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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 266: Soybean Powder

Chapter 266: Soybean Powder

Saki‍ Hina quickly arranged‌‍ a visit to⁠‍ Joaquin Academy upon⁠ hearing that Ryozo​‍ had been hospitalized.‍‍​

In‌‌ truth, she’d already​​⁠ been informed it​​⁠ was only a minor injury. Besides,⁠ the two of​ them didn’t share⁠ such a close‍⁠‍ relationship to warrant​​‍ a hospital visit.‌

Even⁠‍‌ so, Saki Hina⁠​‌ bought a plane‍‌ ticket to Korea‍ in the middle⁠ of the night.⁠⁠ Since it was‍ a secret trip​ behind her father‌​ Saki Kojima’s back,‍​⁠ she couldn’t use⁠​ the private jet.⁠‍

“Hmm.”⁠⁠‌

On​‍ the plane, Hina​ was reading each‍⁠ article pouring in‌​‌ like rain with⁠⁠‌ intense focus. She⁠‍ didn’t even blink,​ entirely immersed.

The‍⁠​ cabin was so​‌​ cold, it seemed​‍ droplets of dew‌ would form on⁠ her lashes.

[Terrorism‍​‌ at Joaquin Academy…‍‍⁠ Who’s Behind It?]‍

[Terrorists‌‍ Storm Ballroom… Public‍⁠ Outrage Grows]

[Joaquin​⁠‍ Academy: Students Live‍‍ in Fear Amid​⁠‍ Continued Attacks]

[Attack‌‌⁠ at Joaquin Academy⁠‍⁠ Leaves at Least‌‌ 20 Injured…….]

Most‌ were reports about‌‍‌ the “Joaquin attack”⁠ from the previous⁠​ day. But one​ line especially caught⁠‍‍ her attention.

[At‍ least 20 injured⁠‍ in the attack…‍ but thanks to⁠ Heavenly Sword’s actions,​‌​ the death toll‌ was ‘zero’.]

A proud smile appeared‌‌​ on Saki Hina’s‍‍‌ lips. She turned⁠ off her phone‌⁠⁠ and looked out‌‍ the oval window.​⁠‍ The plane was‍ starting to descend,⁠​ piercing through the​⁠‍ clouds.

“We’ll‍ meet again, Heavenly‌‌ Sword.”

As‌ the plane lost‍‌ altitude, her smile‍ deepened. She didn’t‍​ deny the pounding⁠⁠⁠ in her chest.‌

Thump.⁠‍⁠

As​‍‌ she thought about⁠ the face she‍⁠​ would soon see‌‍ again, Hina pulled​ the window cover‌‌ down to close‍ it.

***‍

Right‌ after I killed​‌‌ that ghost-pale guy,​ I dashed out‌⁠‍ of the temple.‌ The Poison Twins⁠​ had already joined‍‌ in and resolved​‌ the situation.

With​‍‍ the addition of​⁠‍ the original members⁠‌‍ —Karon, Shail, Abel,​ and Ryozo— the​​⁠ enemies were no​⁠‌ match. In the‌ blink of an‌ eye, the rebellion‍‍‌ was crushed, and‍​‍ the twins swiftly⁠​⁠ handled the cleanup.‍⁠​

Fortunately,‌⁠ the attack focused‍⁠‌ solely on the​‌ ballroom, which had‍ been successfully defended‌‍ by the original⁠‍ members. As a result, the damage‌ didn’t spread beyond⁠ the premises.

There⁠‌‍ were some injuries,​⁠‌ but it wasn’t‌​ chaos. Most were⁠ minor. Most importantly,‍‌‌ not a single‍​‌ life was lost.‌‍​ Even though dozens‌ of enemies attacked⁠ us, there were‌‌ nearly no casualties.‍

It​ was an even⁠⁠ greater accomplishment than⁠‌​ quelling the attack‌⁠ quickly. That’s why‍‍ Media grabbed my‍ pants and cried​‌ like a child—though‌⁠ they were tears‍​‍ of joy, not‍⁠​ sorrow, so it‍‍ mattered.

After‌ bawling her eyes⁠⁠ out, Media went​​​ straight to tracking​​⁠ down those responsible.‌ Meain joined in,‌ visibly furious. Winter​ break was starting‌‌ in two days‍⁠⁠ anyway, so the‍ timing was convenient.‍​‍

They‍⁠‍ didn’t tell us‌‌ where they were‌‌​ going, but I wasn’t worried. Who⁠‍ could possibly stop​‍ the Poison Twins​ now? Anyone who⁠‍​ crosses them will⁠​⁠ get pulverized.

