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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 233 – Heavenly Class (2)

Chapter 233 – Heavenly Class (2)

The‍‌⁠ newly inaugurated Heavenly⁠ Class was wrapped​​⁠ in that peculiar⁠⁠‌ atmosphere that comes‍ with the first⁠‌ days of school.‍ A vague mix⁠⁠‍ of awkwardness and​​⁠ excitement.

Maybe‌ that’s why silence‍​​ reigned. After all,⁠‍‍ gathering personalities like‌ Leon van Reinhardt,​⁠​ Abel von Nibelung,⁠‍​ Rachel of Mura,‌ Saki Ryozo, Speedweapon,‌ Chloe Auditore, and⁠​‌ Horntail into a single group was​‌ simply too much.‍

I didn’t expect them⁠‌ to talk to⁠ each other comfortably‌​‌ on day one.‍

And⁠⁠​ besides, the goal​‍‍ of this class‌​ was to be⁠‌ different from all‍ the noisy ones.‍‍​

So‌‍⁠ that suffocating silence​ was part of​ the plan I had worked on⁠ with the director.‌‍‍ Still.

I raised my left​‍ hand in greeting.⁠⁠​ But they—especially the‍​‌ girls—barely moved their‌‍ lips before quickly⁠‌ averting their gaze.‍⁠

I discreetly lowered my​ hand and scratched‍‍‍ my chin. How‌ awkward.

The⁠ only ones who‍​‍ at least smiled​‍⁠ at me were‌ Horntail and Chloe.‌‌ Even then, it‌‌ was only with‍‍​ their eyes, like⁠‍‍ they didn’t want​‌ to attract attention.‍‌‍

I turned my gaze.⁠‍ I saw Speedweapon,⁠‍ one of the​‌‌ few other guys⁠‌ in the class.‌‍⁠ His eyes said,⁠‌ “I can’t breathe,‌ I’m suffocating.” I replied with my​​ eyes too. “Same​‌‌ here.”

‘When​‌⁠ I get a chance, I’m going‌ to ask what’s‌‍⁠ with this atmosphere.’​​​

Even⁠​ if the main‍‍‍ goal of the​‌⁠ Heavenly Class is⁠‌​ to foster the‌‍ Hero, it’s still‌‌ part of the⁠ academy. Even if⁠‍ the Second Great​ Human-Demon War is‍​‌ on the horizon,‌‌‍ I want these‍⁠‍ kids to enjoy⁠‌​ their student life.​

—Learning⁠ to relate with⁠⁠ others. That only​ comes from living‌‍​ alongside peers your‍ own age.

That’s⁠‌​ what my first​ teacher in my⁠‌‍ past life told‍​ me. And it‌​​ applies here too.‍‌⁠ Even if a few years from‌ now they end‍‍‌ up fighting on⁠⁠ the front lines​ and shedding blood,‍‍‌ until then, they‍​⁠ have the right‌​ to live out‍​ their youth.

I sincerely hope that‍‌ in addition to⁠‌⁠ growing stronger, they​ deepen their bonds‍⁠​ of friendship.

‘They’re⁠‌ real teenagers, not‌ a guy like‍‍‌ me who’s already‌ seen everything.’

I walked slowly through‌​​ the class and‍⁠‍ observed. The only⁠ seat left…

‘Why​‍‌ is the center‌ seat the only‍ one left?’

That’s​⁠⁠ way too much​‍⁠ of a protagonist’s‌⁠ seat. Sure, it​⁠‌ makes sense for​‌ me to be‌‌ at the center‌⁠ of the class—but‍‌ I was surrounded‍ entirely by girls.⁠‌‌ It looked like⁠ a peacock caught​​ in a sea⁠ of spread feathers.‍‌⁠

It‌ was obvious that​‍ was supposed to‌‍‌ be Leon’s seat.⁠⁠ But he was⁠⁠​ sitting in a corner, far from‌ the center.

‘Did‌​ this guy Leon‌⁠ leave it to⁠ me on purpose?’⁠

I don’t need that‍⁠ kind of consideration.‍⁠​ I sighed a little in resignation‍‌ and sat down.‍⁠‍

Thump.‌⁠

I felt a tingle​ on the back‍​⁠ of my neck.‌‌ Even though they‌‌ were looking away,‍‌ I could clearly‌ sense all the⁠⁠‌ girls watching me.​ The phrase “seat‍ of thorns” became​ literal.

It​ wasn’t like I had a choice.​​ The desks were‌‍⁠ arranged exactly by‌​‌ student number. And⁠⁠ being close made​‌ it easier to‍ talk and interact.‍⁠ But I never‍‌​ imagined it would​​⁠ backfire like this.‌

I leaned forward uncomfortably.⁠​⁠ I looked at⁠ the wall clock‌‍ above the blackboard.​‍ Five minutes to⁠ 9 a.m.

