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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 248: Bloody War (2)

Chapter 248: Bloody War (2)

It​ had been a while since I last visited Choi‌‌​ Seol-ah’s house.

I took the opportunity⁠ to catch her​‍⁠ while she was⁠ preparing dinner and​‌ have a chat‌ with Horn as​⁠​ well.

“How’s⁠‍‍ life at the​ academy? Is it‍‍‍ going well?”

“Yes!”​⁠‍

Horn​​ nodded vigorously while‍ chewing on a mouthful of Korean‍⁠⁠ beef.

Her‌ lips were glistening‌ with grease. When‌ I handed her‌ a napkin, she⁠‍‌ quickly wiped her​ mouth and started⁠⁠⁠ talking.

“Everyone‍‍‌ was much nicer⁠​‍ than I expected!⁠‍ They were a bit distant at‌ first, but over‍​‌ time they really⁠‌ started looking out‌ for me. Especially​ Speedweapon… Weapon?”

I corrected her friend’s⁠ name.

“Speedweapon.”‍‌

“Ah,‌​ right. Well, that​‌ Speedweapon-nim helped me⁠⁠⁠ a lot in⁠ adjusting.”

“He’s⁠‌⁠ a good kid.⁠ Worth getting along‌‌​ with.”

“He‍‌​ talks way too​​ much and explains‍‌ things I didn’t‌‌ even ask about,‌ but besides that,⁠​‌ he’s a great⁠​ person.”

Wow,‍ her Korean had⁠​ improved again. She‍ even had punch​⁠ to her words‍⁠⁠ now. At this‍ rate, she’d soon​⁠ master the final​​ level of Korean‍ K-style satire.

At‍‍ that moment, Choi‍⁠‌ Seol-ah, who was⁠ diligently grilling the​‌‍ meat, chimed in.‍

“I‍ told you not⁠‌‌ to eat with‌⁠ your hands. Use‍​ a fork and‍‍ knife. Do you‌ not listen when⁠⁠​ people talk? Do⁠⁠ you eat like‍‍⁠ that at the‍ academy too?”

Wearing‌​ an apron, Choi‌‌ Seol-ah began scolding.​​⁠ Horn picked her​⁠​ ear with her⁠‍​ pinky finger, looking‌⁠​ annoyed.

“I‌⁠ use utensils in​⁠⁠ the academy cafeteria.”‍⁠

“Then​‍⁠ why are you​ eating with your​‌ hands at home,⁠‍ Miss Yonggari?”

“Because​ this is my⁠⁠ house. And because‍​​ you’re here. I don’t see a reason to maintain​​​ decorum. Also, according⁠​ to the contract,‌⁠‍ I’m Party A and you’re Party⁠‍ B. Don’t forget​⁠‌ that.”

It‍​ wasn’t a serious‍⁠ argument. Horn clearly​‌ had the upper‍‌‍ hand, and Choi‌⁠ Seol-ah could barely‍⁠⁠ put up a defense. It was⁠‌‌ obvious who the⁠​ winner was.

“You…!”⁠⁠‍

Choi⁠‌ Seol-ah ended up⁠‍ holding her head⁠ like she wanted​‍⁠ to tear her‍⁠ hair out. Maybe‌​ she was frustrated⁠⁠ at losing an​​ argument to someone⁠‌ who’d only been​‍ studying Korean for‌⁠‍ six months. Or‍ maybe she was​‍‌ just fuming at‍​‍ being the legally‍ inferior Party B.‌ Either way, not⁠​⁠ my problem.

I calmly chewed another‍ piece of hanwoo.‍⁠ The meat was​​ delicious and tender.⁠‌‍ I tried it​ with a bit‌ of pink Himalayan‌​ salt. The light‍⁠​ touch of salt⁠​ melted like soft⁠ snow on my​ tongue, and the‌​​ elegant aroma of⁠‌ the meat filled‍ my mouth.

I glanced at Choi⁠‌‌ Seol-ah. Maybe all‌‍‍ the meat she’s⁠ cooked had paid‌‌ off—she was good⁠​​ at grilling now.​

Meanwhile,​ Seol-ah pounded the‌ floor with her‌ fist from her⁠ knees. The vibration​​‍ traveled all the⁠ way to the‌‌ soles of my​⁠‍ feet.

“I⁠‌​ never should’ve taken‍ in a black-haired⁠‍ beast!”

Black-haired​​ beast? Was that‍ aimed at me?‍‌

I furrowed my brows,‍ but it was‍ Horn who spoke‌ up for me.​​

“What‌ if the neighbors‌⁠⁠ complain? Noise between⁠⁠⁠ floors is a serious issue!”

