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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 279: Noisy Emergency Meeting (2)

Chapter 279: Noisy Emergency Meeting (2)

Kang‌⁠ Geom-Ma took off‍​‌ running. Behind him,​ Director Sung and​ Media followed, panting,​​‍ trying to stop​⁠ him.

“Mr.‌​⁠ Heavenly Sword!”

Director‍ Sung shouted.

Kang⁠ Geom-Ma ignored the⁠​​ call and ran‍‌‍ up the spiral‌ stairs.

‘Did​​​ he run all‌‌⁠ the way to‍‌ the 12th floor⁠⁠ just because the‌​​ elevator was slow…?’​⁠⁠

He⁠⁠ was so fast⁠ that even Media‌​ couldn’t keep up.⁠​ He was literally‍‌​ as fast as‍‍⁠ lightning.

“You⁠‍⁠ can’t just leave‍ like this!”

Sung​ yelled desperately, hoping‌ his plea would‌‌ stop him. But⁠ it was useless.‌​⁠ Kang Geom-Ma sped‍ up even more.⁠​‌

‘I​ shouldn’t have said⁠​ anything.’

Twenty⁠⁠⁠ minutes earlier, Kang⁠​ Geom-Ma had arrived‍‍⁠ at the Hero‌ Association headquarters in‌​ Seoul.

He⁠‌‌ asked Director Sung‌‍‌ about the status⁠ of the meeting.​‌‌ Sung, who was‌‌ monitoring the situation,​​ sighed deeply and​‍ explained things were‌ going badly.

Of⁠⁠​ course, Kang Geom-Ma‌ asked why. Sung‍ didn’t hesitate to⁠‍‍ say the culprit​​‍ was the President⁠ of the United​⁠ States, Ronald—an imperialist​‌‌ who looked down‌⁠ on the Association‍ and believed all​⁠​ power should revolve⁠⁠ around the U.S.​⁠⁠ Sung didn’t hold‌⁠ back in criticizing​‍ him.

He⁠‍‌ trusted Kang Geom-Ma‌ enough to share‌ that and felt‍ he had every‌⁠ right to know‌​ the meeting’s details.‌​ Also, he’d been‌​‍ dying to vent​‍ about Ronald.

‘That‍‌ pig dared to‌‍ openly humiliate the⁠​ vice president…?’

That’s‌ how it started.‍‌ After hearing the​⁠ account, Kang Geom-Ma‌ hardened his expression⁠ and headed straight‌‌ for the meeting‍ room. Media, surprised,‌ followed but couldn’t​‍ catch up.

“Pant…⁠ pant… Since when​‍‍ is Mr. Heavenly​​‍ Sword so fast?”‍

Everyone‍ knew about his‍‍‌ speed, but only​⁠⁠ when wielding his‌ sashimi. Now, just​ running, he was‍​ so fast sparks⁠‌⁠ trailed in his‍‍ wake.

Still,‍​⁠ Sung and Media‌‍⁠ chased him the⁠‍​ best they could.⁠‌ Finally, when they‍‌​ reached the meeting​‌ room one after‍⁠ another, the first⁠​ thing that greeted​​ them was a dense, heavy air.‍ It was the​ lingering trace of​⁠‌ the murderous aura‌ Kang Geom-Ma had⁠‍‌ unleashed upon entering.​⁠⁠

Sung‍‍‍ didn’t faint only‌‍⁠ thanks to prior‍​⁠ experience. Humans are⁠‍ creatures of habit,⁠​​ after all.

As​​⁠ he caught his‌ ragged breath, he​​ looked up… and‍​ froze.

“……!”⁠​‌

The‌‌ first thing he‍ saw was President‌ Ronald, with his⁠‍‍ temple and cheek​ pressed against the​​ table, tongue hanging⁠⁠‍ from his mouth.‌‌ A grotesque sight.‍‌‍

Wait…‍‌‌ Is he dead?⁠ Or just unconscious?‌​ Right? Please, just‌ unconscious.

Media‍​ rushed forward and​​ approached Ronald. She‍ tapped his shin​⁠‌ with the tip​ of her shoe.​‍ No response. She‌⁠‌ leaned in to‍‌‌ listen. No breathing.⁠​ No signs of​⁠ life.

She‍​​ stepped back and‍⁠ shook her head‍ silently, like a doctor declaring a death.

“We’re⁠ screwed.”

Director​ Sung muttered. A cheap Korean curse‌ echoed in the⁠⁠ minds of all​⁠ the leaders present.‌⁠ Korean was a universal language—everyone understood⁠ it.

