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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 270: Everyone’s Time

Chapter 270: Everyone’s Time

The⁠‌‍ thick fog clouding⁠‍​ my vision slowly⁠​​ began to lift.​⁠⁠ However, my ears⁠‍⁠ still felt submerged‍‌​ underwater—muffled and deaf.​ It seemed I hadn’t fully regained‌‌ consciousness.

“Lord⁠ Geom-Ma…!”

I covered my eyes‍⁠‌ with one hand⁠⁠⁠ and then slowly​⁠‌ slid it down‍‌‌ across my face.‍​‌ Only after the‍​​ burn of that‌‍ motion ran over‍ my skin did‍‌ I turn my‌ gaze.

Shail‍‌ and Karon were​⁠⁠ watching me, their‍⁠‍ eyes filled with​ worry.

I turned toward the‌​⁠ window behind me.‍⁠⁠ A pale full​‍​ moon hung in‌ the sky. It‍‍⁠ wasn’t late anymore—it⁠⁠ was night.

Considering​‍ I’d touched the‍‌ relic late in​‌‌ the afternoon, quite‍​​ a bit of‍‍ time had passed‍​​ since then.

‘It​‍ doesn’t feel like⁠ even five minutes‌ have gone by…’‍‌⁠

I waved a hand⁠‍ to signal that⁠ I was okay.​‌​ Only then did⁠ Karon, who had‌ been pacing nonstop,‍​‌ let out a deep sigh. Shail,⁠​ on the other⁠‍​ hand, was fussing‍ in obviously exaggerated⁠‍ concern.

“That⁠​‍ lifeless look doesn’t⁠⁠⁠ bode well. I must stay by‌ your side tonight​​‌ to care for​ you.”

“I‍‌ told you I’m‍⁠⁠ fine. I’m not‍​ a child.”

I brushed her off​​ somewhat coldly. If‌‍ I didn’t, that‌⁠‌ woman would probably⁠‍ follow me all‌‍ the way to​ my room.

“You​ are a child,‍ Lord Geom-Ma.”

“…You‍​ just said a while ago that‌⁠ my mind was​ like that of⁠ a man in‌‌​ his forties.”

“Ah,‍⁠⁠ I don’t know​ how I could’ve​ said something so⁠⁠‌ outrageous…”

Shail⁠ smacked her own​‌ forehead. I stared‌ at her for​⁠ a moment before⁠ asking.

“So,​‌ what happened after‌⁠‌ I touched the‍⁠‌ relic?”

“The⁠‍ moment your finger​ touched it, a light burst out.”‍‍

Karon⁠ answered.

“Right‌‌⁠ after, you lost​​⁠ consciousness and collapsed‌‍⁠ in the chair.”​‌

“In​ other words, I fainted.”

“Yes.‌ At first, we​ were going to‌ call the medical⁠⁠‌ staff, but… then‌‌‍ you spoke with‌⁠ your eyes closed.​ ‘He’s not in‍⁠ danger, so maintain⁠⁠ your positions,’ you​ said. Your voice‌‍‍ was yours, yet​‍​ not quite… I don’t know how‌ to explain it,​ but just hearing‌​ it made one⁠⁠‌ feel reverent.”

“Hmm.”‌

Obviously,‍ that wasn’t me‍ speaking. It must⁠‌​ have been the‍ God of the​‌ Sword speaking through​ me. Understanding the‌ situation brought a wave of relief.⁠ I glanced at‍⁠⁠ the wall clock.‍⁠‌

[A.M.‌​ 03:00]

The‍⁠‌ drowsiness vanished instantly.​‍‌ I quickly turned​​‍ to them.

“Don’t​‌‌ tell me you’ve‍ been here this​ whole time.”

“Yes.”‍​

Shail⁠‌‌ and Karon nodded​‍​ in unison.

“So​ that means you’ve​⁠ been stuck here​⁠ for seven or​‌ eight hours.”

“We’re‍⁠ here to assist⁠⁠‌ you, sir. We⁠​​ were just doing‍ our duty—no need​‌ to worry.”

I tried to cover⁠‍​ my eyes again‍ but ended up‍⁠ just rubbing my‍​​ brow. In moments‌‍⁠ like this, the​ right thing to⁠⁠‍ do is offer​ a simple thank-you.​‌

“You‍ both did well.​‍‌ Go get some​⁠ rest.”

“Yes.⁠​​ You rest well​‍​ too, Lord Geom-Ma.”⁠​

Karon​​ and Shail exited,‍‌⁠ closing the door​ behind them. But‌ I had barely​ been alone for⁠ a moment before⁠‍ the door opened​ again.

