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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 238 – The First Snowfall (2)

Chapter 238 – The First Snowfall (2)

Ryozo‍ blinked.

Her‍⁠ mind and expression‍​‍ went blank.

A second later, surprise⁠ washed over her.‌⁠

‘Did‍‍ he say he‌ wants to come‌​ with me to‍⁠ see my mother?’‍‌

She‌‌‌ didn’t know how‍​ to react to​‍ such a sudden​ proposal.

‘And‌ here I was,‍‍ already embarrassed enough‍ for spilling all‍ of that like⁠ it was some‌​‌ complaint!’

But​⁠ Kang Geom-Ma’s gaze,⁠⁠‍ as always, was⁠‍ full of sincerity.‌ Yes, that’s how​ he was. Someone​ who never spoke​​‌ empty words. That⁠‍ honesty gave weight⁠⁠​ to everything he​‌ said, making it​ even more persuasive.​​

‘He​‍ never speaks just⁠ for the sake‌⁠⁠ of speaking.’

It‍‌ wasn’t just a momentary comfort. He⁠‌​ genuinely wanted to‌ be with her​ in that moment.⁠⁠​

‘He⁠​​ must’ve noticed that​ I was anxious.’⁠

It‍‍‌ was a kind​⁠‌ offer. A simple‍‌‌ “Let’s go together,‌‌ if that’s okay.”⁠‌ Ryozo felt her​‌ cheeks burn. She⁠ was embarrassed. She​ felt ridiculous. And​​ at the same‌⁠‍ time, overwhelmingly happy.‍ So much that​​‌ she couldn’t put⁠ it into words.‍

She‍ glanced sideways.

“It’s‌‌ fine if we‍‌‍ go together, but…”‍

She⁠​⁠ muttered, covering half⁠​ her face with‌‌ her scarf. The‌‌‌ rough texture of‍​‌ the wool itched‌​ against her lips.​⁠‍

“…You⁠‍ said you were‍‍ heading to the‍ director’s office.”

“Oh,‍ that.”

Kang​​ Geom-Ma scratched his​‍‍ forehead.

It​ was his habit⁠⁠⁠ when looking for‌ the right words.‌⁠⁠ Even that trivial‍​ gesture was enough​ to make Ryozo’s‍⁠‌ heart pound.

While​ her chest throbbed,‌‍ Kang Geom-Ma smiled​​‌ sheepishly.

“I‍​ go every week,⁠⁠ so it’s no‌ big deal if​​ I skip once.​ I’ll let her​‍ know, of course.⁠‍‍ And you know,‍ right? The director‍⁠ isn’t the type​ to get mad‌ if I say‍⁠‍ I went out‌⁠ with a friend.​‍ She’d probably be‍ happy. She always⁠ says it’s a shame I can’t⁠‍ enjoy the things‌ people my age‌‌ do, since I became one of​‌ the Seven Stars⁠‍ so young.”

“Ah…”‍

It‍⁠‌ was then that‍‍ Ryozo looked at‌‌‍ his face more‍ closely. The shadows​ under his eyes,‍‌ the pale complexion.‍‍ She could imagine‌‌⁠ the kind of⁠ routine he’d been​⁠ living through for⁠⁠ the past month.⁠⁠​

‘You’ve‌‍ been so busy.’​⁠

It⁠​⁠ couldn’t be helped.‌​ Kang Geom-Ma had‍ a schedule so‍‌‌ brutal that even⁠ twenty-four hours a day didn’t seem⁠‌⁠ enough. Studying, official‍⁠‍ duties, countless assignments.⁠ Unlike her, who‍ could at least⁠‍‍ focus solely on​ classes. That’s why‍‍‌ the director pitied‍ him.

‘And⁠ me…’

She‍ made a face‍‌ like she was‍​‌ the most miserable‌ person in the‌​ world.

Everyone‍ talked about Kang⁠ Geom-Ma like a star. The youngest‌ Hero among the‌‍ Seven Stars, the‍‍ world’s strongest force,​​ someone beyond human.⁠‍ All the different⁠ titles pointed to⁠‌ the same thing—he⁠ was at the⁠‍⁠ top.

The​⁠‌ top.

A place everyone dreams‌ of reaching. And​⁠‍ Kang Geom-Ma had‍ gotten there far​​ too soon. That​ also meant he‍‌ had been left‌ alone far too‍‌⁠ early.

‘And‌‌ yet, he doesn’t⁠​ complain.’

