowered her head‌⁠ in silence. Her‍‌⁠ bangs fell like​⁠ a curtain.

“I’m‍ sorry, sir. I shouldn’t have asked⁠ while you’re in‌ a hospital bed…”​⁠

“It’s⁠‍​ fine.”

Tap.​​

Kojima⁠ closed the book.​​ Hina adjusted her​ hair and clothes.‍ After a few​⁠⁠ seconds of silence,​‍‌ Kojima spoke.

“I‍ don’t know why‌ you care, but‍‍‌ Ryozo’s mother is⁠⁠ in Korea.”

“Huh?⁠⁠ In Korea? Why…?”‍‌‌

Before‌ she could ask‍‌‌ more, Hina held‍ her breath. Her‌‍ skin crawled. The‍⁠ air grew heavy.‌ Her gaze turned‍⁠⁠ on its own​ toward the door.‍‍ A sound was‍ heard.

Thud.​ Thud.

The‍‌​ sounds of bodies‍ collapsing and knees⁠‍ shattering.

No,‍‍ wait… this is…‌

‘That⁠‌‍ black aura… it’s…!’​‌⁠

The​‌ memories from the​ day before came‍⁠‌ rushing back.

Creak.‌

The‌ door opened and‌⁠ shoes crossed the‍ threshold. A dark‍​ tide swept into⁠‌ the room.

“Y-you…!”‍

Hina’s‌‍ pupils dilated and⁠​‍ constricted. Black eyes.​‌​ Her mouth opened⁠ on its own.‍

“Heavenly‌ Sword…”

Kang‍​ Geom-Ma spoke.

“I‍​‌ didn’t knock because‌‌ the matter was‌⁠ urgent. Oh, right.​‍ Also—

He‌​ leaned against the‍⁠ wall and pointed‌⁠‌ outside with his‍‍ chin.

“I⁠ think you should‍ re-educate your men.”‌

Hina⁠ foamed at the‍‌ mouth and collapsed‌‌⁠ backward. It was‌ a hospital, but‌‍‌ in that instant,‌‌ her insomnia was⁠‌ cured.

Before‌ losing consciousness, she‌⁠‌ thought as her⁠ eyes closed. Nightmares​‍‍ always come without​‍ warning.

***‌‌

“…Your⁠⁠ entrance was quite‌ a spectacle, Heavenly⁠⁠ Sword.”

Kojima‌ frowned. I pulled‌ my finger out‌⁠⁠ of my ear​ and replied.

“The‍‌⁠ Joaquin Academy Hospital⁠​​ is a public⁠ facility. And yet‌ they let the⁠ hallway get blocked⁠‌​ up like a clogged sewer?”

“Ha…​‍⁠ Fine. Since there’s‌‌ space now, have⁠ a seat and‍‍ let’s talk.”

He‌‌ looked toward the⁠ chair where Hina‌‌ had been sitting.⁠‍‍ She had fainted‍⁠​ the moment I entered.

I lowered my gaze​‌ a little. Her‌‌‌ navy blue hair⁠ was spread across‌ the floor. I looked at her‍‌‌ briefly, then turned⁠ back to Kojima.‌⁠‍

‘He‍‌ doesn’t even flinch​​‍ with his daughter⁠‍‌ passed out on‌‍ the ground.’

Now‌⁠⁠ I was sure.‍ Just more proof​‌​ of his character.‍⁠‌ Just as Media‍ had said, he⁠​ was the one‍ who provoked Senior‍ Ha-na. With that​ confirmed, it was‌⁠ time to change⁠‍‌ my tone. I shoved my hands‍‍ in my pockets.‌‍​

“I’d‌⁠‌ rather stand. I don’t think this‍ will take long.​ And I didn’t​​​ come to debate.​‌ I came to​ inform you.”

Kojima’s‌⁠‌ gaze turned cold.‍

“Allow‌​⁠ me to warn⁠​ you. If you’re⁠‌‌ acting this arrogant⁠​⁠ just because you’re⁠‍​ one of the⁠‍‍ Seven Stars, you​ may come to‌‍ regret it.”

“This​‍ is how I act.”

I placed my foot‌‌​ on a chair‍ and leaned toward‍ him, looking down‍‍ at him.

“…Because‌‌‌ only with you,‌​⁠ Kojima, do I allow myself to‍‍⁠ be this disrespectful.​​​ I’m not a particularly tolerant person.”‌‍

“……”‌⁠⁠

Kojima’s​⁠ dark circles twitched.‌ His eyes burned⁠​ with rage.

“You’ve​‌ got guts. Fine‍​​ then, tell me.‍ What’s the reason‌​‍ you barged into‍​ my hospital and‌​‌ plowed through my⁠‌ guards? I hope​‌⁠ you have a legal justification…”

“I⁠ said I came​ to inform you,‍ not answer questions.⁠⁠‌ I’m the one‍ asking questions.”

“What‍ the hell—”

He‍​​ finally cracked. The​‌ veins in his⁠​ hand popped. But‍⁠‍ just as he‍⁠​ was about to​ erupt, I interrupted,⁠ whispering into his​ ear.

“What⁠⁠⁠ the hell did‌ you say to​ Meain?”