A second later, Shail‌‌ peeked her head‍ in, half-hiding behind‌‌‍ the door, and‍⁠​ said.

“If‍‌ you need company‌⁠‌ tonight, don’t hesitate​‍​ to let m—…”‍

Seeing‌⁠​ my hand reach‌​ for the bookshelf,‍⁠ she fled in⁠ an instant.

“…Didn’t​​⁠ remember Shail being​⁠ such a joker.”​‌

I let out a small laugh. Who‌​⁠ am I to‍⁠‌ talk about personality‍ changes?

“After‌‌ all, no one’s‍‌ changed more than⁠‌ I have in⁠⁠ just a single⁠ year.”

Even‍ now, when something‌​‌ displeased me, my‍ reaction was still‍​‌ violent.

‘Have‌⁠ I always been​⁠ this way…?’

My​​⁠ memories were a bit hazy.

I clumsily opened and‌‍ closed the hand‍‍‌ I had reached‍⁠ for the sashimi‌‍‍ with, but in‌ the end, just‍​⁠ let it drop.⁠

“I​‍ should move that‌​‍ shelf… I’m picking​‌​ up bad habits.”‌

***‍

Ryozo⁠‌​ was lying face-down⁠⁠ on the bed,‌ her chin resting​​⁠ on the pillow.‍​‍ The tops of⁠‍⁠ her feet tapped‍ the sheet alternately.⁠⁠

[Ryozo:​ Are you busy​‍ with work?]

[Kang‍ Geom-Ma: More or‌⁠ less. How about‌​ you—how’s your mom’s⁠ place? Are you‍‍ doing okay there?]​‌

“Hmm.”​​‌

She​⁠ tilted her head​‌ slightly, still resting‍⁠ on the pillow.‌​ The soft fabric‍‌‍ brushed gently against‍‌‍ her left cheek.⁠‌

“What‌ should I reply‌ with…?”

During‌ winter break, Ryozo‌ would be staying‍⁠‍ at her mother’s‍‌ house.

It⁠‌ felt odd to‌ use the word⁠‍​ “stay” between a mother and daughter,​‌ but then again,⁠⁠‍ Cynthia wasn’t part⁠ of the Saki‍‌ family.

Originally,‌​ Ryozo had planned​‍​ to spend the⁠‍⁠ holidays hospitalized at‌​ the academy’s affiliated‌‍ clinic. However, the‍⁠ institution had notified‌‌ all students to⁠ return home, to‍​​ keep them away​​​ from potential danger.‌⁠‍

Hostile​​ forces had attempted⁠⁠⁠ to infiltrate several​ times—and had succeeded‌‍‌ twice.

Joaquin‌ Academy was no⁠ longer safe. The⁠‍ fact that the⁠​ administration admitted this‍‌⁠ was unprecedented.

That‌ was only possible‌‌​ because the group‌‍‍ of Elders—formerly the​ backbone of the‍​ system—was gone. They​ had prioritized honor⁠‍ over practicality.

Now,​⁠ the academy acted‍​ with logic and​ speed. It recognized​ its shortcomings and‍​ sought to improve.‌⁠ It embraced change​‌‍ and progress.

The‌‍ students, too, were‌ influenced by this‌ mindset. Even the⁠‌ arrogant noble heirs​⁠ didn’t complain.

At​​ this point, both​ the headmistress and‌​‌ Kang Geom-Ma were​ figures everyone trusted‌ implicitly.

That’s⁠ why Ryozo agreed‌ to leave the‍‌‌ hospital and head⁠​⁠ to Busan. She‍⁠ turned down her‍‌ sister Saki Hina’s‌ offer to get‌‌ her a private​ room in Japan.‌​‌ After all, her⁠ mother could give​ her all the⁠‍ extra care she‍⁠‌ needed.

In​‌ truth, it didn’t‌‌‍ matter where she‍‍ spent the holidays.‌ Whether the place⁠‍ was big or‌‍ small.

What​ really mattered was​ being in the⁠‌ same country as‌‍‌ Kang Geom-Ma.

Though,​ well, her mother’s‌‌ house wasn’t exactly​​​ small…

‘…Okay,‌ maybe just a little.’

The​‍ apartment was over​ 130 square meters,​​​ but Ryozo had⁠​⁠ grown up in‌‌ palace-like mansions.

Middle-class⁠ living felt like‌‍​ a humbling experience‌‍⁠ for her.

“Ugh,‌ what should I say?”

She‍​ groaned while massaging‍ her forehead. It​ was just a casual conversation, but‍‍⁠ every word felt​ important.

Not⁠ that they’d stopped​‍ talking recently—she just⁠ started overthinking every‍ message.

