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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 231 – Kojima’s Daughter

Chapter 231 – Kojima’s Daughter

Kojima‌‌ faced the sashimi⁠ blade. That threat,⁠‌​ that gaze full‌‌‌ of hostility—it was⁠ a situation far⁠ too familiar to‍‌ him.

With‌‌⁠ his blue eyes,‌ he looked past‍ the knife at‍​ the young man⁠ wielding it. Kang‌‌‍ Geom-Ma’s face was⁠ calm, but his‌‍⁠ eyes were feral.‍

‘This⁠ isn’t a kitchen​⁠‌ knife. It’s a scalpel.’

Kojima⁠​‍ smiled to himself.⁠

‘Well,‌ you’ve got to‌⁠ admire the nerve.’‌

He’d⁠ burst into his‌ hospital room with​⁠⁠ a cheap sashimi​‌ knife. Had just‍‍⁠ neutralized the entire⁠⁠ security team in​‌ one blow—though they‍‌​ were all still‌⁠‍ alive. He’d done​​‍ it using sheer⁠⁠ mental force. To‍ handle a field‌​‌ like that so​‍ deftly at his‌​ age…

‘Heavenly‌ Sword really is‌‌ a monster.’

For‍‍​ a genius, age‌⁠ was just a number. Only those‌‍ with nothing else⁠‌​ to offer clung‌​​ to their age‍‍ like a badge‌ of honor.

Kojima‍‌​ knew this well.⁠‍⁠ He, too, had‌‍ become one of‌ the Seven Stars⁠⁠​ just after turning‍⁠ twenty.

‘But​‌ between him and⁠⁠ me the gap​⁠‌ is immense.’

A difference in strength.​​​ Even if they⁠‌⁠ were both hailed‌​‍ as heroes of⁠‌ humanity, he didn’t‍ hold a candle‌ to him. Kojima​ knew that. And​​ he wondered—if that​‌ boy received the‌​​ secret of the‍⁠ Blessing Awakening from​‍⁠ Meain, how far‍ could he go?‌‌

‘A​​ Kang Geom-Ma who⁠ has Awakened.’

You‍‌ wouldn’t just be‌‍ unable to sit​​⁠ beside him. You‌ wouldn’t even be‌​ able to meet​ his gaze. He‌ might even surpass⁠​⁠ the legendary Balor‍ Joaquin. And yet,‌‌‍ he still wasn’t⁠‌ the Hero. He‍‍‍ kept stumbling against‍‌⁠ that invisible wall.​‍

“Geom-Ma.”‌‍

This​​ time, he used‌​​ his name, not​‍ the title. His⁠ voice was solemn‍⁠ and cold.

“If‍⁠⁠ you want to,​⁠‌ you can stab‍‍ me with that‌‍ knife. Even kill‍⁠ me, if that’s‍​ what you wish.”‍‍

He‌⁠ spoke as if‌⁠ offering advice. Kojima​ was a seasoned‍‍ politician. He knew⁠ how to read‍‌ and manipulate people.​⁠​ In that regard,‌​ the boy was‍‍‌ still inexperienced. A bit of rhetoric​‌⁠ should be enough‍‍ to sway him.⁠⁠​

“I⁠‌ won’t lecture you⁠ with lines like‌ ‘don’t act on⁠‍ emotion’. But if⁠‌‌ you do this,‌‍⁠ you’ll have to​ bear the consequences.‍⁠ I mean, you​⁠⁠ might ruin something‍⁠‍ important down the—”‍​‌

Before​ he could finish,‍‌‍ Kang Geom-Ma moved.⁠ Holding the sashimi⁠​ knife in reverse,⁠​ he drove it‍⁠ into his thigh.‍‍⁠

Thud.​‍

Only‍‍ when he heard‍​ the sound of​​⁠ flesh tearing did⁠ Kojima look down.​​⁠ The white bedsheet‌⁠​ slowly stained red.‌‌⁠ His solemn expression⁠ began to tremble.⁠​‍

“Guh…‌‍⁠ ngh…!”

Kang‌ Geom-Ma’s left hand⁠​ clamped over his‌⁠​ mouth.

“Did⁠‍‍ you rent the‌‍‍ hospital? Quiet.”

