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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 237 – The First Snowfall (1)

Chapter 237 – The First Snowfall (1)

From‍ the very first​‌ day, the Heavenly⁠⁠‍ Class creaked a little.

As‍​‍ its de facto‌‌ founder, I was‌‌⁠ genuinely worried about​⁠‌ its future. I feared I had⁠​ created something unnatural.‌ After all, the​ Heavenly Class was​​ unprecedented.

If‍‍‍ this world was​ based on Miracle​‌ Blessing M, then‌‍‍ in game terms.​‌‌

‘A​‌‍ system error. A bug.’

Not‌ only had a background character A become one of⁠‍ the Seven Heroes,⁠​​ but he had⁠​‍ also founded his⁠⁠‌ own class. Things‍‌⁠ going off balance⁠ was hardly surprising.‌⁠‍ Though I had‌ anticipated that.

‘Being​​ prepared is one‌‍ thing—accepting it is⁠‍‌ another.’

But⁠​⁠ over time, I came to realize.‍ All those worries‌⁠ had been unfounded.‍⁠

The​ students followed Meain’s‍‍‍ instructions without complaint.⁠ Yesterday, today, tomorrow,​​‌ the day after,⁠ and the next.‍ They died twenty‍ times a day.​

The​​ ways they died‍​ were varied. Out‍ of respect for⁠ their rights and‍​ mental health, I’ll‌‌‌ refrain from sharing‍⁠ the details.

Even​ so, they didn’t‌‍ give up.

Even‌ if they vomited‍ breakfast, fainted from‌ nosebleeds, or their​‍‍ skin turned ashen—they‍‌ leaned on trembling​ knees to rise⁠ again.

They⁠​‍ straightened backs bent⁠ from exhaustion. They‍⁠ somehow revived their‌‌ bodies and minds‍⁠‍ soaked in fatigue.‍‌

All​ to build immunity​ against the primal‌ fear of death.‍​

‘Why‍ are they pushing⁠‍‌ themselves this hard?’⁠⁠​

There​ was no material‌​⁠ reward involved. The⁠‌ fact that not‌​ a single one‍ complained made me‌‍⁠ even more concerned.‌​⁠

If⁠​​ any of them⁠‍ had said they‌​ were going insane,⁠ I would’ve gladly‌‌ spoken with Meain.‍ I’d have asked‌ her to tone‍‌ the class down.‌ This was bordering‌ on abuse.

They‌‌ were kids who‍‌‍ had joined the‌ class simply because‍⁠​ they trusted me.‍​ They could’ve asked⁠⁠ for that and‌⁠ more. They even⁠​​ had the backing​ of the resources‍​ promised by the​​ Prime Minister.

Yet‌‍​ they remained silent.‌‌⁠ Even with faces⁠‌ like corpses—not a single complaint.

‘Even​ if they are‌⁠ students from Joaquin‍‌‍ Academy, even if​‍ they were carefully‌‌‌ selected…’

In‌‍‌ the end, they‌ were still minors.⁠ If something bothered⁠⁠ them, they had⁠‌ every right to​‍ say so. No‌⁠‌ one would blame‌​⁠ them for that.​

It‍‌‌ was a right‌⁠ any teenager should‌ be able to​ exercise. At least,⁠‍‍ that’s what my‍⁠​ first teacher used​‌⁠ to preach.

—A⁠​ child has the⁠​⁠ right to be‍⁠ a child. It’s⁠‌ much better to‍‍ cry out when⁠ something hurts than‍‍⁠ to pretend to‌ be mature. Holding​ it in just⁠⁠ makes it rot​‍⁠ inside.

‘Master,‌ but why are​ the teens in‍‍ this world like​ this?’

So,​‍‌ about a week​⁠ after the Heavenly‍‍ Class started, I asked Speedweapon.

His‍ answer was this.‌

“Of​⁠ course it’s tough.‌⁠⁠ Dying is still​ something I haven’t‌ gotten used to.​ Every time my⁠⁠‌ vision fades, I get scared. I think, ‘What if⁠‌ this time I really die?’ ‘What‍⁠​ if, when I open my eyes,​ I’m already in‍‌‌ the afterlife?’ But‍‌ why do we‍ endure it? Well…‍‌ I hadn’t really‍‍‌ thought about it⁠‌ because the days‍‌ have been so‌ chaotic. But now‌⁠‍ that I do,⁠​​ it must be​ ambition. A near-voracious​⁠⁠ desire to be⁠ stronger. I think‍ that’s why everyone‌ grits their teeth‍ and bears it.​‌ At least, that’s‍‌⁠ my reason.”