At⁠‌ that moment, the‌ classroom door flung‍​⁠ open.

Tap,⁠ tap.

The​‌ rhythmic sound of‌​ heels echoed. The‍​‍ students’ pupils widened‍‍ like paper lanterns.​‍​ The stifling silence‌‍‌ vanished in an​‌‌ instant. It was‌ understandable.

‘Don’t‌​ fuck.’

Even‌ I, who knew‍ who was coming,​ stood up on‌‍‌ reflex. Ryozo and‍‍ Speedweapon did the‌​ same.

Light‍‍ green hair, mint-colored​ eyes. Up to‍‌​ that point, everything⁠‍ was familiar. But.‌

With⁠ firm steps, she​‍ walked to the⁠ front of the⁠​​ podium. She smiled‌​‍ with satisfaction.

“Good‍ morning!”

The‍​‍ podium, which used⁠ to come up⁠‍‍ to her chest,⁠‍⁠ now barely reached​‌ her navel.

“Some‌​ of you may​ already know, but‌ I’m the instructor‍⁠⁠ in charge of​‍‍ the Heavenly Class,⁠‍⁠ Meain Poison.”

That⁠​‌ senior we recently‍‌ knew as San⁠ Ha-na…

“Nice‍​ to meet you,⁠‌ my little ones.”​‍‍

…Was⁠⁠ now standing before⁠‌⁠ us, not as‌ a girl, but​ as a full-grown‍‌‌ woman.

***​

At​​ the same time,​⁠ in the director’s​ office.

Media‌​ was pacing around​⁠ the reception table,⁠ constantly biting her⁠⁠‍ thumbnail.

“Don’t‌ tell me my​ sister is about‍ to stir up‍​ some disaster?”

She‍‌ muttered, visibly anxious.‌‌ Just then, the‌‌ internal phone rang‌​‍ annoyingly. Media snatched​‌ the receiver with‌⁠⁠ desperation.

“Hello?‌ Who is this?‍‍⁠ Did Meain Poison⁠​ cause a problem?⁠​ I’m sorry, she’s⁠‌⁠ my twin sister…”⁠‍‍

— It’s me.

The​‌ voice on the⁠​‍ other end was‍ the Swordmaster. The‌⁠ phone cord, taut​​‍ like a string,​‍​ slackened in a gentle arc. The‍ tension in Media’s‌ shoulders also eased‌‌⁠ a little.

She​‍​ sighed deeply, then‍​⁠ grumbled.

“Ugh,‌ you scared me.‌⁠⁠ I almost had​​‌ a heart attack.”‍‍

— You know you‍‍⁠ shouldn’t joke about‍⁠ death so lightly?​⁠‍ At our age,‍ we’re already in‍‌ our seventies. Say‍‌⁠ that enough, and‍ it might come‍⁠‍ true.

Media‌ scowled at the​‍ Swordmaster’s scolding and​‍‍ snapped back.

“I’m​‌‍ going to live⁠ much longer than‌‌⁠ you, so I don’t care.”

— Are you flaunting‌⁠ your ancient bloodline‌‌‍ in front of​ modern humans?

“Yup,⁠ exactly. If that‌⁠ bothers you, you​ should’ve been born⁠​ ancient too.”

— ……

“And‌⁠ if you’re not‌‍ calling with something​‌ useful, hang up.‌ Even breathing gives‍​ me a headache​ today.”

— I saw the⁠ news. They say​‌⁠ Meain returned to‍​‍ Joaquin Academy.

“She​​‌ didn’t return. Turns‌⁠​ out she’s been‍⁠ hiding here as​‍ a student since‌‍ the beginning of⁠ the year.”

The​‌​ Swordmaster let out‌ a dry chuckle.​​‍ Media toyed with‌ the phone cord‍‍‍ and said,

“Under​⁠ the lamp, it’s⁠‌‌ the darkest. There’s​⁠ no better hiding​‍⁠ place than the⁠ academy. Security and‍‍​ everything else is​‌ top-tier. And who​ else would know⁠​​ that better than‍⁠ my sister?”

— Always incomprehensible. I tried to locate‌‍ her through the⁠ Association but found‍‌⁠ nothing. Never imagined‍‌‍ she was there.‍‍‍ Now it all⁠‌‍ makes sense.

