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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 232 – Heavenly Class (1)

Chapter 232 – Heavenly Class (1)

A luxury villa near⁠⁠‌ Joaquin Academy. It⁠ was a place‌​ Media had specially‌ prepared for her‌ sister.

An‌​ interior gleaming like‍⁠⁠ a palace. But⁠ despite the spaciousness,⁠ there were only​ a few white⁠⁠‌ appliances as furnishings,⁠​‌ giving the place‌ an empty atmosphere.⁠​ The glossy marble⁠⁠ floor made the‍ chill even more⁠​‌ apparent.

Media‌ placed her hands​⁠ on her hips‍⁠‍ as she scolded.⁠

“Sister!‌ Are you crazy‍‍ or what? Because‍‍ of you, Geom-Ma‌​⁠ had to go⁠‍⁠ deal with Kojima!⁠​‍ To clean up‌ your mess!”

She⁠‌‌ was speaking toward‍‍‌ a lump of⁠ blankets puffed up‍⁠​ in the corner​ of the huge‌‌⁠ room.

“……”‌‌

No‍‍‌ response. Media smacked‌⁠ her chest in‍‌ frustration.

“Wow,⁠ the dog barks,‍ the dog barks!​ When someone talks,⁠‌⁠ at least try‍‌ to listen! If‍‍ you ignore me⁠‌​ that blatantly, it‌‌‍ just makes me‍‌‍ want to keep‍ going. Ugh, seriously…​​⁠ why is everyone‌​‍ in my family⁠‌‍ like this? I say the problem⁠‍​ isn’t just the​‌ Poison family. The‌‍ problem is all⁠‍​ the old folks!‍ No one has⁠‌ a decent personality​ except me!”

Then,​ the blanket shifted‍‍ slightly, and a voice came from​‌ inside.

“Duri,‍‍‍ I think you’re⁠ not that normal‌‍ either…”

“Not‌⁠ normal!? I have‌ one sister, and‌​‍ the first thing⁠‌⁠ she does after‍ showing up is​⁠ punch the Prime‍⁠⁠ Minister of Japan!⁠​ My father, who‍⁠ leads the Hero‍ Association, gets lost​‌‍ every other week‌ in some closed-door‌ retreat! And me,​‍ the younger sister​ and director, I have to handle‍ everything! If I’m⁠‌‌ not the sane‌​​ one in this‍⁠​ family, then who​​ is!”

“But‍ you still have⁠ a very obvious​‌ weakness for ‘a‍⁠ certain person’ who’s‌ still a student.‍‌ And that’s wrong⁠⁠‌ if you’re the‍‍ director.”

Meain‍‌‍ giggled from within‌‌ the sheets. Media’s‍ patience hit its⁠‌‌ limit.

Her‌​ eyes rolled back‍‌ completely.

“You…‍ damn sister of‍ mine!”

Media‍‌ lunged at the‌‌‍ blanket, fists first.‍ Meain, skillful, quickly⁠ rolled herself up​​ and slipped away‌‍​ across the floor‍‌⁠ like butter on​​ marble. Her movements‍⁠ were fast and​ nimble.

Media‌‍ chased her with‍ an expression screaming​ “I’m gonna eat‍ you alive.” But​ Meain slipped away‍​ with ease, as​‌‍ if covered in‌‌⁠ oil.

A chase began inside​⁠ a villa of‍ more than a hundred meters. From‍ the outside, it‌‍‌ looked like a comedy sketch.

“Stop‍‍ right there!”

“I⁠‍ don’t wanna~!”

Hard​⁠‌ to believe these‍ were two of‌‌​ the most influential⁠ figures, known as​⁠‌ the Sage and‌​‍ Meain. It looked‌ more like a childish fight between‌‍⁠ sisters. The difference‍ being their combined⁠‌ age was 150‍ years.

Any‍ witness would’ve instantly⁠‍ lost all respect‍‌‍ for them. And‌‌ yet…

“……”⁠‌

Kang‌ Geom-Ma watched silently​‍ from the entrance.​ A quiet smile‍⁠ appeared on his​​⁠ face.

‘Came‌‌ here straight from⁠​ seeing Kojima, and‌​ this is what‍‍ I find…’

He​​ was speechless. He‍​ considered stepping in‍ but decided against‌‌ it. Getting involved​ in that kind‍​​ of sisterly brawl⁠​​ would only bring‌ second-hand embarrassment.

He‌‌ leaned against the‌‍ wall with his‌‍ arms crossed, wondering⁠⁠ how long it‍ would last. Media,​​ fully focused on‌‍​ catching her sister,​ hadn’t even noticed‍ him.

