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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 239 – The First Snowfall (3)

Chapter 239 – The First Snowfall (3)

The‍ one who opened⁠ the door was‍‍​ a woman. From‍ her mature air,⁠ she looked to‌ be in her‌ mid to late​​ thirties, but her‍ actual appearance was⁠⁠‍ much younger. If​⁠‌ you’d seen her‌‍‌ on the street,‍ you’d easily mistake‌ her for someone​​‌ in her twenties.​​​

‘This⁠​ person…?’

I knew instantly. There⁠​⁠ was no way‌‍​ not to. She⁠ resembled Ryozo far‌‌‍ too much. It‍ had to be‌ her mother. Aside‌⁠⁠ from the hair​‌⁠ and eye color,‌​​ they were practically⁠‍​ mirror images.

A strange atmosphere hovered‍⁠​ in the hallway.‍ The cold wind‌‍‌ outside only made⁠​​ the tension more​⁠ uncomfortable.

The‌​‍ woman’s eyes landed‍ on me first.‌ Most likely due‌‍ to my height,‌ her attention moved⁠​‌ from larger to​‍ smaller, as people⁠⁠​ often do.

“Who⁠ are you…?”

Since​ I still had​​ my hood up,‌‍ she had no​⁠ idea who I was. She tilted⁠ her head slightly⁠⁠⁠ and then looked‍⁠⁠ toward Ryozo. That’s⁠⁠‌ when her pupils​ doubled in size.‌ Her lips parted‌ clumsily.

“Ryozo?”⁠‌

She⁠​‌ had her head‍ down, like a puppy facing a tiger, unable to‌ even lift her‍ gaze.

“I-I…”​

Her⁠‍​ lashes trembled, eyes‌ squeezed tightly shut.‌⁠‍ And in that‍⁠‍ moment—

“My​ daughter… my daughter…”​⁠

The‍‍​ woman—Ryozo’s mother—embraced her.‍‍ Ryozo was stunned,‌⁠ her eyes unfocused.⁠‌ In her sky-blue​ irises flickered emotions‌ beyond surprise or⁠ confusion. But they‌⁠​ were good emotions.‌

“I-I…”​

Her⁠​ hands fumbled in‍‍ the air, unsure‌⁠ of where to⁠‍⁠ go. She turned⁠​ her head toward​‌ me, silently pleading‍ for help.

I just smiled and‍‍‌ deliberately said nothing.‍ I even took‌‌ a few steps‌ back. I didn’t​‍ want to intrude‍‌ on the reunion‌‍‍ unfolding here in​⁠​ the hallway of‌‌‍ a modest apartment‍ building.

***⁠‌

Meanwhile,‍ at the Joaquin​ Academy’s affiliated hospital.‌

Saki‌‌ Hina walked down⁠​ the hallway with‍‍‍ a bundle of⁠​⁠ medication in her⁠⁠ arms. She was⁠​ returning after completing‍‌ her father’s discharge‌​​ paperwork—the former peerless​‍ archer.

“Hmhmm~”‌⁠

Though​‌​ her arms were​⁠‍ full, Hina hummed⁠​​ cheerfully. Inside, she‌​‍ was celebrating.

‘Finally!​​‌ I’m free from‍​ nurse duty—oh yes!’‌‌‌

She​ had spent a whole month taking⁠‌ care of her⁠‌⁠ father. It started‌​ as filial duty,⁠​‍ but over time,​‌ it had become​‍⁠ just a burdensome⁠ obligation. And that‍⁠‌ burden had begun‍‍⁠ to fade ever‌ since Kang Geom-Ma’s⁠‍ visit.

For‍⁠ Hina, her world‌ used to revolve⁠ solely around the⁠ clan. Most of‌⁠ the people around⁠​ her were part‌⁠ of that same‍ world or tied⁠ to the Japanese‌‍‍ government. Though she‍⁠​ had classmates back‌‌ at Joaquin Academy,⁠​‌ she had never⁠‌‌ paid them much‌ attention.

But‍ lately, she had​‍ started to think‌‍​ life could be‍‌ broader. She had‍‌ met someone special.​‌

‘Heavenly​⁠ Sword.’

A smile curled her‌‍‌ lips, and her⁠⁠‍ cheeks flushed lightly‌‍‍ among the packets‌​ of medicine. Despite‌ being in her​‌ twenties, she now⁠​ wore the face‍ of a love-struck​‌ teenager.

Many‌​ things had changed‍‍​ since that visit.⁠‌‌ Her father no‌ longer treated her‌ with disdain. And‌​‌ though indirectly, he​‌ even seemed to⁠ care about her​​‍ now.