Sung⁠⁠​ looked at Changseong,​‍ sitting calmly in‍⁠ the distance. Seeing‌ his shocked expression,‌⁠ he sighed.

“Is‍⁠ he dead?”

“I⁠‌‍ don’t know, but⁠⁠ his heart stopped.”​

Media⁠⁠⁠ replied, biting her​ lip.

“H-his‌‍ heart stopped doesn’t⁠‌ that mean he’s⁠ dead?”

Sung’s​‌‌ face turned pale.‍⁠ The same happened‍⁠‌ to the others.⁠‍‌

“It’s⁠‌ not the same‍⁠​ as clinical death.‍‍⁠ A cardiac arrest‌‍‌ can be reversed‌ if treated within‍‌ the golden hour​​⁠ with a defibrillator.⁠​ The problem is,‍⁠ that device is‌⁠ on the first⁠​‍ floor, and we’re‍‍ on the twelfth.⁠ It won’t get‌​⁠ here in time.”⁠

“That’s⁠​​ a problem.”

Changseong‍ scratched his beard‍​‌ uncomfortably, though he‍‍‌ didn’t seem too​⁠ concerned.

“If‌ a head of‌⁠ state dies in‌⁠​ the middle of‍ a summit, we’re​⁠ in for a major mess. Even⁠​‌ if it was‍ just a heart‌​ attack, the public‌‌‍ impression won’t change.‍ Also, that Yankee‍ pig—I mean, President⁠‍ Ronald—is a major⁠⁠‍ shareholder in Lancelot‌ Company. Without him,⁠​ getting support from⁠ hero agencies could‌⁠ become difficult.”

That’s⁠⁠‍ why Changseong had⁠‍ been restraining himself.​⁠ But now it⁠‍‍ didn’t matter.

Step.‌⁠

Until‍ then, Kang Geom-Ma‍⁠ had remained silent.‌

Suddenly,⁠‌‍ he stepped forward⁠‍⁠ toward Ronald. Before⁠⁠ touching him, he‍‍‌ looked at Changseong.‌

“You‍​ said saving this‌ Yankee would be​‌ most beneficial, right?”‍‍

“It’s‍ not very ethical‍​‍ to weigh a person’s life, but‍‌‍ yes, it is.”‍​​

As‍‍ he spoke, Changseong‍​ glanced at Ronald.​ His pupils, pointing​‍‍ in different directions,‌⁠‍ showed signs of​‌​ decomposition.

“But‌ seeing those eyes,‍ it’s too late‌ to save him.”‌‍

“We‌​⁠ won’t know until​‌ we try.”

“Huh?⁠‍‌ What do you⁠‍‌ mean…?”

Changseong‌​ blinked, then his⁠​ eyes widened. The⁠⁠‌ others reacted similarly.⁠

The⁠ meeting room, which⁠‍ until then had⁠‍⁠ only dim lighting,⁠​ suddenly lit up.‌‍‍ Blue electric sparks‍⁠ jumped across the⁠‍ floor and walls.‌⁠

Crackle!​

Everyone‌​ stared at Kang‍​‍ Geom-Ma in stunned​ silence. For a moment, no one‍​ could speak. Then,​‌ they shielded their​​‍ eyes.

It‍​​ was blinding. His⁠​​ right hand emitted​⁠⁠ a light so‍⁠ intense it burned⁠ into their retinas.‌⁠

Is​ that a blessing…?⁠⁠​ Isn’t that magic?‍‍

Kang⁠ Geom-Ma grabbed Ronald‌‍ by the neck.‌ An even more‌‍ powerful bolt of​ lightning erupted. Beyond‌⁠ blinding, the light⁠​ seemed capable of‌​ rendering one blind.‌​‍ Everyone shut their​⁠ eyes.

Flash!​​

The‍ room, tinted white⁠⁠‍ for an instant,⁠‍​ slowly regained its‍⁠ color. Then, a groan was heard.‌⁠⁠

Everyone‌ opened their eyes⁠⁠‌ wide. Through their⁠⁠⁠ still-blurred vision, they⁠​​ saw Ronald groaning,‍ holding his forehead.‌

“…What…‍‌‌ what is this?”‌

Ronald⁠‌ was disoriented. As⁠ if someone had​​ snipped and randomly⁠ pasted his consciousness,⁠‍ past and present‌ events were completely‍ jumbled. When he‍ raised his head,‌​‍ he flinched.

Heavenly‌‍ Sword was staring‍⁠​ straight at him.​‍⁠ In the dark⁠ shadow cast by​ the emergency lights,​​⁠ his black eyes‍ shone intensely.