Ever​‌⁠ since Kang Geom-Ma‌⁠‍ left Hawaii, the‌‌‌ Swordmaster had been⁠​⁠ searching for Meain’s‍ whereabouts. His intention⁠⁠‍ was the same—he‌‍ wanted Meain to‍ protect the students​​⁠ from within the‌ academy.

Knowing‍‍ she was already​ there brought some‌ relief, but he⁠ couldn’t help but‌‌‌ feel uneasy. If⁠‌ Meain had shown‍‌⁠ herself, it meant​‌ the world’s current‍⁠ state was truly‍ dangerous.

The‌​‍ anomalies at the‍ Gehenna Gate, the​ sudden reappearance of​ Meain Poison—it all‍‍ seemed connected, like⁠ gears turning.

The‍‌​ Swordmaster tried to‍⁠ shake off the‍⁠⁠ ominous thoughts and‌ continued.

— I imagine the‌⁠ press is in⁠‍‍ a frenzy. How⁠⁠ are things at​‍ the academy?

“What‍‍​ do you think?‍ Chaos! Thankfully, the​ Association’s people are⁠⁠⁠ holding the reporters‌ at all the‍‍ gates. Thanks to‍‌​ that, the students​‍‍ are safe.”

— The Association is‍ pretty good at‌ that, gotta admit.​‍‍

“But‍⁠‍ the ones who⁠ are furious are⁠​ the parents. Complaining⁠‌​ that we opened⁠ the Heavenly Class‍‍‍ without informing them,‌‍‍ that it’s discriminatory,‌⁠‌ questioning what kind⁠‍ of class this​ is…”

The⁠‍ Swordmaster scoffed.

— Funny. They’ve always‌‌ discriminated by status,​‌‌ but now that⁠ there’s a fair‍⁠​ selection, they call‍ it unfair.

“I’m‌​‍ exhausted… seriously. Reporters‌ outside, parents complaining‍ inside, and on‍⁠ top of that,​ worrying that my⁠​ sister might cause​​ a scandal. I feel like I’m‌‍‍ losing a year‌ of my life‍⁠ every minute. Though⁠​⁠ even so, I’ll‌‍​ still outlive you,‌ old man.”

— …You’ve got a terrible personality.

The⁠​​ Swordmaster shook his‌ head.

— Oh, by the​‌ way. Meain must‍ have manifested the‍ Poison family’s exclusive‌‌ Blessing, right?

“Yeah.‌⁠ If she showed‍‌‌ her true form,⁠​​ everyone would know‌​ we Poison are‍‍‌ direct descendants of​‍ the ancients. But⁠⁠ whatever. That’s how⁠ she’ll look in⁠‌ a few years‌ anyway. Though by⁠‌ then, you’ll probably‌‍ be dead.”

— Media! You really⁠ are…

Media​​ let out a mischievous laugh. Talking‌ to the Swordmaster‍ had lifted her⁠ mood a little.‌⁠

After‌​ all, they’d been​‍‌ lifelong friends since​‍‍ their own academy‌​ days.

“This⁠ reminds me of​​‌ the old days…​‌ You remember who​‌ our teacher was,‌​‍ right? Our sister…”​

Media⁠ shuddered. Her mint-green‌‍‌ pupils trembled. Reaching⁠​ into her memories,‍​‌ she muttered.

“…Old‍​​ man, do you‍ remember the lessons‌ my sister used‍‌ to give?”

— How could I forget…

The‌ Swordmaster paused. Clearly‍ shaken.

— To be honest,⁠‌⁠ I doubt they‌‌​ could even be⁠ called ‘lessons.’ They‌ were so extreme…‍

“Damn‌ it! I forgot!​​‍ I’ve got to‍ go stop her​⁠ right now! If‍⁠‌ I don’t, our‍​ students might end​ up like you‌ or Changseong, with⁠ their personalities shattered!”​‌​

— Why are you​⁠⁠ excluding yourself?

Media⁠ ignored the jab.‍ The Swordmaster, weary-faced,​​ added,

—Calm‌ down. Even if‍⁠​ you complain, you⁠ know well that⁠‍ Meain, as strange​​ as she is,⁠‍‌ has unmatched talent‍⁠​ in bringing out​‌ the best in⁠ her students. She’s​ a natural educator.​⁠

“W-Well,⁠ yeah. Gotta admit​ it. The reason‌‌​ the Seven Stars​⁠ got so far‌‍⁠ so fast was‍​ thanks to her​ special training… but‍ still…”

— I get your‍ concern. But that’s‌⁠ exactly why they‌⁠⁠ need those classes.​‍​

The‍ Swordmaster’s tone softened.⁠​ His breath weighed‍‌⁠ with concern. The​​ thought of his‍‌‌ granddaughter going through‍⁠⁠ that made him⁠ uneasy.