Ryozo​ knew his family​​‍ history. That’s what‌‍ made her chest‌​ ache even more.‍

‘Compared⁠​⁠ to him, I have no right​ to say my‍‍ life’s been hard.’⁠

She​⁠⁠ felt a sting‌‌‍ in her eyes.⁠ She convinced herself​‍​ it was from‌⁠‌ the cold wind.‍⁠

‘I’m⁠‍ such a coward.’​‍

Always‍ acting tough, but‌‍‌ in reality, all‍ she knew was⁠‍ how to lean​ on others.

‘And‌ he, the one‌‍ who’s suffered the‌​‌ most, was the‌‌ first to reach​⁠ out to me.’⁠‍​

He‌ even gave her‌ comfort without judging.‌

Ryozo⁠ discreetly wiped her‍⁠ eyes with her⁠ scarf. Then asked‌‍ cautiously,

“The‌​ destination’s Busan. We’ll​⁠ need to set‍‍​ aside the whole‍‌ day. Are you​​ sure you can​​ manage that?”

Kang‌ Geom-Ma didn’t hesitate.‌⁠​ He simply nodded.​‌‌

“It’s‍​⁠ Saturday. I’ve got⁠​ plenty of time.”​

***‍

A moment later, in‌⁠ the director’s office.⁠‌‍

“Of‍‌‌ course! Yes, yes.​‌⁠ That’s fine. Have‍⁠ lots of fun~!”‌​​

Click.​⁠⁠

Media‌​ ended the call​ with Kang Geom-Ma⁠‌‍ and walked over​‌ to the window.​

The⁠​ frost on the​​​ glass blurred the‍‌​ view outside, giving⁠ it a somewhat‌​​ nostalgic look.

“Well,​​‍ well, our dear​‍ Geom-Ma. Going out​‌​ on the weekend​​ with a friend.”‌⁠⁠

A smile appeared on‌​ her lips as⁠⁠ she stretched and​ raised her arms.⁠

“I‍‌ was just about‌⁠‌ to tell him‌⁠ to take a break. He’s been⁠ pushing himself way​‌‌ too hard lately.”‌⁠

Not⁠⁠ long ago, Kang‍ Geom-Ma had called​‌​ to ask if​‌‍ they could postpone‌‌⁠ today’s meeting.

He​‍ apologized several times,‌‌‍ clearly embarrassed.

Media‌‌ agreed without hesitation.‍‍ In fact, she​‌ strongly encouraged him‍⁠ to rest. She‍​​ didn’t even ask⁠ who he was⁠ going out with.‌ She genuinely hoped‌‍‌ Kang Geom-Ma could‌‍ relax.

Canceling‍⁠⁠ a meeting? Insignificant.⁠

Media⁠ sipped her coffee.⁠‍​ The steam rising​⁠ from the cup⁠‍⁠ turned to frost⁠⁠ upon touching the‍​​ glass.

“I’ll‌‌ talk to the‌‌⁠ Association. They need⁠ to lighten Geom-Ma’s​​‌ workload.”

As‍‍‌ she enjoyed the‍‍⁠ moment of calm,‍ the phone on‍‌ her desk suddenly‌⁠‌ rang loudly.

— ♬♭♩♫♪

Media​‌ frowned.

“Who⁠​ the hell calls​​‍ on a weekend?”‍

As​‍ a director, she‌⁠ worked office hours‍​ 9 to 6,⁠‌ five days a week.

‘And‌​‌ yet.’

The‍ reason she came⁠ to work on‌ the weekend—besides her‌ meeting with Geom-Ma—was​ that she couldn’t​ stand being at​⁠⁠ home. Chaos had​‍‌ reigned there ever⁠‌ since her twin⁠​ sister, Meain, started⁠‌ living with her.⁠

Unlike‍‌ orderly Media, Meain‌ was chaos incarnate.‌‌ She ordered food‍⁠‍ three times a day and never‍ cleaned up.

Media‌⁠ had tried to⁠ scold her. Meain⁠‌‍ hadn’t flinched. She‍⁠⁠ just gave hollow​ apologies with no​ intent of improvement.‍

Media‌​ no longer had‌ expectations, so she‌⁠ didn’t feel disappointment‌⁠‌ anymore either.

‘If‌‌ you don’t like⁠⁠ the temple, stop‌⁠‌ being a monk.’‌

She⁠ left the now-disastrous‌⁠‌ house and took‍⁠‍ refuge in her⁠​‌ next least-worst option—the‌ director’s office.

‘I‍ really can’t take⁠⁠ this anymore.’

One⁠⁠‍ day she’d have‌ to confront her.‍‌‍ But for now,‍‍ she had no⁠‌‍ choice but to‌ endure.

“My‌ life is exhausting.”​‍⁠

While‌​ sighing deeply, the​​‌ phone continued to‍⁠ ring. Clicking her‌ tongue, Media finally‌ answered.