“What’s⁠ it like, dying‍⁠ and coming back?”⁠‌⁠

Heavenly⁠‍ Sword spoke in​⁠ a low voice.​⁠‌ No formality. No‌⁠ trace of respect‌⁠​ for the President‍ of the United⁠​‍ States.

“That’s​⁠​ what heroes feel​​ every second they‍ charge into battle.​ While garbage like‍‌ you cut steak‌ at fancy restaurants‌⁠ and drown in‍ wine.”

His‍ eyes scanned the‌​​ wine glasses lined‌‌ up on the⁠‌ round table.

At‍⁠​ that moment, all‍⁠ of them shattered⁠ at once, shards⁠‌‌ flying through the‍⁠‍ air.

While‍​‌ he was at⁠‌‍ it, he also⁠‌‌ directed his killing‍‍⁠ aura toward the​⁠‌ bottled mineral water.​‍ The plastic crumpled⁠⁠ like dry rags.⁠

“If‌‌‍ you come to⁠‌‌ Korea, drink Yeongchangsu.⁠​ Haven’t you heard?‌‍ ‘Ours is the‍⁠ best.’”

Ronald’s​‌‍ face went pale⁠‌​ as a corpse.‍‌​ Even more than​ when he was⁠​​ near death moments⁠‌​ ago.

Heavenly‍‍‍ Sword spoke again.‌‍‍

“Still,‌⁠ out of respect⁠ for the people‌⁠ who chose you‍⁠ as president, I’ll‌ spare your life.”​

“…”‍​‌

“Am​‌ I talking to‍​⁠ myself?”

“T-thank‌⁠‍ you for your​ mercy, Lord Heavenly⁠​ Sword.”

“By‌ the way, all‌⁠‍ that nonsense you‌ spouted earlier was​‌ recorded. I’ll release‌ it everywhere once‍ the war ends,⁠‍​ just so you‍⁠⁠ know.”

“That’s‌‍ a bit…”

Heavenly​ Sword fiercely furrowed​⁠​ his brow.

“What?‍​‌ Missing the afterlife‌‌ already? Speak. Killing⁠⁠​ is easier than‍‌ saving for me.‌ But choose your‍‍‌ words carefully. They⁠​‌ might be your‌‍‌ last.”

“I’m​ sorry…”

Heavenly​​ Sword kicked a chair leg and‍ nodded toward a corner of the‍ room.

“Then​⁠ go over there,‍​ raise your hand,‍​‌ and stay standing.”⁠

“Yes,​‍ sir…”

Ronald‍ walked away with‍ his head hung‍ low. Everyone watched⁠⁠ him go, no‍‍‌ one daring to‌ stop or comfort⁠‌​ him.

He⁠‍‍ knelt down, raised‍​⁠ one hand in‌ the air, and​⁠ lowered his head⁠‍​ like a criminal.‌ His suit wrinkled⁠ horribly. Tears as​ large as raindrops⁠‍ streamed down his‍‌ cheeks, consumed by‌‍‍ shame.

Heavenly​‍ Sword reclined in⁠‍ the chair Ronald⁠ had occupied, crossing‌‍ his legs with​‍ arrogance.

After‍⁠ the storm, the‍​‌ room fell silent.‌⁠

Heavenly​⁠ Sword had silenced‍ the foreign press⁠⁠ with force, and‍ with his overwhelming‌ presence, had dominated‍ the leaders of‌ every nation. It‌⁠ all happened in‍⁠ the blink of​⁠ an eye, as​‍‍ if time had‍ flowed naturally.

By‍ extension, his silent‌‍ pressure caused the‌⁠⁠ heads of state‌‍ to swallow their‌‍ saliva instead of​ sipping luxury water.⁠‌⁠ These greedy adults,​⁠‍ seasoned by age,‌​‍ were cowed—by a mere eighteen-year-old boy.‍

“Let’s‌ begin the real​ meeting.”

In‍​ this room, Heavenly‌ Sword was practically​‍⁠ a tyrant. But​ under certain circumstances,‌ a tyrant is‍⁠‌ exactly what’s needed.⁠⁠ And this was‍​‍ one of those​⁠ times.

“As‍ I said earlier,‌ if anyone has⁠‍​ objections, raise your​ hand.”

Until‍ the meeting ended,‌ no one raised‌‍‍ a hand.

Thus,⁠‌​ the meeting originally⁠ scheduled for five‍ hours was wrapped‌‌ up in just‍ three.

***‌

“One​ moment, Kojima.”