“And⁠⁠ you don’t think⁠​‍ about the noise‍⁠‍ you cause me,​‌⁠ huh? Sir! I can’t live with‍‌ this long-eared one​‌‌ anymore. Can’t we‌‌‌ send her to​‍​ the Demon Territory?‌ Please?”

As‍ Seol-ah exploded, the‍ phone on the​⁠‌ table buzzed. It‌‍ was Vixbig.

[Sir⁠​‍ Geom-Ma.]

Vixbig⁠⁠⁠ spoke from the‍ lit screen, her⁠​ tone grave.

[There’s‌⁠​ a message from​‍‌ the Sword Master⁠​ in Hawaii. If​‍ you’d like, I can read it‍ aloud.]

Silence‌⁠​ filled the room.‍ Seol-ah stopped talking.⁠‍ Horn set down‍‌⁠ the piece of⁠ meat in her‌ hand.

They‌ both knew what‍​⁠ “Hawaii” and “Sword⁠⁠‍ Master” meant. I had already given‍⁠ them a rough⁠​ explanation. Seol-ah was​ a villain, and‌ Horn a demon—better‍‌ for them to​⁠ be informed.

That’s‌ why they surely⁠​‌ understood instantly.

I was the one‍‍ who broke the⁠​‍ silence.

“No.⁠‌ Tell me outside.​‍ And contact the‍‍ Director and Meain.‍‌⁠ Let them know⁠ I’m heading straight⁠‌ to Hawaii.”

I stood and grabbed​‌‍ my coat from⁠‌‍ the back of‍​ the chair. Just‌‌​ then, Horn grabbed⁠​‌ my wrist.

“I’m​ coming with you,‌⁠‍ sir.”

Horn‍ said. And Seol-ah⁠⁠​ added,

“I’ll‌ go too, my‍ lord.”

I was speechless. Both⁠ of them were⁠​​ willing to go‍‌‍ with me to​​ the battlefield. Even​ the ever-cautious Choi⁠⁠⁠ Seol-ah. A lump⁠​ caught in my​ throat.

“I‌ appreciate the sentiment.”‌‌

I shook my head⁠‌‍ and gently released⁠ Horn’s hand.

“But​​ this time, I have to go⁠ alone.”

I looked her straight‌​ in the eye.‌‌

“Horn,‌‍⁠ if you show‌ up there, it⁠‌ could cause a major issue. Dragons‌⁠⁠ are a demon⁠ race of neutral‍‌ alignment. If you‍‌ appear in the⁠‌ middle of a conflict between humanity‌⁠⁠ and a Corps⁠‍ Commander, how do⁠‌‍ you think that’ll​​ be interpreted?”

Horn‍⁠ replied quietly.

“They’ll​ say a dragon​​ is siding with‍ humanity…”

“Last‌​‍ time we only⁠⁠⁠ managed to keep‍‌ things under wraps‌‌​ because we captured⁠‌ all the dark⁠‍‌ elves and the‌‌‍ news didn’t leak.⁠ But that was​⁠ pure luck.”

Then​​⁠ I turned to‌ Choi Seol-ah.

“Also,‍ it’s already been‍⁠​ decided with the‍ Association that the⁠⁠ Academy staff will‍ remain here. That’s‍‍‌ why neither the‌⁠​ Director nor Meain‌‍‌ will be involved⁠ this time.”

“Why?”​

“Because‍‍ if everyone goes‌‌ to Hawaii, the​‌​ Academy’s safety is‍ compromised. What if​‌ demons attack while‍ we’re gone?”

We​‌ had already learned‌⁠⁠ that. The hard​⁠ way.

“A‌‍‍ repeat of the⁠​ Joaquin disaster…”

“Exactly.‌ That’s why a reserve force must‍ always remain at‍ the Academy. If⁠​ anything happens, you‌‌‍ two must act.⁠‌‍ I won’t interfere‌ with that.”

“Understood.”‍

Choi​​‌ Seol-ah and Horn⁠​ responded almost in‌‍ unison. Just moments⁠⁠ ago they’d been​ arguing, yet now‌ they were perfectly‍ in sync. Maybe⁠ that’s why they⁠ got along.

“Sir.”​‍

Just​‌ as I was‌‍‌ about to leave,‍ Choi Seol-ah, still‌​​ wearing her apron,‍ called out.

“I’ll​⁠ have the best⁠⁠ hanwoo ready.”