“Hello?”​⁠

— ……

No⁠ one answered. Media‍ pulled the phone‍ away from her​​‍ ear to check‍⁠ the number. Unknown.‍​

She⁠‌ frowned. Maybe it​ was her bad‌‌ mood from having​‍‌ to work on‌⁠ the weekend, but​ suddenly a wave‌ of irritation surged‌​‍ to her head.‌

She‍ raised her voice‍⁠​ into the receiver.‍​

“Who‍ is this? If⁠​ you called, then‍‍ say something!”

— ……

“What,​ is this a scam call or‌ something? Hey, do‌‌‍ you know who‌‍ you’re calling? Are⁠⁠ you one of​ those bloodsuckers? You’ll​‌⁠ see, I’m going‌‍ to trace this⁠⁠ number and—”

— My daughter.

A hoarse voice, aged​⁠ and coarse like‌‍ sandpaper against the⁠ ear. Media’s expression‌⁠​ instantly changed.

Only‍ one person in‌‍ the world called⁠‍ her that.

— Forgive me. It’s‍ my first time‍​‌ using a smartphone.⁠​‍ I didn’t even‍‍ know how to​‌ make a call.⁠ Seems like just‌ yesterday we invented​​‍ the pager, and‌ look at us‍‍ now.

An‍​ ancient survivor who⁠‍‌ had lived for‍‌ over two centuries.‌

— It’s been forty⁠ years since we​‌ spoke at your‌ promotion ceremony to‌⁠ the Seven Stars.​ Your voice is‍ still strong—like you‍ swallowed a megaphone.‌‍⁠ You even sound‌​‌ healthier.

The⁠ highest-ranking hero of⁠​‌ them all.

— I’m sorry for⁠ calling so suddenly​​ with this unexpected‌‍ request.

The‌‍‍ president of the‌‌‍ Association Victor Poison.‌‌‌

— Could you arrange​‌​ a meeting for‌ me with that⁠⁠ new member of​⁠‍ the Seven Stars,⁠ the young man‍⁠‌ they call the⁠⁠‍ Heavenly Sword?

He‍‌‍ wanted to meet‌ the rising star.⁠⁠

***⁠​‍

If‍​ I had to‍ pick just one⁠ benefit of attending⁠​‍ Joaquin Academy, it’d‌‍‍ definitely be the‍​ “subspace warp.”

A flash of purple​‌ surrounds you, you‌​ close your eyes‌‍ for a moment,​ feel a brief​⁠⁠ wave of nausea,​‍ and when you​‌‌ open them—you’re standing‍ exactly where you​‌⁠ wanted to go.⁠‌ Just like now.​⁠​

“From⁠ Gangwon-do, Wonju, to⁠‌​ Busan in just​⁠​ 30 seconds.”

The‌‌ scent of salty⁠‍ sea air. Ships​⁠​ lined up at‌​⁠ the dock. Gulls​‍‍ circling and crying‍ above the coast.‌​‍

“Heh…”​

A hollow laugh escaped⁠‍⁠ me. The subspace⁠ warp—a method that‍ completely ignores the‌ laws of physics—still‌⁠​ left me speechless,⁠​⁠ no matter how⁠ many times I used it.

‘Barriers,​ warps, dimensional pockets…’‍

It’s​‌​ basically a cheat.‍ I don’t even‌⁠‍ bother wondering why‍‌⁠ something this broken​‌​ exists. In a fantasy world based‌ on a game‌‌‍ like Miracle Blessing‌‍ M, it’s just⁠⁠ a user-convenience system.​ No better way​⁠ to skip the‍ hassle of travel.⁠‌‍ One of this‌‌​ world’s perks.

‘But⁠ it’s so unfair.’​⁠

While‍‌ some people take​ six hours on‍‌​ a congested highway​ to get to‍ Busan, others do‌⁠ it in thirty⁠ seconds. Here, they​ call that a privilege.

Back⁠‍‌ on Earth, adults​‌‌ always said time‍⁠‌ is the same‍‌‍ for everyone.

Lies.​ In this world,‍​⁠ time is bought.⁠⁠​ It’s just another​‍‌ resource.

The‌‍​ greatest of injustices.‌ Before, I’d have⁠‌​ shouted, “What an‌​ unbalanced game this‍ is!” but…

“……”‌⁠‍

Now‌​ I stay silent.‍ I’ve lost the‍‍ right to say‍ those things.

I’m​‌ a Hero of⁠ the Seven Stars.‌​‍ I’m no longer⁠⁠‍ one of the‍‍ oppressed—I’m part of​ the elite. And‍​ not just that—I‍ hold power comparable‍⁠ to a national‍‌‍ president.