In‍⁠ that moment, I shuddered.

His⁠⁠⁠ words eased the‍‌ uneasiness that had​‌ been circling in​​​ my heart. To‍‌‌ think this was‌ the same Speedweapon‌‌ who had trembled⁠⁠‍ in fear before⁠ the Demonic Siren​ just six months‌​ ago.

‘I⁠​ never imagined hearing‌​ something like that​‌ from him.’

At‌ this age, you‍​ relearn what strength⁠ is—from someone far⁠ younger than you.‌‍⁠

I was filled with‍ remorse.

“Without‌‍⁠ realizing it, I kept treating them​‍ like mere teenagers.”‌‍⁠

Maybe,‌ unknowingly, I had‌ become the very​⁠‍ thing I hated‌⁠ most when I was young—a condescending‍ adult. A bitter‌​⁠ old man.

***​​

Time⁠​ passed mercilessly.

It⁠‌‌ had already been​‍ a month since‍⁠ the yellow and​‍​ red colors of‍ autumn had vanished.‍‍⁠ The sky remained‍‍‌ covered with gray‌ clouds, and the‍‍​ days repeated their‌​‌ gloomy tone. In⁠ tune with that,⁠‌ the students’ clothes​‌ grew thicker with⁠ each passing day.‌

Whoosh.⁠

The‍‍​ cold air cut⁠​​ to the bone.‍ The true start‍‍​ of winter. The​​‌ wind was biting.‌​

“Ugh…⁠‍‍ brrr.”

I buried my mouth​‌ in my scarf.‌ Buttoned up my⁠​​ coat tightly and‍‍ rubbed my hands​​​ together like a mosquito.

“Why⁠ is it so⁠⁠​ cold?”

I didn’t have a mirror, but my​‍⁠ lips must have‌ been purple. My⁠‍⁠ hands, ears, and​ the tip of‌‍‌ my nose were⁠ red from the​​ blood pooling at⁠⁠ my extremities.

Winter⁠ in this world‌‌‌ felt colder than⁠‌ usual. Before leaving‌‌⁠ the dorm, I checked—it was around‌‌ ten below zero.‌‍ Even for December,‍​‌ it was freezing.‌⁠

‘If​‍ this is just‍‍‍ the beginning of​⁠ winter, what’s the​ full season going‍​ to be like?’‍​

Grumbling⁠⁠ from the cold,‍​ I picked up​ the pace.

I was heading to‌ the director’s office.​‌‌ Ever since the​‍ Celestial Class was‍ created, I’d been‌‌⁠ meeting with her‌​ every week.

‘Though‌ calling it a “meeting” is a stretch—it’s more like​‍‌ a tutorial.’

When‌⁠‍ I met with⁠⁠‌ Media, we usually⁠‌⁠ discussed strategies. Not​ just about the​‌ Celestial Class, but​​‍ also about international‍ affairs, demon movements,​⁠⁠ etc. Topics you​​ wouldn’t learn in⁠​⁠ class.

Thanks‍‌ to that, my‌​‌ narrow perspective had‌​​ expanded over time.‌‍ Of course, it‌‌ also meant extra​⁠ work, but Media⁠​ wasn’t free either.‍ She juggled just‍ as much to‍‌⁠ make time.

Complaining‌ alone would’ve been‌ inconsiderate. Still, with⁠ today’s cold, it​ was hard to⁠⁠ get out.

“If​​​ it were closer,‌‍⁠ I wouldn’t even​​‌ complain.”

Joaquin‌‍ Academy was huge.‌‌ Enormous. Ridiculously huge.‌‌⁠ And with the‌ freezing wind, I noticed it even‍​ more.

The‍ dry leaves crunched⁠ coldly beneath my‌‍ feet. If only​⁠​ it snowed, I could at least⁠​ enjoy the sound‌‌ of stepping on⁠⁠ snow.

I tilted my head‌​ back to look‍⁠‌ at the sky.⁠ It remained gray,⁠‌⁠ the clouds moving​‍​ slowly. It didn’t‌​ look like it‌‌⁠ would snow.

