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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 280: Emotion (1)

Chapter 280: Emotion (1)

[“A​ de facto declaration‍⁠⁠ of war” Changseong⁠ announces full mobilization.]​‌

[〈Breaking‌ News〉 Humanity and‌‌​ demons head toward‌⁠‌ the “Second Human-Demon‌‌ War”.]

[〈Breaking‍ News〉 Kojima expresses‍‍⁠ his will to​ join the war.]​⁠​

[〈Breaking‍⁠​ News〉 “The United⁠ States will also‍‌​ participate”… Statement from⁠‌ All Mute.]

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The​⁠ entire world was​​ turned upside down.‍‌​ True chaos. Journalists‌‌‍ published articles more‌ aggressively than ever,‌​ with views reaching⁠‍ tens of thousands​‍​ in under a minute. Under normal​​‌ circumstances, the media⁠‍ would’ve celebrated.

But‍‌‍ this time, they​‌ couldn’t.

Both​‍ media outlets and‌ journalists reported without‌‌ exaggeration on a blood-stained future.

Only‌‌‌ during times like⁠​ this did they‍‌ manage to write⁠‌‍ with sobriety. Ironic,‍​⁠ isn’t it?

Maybe​⁠ because of that,​‌​ even the internet‍‍ users—usually eager to​​‌ attack one another—were‍​ silent today. Though‌⁠ a few still‍ tried to stir‌ conflict, deny reality,‌⁠​ or spread false‌‍‍ theories, they were​‍ quickly ignored.

People​‌ aren’t stupid. The​ Joaquin disaster, the‍‌⁠ attack in Joaquin,‌⁠‌ the invasion by‍ Corps Commander Fermush.⁠ It was only‌⁠‍ a matter of‍ time. Just reviewing‍ these events made‌‍‍ it clear the​​ “Second Human-Demon War”⁠​ was inevitable.

The​​⁠ comments that once⁠​⁠ flew like blind‌​ arrows now offered‌​ encouragement and support⁠​‌ to the heroes​ who would go‌​​ to war. Because‍ while heroes were​ warriors who fought‌⁠ in the people’s⁠⁠‍ stead, if they​‌‍ fell, humanity would‌ perish.

In⁠​ other words, if⁠⁠ the heroes die,⁠​ I die too.‍​ That was the⁠‌ underlying logic.

“…….”⁠​‌

Saki‍‍‌ Ryozo slowly slid​‍‌ her finger across⁠ the screen, absorbing⁠ each word. When‌​​ she finally finished‌ reading, she asked.‌

“Vixbig,‌ are these articles​ real?”

[Yes.‍ Aside from some‌‍⁠ sensationalist videos on⁠ Nutube and unreliable⁠‌​ rumors, everything else‍‍‍ is accurate.]

“……”‍‌

Ryozo⁠⁠‌ put the phone⁠‌ face-down. She didn’t⁠‍ have the strength‌‌​ to respond.

Feeling‍​ drained, she leaned‍‍ her head back​‍ against the chair⁠​ and covered her⁠​ eyes from the​ fluorescent glare with‌ her wrist.

‘Geom-Ma…’‍⁠​

For‍‍‌ hours, she had​​‌ scoured countless news⁠‌‍ reports to confirm‍ whether Kang Geom-Ma‌ would join the‍‍​ war. But apparently,⁠‌‍ that information was⁠‌ still confidential, so‍ there was little‌‍⁠ to be found.‍⁠

What‍ little was mentioned​​​ was mere speculation—would​​ the young Heavenly​⁠‍ Sword, just eighteen,‌ really go to‌‌‌ war? Wouldn’t it‍​​ be better to‌⁠ keep him as‍ a last resort?‍⁠⁠

Still,‌ Ryozo was already⁠‌ convinced. Kang Geom-Ma​ wasn’t the type‌ to turn away‍‍ from the shadows⁠‍⁠ looming over humanity.​ On the contrary,⁠‍‌ he’d be the‌ first to face‌ them. That’s who‍⁠ he was.

And‌ that tore her​‌ apart.

‘Kang‌ Geom-Ma… in this⁠​‌ war…’

She‍​⁠ didn’t even want‌​⁠ to imagine it.⁠‌ Yet, her rational‌​‌ mind calculated survival‍‌ probabilities with near-mathematical‍‍​ precision.

The​‌‌ faster her thoughts​⁠⁠ raced, the deeper⁠​ her brows furrowed.​‍ Her back was‌ drenched in cold‌​ sweat. That’s when​‌ she sensed a presence.

Ryozo’s‌⁠‌ eyes shot open.‌⁠⁠

In‌‍ her inverted field​⁠ of vision, she⁠ saw her mother,⁠​‌ Cynthia, watching her​ silently with her‍‍‍ head tilted.

“Sweetheart.”⁠‌​

Cynthia‌‍⁠ wiped her daughter’s⁠​ forehead with a sleeve.