I can enjoy every‌ privilege possible. Using‍ the warp freely,​ something forbidden for‍ regular students, like‌ it’s a trip‍ to the bathroom.​⁠‌ I can no​⁠ longer run from‌ the contradictions I used to criticize.‌​

‘I‌ can’t help it.’⁠‌⁠

Suddenly,‌‍⁠ I felt someone​‌​ watching me. I turned. Ryozo was‍‍⁠ looking at me,⁠ her eyes shining.‌ Maybe because of‌⁠ the cloudy sky,⁠​ her light-blue irises‍ stood out more‍ than ever.

‘Does​‌ seeing me use⁠‌ the warp make​ me seem different‌‌ to her?’

I don’t blame her.‌⁠ Even I feel​⁠ weird about it.⁠‌⁠ Trying to play‌⁠‌ it off, I asked her,

“How‌‌‍ far is it‍⁠ to your place?”​‍‌

“Oh,‍⁠‌ right.”

Startled,⁠ Ryozo hurriedly took⁠‌ out her phone.‍‌​ She opened the⁠ map with the‌​‍ saved address and⁠⁠⁠ showed it to‍⁠⁠ me.

“We​​‍ can take the‍ bus. It’s a short ride.”

We​ started walking. We‌​ strolled along the​ coast, passed a quiet harbor. The‍‍ sea breeze was‍​ cold, but not‌‌ so much when‌‌​ you weren’t alone.​

Then​‌ we caught a local bus. Since‍ it was the‍‍​ weekend, it was⁠‍ packed.

‘If‍‍ anyone recognizes me,​​​ I’m screwed.’

I worried, but luckily⁠​‍ I had my‍​‌ hood. I pulled​​ it all the⁠ way down. No​​ one seemed to‍ notice the “Heavenly‍⁠ Sword.” It felt‍ like a low-key‍‌ celebrity experience.

The⁠⁠‍ bus took off.⁠‍⁠ One stop passed.‍ Luckily, two seats‍​ opened up and​​‍ we sat down.​

Second,‍ third, fourth stop.​‌ The port city⁠ of Busan slowly​‌ flowed past the​ window.

I glanced to my‍ side. Ryozo rested‍‍ her forehead against‍‌ the glass, her​ expression growing darker‍⁠ with each stop.‌​‌ Her hands on‌‌‍ her lap were‌ trembling slightly.

Rozz…⁠⁠

I took her hand​⁠‍ firmly. It was‍​ cold, as expected⁠⁠ after walking in‌⁠ the sea wind.​⁠

“……”‌‌

Ryozo⁠‍ flinched, but said‌​ nothing. Her hand​‌ stopped shaking. The‍‍ shadow over her‍ face also lightened‍ a bit.

The​‍​ bus reached its⁠ final stop. We​‌‌ got off and​ walked for about‌⁠‍ five minutes. We​⁠​ entered an apartment‍‌‍ complex.

“This‌‍‌ is it.”

It⁠‍​ wasn’t luxurious or‍‌ rundown. Just plain,⁠ modest. For the‌ ex-wife of the‌‌​ Supreme Leader, it‌‌ seemed far too⁠‍ ordinary.

‘I‌⁠ was expecting a mansion, at least.’​

Ryozo‍​​ looked around and⁠‍‍ took the lead.‍ Only she knew‍​ the exact address,​ so I followed​⁠‌ her in silence.‍‍

Step,⁠ step.

Finally,‌ she stopped in‍ the hallway of‍​ the building.

‘Apartment‌‍ 504.’

She‍​ confirmed the number⁠‌ matched. There was​‍ no room for⁠ doubt. She’d checked‌⁠ it countless times.‌​

But‍⁠⁠ when the moment‌‌‌ came, Ryozo hesitated.⁠‌​

‘Do‌‍‌ I ring the​‌ bell? Knock? Or⁠ just leave?’

She‌​​ stood still in​‍ the hallway, unsure‍ what to do.‍‌

Tap.‌

Then,‌​ a large hand​‍‍ covered her clenched‌‌‍ fist. Two hands‍ joined into one.​⁠​

“I’m‍​ glad I came⁠ with you.”

I gently guided her​‌ closed hand to⁠⁠‌ the door. With⁠‌⁠ some effort, I helped her knock.‍

Knock,‍‍ knock. Two soft⁠‌ raps echoed down‌⁠​ the hall.

And⁠ then.

Creeeak.⁠

The‌ sound of hinges.⁠‍ The door slowly‌⁠ began to open.​⁠

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