I sighed and lowered‌ my head. Just⁠‌​ then, a hint​‍ of color appeared⁠ at the edge‌⁠‌ of my vision.⁠‌‍ Sky blue. A color forgotten in​​ winter fluttered softly.​ I called her⁠​ name without thinking.‌‌

“Ryozo.”⁠⁠⁠

Ryozo⁠⁠ turned her head‌‌​ toward me. She‍‌⁠ wore a red​‌‌ scarf that matched⁠ well with her⁠ hair.

She​‌‌ looked at me⁠ with a serious‌‌ expression.

“What’s‍ this? You, outside​⁠⁠ on a weekend?”​⁠⁠

Her​‍ tone was cold.‌​ I gave a sheepish smile.

“Going‍‍ to the director’s‌‌ office. I’ve got​‍ weekly meetings with⁠​‍ her.”

“I⁠‍ see. What a pain in this‍⁠ cold.”

“Yeah,‌‍ something like that.”​​

Dry‌⁠‌ exchange of words.‍‌

Since​‌ the Heavenly Class‍ was formed, my‍⁠‌ relationship with Ryozo‍ had cooled a bit. Not for‌⁠ any particular reason—just⁠⁠⁠ because we didn’t‍​ cross paths as⁠ much.

I had a lot‍ on my plate,⁠⁠​ and Ryozo seemed​‍‍ busy too. Dying⁠ twenty times a day in a subdimensional space and‍ still studying wasn’t⁠​⁠ easy. I wasn’t⁠‍‌ the only one​​‍ strapped for time.⁠

‘But‌ this is just‌‍ too awkward.’

Ryozo⁠⁠⁠ was one of​‌​ the founding members​​‌ of the exploration‍ club, the precursor‌‌ to the Heavenly‌​‍ Class. Even if​​​ we were a bit distant now,​​‌ she was a very special friend⁠ to me.

‘There’s‌ still time before‍⁠ my appointment with‌​⁠ the director.’

I decided to start‍‌ a conversation.

“Ryozo,​⁠ you don’t usually⁠ come out on‍ weekends either.”

She​‌ stared at me.​⁠‌ It was a strange look. Cold​⁠‌ yet warm, but‌ not lukewarm.

“I…”​​

After‍‍⁠ a short pause,⁠‌ Ryozo spoke. It​‍⁠ seemed hard for​⁠ her, but she‍⁠ finally said it.⁠​‌

“…I’m​⁠ going to see‌​ my mother.”

I blinked. From her‌​⁠ point of view,⁠​ my face must’ve​​ looked ridiculous. Maybe‍ that’s why she​ gave a faint‌​ smile.

“Isn’t‌⁠ it a little‌⁠ cruel to make​⁠ that face after‍​ asking?”

I got flustered.

“Ah,⁠​ it’s just… well…‌ I’m happy for⁠‌ you.”

“Pfft.”‍⁠‍

A short laugh. Her‌ breath dissipated from⁠ her tense lips.⁠

“Did​ you know you’ve‍ changed a lot‍‌⁠ since I met​⁠ you? Back when‌⁠ you showed off​ by throwing that⁠​‍ knife at the⁠⁠ target…”

“……”‌

That‌​‌ was when I was completely unhinged.⁠ Deep in the​‌ adjustment phase to​⁠‌ the “Blessing of‌​ the Sword God.”⁠⁠ A kind of​⁠ adolescence.

After‌​‍ overcoming that process,‌ as my “character‍​ level” rose, I became more normal.‌

‘Thinking‍⁠ about it now,‌​ I was totally‍ insane.’

I scratched my brow​⁠​ with my thumb,​⁠‍ embarrassed. Ryozo took‍⁠ the opportunity to​ tease me.

“Seriously,⁠ I thought, ‘What‍ kind of idiot​ is this?’ But‍‌‌ now you’re all​‍ sentimental.”

Ryozo‍​ spun on her‍‌ heels and started⁠⁠ walking alongside me.‌​ Through her sky-blue‌ hair, her profile​ appeared from time⁠ to time.

“Actually,‍⁠‌ yesterday Saki Hina​⁠ sent me a message. It was​‍ a link with​⁠ my mother’s current‍⁠ address.”

“……”‌‌

“To‍ be honest, I didn’t expect anything.‍‍‍ I thought the⁠⁠⁠ promise back then​‍​ was just a way to dodge‍‌ the issue. But⁠‌ something must’ve changed,⁠ because Hina surprised‌ me.”