His​ empty eyes stared‍ without emotion. Then​‍ he twisted the⁠ knife clockwise. A sharp pain shot⁠‌ through Kojima’s groin.​

He⁠​​ tried to scream‌​⁠ again but only​ tasted the bitterness​ of the hand⁠ in his mouth.⁠‍ He tried to‌‌ fight back, but⁠​⁠ another blade had​ already been stabbed​⁠⁠ through his palm.​ He hadn’t even​‍ seen it coming.‌​‌

The‌​ pain returned, muddling⁠ his mind. Negative‌​ emotions swirled without‌ end.

“Kang‌ Geom-Ma. You…”

Kang​⁠ Geom-Ma spoke. His‌​ eyes gleamed with‌​‍ deep intensity, but​⁠ his tone was​⁠ savage and sharp.​

“You‍ got your ankles‌⁠​ broken for running‌‍‌ your mouth and‌ you’re still talking?⁠​ Aren’t you supposed​‍⁠ to be the​ sharpest after Media?‍⁠ Why are you​‌‌ such a slow​⁠‍ learner?”

“…Mmph…‍‌ mmph!”

Kang‌​ Geom-Ma tilted his⁠⁠​ head while looking‍ at him. There‍⁠‍ was something Kojima​ hadn’t anticipated.

A seasoned politician? In⁠​ his past life,​​⁠ Kang Geom-Ma had⁠‌ dealt with all⁠ kinds of politicians⁠ and bureaucrats. He⁠ knew them well.‍ They always talked⁠⁠​ about “the future.”⁠⁠⁠

To‌⁠ avoid responsibility. To‌ delay consequences. Pretty​⁠‍ words wrapped around​‌ lies and manipulation.​

‘Think​ about tomorrow’?

‘What‌​​ a joke.’

Back⁠‌ on Earth, he⁠​​ worked himself to​ death dreaming of‍​‍ a decent retirement.⁠‍‍ But in this‌ world, war was⁠⁠ imminent. There was‌​‍ no room for⁠ fantasies.

In‍ a dark age,​‌‍ the future was‍ like a candle‌ in the wind.‌‌⁠ That’s why he‍ didn’t look far⁠‌ ahead. Only at‍‌ the present. And​ he trusted his‌​‍ judgment completely.

That‍‌ was his survival​‍‌ instinct.

‘I’m​​ a swordsman. Not​​ a politician.’

Kang​​ Geom-Ma removed his‌‌ hand from Kojima’s‌​​ mouth and flicked‍‌​ his wrist.

“You‍ know what guys‍⁠ like you usually​​⁠ say at this‌​‌ point? ‘Do you‌‍ think you can⁠​‍ handle this?’, ‘How⁠​​ dare you insult‍⁠‍ me?’—and from the‌​‍ look on your‍​ face, you were⁠‍ about to say⁠‌‍ exactly that.”

He‌‌ retrieved all three‌‍‍ knives one by‍‍​ one and placed​‍‌ a hand over⁠ the wounds, transmitting⁠ the Blessing of‍ Regeneration. The flesh​ began to close.​‍

Kojima‍ looked at his⁠ palm. Though the‍ pain remained, no​​‍ visible wounds were⁠‌⁠ left. He already‍‌ knew Geom-Ma was​ a master of​⁠ combat, but he​ could use healing‍⁠​ blessings too? And​ why heal him?⁠​

As‍‌‍ he pondered it,​⁠‌ a chill ran⁠‌⁠ down his spine.​​

“Don’t‍​ tell me… you​ healed me so​ you could…”

Finally,⁠‍ he realized what​⁠ kind of monster‍ stood before him.⁠

“You’re⁠‌​ quick on the​⁠ uptake.”

Kang⁠‍ Geom-Ma nodded. Kojima⁠ understood what was‌⁠​ coming. And why‌⁠​ he called the‌ knife a scalpel.‍‍​

‘This⁠ guy has no‌‍‍ intention of killing​ me.’

He’d‍ dissect him with‌‍ a sashimi knife‍‍ and then stitch​ him back together⁠​​ with a creepy‌‍ skill.

Kojima⁠⁠ wasn’t exactly a moral man. But​‍‍ even he was⁠​⁠ horrified by the⁠‍‌ idea. That wasn’t‍⁠ a hero. Not‌‌‌ even a human.⁠​⁠

‘Did‍‍‍ the Swordmaster know​‌​ what kind of⁠‍ monster this kid⁠​‍ was when he⁠ gave him the⁠​ position?’