[Ryozo:​​​ Busan’s not bad.‍​ It’s warmer than​‍​ Gangwon. If you‌ have time, maybe‌‍ you could come⁠‌ vis—]

“No,⁠‍‌ that’s way too‌​ direct!”

She​ smacked her forehead‌ and hammered the​‌‍ delete button several​⁠​ times.

She‌‍‍ was in the‍⁠ middle of writing​‌ and deleting when​ she felt a presence behind her.​

“……!”‌

The‍​​ door was wide‌​⁠ open. Cynthia stood‍‌‌ leaning against the‍ frame, an ambiguous‍​​ smile on her⁠​ face.

Thump!​​

Ryozo⁠ rolled off the⁠⁠ bed.

“M-Mom!”⁠‍

She⁠ sprang to her‌‌‍ feet. Her forehead‌‌‌ burned, though she‌⁠‌ couldn’t tell if⁠​‌ it was from‍​⁠ the bump or​ from falling to​‍‌ the floor.

“C-c-could‌ you please respect⁠​ my privacy for‍ once!”

Cynthia‍‍⁠ snorted.

“Missy,​​ this is my⁠ house, you know?‌ If anything, you’re‌​ the one invading‍​ my privacy.”

“…….”⁠‌‍

Ryozo​​ pouted and glared.⁠⁠ She had no⁠‌​ comeback—Cynthia was right.‍

“And‌‍‍ I’ve called you​ for dinner several⁠⁠​ times. Did you‍‌ even hear me?​ Or not even​ that?”

“I​‌​ didn’t hear you…”‍⁠‍

Right⁠​⁠ then, her smartphone​⁠‍ screen lit up.​​‌

[I‍ heard her.]

It​⁠ was Vixbig, joining‍​ the conversation.

[She​‍ didn’t just call‌ you—she also knocked⁠‌​ twice. But of​ course, you were⁠ so distracted you​ didn’t even notice.]⁠

“……”​‌‌

Ryozo’s​‍⁠ eyes sparked as‌​‌ she glared at⁠​⁠ the phone.

The⁠ screen, which had​ been glowing, suddenly​ shut off like​‌ a blown fuse.⁠

“Did‍‍‌ you see that?”‍⁠

Cynthia‍⁠‌ shrugged. Then, suddenly,⁠⁠⁠ her expression shifted.​‌

“Daughter.”⁠​

She​⁠‍ walked over and‌‍ knelt in front⁠‍‍ of Ryozo.

She⁠‍ held her by⁠‍ the shoulders, her‍‍ serious gaze making⁠ Ryozo’s chest tighten.​‍

“How‍​ old will you‍ be in five‌ days?”

Today‌​‌ was December 27.‍ Ryozo had only⁠ four days left‌‍ as a seventeen-year-old‍‍ girl.

“Eighteen.”‌⁠

“Those‌‌ feelings and doubts​⁠ you’re experiencing—I had⁠‌ them too at⁠​​ your age.”

Cynthia‍⁠ let go of‍‌ her shoulders and,⁠⁠ with a warm‌‌ smile, brushed Ryozo’s​​ messy bangs aside.‍

“It’s⁠ part of life.⁠ That pure sensitivity—it’s‌ something you can’t​ feel anymore once⁠⁠‍ you’re an adult.”‌‌⁠

Ryozo’s​ eyes glistened. The​ warmth of her‌ family tugged at⁠‌ her heart.

“To‍⁠ be honest, eighteen’s⁠ already a bit‍‍‍ late for late-blooming⁠​‍ adolescence… but you‌​ still have time,‌ Ryozo. You’ve got​ two years ahead⁠‍ of you. Use‌⁠​ them to lay⁠​​ a strong foundation.”‌‍

Up‌‍⁠ to that point,⁠‌⁠ all was well.⁠‌​ But then Cynthia​ added.

“And⁠​‌ once you’re an‍ adult—take him down​‍‍ in one shot!”​

Ryozo’s‌ face froze.

“What…?”‌‍

“I​ can’t let my⁠ daughter lose to‍​ another woman.”

Cynthia‍​ flipped her hair‍⁠ back. Her mature,​‌‍ elegant face lit‍ up with confidence.‍‍

She⁠ blew a strand‌​ away from her‌‍ forehead, and a competitive flame danced‍‌ in her eyes.⁠‍‍

“Get⁠ a notebook and​ start taking notes.”‍

And⁠ so began the⁠‌ legendary doctor’s impromptu‌ sex-ed lesson.

The‌⁠ more intense the​‌‌ class got, the​​‍ more Ryozo’s blue‌ eyes spun. Her‍⁠‍ face was so‌⁠ red, the swelling‌‌ on her forehead‌ looked ready to‌⁠ explode.

