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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 236 – Genius (2)

Chapter 236 – Genius (2)

The‍ members of the‌ class were still‌‌ dazed when I pulled the senior⁠⁠‍ out into the⁠ hallway.

Before‍‍ stepping out fully,​‍​ I briefly turned⁠‍ my head to‍ see their faces.‍​‍ Fortunately, some of⁠ their eyes were‌ starting to show⁠ signs of life​ again. They were​⁠ beginning to come‌‍⁠ out of the‍ shock.

I let out a faint sigh. Though‌​‌ it would still‌ take time for⁠‌ them to recover⁠​ completely.

I closed the door​‍ gently and walked​‌ over to her,‍‍ standing by the​ window frame.

“Senior.”​

“Yes.”⁠‍

She‍ answered with a forced smile. I looked at her‌‍‌ for a moment‌⁠⁠ and rubbed my⁠‍ forehead. They say‌‍⁠ you can’t spit​ at a smiling⁠‌‌ face, and with⁠‌ her looking like​‌ that, my words​‍‍ caught in my​‌ throat. But they⁠ had to be⁠⁠ said.

I spoke.

“I⁠ was the one‍⁠‌ who approved you⁠⁠ becoming the teacher‍‍‌ of the Heavenly‍​ Class. Technically, you​‍ made the proposal,‍⁠ but in the‌​​ end, I gave‌‌ it the green​​‍ light. And that‌​‌ makes me responsible⁠‌⁠ for the consequences.”‌​​

I crossed my arms‍‌ and leaned sideways​ against the wall.​⁠ The cold seeped‌‍‌ into my shoulder.​‍ From that position,⁠‍ I continued.

“That’s‍ why I didn’t​ want to question‍ your teaching methods.⁠​ Honestly, I don’t⁠​‍ think I’m in‍‍ any position to‌‍‌ lecture you on‍ how to teach.‍‌ So even when⁠ you said that‍⁠ crazy line about⁠⁠⁠ ‘dying twenty times‌​ a day,’ I let it go.”​

I hardened my tone.⁠‍ From here on,⁠⁠⁠ I wouldn’t sugarcoat‌ it.

“But​​ if there was‌‌ a ‘hidden agenda’⁠ disguised as a class, then I can’t stay silent.⁠ Even if it’s‍ part of the​​​ curriculum. Those kids‌ joined the Heavenly⁠⁠​ Class solely on​‍ my word. If​ someone uses that​​ trust as a mere ‘resource,’ then⁠⁠‍ as the founder​‍ of this class,​ I have to‌​ intervene.”

“……”⁠‍

“I’m​‍ not demanding you⁠‌ tell me everything.​‍ In fact, I don’t care what⁠ you’re hiding. If​⁠‍ I really cared,‍‍ I’d have asked​‍​ the moment you⁠​ called me Demon‍ Lord. And, well—if‌‍‍ it truly bothered‍ me, I wouldn’t​ be talking to​⁠ you now. I’d‌​ have settled it‍⁠⁠ with fists.”

I’m‌‍‍ the kind of⁠‌‍ guy who solves⁠⁠​ things with violence⁠‍⁠ before words.

“But⁠​‌ the more I think about it,‍‌ today’s class clearly⁠⁠‌ had a personal‌ agenda. I’m not⁠‍ talking about the​​‌ ‘dying twenty times’‍‌ part. I trust⁠​‌ you’ll moderate that.​​ The problem is,‌‍ you made me‍​ draw my sword‌​ against them. And​ you know I don’t do things‌⁠ halfway.”

She⁠ nodded slowly. I went on.

“See,​⁠ you knew exactly‌⁠​ how I am,​ and yet you​⁠ cast me as⁠⁠ the butcher. That‍⁠⁠ means you admit‍⁠ that today’s class‍​ had another purpose.”⁠

I pushed off the‌​‌ wall and stepped‌‌ closer.

“So‌​ tell me, Senior.‌‌‌ What was it‍​ you were trying​ to confirm during​‌​ today’s class?”

“……”​

She⁠ met my gaze.​⁠‌ Though it was‍ winter, her eyes⁠‌ held the color‌​ of spring.