Of‍ course he did.‍‍ He had a deep vision. He​⁠ knew who Kang‍ Geom-Ma was. Looking‌‌‍ at his pale​⁠⁠ face, Kang Geom-Ma‍ spoke coldly.

“Kojima.‌ Even if you‍⁠ feel like you’re⁠ standing before a demon, to me,​​‍ you’re the more​‌ disgusting one. If​ you treat your⁠ daughter like a tool, don’t you‍‍ dare give me⁠⁠‌ that look.”

“Why⁠ are you doing​⁠⁠ all this? Is‌‌‌ it because Ryozo⁠‍ is your friend?⁠‍‍ Are you going​ to turn against​‍ Japan just for⁠ that?”

“No.”​‌

“Then‍‌‍ why?”

Kang‌‌​ Geom-Ma pulled a handful of sashimi‌ knives from his​‍⁠ coat. As he‍ picked one, he​‌⁠ answered.

“What⁠‍‍ I’m denying is⁠​⁠ the question ‘are​​ you going to⁠‍ turn against Japan?’”​

He⁠ picked one. The​‌ finely sharpened blade‌‍ gleamed in the‌ light.

“Japan?⁠ I’ll turn against‍ the United States‍ if I have​ to.”

It⁠​⁠ was bravado. Someone⁠‍‌ who could barely⁠⁠‌ last a minute​‌⁠ couldn’t possibly fight‌ an entire nation.‍ He only said⁠‌ it to break⁠ his spirit.

But‍‌ for Kojima, it​⁠ was more than⁠‍​ enough to terrify‍⁠ him.

After‌‌ all, Kang Geom-Ma​​ was the heaven-blessed‍ hero who had⁠‌ eliminated two Corps​⁠ Commanders. A butcher​ powerful enough to‌ shift the world’s⁠ balance.

To⁠⁠‍ Kojima, those words​​‍ weren’t just threats.‍‌​ Even if it‍ was all his⁠‍ own delusion.

A chill pierced his‍‍ chest. His usual​‍​ composure shattered. After‍‍‍ all, he was⁠‌‌ lying in a hospital bed.

“…You’re​‌‍ insane. Completely insane.‌⁠ Your way of‌‍‌ thinking is no‌‍ different from a demon’s.”

Demonic⁠​⁠ thinking? If you‍ knew what you‌ suspected lived inside‌‍‌ me, you’d faint.‌​ Kang Geom-Ma let‍​‌ out a dry⁠ laugh.

“Looks​ like you finally‌⁠​ understand how I felt about you⁠ a moment ago.”‌​

“Enough…!”‌

Then,​ two hands shot⁠⁠⁠ out and grabbed⁠​‌ the sashimi knife.‌

It‌‌​ was Hina, who‍ had been pretending‍‌ to be unconscious.‌ She clutched the⁠⁠ blade so hard‌‍ that blood dripped⁠‍⁠ onto the bedsheet.​​

“I…‍⁠ as his daughter,​ I apologize. Heavenly⁠ Sword, please… show​‍ mercy to my‌​‌ father. Whatever you​‍ ask, I’ll accept‌​‌ it.”

“Hina!”‍‌

Kojima‌‌‍ exploded, but Hina​‌ stared at him‍​⁠ with tearful eyes‌⁠‌ and glared.

“Prime‍​ Minister… no, Dad!​⁠ That’s enough! You,⁠ who always talked⁠​ about keeping calm,‌‌‍ are now the‌‌ most irrational of⁠ all.”

Her⁠​ finger joints ached.‍⁠ Even though Kang⁠‍ Geom-Ma’s gaze bore​⁠‍ into her profile,⁠⁠‌ she forced herself⁠ not to look‌‍ away.

She‌‌ was terrified. Even⁠‌‌ so, she raised⁠‌​ her voice.

“And‌​ how can you‌ do that to​‍ Ryozo? Turn him​ into an Awakened‍ just to leave​ your name in​ history? That she’ll‍​ thank you later?‍‍‌ That’s pure selfishness.‌‍⁠ Have you even​ really talked to⁠‌⁠ him? I’m not⁠⁠‌ expecting a perfect‍ family, but this⁠‍⁠ is too much.”⁠

Kojima’s⁠ daughter poured out​ her anger, her‍⁠ sadness, and her⁠‌‍ disappointment.