‘Well,‍⁠ not that he’s​⁠ all that expressive.’‌⁠​

But‌ still, it was⁠‌‍ a change that⁠‍ would’ve been unthinkable​‌ in the past.⁠ And not only‍‌⁠ her father had⁠⁠ changed—so had she.‌

Before,‍‌ Hina saw human⁠‍ emotions as tools.‍ When she used‍​‍ her “Blessing of‌‍ Seduction,” men easily‍⁠⁠ became her puppets.​ She had never‍⁠⁠ had the chance​‌ to feel genuine‌​ emotion.

But​ then—

‘You‌ don’t need to‍ use something like‍ the Blessing of⁠‌‍ Seduction.’

That⁠ remark from the​​​ Heavenly Sword, though‍‌ fragmented in memory,‍‌⁠

‘You’re‍‍ beautiful as you​‍ are. You’re already‍‌‍ enough.’

…still⁠​ echoed inside her.​⁠​

“Ah…​‌ really, I wasn’t​⁠ like this.”

She‍ mumbled under her⁠‍​ breath, though the⁠⁠ corners of her‍‍​ lips stayed lifted.‌‍ The nurses passing‍​ by glanced at​​ her suspiciously and‌ murmured.

“Hey,‌ isn’t that the​​ Saint of the‌‍‌ Bow’s daughter? What’s‌ up with her‌‍ face? Should we‌⁠​ call psych?”

“Remember​ how Heavenly Sword​‍​ burst into the‌ Saint of the‍​ Bow’s room a month ago? They​‍⁠ say she’s been‍‍⁠ acting weird since.”‍⁠

“I​‌⁠ feel a bit​​⁠ bad for her,⁠ but honestly, I think Heavenly Sword‍​‍ did the right‌ thing.”

“Why?‍​⁠ What happened?”

“You‌‌ didn’t know? I was the nurse⁠​⁠ assigned to that​​ room. The Saint⁠‍‍ of the Bow​⁠‌ looked calm on​⁠ the outside, but‍​‌ his eyes were‍ awful. Like he​‌ saw everyone as⁠‍ trash.”

“People⁠ at the top​​ are always like⁠‌‌ that… But Heavenly‌‍​ Sword bows politely‍ to everyone whenever⁠⁠‍ he passes.”

“Yeah,‌ now that’s a real hero.”

Tap,⁠ tap.

Their‍‍‍ whispers faded behind‍‍ the sound of‌‍⁠ her steps. But⁠ even if she​​⁠ had heard them,⁠ Hina wouldn’t have⁠‌ cared.

‘I⁠⁠ wish I could‍‌ see Heavenly Sword⁠​ one more time‌‌‌ before returning to‌‍⁠ Japan…’

Walking‌ in high spirits,‍⁠ Hina glanced out​‌‍ the window.

Gazing⁠‌ at the gray​ sky, she murmured.⁠​‌

“Did‍ he make it‍⁠ okay…?”

Just‍‍ yesterday, she had‌​⁠ finally located the‍‍ address of Ryozo’s‌​ mother—her younger stepmother.⁠‌​ It had taken‍ her an entire⁠‌ month. And doing⁠ it while caring‌‌ for her father⁠‍ had been hell.‌⁠‌

She‍ couldn’t ask him‌‌⁠ directly since Kojima’s‍ condition was fragile.​⁠​ So she dug​‍⁠ into it herself.​⁠

Eventually,⁠ she sent the​⁠‍ address to Ryozo.‍​‍ The reply came‌⁠‍ much later, in‌ the early morning‍​ hours.

[Thx.]‌‍‍

Seemed‍​ like Ryozo was⁠‌ pretty well influenced‌⁠ by Korean texting‍ style.

Hina​⁠ wrapped up her‍​ thoughts and continued‍ walking. As she‌‌‍ neared the room,‌​⁠ several men in‍​ black uniforms approached.‍‍

They⁠⁠ were Kojima’s bodyguards.​

“Miss,‌‌⁠ allow me to‍ carry that.”

“No,‍‍ thanks. Don’t you​‍⁠ know my dad‍‍ has a hygiene‌ obsession? If you⁠ touch these bags,‌‍‌ he’ll cut your​​ hand off.”

“Ah,‌‌ understood…”

Scratching⁠‍⁠ the back of‌‌⁠ his head awkwardly,⁠ the guard leaned‍⁠ closer and whispered.⁠

“Do‌ you recall the⁠​‌ Japanese unit we⁠ sent to the‍‌‌ Gehenna Gate?”