Their‌⁠⁠ eyes were terrifying.⁠ Even I’m a little scared of‌‍ them now.

At​​⁠ that moment, a sharp voice pulled⁠​ me from my⁠⁠⁠ thoughts.

“Mom!​‍ I told you⁠⁠​ not to touch‌⁠ that! It really​ hurts!”

“Stay‍‍ still, now—goodness, what‌‌ strong little arms⁠‍ you’ve got!”

Ryozo‍ protested as her​ mother, Cynthia, bandaged⁠​ her arm.

I was watching their⁠ adorable exchange from‌ a distance, leaning⁠‌ against the room’s⁠ wall. I let‍​​ out a soft‍ sigh.

‘I⁠​‌ didn’t think her​‍‌ mother would show‌ up this fast.’⁠​

She‍‍‍ arrived even before‌⁠ the Academy made​⁠​ any official announcement.⁠‌ I don’t know​ who told her,​ but I have‌‌ my suspicions.

‘Saki‍ Hina.’

Hina‍ was the one​‍ who gave Ryozo⁠ Cynthia’s whereabouts. So⁠ it’s not unreasonable‍‍ to think the‍‍‌ reverse happened.

Call⁠ it an information‌‍‌ advantage. Even if‍‌ there were local‌ media or rumors,‍⁠​ one look from‍‌‌ me would shut‌⁠ them down.

‘Ryozo‌‌ deserves these privileges.’⁠

She⁠‍ was one of‍‌ the two students​⁠⁠ who stood out⁠⁠ the most during‌​‌ this incident. The‌‌ other was Abel.⁠‌ Both were involved⁠‌ from start to‌ finish. This didn’t‍​⁠ even count as⁠ favoritism.

By‌‍⁠ the way, Abel‌‌‍ came out completely​​​ unscathed. Ryozo was‌⁠​ the only one⁠​ hospitalized, and it⁠‌ wasn’t even serious—just‌⁠ a minor bone⁠⁠‌ fracture.

Anyway.⁠

‘I’ll⁠ have to talk​‌‌ to the Association‌ about rewarding them​⁠ somehow.’

I know they’ll both‌ reject any prize,⁠​‍ but I’ll force‍ at least something‌‌​ symbolic on them.​​⁠

It‍⁠ doesn’t have to⁠ be material, but‍ they mustn’t go⁠⁠ unrecognized. It’s not⁠‍ because I’m a Korean gamer. That’s‍ just how things‌ should be.

“Phew.​ Finally.”

Cynthia⁠ wiped her forehead‍⁠⁠ with the back‌​ of her hand.‍⁠ On the bed​‌​ lay what looked⁠ like a mummy.​‍ Only the face⁠ was visible—it was​‌ Ryozo, bandaged from⁠ head to toe.‌

“What‍ is this?!”

“You​ know your mother​‍‍ was a famous⁠⁠ doctor in her‌‍⁠ day, right? That’s​​‌ why the doctors‍​‍ and nurses left​‌ your care to‌​ me.”

Care?‌ The moment they⁠‌ saw her, the⁠​‍ medical staff bowed‌‌ like they were​‌⁠ greeting a goddess.⁠

They‍​⁠ called her “The⁠ Divine Healer.” Clearly,⁠​ Cynthia was no‌ ordinary housewife. Even​‍‍ if she was‌​⁠ the fifth or‌⁠ sixth wife, she‌ was still part⁠​‌ of the Saki⁠⁠ family.

I’ve‌‌ been in this​‍ caste-like society for⁠ two years now,⁠ and I’m starting⁠ to get how​⁠ it works. Even‍ so, I didn’t⁠ expect Cynthia to​​ be this extraordinary.‌

And‌​ even more surprising—​​

“Wow,‌‍⁠ you look like​ a pharaoh all⁠ wrapped up! Why⁠ not quit the⁠‍ academy and work‍ in Egypt?”

“Moooom!”‌

Was‌ how much she​ enjoyed teasing her‍ daughter. A childish​ mother and a daughter who acts​​‌ like an adult.​‌ A volatile combination.‌

‘What‌⁠ a way to⁠ live your youth.’⁠‌‍

Ryozo,⁠ for her part,‍‍​ seemed to have‍‍​ forgotten I was‍⁠​ even there and‌⁠ was throwing a tantrum like a child. It was‌ a bit disconcerting.‌ She had always‍‍⁠ been so mature,‍​‍ and now she⁠ was acting her​ actual age.

‘But​ I guess that’s⁠‍‌ okay. That’s how​ it should be.’‌

I shook my head‌ with a soft⁠ smile.