Changseong‌‌ called out to‌ Kojima, who was⁠‌‍ about to leave⁠⁠​ the room.

“…What‍ is it?”

He​ answered without turning‌ around. Changseong smiled‌‍‍ with mild awkwardness.‌‌

“Well,​⁠ I just wanted⁠‌​ to thank you‌​ for today. If‌ it hadn’t been‌‌‌ for you, everything‍‌ would’ve tilted toward‌ that damned Yankee.”⁠

“I‌‍⁠ only spoke up‌ because what he⁠ was saying was​ so absurd. I didn’t expect any‍​​ thanks from the⁠‍ senior.”

Changseong’s​​ smile deepened. What​‌‍ an ungracious guy.​‌​

“Can​ I ask you‍ something?”

“You‍ want to know‌⁠ why I changed​ my attitude so‍‌⁠ suddenly?”

“You’re⁠‍ sharp.”

“Obviously,‍‍ it was for‍‍‌ me and for​ Japan. Even if‍‍ others don’t get‌ it, I know‍ what it means⁠ to go up⁠‍ against a Corps⁠‍‌ Commander. ‘Every man⁠‌ for himself’? If​ we go that⁠ route, humanity won’t⁠​​ last half a day.”

“What‍‍⁠ I want to‍⁠ know is if‍⁠⁠ that was the‍⁠‌ only reason. That’s‍⁠​ the real question.”⁠⁠‍

“Do‍‍ I have to‌⁠​ answer that too?”​

Changseong​⁠ shrugged lightly.

“It’s‌‌ your call, but‌ when else would‍⁠‌ we get a chance to talk‌ like this? If‌​‍ war breaks out,⁠ one of us—maybe⁠‌ both—might die.”

“…”⁠⁠‍

Kojima​‍ stood still, staring‍​ upward. His snow-white​‍ crown was clearly‌‍ visible.

“While‍ I was in‌ the hospital after‌ Heavenly Sword stabbed‌​ me, I had‍ a lot of‌‌ time. It was‌ the first time​​⁠ I ever wasted​‍ time like a slacker. Since my⁠ wife Alice died,​ I buried myself‌ blindly in work.”​​

As​ he gazed at​ the ceiling, Kojima⁠‍‌ confessed.

“During⁠ that time, I reflected on myself​‍‍ and on Alice.⁠‍⁠ I asked myself​‍‍ why I’d clung‍ to her so‌‌ much. That was⁠‍ the first doubt.‍​ Then, suddenly, I understood. The reason⁠‍⁠ I loved her.”​

He‍ lowered his gaze‌⁠ and looked slowly‌ at Changseong. His‌‍‌ sky-blue irises shone⁠​⁠ with the same‍‌​ vitality they had‌ in his cadet⁠ days.

“…It‍‌​ was her conviction.​ ‘To shoulder the⁠ burdens of others.’‌⁠ I always admired​ that principle. Because‍ I could never​​​ be like that.‍‍ Maybe that’s why​‌​ I obsessed over​​ her so much.‍ An obsession disguised‍ as love. Pathetic,‍‌ isn’t it?”

Saki⁠ Kojima said this‍‌‌ with difficulty.

“I’m‍⁠ over sixty, but​‍​ I’m still a pitiful human being.‍‌ Alice, on the‌ other hand, died‍ in her early​​ twenties, and yet‌​ she was far⁠‍⁠ more mature than‌⁠ I ever was.”⁠​⁠

“…”‌

“So‍​‍ now that the​‍ great war is‌ about to begin,‍‍‍ even if it’s‌ late, I want‍⁠⁠ to try becoming​​‌ an adult. Only​‍‍ then will I feel I’ve earned​​ the right to​‍ see her again.”​​‍

Kojima⁠ let out a dry laugh halfway​‍⁠ through his story,⁠ then shook his‌ head.

“I‌ must be senile.‍ Me, telling all⁠ this to an‍ old geezer like‌ Mura, who I used to argue⁠ with non-stop? Getting⁠‌‌ old is scary.”‍

“We’re‌‍ both stubborn old⁠ men, aren’t we?”​

Changseong‌​​ grinned widely.

“I‌ turn seventy the⁠‌ day after tomorrow.⁠ I probably won’t‌​ even remember this‍​ chat by tomorrow.‍ Don’t worry.”

“Looks‌‍‌ like you’ve aged⁠‌⁠ too. In your‍ younger days, you‌​ were completely reckless.⁠‍ Look at you‍​​ now.”

And‍ despite his words,‍‌ Kojima softly lifted‍ one corner of‍‌‌ his lips.

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