A good while passed‍​ before the ruckus‌‌​ died down.

“Haa…‌‌⁠ haa…”

Media,‌‌​ sweat dripping from​⁠ her chin, rested​ her hands on‍‍ her knees and‍‍ wiped her jaw‌ with the back‌​ of her hand.‍⁠ Then she raised​⁠⁠ both arms.

“I‍ give up. I give up, okay?‍⁠⁠ So stop already.”​

At‌ that, a head‌‌⁠ poked out from‍​‌ the end of​ the blanket. Meain’s‌‌‌ light green hair⁠ floated, charged with⁠‍ static.

“I‍⁠ win again…”

Her⁠⁠ mischievous smile curved,‍ then dropped suddenly.​

“…Huh?​⁠ Geom-Ma… how long‍‌ have you been‌⁠ there…?”

Media‌​ didn’t miss the⁠ moment.

“You‌⁠‌ were the one‍⁠ who told me⁠‌ never to lower‍⁠‌ my guard!”

Just‌​‍ as Media pounced​⁠ again, a new‍ presence tapped her​ on the back.‍​ Media turned around‍‍‍ uncomfortably.

Kang‌‍ Geom-Ma was there,⁠‍⁠ arms crossed against​‍ the wall. Media’s⁠‌ eyes clouded for​ a moment and⁠⁠ she asked in‌ a shaky voice.⁠

“Uh…​ how long have​ you been there?‌‌⁠ No, wait, how​​‍ did you open⁠‍‌ the door!?”

“I‍‌​ just got here.”​

A lie. He’d been‍​‌ there for nearly​‍‍ twenty minutes. But​‌ he answered that‍​‌ way not to‌‍​ embarrass her further.‍‍

‘But‌‍​ the second question’s‌ harder to explain.’⁠⁠

Kang⁠⁠ Geom-Ma scratched his‌​ cheek awkwardly.

“I​​ opened it… with‍​ a certain technique.”⁠‌⁠

Another⁠ lie. He’d rung​‌‍ the bell several‍‍​ times at the‍⁠ entrance, but Media⁠‍⁠ had been too‌‌​ busy chasing her‍‍​ sister to hear‍⁠​ it.

At‌‍ first, Geom-Ma thought‍ something bad had​ happened. Even if⁠‍‌ he’d just stabbed⁠ Kojima, if the⁠​​ guy decided to‌‌‍ retaliate and issue‍‍‍ a warrant against⁠‌ Meain, it wouldn’t‌‌‍ be surprising. Or​ if he just‍​⁠ sought revenge in⁠ some other way.⁠⁠⁠

Did​‌‌ he really think⁠ a guy like​​ Kojima would back⁠‍ down with a single threat? He⁠⁠‌ was also a Hero of the​‌‍ Seven Stars. The⁠​ head of a powerful bloodline and‍‌⁠ firmly positioned.

‘He’s‌​⁠ not someone who‍​ bends from a warning.’

And⁠⁠ if he chose‌‌⁠ not to yield,‍⁠​ then he would⁠⁠ have to pay⁠‍​ the price. Geom-Ma⁠‍ had been generous‍ once, for Hina.‍ But not twice.‌⁠‌ Next time, he’d‍ eliminate him without​ hesitation.

That’s⁠‍⁠ why, concerned, he‌ had Vixbig breach​​ the villa’s entire‌‌‍ security system.

‘Of‍​‍ course, that’s technically‍‍ a crime.’

And​⁠⁠ now he’d have‍‌⁠ to explain Vixbig’s‍‌‌ existence too. A whole pile of​⁠ unnecessary trouble. So​ he decided to⁠​‍ get straight to‌⁠ the point.

“I⁠‍ spoke with Kojima.⁠​ Asked him to⁠​​ drop the warrant‍‍​ against Meain. For⁠⁠ now, he accepted​‌ the conditions.”

Media’s⁠ eyes widened. Kojima​‍‍ had backed down?‍​​ Knowing him, that​ was hard to⁠ believe.

‘That⁠ guy would rather​​ bite his tongue‌‍ than give in.’​

And‌ yet. Who knows?‌‍ Maybe Geom-Ma had‍⁠‌ used some kind‍​⁠ of spell to⁠‍ open his eyes.​

After‍‌ all, there wasn’t‍‌ a single problem‍‌‌ he couldn’t solve‍ once he got⁠‍‌ involved. In his‍‌ dictionary, the word​⁠ “impossible” simply didn’t⁠​‌ exist.

‘The⁠​⁠ more I see‌⁠ him, the more⁠ I think Geom-Ma​‍ was sent from⁠⁠⁠ the heavens to​⁠‍ save humanity.’