Even⁠ so, as dizzy‍​ as she was,‍‌ she kept her‍‍‍ ears wide open.‍⁠‍

After⁠⁠‌ all, the classes‍ teens pay the‍‌‍ most attention to⁠​‌ always come with⁠ a very good‍​ reason.

***​⁠

Time‍⁠⁠ flew by.

The​​‍ days were so⁠‌ busy I barely​ had a moment​ to breathe. I was so absorbed​ in work, I nearly lost all‍‌ sense of time.​‍‍

It⁠⁠‌ wasn’t until much‌‌⁠ later that I realized I had‌ gone from seventeen‌ to eighteen. That’s​ how committed I was.

And​⁠​ I’m not exaggerating—even‍‍ ten bodies wouldn’t⁠‌ have been enough.​ I had to‌‌ handle both the‍ Seven Stars’ duties‍ and track down‌​⁠ conspiring factions.

‘Don’t​ I have some⁠‌‌ kind of Double​ Blessing or something‌​ among all these?’‍

I stretched, loosening up‌ my stiff limbs.⁠ After staring blankly‌‍ for a moment​ at the mountain‌‍​ of documents, eyes‌‍ sunken, I stood‌​​ from my chair.​

“I’m​ going for a walk. Just a walk.”

The‍ air in the​ office was so‍⁠‌ heavy, I felt​ weighed down inside.‍ I desperately needed‍ some fresh air.‌‌‌

I threw on a light coat and‍​‌ stepped outside. Walking‍​ through the empty‌​‌ academy had a strange touch of‌‌ melancholy.

“I’ve⁠‍ spent exactly one⁠‍‌ year here.”

I remembered the first‌ time I arrived,‍ stepping into the‍⁠ snow. Back then,‌‌ all I had‍‌ were worries.

A future shrouded in​‍⁠ uncertainty, a bank‍⁠ account draining by‍⁠ the day, an‌​⁠ academy life that‍⁠ seemed incomprehensible at​‌⁠ first.

But⁠ now?

One⁠ way or another,‍‌​ I had overcome⁠ all kinds of⁠⁠‍ hardships—and even come‍​ to understand why‍ I was pulled​‌​ into this world.‌​

I raised my hand⁠ for no particular​ reason. My palms‍ were full of‍‌ blisters and calluses.⁠

“…This‍⁠ body, originally belonging‌‍ to Lycan.”

The⁠ reason I had‍ buried myself in‍‌‍ work these past⁠ few days was‌​ because I still​ couldn’t fully accept⁠⁠‌ that truth.

I had always believed⁠​‍ this body—this Kang⁠‌ Geom-Ma—belonged to a minor, inconsequential character.​‌

But⁠‍‍ in reality, it‍​⁠ was the body⁠‌ of the First​‌ Corps Commander. No‌ matter how many‍‌ times I turned‌‍ it over in‌‍⁠ my mind, it​‍ was absurd.

And​ yet, when I looked back calmly,​⁠ everything added up.⁠

After‌⁠⁠ all, the invasion‍‍ led by Sixth‌ Commander Basmon half​‌‍ a century ago​ had been justified‌ by the “resurrection⁠‍⁠ of Lycan.”

‘At‍‌⁠ the time, I thought it was⁠‌ just another generic‍‍‌ cliché from a cheap mobile game.’‌‍​

Then‍‌ it hit me—what​​⁠ if Miracle Blessing​​⁠ M was actually‍‌‌ a game with‍ a meticulously planned‌​ story?

“Maybe‍‌ it was disguised‍ as a game‍‌ from the beginning.”‍

I recalled the God‌​ of the Sword’s‌ final words.

“When‌⁠ we meet again,⁠‌⁠ you’ll be far‍‌‍ stronger than us.”‍

Who⁠ was he referring‍​ to with “us”?​​​ I didn’t know​ yet.

But‍​‌ I think I understood what that⁠‌⁠ god was trying​‍​ to tell me.‌‍

What‍‌‍ I still had​⁠ left to accomplish​ was far greater⁠‌‍ than anything I had done so​ far. Maybe he​‍⁠ was just expressing‌‌‌ that in a roundabout way.

I looked up at‌ the sky. The​‌​ midday sun pricked‌‌​ at my eyes.​

“So⁠​ this is what​‌ it feels like‌​‍ to be blessed⁠⁠⁠ by a god.”‌

I murmured, placing the⁠⁠​ edge of my⁠​‌ hand over my‌‍ brow to shield⁠⁠ my eyes.

Maybe⁠ it was because‌​ it was New‌‌‍ Year’s Day, but‍‌ today’s sun shone​ with extraordinary clarity.‌‌​

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