Silence‍ lingered in the‌⁠​ hallway until she​‍ muttered, resigned.

“Kang​ Geom-Ma, since when‌ did you get​​⁠ so good at‍​ reading people? Last⁠ semester, you were⁠‍⁠ incapable of empathy.⁠​‌ The more I get to know⁠‍⁠ you, the more‌ of a mystery⁠‍ you become. You’re‍​‍ impossible to figure‌‌​ out.”

“I​ wasn’t that bad⁠‍ at empathy.”

She‌​ let out a dry laugh.

“Then⁠⁠ maybe it was​​ common sense. Either‌ way, you’re right.‌ It was clearly⁠ my mistake. Even‌‌ if it was⁠⁠‌ class-related, I had‌ a personal motive.‌‍ That’s disgraceful behavior⁠​ for an educator.”‍⁠‌

Her‌⁠ smile vanished completely.⁠ Then she bowed‌​ deeply, nearly forming​‌⁠ a right angle.‍

“I’ll‌‍ apologize to the‍‌‍ students later. But​​ first, I had‌ to apologize to⁠⁠ you, the one‌​​ in charge of‍‌ this class.”

“There‍‍⁠ was no need​ to go that‌ far.”

I scratched my head,⁠​‍ uncomfortable, and ended​​‍ up just nodding.⁠⁠

“Alright.‌⁠‌ I get it.”‍⁠​

She⁠ slowly straightened her‌ back. The eyes—those​ mint-colored eyes—did not‍ lie.

“So​⁠​ then.”

Wanting​⁠ to clear the‌‍ awkward air, I asked directly.

“What‌‌‌ were you trying⁠⁠⁠ to figure out​‍‍ with that class?”​​⁠

“Hmm…”⁠​‍

She‌​​ paused to think.‍⁠ It felt like​‌ I could hear‍⁠⁠ her thoughts turning.‌ But soon she⁠⁠ sighed, as if⁠​‌ she’d made up⁠⁠ her mind.

“Before​‍‌ I get into⁠‌​ that… Kang Geom-Ma,‌ do you know‌‌⁠ the difference between​ a blessing and‍​​ magic?”

“Blessings‌​ strengthen the body.​ Magic manipulates elements⁠⁠​ using mana, right?”‍‌​

“I’m‍⁠⁠ not talking about⁠⁠‍ textbook definitions.”

She‌ shook her head‍⁠‌ and continued.

“In‌‍ theory, ‘blessings’ are‌‌ powers lent to⁠‌ humans by the​‍ gods. While magic​‍‌ uses corrupted energy.‌‌⁠ But after decades‌‍ wandering the Demon‍‌⁠ Realm, I’ve come​‌ to the conclusion⁠‌‍ that that’s false.”⁠

“…?”‌

“A​ blessing is not⁠ power granted by⁠‍ the gods.”

She‍ said it without⁠​ any change in⁠​‌ tone, as if⁠‌‌ shattering an absolute‍​​ dogma.

“Isn’t‍​‌ it contradictory? The‍ gods supposedly vanished‍ during the mythic​⁠ age. So how​‍ can they be‍⁠‍ lending us power?‍‌ I think the‍ power we use​‌ doesn’t come from‌‌‌ the gods.”

“Then‌​ you’re saying…”

“Yes.‌⁠ I believe that‍​ ‘blessings’ are essentially​‌ the same as⁠ the ‘magic’ demons⁠⁠‍ use. The reason‍​⁠ humans can’t manipulate‍‍​ elements like they​ can is because‍ something—or someone—is preventing⁠​‌ us. That’s why⁠ our magic became⁠​​ flawed, degenerating into‌‍ what we now‍​ call ‘blessings.’”

In⁠​⁠ short, blessings are​‌‌ leftovers of magic.​​‌ And the power⁠ humans believe to‌‍ be divine is‌⁠‍ in fact no⁠ different from the⁠‌ demonic power they⁠ so despise. If​‌‍ this conversation were‍⁠​ made public, it‍​‌ would cause a global scandal—and not‍​ a good one.‌‍

I asked her.

“So‍​⁠ you’re saying blessings​​​ don’t exist?”