“Of‍⁠ course. It’s been‌‌​ a few weeks‍‌ now. Why? Are​‌ they requesting supplies?​‌‍ If so, give​⁠‍ them whatever they‌ need. If any⁠​⁠ politician complains, say‍⁠‍ it was under‌‍​ Heavenly Sword’s orders.‌⁠ That’ll shut them‌ up.”

“It’s​‍⁠ not that. There​​ are… strange rumors​‍ coming from the‌‍​ area.”

“Rumors?‍‌ What kind?”

Hina‍⁠‍ blinked. The guard⁠‌ leaned even closer.‌​

“Remember‌‌ the rift that​​‌ appeared near the⁠ Gate? They say‌‌ it’s grown large⁠ enough for a child to walk‌⁠ through. A major‍⁠ anomaly is likely⁠​ to occur within⁠‍ the week.”

Hina’s‌ expression turned serious.⁠‌ The guard asked​⁠⁠ again.

“Should‍​⁠ we order our‌​ men to pull‍ out, depending on​⁠ the situation?”

“No.”⁠​

She⁠ shook her head​‍‍ firmly.

“The‍​‌ situation’s too unstable.‌‌⁠ We can’t make‍⁠ decisions based on‍⁠ short-term losses. We⁠ have to think⁠⁠ long-term.”

“Then…”⁠​⁠

“Cooperate​‍ as much as‌​‍ possible. If something⁠ happens, make sure‌‌ Japan is seen​ as being on‍ the front line.”‍​‍

Hina‌‌‍ spoke with clear​ resolve. Raised in‌ the shadow of‍⁠‍ Japan’s prime minister,⁠ she now acted‌​‍ like a true‌‍ stateswoman.

“For⁠ the safety of‌‍ our heroes, ensure‌⁠ the quality of‍​ the supplies is‌ top-tier. While we’re‌ at it, dispatch‍​ the Guild and⁠‌ Heavenly Sword as​⁠⁠ well. That’ll boost‍​‍ our image down‍‍​ the road.”

“Yes,‌⁠​ ma’am.”

“Also‌‍ inform the academy‍ staff, the director,​‌ and Heavenly Sword.⁠​‍ Tell them if‍‌⁠ something like this‍​ happens again, they​‌‍ can bypass my⁠‌‌ father and me—report​​‌ it directly.”

“Understood.”⁠

Just‌‍‍ as the man‌​ raised his phone,​‌ Hina stopped him⁠‌⁠ a second too⁠‍ late.

“I’ll‍‌‌ contact Mr. Kang​ Geom-Ma myself.”

“You’ll‌‍ contact him… personally?”⁠‍

The⁠‍ guard frowned, puzzled.​‍​ Wasn’t she the‍‌ one who’d had‍‌ that unpleasant run-in‍‍ with him?

And⁠ now she was‌ saying she’d reach​⁠​ out to him​⁠ directly? It sounded‌​ suspicious.

Hina​‍‍ cleared her throat‍ and explained.

“You‍‍‌ know how my‍ father is, right?‌ He doesn’t like​‍​ messages passing through⁠⁠ too many hands.‍⁠‍ Something this critical⁠ should come from‌‍ me directly. If⁠‍‌ anything leaks, not‍ only will I get an arrow​⁠ to the mouth—you⁠ will too.”

“Ah,​‍ I see…”

Same​​⁠ old pattern. The‌‌‍ guard nodded with​⁠ a resigned look.‌​⁠

***⁠​

Ryozo’s⁠⁠ mother invited us⁠‍ into the house.‍‌

“I’ll‍‍ prepare some tea.​​ Please wait on​‍​ the sofa for‌​‍ a moment.”

With‌⁠ a gentle smile,⁠⁠ she guided us‌​‍ to the living​‍⁠ room and went‍​‍ into the kitchen.‌‌ I took the‍⁠ opportunity to glance‍​​ around. From the​​‌ outside, the apartment‌ had seemed ordinary,‌‌ but inside, it⁠⁠ was spacious and‍​⁠ cozy. Through the⁠ window, there was‍‌​ a clear view​‌ of the Busan‍ sea.

‘What​‌​ a great place​‌ to live alone.’​

Ryozo‍‍ stood nervously in‍ the middle of⁠‌ the room, scanning⁠‌‌ the space like‍ a meerkat. Once​⁠ she confirmed no⁠ one else was​​ around, she finally‌ sighed in relief.‍⁠‍

“Just‌​‌ like your mother⁠⁠ said, let’s sit‌‌​ for now.”