Something‌‍ in her words‌​ didn’t sit right‌‌‍ with me. Ryozo​ was cautious. The⁠‌‌ type to check⁠​ a bridge a thousand times before‌ crossing. But now…‍​

‘She’s⁠ convinced.’

She⁠ had no doubt⁠ that the address‌ was her mother’s.‌ That wasn’t like‌‌​ her.

And​⁠ it wasn’t that‍⁠​ her personality had‌‌ changed. If it⁠⁠ had, I would’ve​‌ noticed the moment‍⁠ I saw her‍‍​ today.

‘After‍ nearly a year⁠⁠‍ together…’

So,​‍ why was she‌ so sure? The‍⁠ reason was simple.‍‍⁠

Ryozo‌⁠⁠ tilted her head‌ slightly.

“Did⁠ you figure it‌‍ out?”

“……”​‍⁠

I didn’t respond. Sometimes‌‌ silence is the‍⁠ best answer.

Ryozo‌‌⁠ looked forward again.​⁠ As if she‍ didn’t want me‌ to see her‌⁠ expression.

“Yes.‌‌⁠ I already knew‍ my mother’s address.​‍⁠ The first thing‌⁠​ I did after‌⁠​ creating Vixbig was⁠ to search for⁠ it. And since‍‌ Vixbig is so⁠⁠⁠ powerful, it found​ her instantly.”

Maybe​‍ because she was‌​​ touching on something​‌‍ painful, her breathing‍ and pulse were‌⁠‌ uneven.

“But‍‌ once I had‍ it, I didn’t⁠‍ know what to⁠‍ do. I couldn’t⁠⁠​ just show up​ and say, ‘Your⁠ daughter’s here.’”

As​ a child, she‍‍​ must’ve been afraid.‌​ Maybe her mother‍‍‌ didn’t want to⁠⁠⁠ see her. Maybe⁠⁠ she’d be rejected.‌ Maybe she had​‌⁠ a new family‍‌ already.

“What’s​ the point in⁠ knowing where she⁠​ lives if I don’t know what​⁠‌ she wants? And⁠⁠​ if she doesn’t‌⁠‍ want me, I’d‍‌ just be a bother. So even‍⁠ though I knew,‍‍‌ I pretended I didn’t. But…”

The‍​⁠ wind paused for⁠⁠⁠ a moment. Her⁠ voice, previously barely‍‌ audible, became clear.‍

“…For⁠⁠ Saki Hina to​‍‍ know means my⁠⁠ mother agreed to‌ give her address.‍​‍ Yes. That has​ to be it.”⁠​

Ryozo⁠​ clenched her fists.​‍

“If‍‍ Hina knows, it’s​ because she got‌ it from the​⁠⁠ Foundation. And of⁠‌‍ course, that means‍​‌ they asked my⁠‌‍ mother if she⁠​​ was okay with‌ giving it to⁠​‌ me.”

Maybe​ it was all​⁠ just rationalization. But‍‍⁠ even so, she‍⁠ decided to believe⁠‌​ it.

Maybe⁠ it was just‍‌​ an excuse to​⁠‌ justify her impulse.‍ But even so.‌‌ She made a choice. She’d go‍​ see her mother.⁠​ She gathered her‌ courage.

‘But…’‍‌

She‍‌ couldn’t take the​‍ step. That’s why⁠​⁠ she wandered around⁠ campus in the‍‍ middle of winter.‌ Hesitating.

Then‍⁠ I showed up.‍ And seeing my⁠​‍ face amidst all‍​ that confusion, she​‌ felt like crying.​

She‌ tried to run.⁠ But she couldn’t‌​⁠ move. It had‌ been a month‌‌⁠ since she last‌⁠⁠ saw me up​‌ close. And she‌ had missed me.​ A lot.

Even​‍⁠ though she knew​‍ she’d be embarrassed,‌ she stayed. Standing‍‌​ still. And that⁠‍ led to this.‍‌‌ To confessing her​⁠​ weaknesses and justifying‍‌​ her decisions.

The‌ metallic taste of‌‌​ blood spread through​​⁠ her mouth as‌​‍ she bit her⁠​‌ cheek in embarrassment.⁠​‌

Then—​​

“Ryozo.”​‌

She​​⁠ looked up at​ the sound of⁠‌ my voice.

With‍​⁠ a smile that‍⁠​ could melt the​​ winter cold, I said,

“Let’s‍​‍ go together.”

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