“What⁠‍⁠ we use is​⁠ already established under‌‍​ that name, so‍ they exist. What⁠‍⁠ I mean is,⁠ they don’t originate​⁠​ from the gods.‍⁠⁠ Though even my‍‍‍ theory has gaps.‌‍ For example, I still can’t explain⁠⁠ the ‘Blessing Awakening.’​ But this year,‍‌ I started to‌​ get a clearer⁠⁠ idea of what‌ it really is.”‌​‍

Suddenly,‍⁠‌ she poked me⁠​ lightly in the⁠‌ abdomen. I stepped​‍ back, startled. She‌ gave a faint‌‍ smile.

“What‌ I wanted to‌​⁠ learn from the⁠ subdimensional class was‍​ about the ‘entity’‍​‍ you draw your⁠ power from. I’ve​‍ seen you use‍ it before, but‌​ I thought I’d‍​​ get a clearer‍⁠ picture if you‌‌​ fought Leon, the⁠‍‌ Hero. And after⁠⁠‍ today, I’m almost‍‍ certain.”

Then,‌ she gave her‍​ conclusion.

“The​ only human who⁠ truly manifests a ‘blessing’ in its​​​ original form is⁠ you, Kang Geom-Ma.​‌ The one truly‍‌ chosen by the‍‍ gods isn’t Leon.​⁠ It’s you.”

***‌⁠⁠

Meanwhile,⁠‌‍ in the Heavenly​‌⁠ Class.

Speedweapon,‍ who had somewhat‌ regained his strength,⁠‌⁠ was rubbing his​​ temples vigorously. Just‍‌ minutes earlier, he⁠​ had experienced death.‍‍‌

“Ugh…‍ just thinking about‌⁠ it…”

The‌‍ first thing he‍⁠ did when the​‌ fight ended was⁠‍‍ check between his​‌ legs. He was​​⁠ worried it might‌⁠​ be yellow and‍ wet. Thankfully, no‍​‌ disaster had occurred.⁠ If it had,‌⁠ he would’ve been‌⁠⁠ teased for the‍ rest of his‍‌ life.

He‌ sighed in relief‌​​ and looked around.⁠⁠ Though everyone looked‍⁠‌ shaky, at least⁠⁠‌ they were no‍ longer trapped in​ the pit of​⁠ shock.

Seeing​ that left him‍‍‍ even more impressed.​‌ He felt a renewed respect for‌​‍ Kang Geom-Ma.

‘How​⁠⁠ the hell did‌​‌ he defeat all​⁠ of them?’

The‌‌‌ so-called Heavenly Class,⁠ a name he​‍ himself had come⁠​​ up with, truly‌ lived up to‍‍ its “heavenly” title.‍⁠‌

Each​ member was someone⁠ who would have‌⁠ stood out above​ the rest in​ any other generation.‍​ They weren’t just⁠ exceptional—they were true​ prodigies, likely to‌‍⁠ be celebrated their⁠‌ whole lives.

‘I​​ barely qualify as‍‌​ talented, if that.’⁠‍

Speedweapon​​‌ was quite objective‌ about himself. But​ here, talking about​ talent or genius‌​ was meaningless. Before‌ the immensity of​​ Kang Geom-Ma, everyone‌ was equally powerless.‌

‘I‍ knew we’d lose,‌‌‍ but still…’

It‍⁠ was logical. Kang⁠‍‍ Geom-Ma was one⁠ of the Seven‌‍ Stars. The successor‌ of the Swordmaster,​⁠‍ considered humanity’s strongest.‍‌ Some even said⁠‍‍ he was stronger⁠‌ than the Swordmaster​‌​ in his prime—and⁠⁠ not without reason.​‌

If⁠ you looked at⁠ the enemies Kang​‍‌ Geom-Ma had faced—top-class⁠‌ magical beasts, demons,‌ corpse commanders… monsters⁠‌ terrifying enough to‌ freeze your blood‌⁠‍ just imagining them.‍​ And he had‍⁠‌ annihilated them alone.‌ How could anyone​‌‍ beat someone like‌ that? It wasn’t⁠‍ bravery—it was recklessness.‌‌

“…Even‍​ so.”