“Tell‍‌‌ me, Dad. Do‍‍ children have to​ fulfill your insecurities?​ Why do we‌‌ have to fight‌ over your ambition?‍‌ Even Ryozo, your‍ heir, you only​‌​ see him as​‍ a tool?”

Her‍‍ tears mixed with⁠‍ the blood falling​‌⁠ to the floor.‍

“…And‌ is that so⁠​ important you’re willing​ to risk your​​‍ life for it?​​ If your condition⁠ worsens… if you‌‍⁠ fall into critical⁠ condition… what am‌‍‍ I supposed to‍​‍ do? Even if‌​ you’re a despicable​ father…”

Even‍‍ if she couldn’t‍‌​ call him father.‍‍ Even if he⁠​‍ wasn’t affectionate. Even⁠‌ if he left​ her with all‍‌⁠ the burdens.

Even‍​​ so, she stayed‍​ by his side.‍‌ Because despite everything,‌‍ he was still‌​‌ her father. Because‌​ she still respected‌‌ him.

“I’m‌‍ not asking you‍ to be loving,‌‍​ Dad… I just‍ want you to‍ remember you have⁠​⁠ a family. That’s‍​ all.”

Saki⁠‌ Hina dropped to​ her knees. With⁠‌ her bleeding hands​‍​ gripping the knife,⁠‌‌ she broke down‍⁠ in tears.

Kang‍ Geom-Ma glanced sideways‍ at her. Then‍ he withdrew the​⁠‍ sashimi knife. He⁠‌⁠ took both of‌‍⁠ Hina’s hands.

“Huh…?”​‌‌

She‌ looked in shock⁠ at the glow⁠⁠‍ surrounding her wrists.‌​ It was warm.‌‌​

After‌​‌ completing the healing,​​ Kang Geom-Ma looked​‍ back at Kojima.‌

“Actually,‌​ I had planned‍ to break you⁠ mentally today, Kojima.”⁠

He⁠​‌ barely heard it.‍ His face was‍​‌ pale, his gaze​‌ unfocused. He truly​⁠ seemed shaken by‌​ his daughter’s words.​⁠ Kang Geom-Ma sighed.⁠

“Thanks⁠‌ to your daughter,⁠‍​ I’ll leave it⁠‌⁠ at that. But‌‍⁠ I’m going to​‍ add two more⁠ conditions to what‍ we talked about.​‍ In addition to​‌‌ full support for‌‌ the Heavenly Class​ you mentioned before,‍ I want Japan‍​ to deploy heroes‌⁠ en masse to​‌ the Gehenna Gate⁠‍​ area.”

Kojima​​⁠ looked up with⁠‌⁠ vacant eyes. Kang⁠⁠ Geom-Ma looked him‍‌ directly in the‌ eye and added,​

“If‌‍ you agree, nod.”‌⁠

“……”‍

Half​ in a trance,‍ Kojima nodded. A few strands of‍​‍ hair fell over​⁠‍ his forehead.

Kang‍‌ Geom-Ma scratched his‍ head and walked‍​​ toward the door.​‌⁠ Just before leaving,⁠​ he turned again.​‌​

“You…⁠‍ Saki Hina, right?”​⁠

Hina​‍ looked up shyly.​‌‌ Her eyes were​‌​ swollen.

“Instead​​ of using strange‌⁠ charms, show that⁠⁠⁠ sincere side like⁠​‍ you did just⁠ now.”

“Y-yes?”‌⁠⁠

“You​⁠‌ don’t need to‌ use the Seduction‌⁠‌ Blessing or anything‍ like that. You’re‌ pretty. But that⁠​​ kind of thing‍⁠ just puts people‍​ off. Anyway, I held back today‌ because of you,‌‌‍ so ask that‍‌ man for something.‍‍ If he has⁠ a shred of‍ conscience, he’ll at‌‌ least give you‍ the scraps.”

Hina⁠ didn’t hear that‌​ last part. Her‌⁠ face was as⁠⁠ red as a ripe autumn persimmon.​

Kang‌​ Geom-Ma wondered what​ was wrong with​⁠⁠ her but quickly‍​ let it go.​ He had somewhere​​ else to be.‌‌

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