“Oh​ wow, I forgot‍​ you were here.​ It’s just too‌⁠⁠ fun teasing her.”‌

Cynthia‌​ noticed me and⁠​​ quickly packed up⁠‍ the first aid⁠​‍ kit.

“I’ll‌‍ leave you two‍⁠ to talk in​ peace.”

Before‍‍ leaving, she gave​ me a smile.⁠⁠ Then she gently‍‍ patted my shoulder.‌‍

“My⁠ daughter always owes‍‌‍ you. I know‍⁠ it’s asking a lot, but please—keep⁠‌ looking after her.”​‍

Cynthia‌‌ looked at me‌‍​ intently.

“Jang…‍⁠ Seo… Bang.” [1]⁠

Her‍‍​ eyes curved sweetly.‌‍

***⁠

The‍ word “son-in-law” hit‌⁠ me in the‍ gut like a brick. I was⁠ half dazed by⁠‍⁠ it, but snapped⁠ out of it‌‌ when a voice⁠ called from behind⁠‍ me.

“Hey.”⁠⁠⁠

I stopped and turned‌ around. The mummy—Ryozo—was‌‌​ staring at me⁠‍ with a blank⁠ expression.

“This…”‌​

She​‍‍ was going to‌‍ say, “Loosen it​​‍ a bit,” but⁠ swallowed the words.‍⁠ On second thought,​ there was nothing‍ underneath the bandages.​ Loosening them could⁠​‍ result in a rather awkward situation.‍

Not‍ that she’d dislike‍ it. She might⁠ even enjoy it—but⁠‌‍ it was still​⁠​ too soon. She‌‌ could wait until‍‌ he came of⁠⁠‌ age. Ryozo was⁠⁠ already thinking long-term​ with Kang Geom-Ma.‌‌

“Sit⁠⁠ here.”

She⁠​ pouted and pointed‌‌‍ to the folding​​‌ chair beside her.‌ With his neck​​‍ and jaw firmly⁠ immobilized, that was​ the most he​ could move.

I scratched my eyebrow⁠ with my thumb‍‌ and sat down.‍‍ I only meant​​ to check on‍‌ her condition and⁠ leave. After all,⁠ I knew how‌⁠⁠ important rest was‍‍ after years of​⁠‌ hospital stays.

But‍ even more important​‌​ was the patient’s​‌⁠ will. At least‍‌​ inside this room,​ Ryozo had the‍⁠ final say. If‍‍​ she said sit,‌​ I sat.

“……”⁠‌‍

The‍​​ atmosphere turned uncomfortably⁠ quiet.

Something​⁠ felt off in​ the air. The‌‍‌ scent of disinfectant‍‍ strangely felt warm‌ today, and the​‌​ beeping monitor sounded‍ like a heartbeat.​

Ryozo,‍ her eyers darting‍​ about, sighed. More‍‌​ than the bandages,​​⁠ it was the​​‍ tension that weighed‍‍⁠ on her. She‌​​ had to break⁠​ it somehow.

“What‌‍‌ happened in the⁠‌‍ chapel that day?”‍​‌

She‌​​ asked, and I hesitated for a moment.

It​‌⁠ wasn’t easy to‌‍​ explain what happened‍ without creating misunderstandings.​⁠

How​⁠‌ do you explain‍ that the Hero‌‍‍ had been secretly⁠​​ talking to a demon? Even I didn’t fully grasp‌ what had occurred.⁠‍ Explaining it poorly​ could create confusion.‌ The facts still​ weren’t clear.

The⁠‍ room where Sein​ was being held​‌‍ was now guarded⁠‍‍ by the foreign‌‌ Church, and Leon‍ was outright refusing⁠‍ any interviews. It‍‍‌ would take time​‍ to uncover the‍​⁠ full truth.

‘Depending‌‍ on what I say here, Ryozo’s‍⁠‌ image of Leon‌‍⁠ might change.’

There‌‌‌ were already suspicions‌‌ about whether the‍​‌ Hero truly deserved‍​‌ the title, and‍⁠‍ Ryozo didn’t have​⁠‍ a favorable opinion​‍​ of him to​​ begin with. I felt uneasy thinking‌‌ it might look‌‍ like I was‍ trying to turn​ her against him.‌⁠

‘But‍⁠‌ hiding it would‍‌‌ feel worse.’

She‌⁠ had a right‌ to know why‍ he fought for​ his life. I couldn’t lie. It⁠⁠‍ was a matter‌⁠ of conscience. I could avoid the​ moment, sure—but it‌​ would betray the⁠‌ trust we’d built.⁠

I made my decision.​‍ Ryozo deserved to‍⁠ know, so I didn’t hesitate long.⁠‌‍

I told her everything‌⁠ exactly as I saw it, without​​ embellishment or omission.⁠​

“…I‌‌ see.”