I gave her a sidelong smile and‌​​ waved a hand.⁠

“I’m‌‍‍ tired of beef.‍‍‌ Make it fish.”‍

I left and headed​ to the subspace‍ warp. First stop‍​ Incheon Airport. From⁠⁠‍ there, I’d take‌‍⁠ a private flight‌​​ with a layover​⁠ to reach Hawaii.​⁠‌

A rather inconvenient process.‍‍ But there was‌ no alternative. The‌ Hawaii portal was‍ inside the Demon⁠⁠‍ Territory’s influence, so‌‌ space warping didn’t‍​‌ work there.

“If‌‍ I hurry, how‌‍​ long will it‌⁠ take?”

[Approximately‌‌​ 10 hours,]

Vixbig⁠​⁠ replied to my⁠​‍ mumble.

[If​​ I push full‍‍ capacity, I can‍⁠‌ reduce it to‌‍ about 7 hours.]‍

“And‌‌​ if you push‍‍⁠ harder?”

[6‌‌ hours and 30​ minutes.]

“Perfect.‌​ Do it in⁠ 5.”

[…]⁠​​

Ignoring​ Vixbig’s silent sigh,​‍ I set off.‍ Time was running​ out.

***​‍⁠

The‌​ area near the‌‍ portal was a hive of activity.‌⁠ Workers were installing‍⁠‍ barricades and barbed​ wire; among them,⁠‌​ Association staff moved⁠ hurriedly from place⁠‍ to place; heroes‌ checked their weapons‍‍ and gear.

Everyone‌​‌ was fulfilling their⁠ duties in silence,‌​‌ with heavy or‌‌ exhausted expressions.

At​‍​ the center of⁠​ the area stood‍‌⁠ a massive temporary​‍ tent. Only a select few were‌​⁠ allowed inside— the​ Sword Master, high-ranking‌‍ Association officials, and​ generals of the​‍‌ Japanese army tasked⁠‍ with leading and⁠ coordinating the site.‌‌‌

“@#*%^$&!”​

They​‍ had been in⁠​ a strategic meeting​ for hours, and⁠‍ more than once,‍ angry shouts and‍‍ exclamations leaked from​ within.

Workers‌‍⁠ would glance sideways‌ at the entrance‍⁠‌ curtain as they‌ passed, but continued⁠​​ their tasks as⁠ if it didn’t⁠ concern them. In‌‍ contrast, Association employees‍ and Japanese heroes​‍⁠ stared anxiously at⁠‍ the tent, holding​‍​ their breath.

Everyone‍⁠‍ wanted the same‍ thing—for their commanders‍‍⁠ to raise their⁠ voices with authority.‌​​ Because that would‌ mean a better‍⁠ chance at survival.​​⁠

Under‌‍ the mission to​‌‍ eliminate the Fourth⁠⁠‍ Corps Commander, forces⁠​‌ had gathered. But‍‍‍ in the face‍ of death, people‍ become selfish. And‍‌ reflecting that collective​ feeling, the leaders​‍⁠ raised their voices‍ inside the tent.​⁠

“Is​‌⁠ this a joke!?‌ You’re telling me‍‌ now that the‍​ Japanese army wants‍​⁠ to stay in‍⁠​ the rear!? Isn’t‍‍‍ it a bit‍⁠‌ shameless to try‍ to preserve your​‍ forces at this⁠ stage!?”

Director‍‍ Sung growled, clenching‍​⁠ his teeth as⁠ he faced the‌⁠​ woman in front​ of him. Her⁠ name was Remi,‌ a three-star general​ and the highest‌‌ authority in the​‌ Japanese army.

“Japan‌‌ is here merely‌​⁠ as support.”

Remi⁠ answered with her​ arms crossed. Director​‌ Sung’s prosthetic arm​ slammed against the‍ table. Pens and‍⁠‌ pencils jumped like​‌​ popcorn.

“Listen.‍ Do you think‍ we’re doing this‌‌ for convenience? The⁠⁠ Corps Commander could‌⁠ attack us as​ soon as tomorrow!‍ And you came‌ all the way‌​‌ here just to⁠⁠‍ say that? You​ should be ashamed!”⁠

“Director‍⁠ Sung.”

Remi‍​‌ furrowed her brows⁠⁠ slightly and uncrossed⁠⁠‌ her arms.

“We‌ may be in​ different groups, but⁠⁠ I outrank you.‌⁠ I suggest you‍‌ watch your tone.”​‍

“Then‌‍ act like it.⁠⁠ That ‘hands-off’ attitude‌ is cowardly.”