In‍ the end, Media‍‌ didn’t just trust​⁠ him anymore. She‌ adored him. To⁠‌‍ the point that‍ she truly believed‌‌‌ he had opened‍ the door “with‌ a technique.”

“Even​⁠⁠ though nothing’s official‌ yet, I think​​ we should observe⁠ how things play​ out during the‍‍ rest of today.”‌‌

Kang​‌ Geom-Ma said.

“Until​ then, we need‍‌ to stay alert‍‍ for any movements⁠‍ from Japan. Oh,‍ and no need⁠‌ to assign a watcher. I already​ hired someone.”

“You‌ hired someone?”

Yes.​​‌ Not a person,⁠⁠ but an artificial⁠ intelligence.

“I‌ left it to‌‌ someone quite capable⁠​‍ and reliable. If​‍‍ nothing unusual happens​‍ today, the matter‍ will be mostly‍ resolved. In that‌ case, Meain can‍ participate in tomorrow’s⁠ Heavenly Class inauguration‌‍‍ without issue.”

Media‌‍‍ sighed silently once‌ more. Such caution.​ Such meticulous preparation‌‌‍ and response. He‌‍‍ never left anything⁠ to chance.

While⁠‌ she kept being​⁠​ impressed internally, Kang‍ Geom-Ma continued his​‌​ report.

“If⁠ the warrant is⁠​⁠ canceled, Japan will‌​‍ send resources and⁠‍‍ supplies to the‍‌⁠ Gehenna Portal area.‍ Oh, and additional⁠ support for the‌ Heavenly Class too.”‌‍

“W-wait⁠ a minute. Are⁠​ you saying you‍ not only canceled‍‌⁠ the warrant, but‍‍‍ also got all‌ that?”

“Yes.”‍‌

Kang‍ Geom-Ma nodded calmly.‍‍‌ Media momentarily lost‍‍ strength in her‌‌ legs. She had⁠‍ no expressions of‍ astonishment left.

‘How⁠⁠‍ the hell did‍‍‍ you negotiate all​ that?’

Turning‍​‍ an imminent crisis⁠ into a brilliant​ opportunity, and with‌⁠ a vision as‍‌ wide as an​‌​ eagle soaring the‌ skies. Kang Geom-Ma‌‍‍ didn’t see trees—he⁠ saw the whole​‍‌ forest. And that,​‍ perhaps, was the​‌‍ greatest quality of​‍‌ a true leader.⁠‍⁠

‘They​⁠ say the position‍‍‌ makes the man,‍⁠‍ but… how can‍ someone be at‍ this level less​‌ than three months​⁠‍ after becoming one⁠​ of the Seven⁠​⁠ Stars?’

If​ he wasn’t a reincarnation, it didn’t‍ make sense. No‍‍‌ matter how many⁠‌‌ times Media was‌⁠ surprised by Kang‌⁠‌ Geom-Ma, this time,⁠ she was truly​‍ stunned.

“Wow…​⁠ Geom-Ma, I knew​‍ you were amazing,⁠ but I didn’t⁠ imagine you were⁠ this amazing.”

It‌‌ was then that‌‌ Meain crawled out⁠‍ from beneath the​ blankets. Kang Geom-Ma⁠ stared at her⁠ and said,

“I‍​ heard what happened.‌ They say Kojima‌‍ asked you to⁠ turn Ryozo into⁠⁠ an Awakened.”

Meain,‍ hair a complete​​⁠ mess, nodded.

“Yeah.⁠⁠⁠ To be honest,​‌ until he said​‌ that, I was⁠‌‍ planning to just‍ brush him off​​‍ with some excuse.​​‍ But when those⁠ words came out…‌‌ it was like‍‍⁠ a faucet opened.”‍⁠‍

“You⁠​‌ know you nearly‍‍ caused an international⁠‌⁠ incident because of​ that, right?”

“I​‍‌ know.”

Meain‍‌ shrugged. Instantly, her‍‌⁠ expression changed completely.‌​

“But​ I don’t regret‍⁠ it. Ryozo isn’t⁠⁠ just Kojima’s daughter.‌‍ She’s a clubmate,‍‍ and a dearly⁠ loved student of‍⁠‌ mine.”

“……”​

Kang‌ Geom-Ma’s eyes narrowed.⁠‌ His pupils were‍⁠ nearly hidden beneath⁠​​ his brows. His‍‍⁠ lips moved as​‍​ if he were​ about to scold⁠ her, but instead,​ he said something‍‍ unexpected.

“Well‍ done.”

Praise.‌‌

Meain’s‍‌ normally calm expression‍‍​ showed a flicker‍⁠ of surprise.