“Yeah…”⁠‍​

While​⁠ the lady prepared⁠ the tea, we‌⁠ sat down together⁠ on the sofa.‍⁠ The only sound‍ was the gentle​‌ clinking of dishes.⁠‍‌

Then,⁠ Ryozo gently tugged​⁠⁠ on my elbow.⁠‍ Her pale blue‍ eyes, not quite‌ meeting mine, were‍⁠​ filled with tension.‌⁠⁠

‘Makes⁠‌ sense.’

She‌‍ had probably braced⁠‍ herself to be‌​‍ turned away. But⁠⁠​ instead, the moment​⁠​ her mother saw‍‍ her, she embraced‌ her. That wasn’t⁠‍ the reaction of​‌ someone who had​‍ abandoned her child.‌‌

Ryozo​‌ must’ve been confused.‍​ That sudden warmth‍ felt unnatural.

I let her hold​​​ onto my arm.⁠⁠ In moments like​‌​ this, silence was‍‌‍ the best comfort.‍

‘Come⁠⁠‍ to think of​ it, I’m seeing​ a lot of​ new sides to​⁠ Ryozo today.’

The‍ cold, rational girl⁠⁠‌ was gone. Next​‌⁠ to me now​ was a vulnerable‌ and scared young​‍ woman. It showed‌​‍ how much her⁠‍​ mother meant to‌ her.

“I‍‍ didn’t keep you‍‌ waiting too long,​ did I?”

A while later, Ryozo’s⁠​​ mother returned, setting‍‍ an elegant tray‌ on the side​‍‌ table. A soft‌ herbal scent wafted⁠ through the air.​‍ I wrinkled my‍ nose in curiosity,‍​‌ and she smiled.⁠​‌

“It’s​⁠ very cold, isn’t‌‍ it? It’s chamomile.⁠ It helps warm⁠‍⁠ the body.”

I nodded respectfully as⁠ I took the‍‌‍ cup.

“Thank‍ you for welcoming‌ us so kindly,⁠ ma’am. I know⁠ we came without‍⁠ notice.”

“Please‍⁠‌ don’t say that.‍‌‌ I’m honored to⁠⁠​ welcome the companion⁠ of my daughter—the‍ Heavenly Sword.”

“…You‍ knew who I was?”

“Oh,​‌ please. Is there⁠‌‍ anyone in this⁠ country who doesn’t​‌ know who you⁠‍ are? It’s just⁠‌⁠ that I didn’t​ recognize you at​ first because of​⁠ the hood. My‍⁠ apologies for the‍⁠‌ oversight.”

Placing⁠​ a hand over‍⁠ her heart, the⁠‌ lady gave a formal bow.

“My​ name is Cynthia.‌ It’s an honor‍‍⁠ to meet you,​​⁠ Heavenly Sword.”

“Cynthia…?​​ Then you’re Korean⁠‌ too?”

She‍ nodded, and I quickly turned to‍​ Ryozo. Our eyes‍​ met.

‘You’re‍ half Korean?’

I asked with a look, and she‍​​ subtly nodded, mouthing‌ her response.

‘You‌‌ never asked.’

‘…’​

True.⁠‍‍ That was just‌ how she was.⁠‌ Even if it‌ was something important​⁠ or dramatic, if‌ you didn’t ask,‍ she wouldn’t say.‍‍ I’d forgotten that‌‍ today—she looked so⁠⁠ sweet.

‘Okay,‍ my bad for‌⁠‌ assuming you were⁠​ fully Japanese.’

Cynthia,​​​ who had been‌⁠‌ watching us with⁠ her chin in​‌​ her hand, averted‍ her gaze and​‍‍ began pouring the‍ tea. Despite the‌​​ tense atmosphere, she​​ remained composed.

She‍⁠​ spoke to her​ daughter.

“The‍ fact that you’re‍​ here means you‍‍ came to ask‍⁠ me something, right?⁠ Why I had‍‌ to leave you.​ Whether it was‍​​ your father, Mr.‌‍⁠ Kojima, who forced‌‌ me out. I’m⁠⁠ sure you believe‍‍‍ the latter.”

Ryozo⁠⁠⁠ flinched slightly. Cynthia​‍ held out a piece of red⁠​ bean mochi with​‌‌ a pick.

“Would​⁠‍ you like to‌ eat this while‍‍‍ you listen? What‍ I’m about to‌​​ say won’t be‌‌ very sweet.”

Ryozo⁠‍‌ swallowed hard and​‌‌ glanced at me.⁠⁠⁠ Then she looked‌‍⁠ back at her‌‍ mother.

“I​​ don’t eat that⁠‌ anymore.”

Cynthia⁠‌⁠ smiled gently.

“You’ve‌ grown up a lot, my daughter.”‌‍

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