“……”​

He⁠​‌ went silent. Just⁠​ shot me a murderous glare. I returned it with⁠⁠ a cold stare.⁠⁠

The⁠ air froze. Then,‍​‍ Kojima let out‍ a bitter laugh.​ A crooked smile​‍‍ formed on his⁠​ face.

“I‍‌​ asked her to​ awaken my daughter,⁠‌ Saki Ryozo.”

“…What?”​​

“At​⁠ first, I asked​ her to awaken‌​⁠ me, but she⁠‌‌ said I was⁠‍​ too old. So‍ there was no⁠⁠​ other choice. The​ Kojima clan must‌ produce an Awakened,‍ and Ryozo is‍⁠ the only one‌⁠‌ with potential.”

“……”⁠

“Do​‌ you really think‍‍‌ I didn’t know?‌ Meain Poison, that⁠‌​ hypocrite, playing student⁠‍‌ in your club.‍ I noticed from⁠⁠​ the succession ceremony.‌‌‍ Come on! She’s‌​ my master. You‍‌‍ think I wouldn’t‍‍ recognize her presence?⁠ I’m an archer!​​‌ Maybe others wouldn’t,⁠ but nobody fools​ me.”

A murky laugh echoed⁠​‌ in the room.​‍‍

“Even‌‌ so, I smiled.⁠‍⁠ I thought it‌ was an opportunity.⁠ If there was‌⁠‍ a bond between⁠​ them, Ryozo would‍ accept any request⁠​ from Meain without⁠ hesitation.”

Kojima‌‌ continued rambling.

“If‍‌ you’ve already heard‍​‌ from Media how‍‌ I ended up​ like this, then‍⁠ I’m sure you‌‌ also know about​ Awakening. Yes. I plan to make‍⁠‍ my daughter Awakened,​‌ even if it⁠​‌ costs her humanity​‌⁠ and life.”

“Crazy‍​ bastard.”

“No.‌​ I’m completely rational.​ One day, my​ daughter will understand.‌‍ She’ll thank me‍​ for having my‍⁠‍ ankles broken to⁠‍ turn her into‍⁠ an Awakened.”

After‌ saying all that,‌‍ Kojima looked exhausted.⁠ I replied with⁠​ all the patience‍‌ I could muster.​

“Without​​ her consent? Why⁠ do something so⁠⁠‌ vile?”

“Geom-Ma,‍ you know better‍⁠ than anyone.”

Kojima‍‍‍ curved his lips.‍‌‌ Cold sweat slid‍ down his cheek.‌‌

“No‌ matter how hard⁠​ you try. In‌​ the end, the⁠ world only watches‍‍‌ the Hero. Even​ if you’re the​ youngest of the⁠ Seven Stars, you’ll‌‌​ never surpass him.‌⁠‌ The world will⁠ forget you and⁠⁠ worship him. I won’t let my‍​ daughter suffer that‌‍ same humiliation. What​‌ happened with my‍⁠ wife was enough.”‌

His​‍​ eyes gleamed with​ madness. Cold as​ ice.

“At‌ the very least,⁠ let her become⁠​⁠ an Awakened and‌⁠‍ leave something behind‍‍‌ for humanity. That’s‍​​ the minimum.”

He‌ placed his hands​​ on my shoulders.​⁠‌ My expression turned‍ to stone.

“Geom-Ma,‌ you’re Ryozo’s friend.‌ Please, if you‍ can convince her,‌‌ I’ll cancel the​‍⁠ warrant against Meain.⁠​ And as Prime⁠​ Minister of Japan,​ I promise full‍ support for the‍ Heavenly Class.”

“……”‌

I stared at him​ in silence, then‌ brushed his hands⁠⁠‍ off. I shook‌ off my shoulders⁠ like he had‌⁠​ tainted me.

I looked back. Hina,​‍ lying on the​‌ floor, was breathing​ faintly. She was⁠ pretending to be​​ unconscious, but she​‍‌ was awake. Her⁠‍ uneven breathing gave‌​ her away. I thought about nudging‍‍‍ her with my​‌‌ foot but let‌‍⁠ it go. What⁠ was about to​ happen wasn’t something​ she’d want to‌​‌ see.

Step.​‌​

I walked over to​ the window and⁠​‍ closed the curtains.​​‍ The room went⁠‍ completely dark. Kojima​ shouted.

“What⁠ do you think​‍ you’re doing?”

I didn’t respond. Instead,​​​ I pulled a sashimi knife from‍​‌ Daiso out of‌​ my coat. I wasn’t going to‌ waste a Murasame‌⁠ or Eternal Frost​‍ on this guy.​⁠⁠

Shiiing.‌

Kojima’s​⁠‌ eyes opened wide.‍ He shouted like‌‍⁠ he was having⁠⁠‍ a seizure.

“This⁠​ is a hospital!‍⁠⁠ I won’t tolerate⁠​ this kind of‌‍ threat, Geom-Ma!”

“As‍​⁠ you said, this​‌⁠ is a hospital.”​‌⁠

I placed the tip​‌ of the knife‌ in front of‌ his nose.

“And​ this isn’t a knife. It’s a scalpel.”

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