“To‌​‌ be honest, up⁠‌ until yesterday I wasn’t fully convinced‌⁠ about having you‍‍ as a professor⁠ in the Heavenly⁠‍ Class. Even if‍⁠​ you’re the director’s‌⁠ sister, that’s not‌‍⁠ enough reason to‌‌ trust someone blindly.”‍

Kang‍ Geom-Ma crossed the‌⁠ wide room and‍​ stopped in front‌​⁠ of Meain.

A head taller than‌​‌ her. From her⁠ angle, all she⁠ could see was⁠ his chest.

“But‍ now I’m starting‍ to trust you.⁠ That willingness to‍‌ challenge even a nation to protect‍⁠ a student—that’s exactly‍‌‌ the mindset I want from a Heavenly Class instructor.”‌

As‌ he spoke, he‌​‌ extended his hand.‍‍ A handshake.

“Keep⁠ it up. Keep‌⁠‍ that attitude of‍​ protecting your students⁠​ no matter the⁠‍ cost. I know​‍ it might be​‍‌ bold to say‍ this to someone‌‍‍ like you, Meain,‍ but I’ve got⁠‍‌ your back, so‌⁠‍ don’t worry about​‍‌ what people say.”​‌⁠

Meain‍ stood there, blinking.‌​⁠ Her throat felt‍​⁠ oddly ticklish.

Then​ she suddenly laughed‍ and tied her‍‍ hair up into⁠ a neat ponytail.‍‍

“Wow,‌⁠​ you’re quite the​‍‌ player. And a dangerous one.”

“…Player?‍ What kind of‍ player?”

Kang​ Geom-Ma tilted his​‌ head, confused. Instead‌‌ of answering, Meain⁠‍‍ took his hand.‌⁠‌

There⁠⁠ was no denying‌⁠‌ it. This guy‌‍ was a lethal⁠ creature to any⁠​‌ woman.

***‌⁠⁠

A day that felt‌ particularly long passed,​ and at last,​ the next morning​​ arrived.

I left the dorm​⁠‍ dressed and ready.‍ The air felt‍​​ different than in‌⁠ previous days. Fresher,⁠ lighter. Maybe that’s​‌‍ why my shoulders​ felt lighter too.‌​

“It’s​ not just a feeling.”

I unconsciously hummed a tune. With each‌ note, my breath‌​‍ drifted out in​ little clouds.

Yeah.‌⁠‍ I felt good.​‌‌ And for good​‌‍ reason.

‘Because​ today was finally⁠ the inauguration day‌‌ of the Heavenly‌​‌ Class.’

There‌‌‍ had been plenty⁠⁠‌ of noise, plenty‍ of bumps during‍‌⁠ its creation. A process full of⁠ twists and turns.​

And‍ yet, we’d made‌ it.

Maybe​⁠ that’s why the‌‍⁠ sense of accomplishment⁠‍‌ and satisfaction felt‌ twice as strong.‌⁠⁠ I, who rarely​‌ even noticed my‌‍ heartbeat, was actually​ humming.

At‌ the same time,​ there was a sense of unease.‍​ We’d crossed the⁠‌ point of no⁠⁠ return.

Everything‌⁠‌ was in motion‍ now, and there‍‍⁠ was no turning‌‍ back. Even though⁠‍ I had taken‌ the first step,‍‍ I wondered if⁠‌​ I’d be able‌‍ to see it​ through to the​ end. The uncertainty‍‍ about the future‌‌ stirred anxiety.

But​‍‌ if I think‍‌⁠ about it from‌ another angle—if I had known everything​ that lay ahead,⁠ maybe I’d have​ gotten lazy and‌ wasted time.

The​ uncertain future, with​​⁠ all its unpredictability,​⁠​ is what keeps‍‍​ me sharp.

And​‌ while sorting through‌ my thoughts, I suddenly found myself​‌ in front of​⁠‍ the classroom.

I looked up at‍ the plaque on‍ the door. The​‍⁠ letters engraved in​ my own handwriting.​ Though a bit​​‍ rough, that gave​⁠ them a human‍ touch.

“A‍ real man always⁠⁠⁠ has messy handwriting.”⁠‍

I muttered that to⁠ myself, took a deep breath, and​ opened the door.⁠

Click.⁠⁠

The​ gazes of those​ already seated turned​ to me. Each​ with a different⁠ expression, they watched​ me.

Step.‌

Warriors,​⁠ heroes, ancients, and⁠​‌ demons. All gathered‍‍ in one place.​

Heavenly‌‌‌ Class.

It‍​​ was time to​​⁠ take another step​ toward the final⁠ chapter.

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