Ryozo⁠ furrowed her brow.‌​​ His analytical mind​⁠ went to work​‍​ dissecting the facts.​

‘The‌‌⁠ international situation is⁠‍ already unstable. If​‍‍ this leaks, it’ll‌ spark a major​ crisis.’

Despite​ her personal issues⁠‌ with him, Ryozo​ understood the importance​ of the Hero’s⁠‌ existence.

Leon​​ had a near-miraculous‌⁠ ability to draw‍⁠‌ people in. Thanks⁠‍⁠ to him, internal‍ conflicts at the‍‌ academy were quickly​​‌ resolved.

‘It‌‌‌ must be part‌‍‌ of his blessing‌ as a Hero.’​

If⁠ he joined the‍‌⁠ heroic world after⁠⁠​ graduation, humanity would⁠‍​ have a clear​ unifying figure. That‍​‍ was something even‌ I, the youngest‍‍‌ ever to reach‌ the rank of‌‍ the Seven Stars,‌ couldn’t offer.

Just‌ the fact that​​‌ he’d spoken with​⁠​ a demon was​​ enough to tarnish⁠​‍ his reputation. People⁠​​ would begin to‌‍ doubt him, and⁠ if humanity lost​​​ its figurehead, unity​‌⁠ would become difficult.⁠‌‌

With‍​ just that brief​⁠ account, Ryozo understood⁠ the gravity of​⁠ the situation completely.‍ And she also⁠‍‍ realized that, at‍‍ least for now,⁠‍⁠ it had to⁠ remain secret.

But‍ seeing how serious⁠ she looked, I scratched my cheek,‍⁠ uncomfortable.

‘This‍​‍ is just making​ the mood more‍⁠‌ awkward…’

So‍ I changed the‌ subject.

“Hey,‌‌​ do you remember⁠⁠ when you and​​ Abel asked me‍‌⁠ which of you⁠​‍ I liked?”

I felt her ears‍ perk up beneath‌​ the bandages. Her‍‌‌ body was stiff​​​ as a cactus,‍‍‍ but her ears​​‍ were fully alert.​

“I’ve​‍⁠ been thinking about‍‌ it alone since‌​ then.”

I lowered my voice⁠‌ a little.

“But…⁠‍ do I really​‌ have to choose⁠ between the two​​ of you? Among​⁠​ friends…”

At‍‍‍ that moment, the​‌‌ door burst open.‌‌ Cynthia marched in‌ with long strides⁠​‍ toward us.

And⁠⁠‍ she wasn’t alone.⁠‍ Following timidly behind‌⁠ her was a familiar face—Saki Hina.‌

The⁠ situation happened so​‍ suddenly that I froze. Was she​⁠ listening to us?‌⁠ And what was​‌ Saki Hina doing​ here?

“Kang​ Seo-Bang.” [2]

It⁠​ was the second⁠⁠ time, but she⁠ already said it‍ like it was⁠⁠⁠ natural. Swallowing hard,⁠⁠ I tensed for​​ no reason.

“I‌ don’t care how⁠‍ many wives you​ take…”

Cynthia‌ grabbed my hand‍⁠ tightly.

“But⁠⁠ my daughter—my daughter⁠​‍ has to be⁠‌ the first wife!‍ Got that, Kang​​ Seo-Bang? That’s all‍‍ I ask.”

“…?”‍‌‌

My​​‍ pupils dilated. My​ mind went into‍ chaos.

“I‍​‌ don’t mind being‍​‍ the second… or​ whatever number.”

Hina‌‍ spoke shyly, covering⁠ her flushed cheeks‌⁠ with her sleeve.‍​‌

“…This‌ is a mess.”‍​‍

Ryozo⁠​‍ muttered.

A cold and accurate‍⁠⁠ judgment of her‌‍ own family.

T/N:‍‍

(1):⁠ “Jang… Seo… Bang”‌ (강서방) is a colloquial and familiar‌‍ way of saying​⁠ “son-in-law” or “my⁠​​ daughter’s husband” in‌​ Korean.

(2):‌‍⁠ 강 (Kang) is​‌ Geom-Ma’s surname, and​‍ 서방 (seobang) is‍ a traditional expression‌​ used by in-laws⁠‍ to refer to‍​ a son-in-law.

So‌​⁠ when someone says‌‍‍ “Kang Seo-Bang,” it⁠ means, “Son-in-law Kang”​⁠ or “My dear‍‍ son-in-law Kang.”

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