“Cowardly?”‌‍

Remi​ tilted her head.⁠‍‍ An assistant whispered⁠‌ the translation in‌​​ her ear, and‌⁠‍ only then did⁠‌ she react.

“Are‌⁠ you insulting me!?⁠‍ I’ll consider this​‌ a serious affront‌ to Japan.”

“Yeah,⁠‍‌ yeah, take it‌‌ however you want.​ If you pull‌​‌ back now, Japan‍ will be criticized​ worldwide. So I’ll​ consider myself the‌⁠​ first to say‌​ it. What an‍​​ honor.”

As⁠ the argument escalated,​​ both gestures and⁠⁠ words grew more‌‌​ intense. Just when⁠‌ the tension was⁠‌ about to boil‌‌ over, the Sword​ Master intervened.

“I’ve‌​ kept quiet because⁠​​ I’m retired from‍ the Seven Stars…‌‍ but I can’t‌‌‌ watch this any‍ longer.”

Remi‍⁠‌ took a step‌ back. The veteran’s‍‌ presence overwhelmed her.​‍

“If⁠‌ you want to‍⁠⁠ fight, do it​⁠‌ with swords, not‌‍​ your tongues. Anyone⁠ can shout.”

The⁠ Sword Master rested‍⁠ his hand on‍‌‌ his sword’s hilt.‌

“Maybe​​​ it’d be simpler‍‍ to cut the‌ problem down right‍​ here.”

Confusion⁠​ spread across Remi’s‍ face, quickly turning⁠​ to shame. She⁠​ opened her mouth⁠⁠​ bitterly.

“I‌​ hate to admit‍ it, but I don’t have full⁠​⁠ authority over decisions⁠‌​ here…”

She,‍​​ too, was a Warrior-ranked hero and‌‌ a soldier. Acting‌‍ in such an​⁠ undignified manner wasn’t‍⁠‍ her choice. Staying‌‌ in the rear‍‍ was shameful. But​⁠ a soldier follows⁠ orders. She had‌ been told not​‍‌ to move forward,‍‍ and she had⁠ to obey. That‍ was the military‌​ hierarchy.

“Remi,​ I understand your​​ position.”

The‌​ Sword Master spoke‌‍ calmly.

“But‍⁠ you know this‌‍​ isn’t the time​⁠⁠ to act on‌ principle. It’s a matter of conscience⁠ now.”

“…”​‌‍

Remi‍ couldn’t respond. It‌ hurt not being‍ able to say​​⁠ with confidence, “You’re‍ right.”

To​‌‍ resolve this situation,​ it would take‍ the intervention of‍‍ one of the⁠ Seven Stars. And​ none were present.​​​ The Master himself‌ had said he⁠‍ was retired. His⁠ words carried little‍‌ official weight.

Only​‌ then did Director​ Sung realize the​​⁠ situation and stopped‌‌‌ pressing. He even​⁠​ felt some sympathy⁠⁠‌ for her.

‘She‍ was so aggressive…‌ and it was‍ all because of‌‍​ an internal conflict.’⁠​

Flap.​‍

Suddenly,‍‌‍ a heavy presence⁠ stirred at the‌ entrance. Everyone turned,​ startled, just as‍‍ a voice broke‍‍ the tension.

“Come‌‍​ on, open this​‌ tent up a bit. It’s hard​​‍ to breathe in‍ here.”

Changseong‍ entered, pushing aside​‍ the tent’s flap.‍⁠‌ Everyone stared, stunned.​‍ Even Director Sung‍‍​ hadn’t known he‍ would be attending​ in person.

“I‍ overheard something before‍​ coming in. Looks‍ like the commanders‍⁠ can’t agree. And⁠‍ what do you‌ do in times‌​ like this? You⁠ bring in someone‌‍ who can boss‍‍ everyone around.”

He‍ smiled as he​‍ stepped aside, letting‌​ someone else in.​‌

“I⁠​​ was in France‍‌ when I got‌‍ the call. Swung‌⁠ by to pick‍ him up. Talk‍ about perfect timing.​​ Couldn’t be better.”‌⁠

A firm, dark presence‌‍ entered the tent.​​⁠ Tension and conflict​‌ vanished in an⁠ instant.

“With‌ so many chairs,‌‌ why is everyone‍‍⁠ still standing?”

Kang‌‍‌ Geom-Ma scratched his⁠ head as he⁠‍‌ spoke. Everyone, as⁠‍ if their legs​‌‍ had given out,‍​ collapsed into their​‌⁠ seats.

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