They⁠ had hoped to​‌ at least land‍ a scratch. They​‍⁠ were seven from​ the so-called golden⁠‍⁠ group. It wasn’t‌​​ that far-fetched to⁠ think they could‍⁠‌ open an opening.⁠

They‌​ say not even‍‌‌ the best can⁠ win against everyone⁠​‍ at once. But⁠⁠⁠ that too turned⁠ out to be‌‌ an arrogant illusion.⁠‌‍

It‌ wasn’t just that‍‌ they lost—they couldn’t​ even touch him.‌ Even though he‍⁠ was clearly holding‍‍​ back, they were‌‌ just hitting air.​ And in mere‌ seconds, they were​ toppled like LEGO⁠ blocks.

He​ didn’t hate him.⁠ He didn’t even​⁠‌ resent him. It​‌⁠ was simply too⁠⁠⁠ overwhelming. He didn’t​‌ even feel frustration.⁠​ On the contrary,‌⁠‍ his respect for​⁠ Kang Geom-Ma grew‍‌ even deeper.

‘The⁠‍‌ power he has​ now doesn’t compare‍⁠⁠ to when he‌‌⁠ fought the Demonic​ Sirens or the‌​ Bull King.’

And‍ yet, it was​ puzzling. Kang Geom-Ma​⁠ was no longer‍​ at a level‍​ that could be‌ compared with the​‍⁠ strongest humans. He‌‍​ was something else.‍​‌ Something capable of‍‌ facing even a Corps Commander.

“Seriously,‍​ was that a blessing? What kind‌ of blessing lets⁠‍ you handle a sword like that?”‍​

In‌‍⁠ the hero society,​ asking about someone’s⁠⁠‍ blessing was one⁠‍ of the greatest‌‌ taboos.

It‍⁠‌ was like asking​⁠‍ for a bank‍​⁠ account number. It​‌⁠ was even clearly‌ stated in the‍‌ hero law, “Avoid⁠​ revealing your blessing‌‍‌ to anyone outside​ your family.” But‍‍⁠ he couldn’t help​​ his curiosity anymore.⁠‌⁠

Was‍ what he used​ really a blessing?‍‌ It didn’t seem⁠‌ like mere physical⁠ enhancement.

Maybe‌ it was something‌‍ beyond blessings. A different kind of⁠⁠ power?

While‍ Speedweapon was lost‍ in those thoughts,‌​​ he heard Rachel​​‍ muttering beside him.‍​‌

“If‍ I apply Geom-Ma’s‍‍‍ movements to the‌​ spear, the Mura‍‌‍ family’s technique would‌⁠⁠ stop relying so‍ much on brute​ force…”

Rachel‌​ mumbled, motionless as⁠ a statue. Her‌⁠‍ unusually serious face​ puzzled Speedweapon. What‍‌ was up with​ her?

“The‌ stealth attack from​ behind was too⁠‌ obvious to Geom-Ma.‍‍ Maybe if I’d‌ attacked from above‌ or head-on…”

This​⁠ time, it was​​‍ Chloe. She took‌ deep breaths as⁠⁠⁠ she reviewed the‌⁠‍ fight. And she‌ wasn’t the only‌‍ one.

“The‌​‍ Nibelung family’s swordplay‍ is too rigid.‍⁠​ In contrast, Geom-Ma‌‍‍ moves his body‌​ with complete freedom…”‌​⁠

Abel⁠‌‌ was doing it​⁠‌ too, recalling every​ move. Speedweapon let​ out a chuckle.‌⁠ How foolish he’d‌‌ been to underestimate⁠ them.

All‌⁠‍ of them had​ been born with​‍​ exceptional talent. And‌‍ though they were‌ utterly defeated today,⁠‌‌ they weren’t demoralized.​‍⁠ They were analyzing⁠‍‍ the loss, trying​‍​ to learn from​ it. They would​​‍ get back up‌⁠ and push their‍⁠​ limits even further.‍

What’s‍‍⁠ more, they wanted‍‍‌ to be like​ him.

Even‍‌ knowing it was⁠‌⁠ an unattainable goal,⁠ they were still‍⁠‍ trying to get‌‍⁠ closer.

They‍‌ didn’t just stand‍ there looking up.​ That’s why they‍ were true geniuses.‍

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