— Though yeah… she’s⁠⁠ more than a little sadistic…

***​‌

Meain​​​ scanned the classroom​‍‌ and gave a small smile.

“Since⁠​ all the faces​‍⁠ here are familiar‍⁠ and you probably‍‍ already know each⁠‌​ other, we’ll skip​​ introductions. Besides, I don’t have much⁠​ to share beyond‍‍‍ my name, so‌ I’ll pass! Oh,⁠‍‌ and don’t even⁠‌​ think of asking‌ about my first⁠‌‌ love—I don’t have⁠ one. Let’s get‌‌ straight to class!”‍⁠

She‌ turned around, picked⁠‍ up a piece‌ of chalk, and‍⁠‍ began writing on⁠‍ the board. Every‌‍ gaze was drawn‍⁠ to her neck,‍​​ white as snow.‍⁠

“Combat,​‌‌ battle, fight, slaughter.​‍⁠ There are many‍​ words, but in​⁠ the end, what‌ do you think‌ is the most​ important thing in‌​⁠ a fight?”

“Training‍‍⁠ and discipline.”

Speedweapon⁠‍⁠ replied.

“You‍ need to strengthen​ basic skills through​ constant practice and‍ training.”

“And‍ the reason?”

“Because​‍ only with a healthy body and‍‍⁠ mind can you​⁠‍ push a blessing​ to its limits.⁠‌‍ That’s why the‍ academy’s curriculum prioritizes‌⁠​ physical training and⁠‍ practical work over​‌ theory.”

“As⁠ expected of you,​ Speedweapon.”

He‍⁠​ scratched the back​⁠ of his neck,‍‍ slightly embarrassed. Thanks‌ to that, Meain’s​‍ class started to⁠ flow more naturally.‌

“Correct.‌⁠ The reason why⁠‌‌ humans can maintain​⁠ a balance of⁠ power with demons,‌​⁠ who are naturally‌⁠⁠ strong by birth,‌​⁠ is precisely ‘training,’⁠‍‍ as Speedweapon said.‍​ They evolve slowly,‍​ but humans are‍ born weak and‍ must constantly push⁠‍ themselves.”

Her​ firm tone immediately‌ captured the students’‌‌‍ attention, their eyes‌⁠ now fixed on​‌ the board.

“Unlike‌⁠⁠ demons, humans can‍⁠ grow stronger through⁠ training alone, without⁠​⁠ consuming external resources.‍‍‌ But that comes⁠⁠⁠ with pain. Just⁠ as muscles tear‍ and heal stronger,‍⁠ mental strength also⁠‌ grows through wear.⁠ The more intense‌‌ the psychological impact,‌⁠‍ the greater its​ effect. That’s what​ we call shock​​​ therapy.”

The‌⁠‍ students sat up⁠⁠⁠ straighter. They even‌‌‍ forgot to take‍⁠ notes, fully focused‍⁠ on listening.

“Increasing‍‍‌ physical strength is‍ your own responsibility.​‌‍ You’re old enough​ that I shouldn’t‌​⁠ have to tell⁠⁠‍ you to exercise,​‌ right? That’s why‍⁠‌ the focus of‌​⁠ the Heavenly Class⁠​‌ will be on‌‍ strengthening the mind.”​‌‌

Leon,‌ arms crossed, asked,⁠

“And‍‍ how exactly are‍ we going to‌⁠ do that?”

The⁠​ chalk stopped. A fine white dust⁠‌⁠ fell from its‍​‍ tip.

Meain‍‍ turned slightly, locking‍ eyes with Leon.⁠‌‌ Her mint-colored eyes⁠⁠​ glowed with deep⁠⁠ intensity.

“Do‌‍ you know the​⁠ fastest way to‍​⁠ strengthen the mind?”‌⁠

Then⁠​ she wrote a single large character‍‌‍ on the board.​‌

『Death』‍

“Getting‍​ used to it.”​⁠

Snap!‌‌‍

She⁠ snapped her fingers.‍ A subdimensional field‍ spread across the‍ ceiling, walls, and​ floor of the‌​‍ classroom, enveloping it​ in a violet​ veil.

“From‍‌‌ now on, you’ll‌⁠ die twenty times​‍ a day inside‌​‍ this subdimensional space⁠‍​ until you lose⁠ your fear of‍‍⁠ death. Personalized learning​ will come after​‌ that.”

The⁠​⁠ students’ gazes turned‌⁠ blank. Meain put⁠​‍ down the chalk.‍​

“What⁠‌ are you waiting‌‌ for? Move the‍ desks and chairs​‍⁠ aside.”

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