“Let’s⁠‌ eat. If you’re‌‍ going to overthink⁠‌ things, at least‍‍​ eat something first.”‍⁠

“……”‌​‌

Ryozo⁠‍‌ nodded silently and​‍ stood up. Cynthia‌​ smiled faintly as⁠​​ she brushed off⁠ her apron.

Ryozo‍‌ sat at the‍​ table. Kimchi, stir-fried‌⁠‍ anchovies, fish cakes,‌‌ pickled radish—a typical‌‌‍ Korean meal. In‌​ the center, an‍ empty space.

“Tada!”​

Cynthia‌ placed a stone​ pot in the​⁠​ center. With enthusiasm,‍‍‌ she opened the‍‍​ lid using oven⁠⁠ mitts. Through the‍ steam, a bubbling‍ red stew revealed​⁠ itself.

“It’s‌​ my special kimchi‍ jjigae. Since I know you like⁠‍ Japanese flavors, I made it milder.‌⁠ But I added⁠ a touch of​‍⁠ sweetness.”

She​‍‍ was about to‍‌⁠ serve it in‍ a bowl. While‌​​ sharing from the​ pot is common‌ in Korea, it​​‌ was still unusual‌⁠⁠ for Ryozo.

“No‍‍ need to separate​ it for me.”‍⁠⁠

To⁠‌ Cynthia’s surprise, it​‌‌ was Ryozo who‌ declined.

“Fewer⁠ dishes to wash‍‌ this way. Let’s⁠‌‌ eat from the​ pot. Sit down,‍‌ Mom.”

“Ah,‌‍ hmm. Really? Alright.‍ I’d love to​‌ eat with you​ even if we⁠ share spoons.”

“Don’t​‌‍ say stuff like‌​ that while eating.​⁠​ It kills my⁠​‌ appetite.”

Ryozo⁠ clicked her tongue‌​‌ lightly and picked​⁠‍ up a spoon.​ At the first‌ bite, the spicy​‍ kick of garlic​ and chili jolted​‍ her palate.

Her‌‌‍ eyes and nose​‍ burned. She’d said​‌‍ it wasn’t spicy,‌‍ but that was⁠‌ clearly a lie.‍​ Between sniffles, Ryozo​‌ glanced reproachfully at‍‍ Cynthia.

“It’s‍​ better to say‌‌ you cried because​‌‌ of the spice‌ than to cry‌‌ alone in your‌​‌ room.”

Cynthia​ said it offhandedly‍ while sipping her⁠⁠ soup.

“It’s​ okay to cry⁠ when you need‌​‍ to. And if⁠‌ it’s out of​⁠⁠ worry for someone,​⁠‌ you can cry‌ even harder. But​⁠​ since you were‌ born Japanese, it’s‌‌ hard for you⁠‍‍ to be honest.⁠ And by the‍‌‌ way…”

Soft‌​ tears slid down‍‍⁠ Cynthia’s cheek. Ryozo‍⁠⁠ widened her eyes⁠​‌ in surprise. Then‌‍ she remembered an‌ article she’d seen‍⁠‌ recently. The headline⁠ read. “Kojima expresses‌‌‍ his will to‌ join the war.”​​​

Kojima​ had resigned as‌ Prime Minister before​‍‌ the war. He⁠​‌ promised democratic elections‌​ after the conflict.‍

Though‍​ buried under war‍ coverage, it was​​​ an impactful announcement—especially​‍ for those who⁠ knew Kojima. Like‌‍ Ryozo… and Cynthia.​

“Mom…​‍‍ don’t tell me…”​​‍

“Yes.⁠‍‌ That’s right.”

Cynthia‍​​ put down her⁠ spoon. The kimchi⁠​‍ jjigae still bubbled​​ in the stone​⁠ pot.

“I‌‍⁠ hate him enough⁠‌ to kill him,‌‌ but sometimes, Saki‌‌ Kojima shows up⁠⁠⁠ in my dreams.”‍‍

“…….”​

“One​ day, the doorbell​‌ rings. I think​‍‌ it’s a delivery‍⁠‍ man and open‍‌‌ the door and‌ there’s your father.⁠⁠ That kind of‍‍ dream.”

Ding-dong—‌

At​‍⁠ that moment, the​‌ doorbell rang in‌‌ a long tone.⁠‍ Mother and daughter‍​‌ blinked, puzzled. The‍⁠ chime echoed into‍‍ silence.

Then,‌‌​ as if on⁠⁠​ cue, their expressions​​​ turned serious.

It​​ couldn’t be a delivery man. They⁠ were on DEFCON⁠‌ 1, at war.⁠‌⁠

Services​‌ like convenience and‌‌ delivery had already​⁠ stopped a week‌‌ ago.

Fortunately,‌‍​ Cynthia—ever cautious—had stocked‌​ up on food,‌‌ so they could‍‌ still eat three⁠‍ meals a day.⁠‍​

But​⁠⁠ not everyone was‍ like them. In​ fact, most lived‌ in dire conditions.‌​‌ So the visitor‍‌ was likely a begging neighbor—or maybe‌​​ a thief.

“I’ll‍‌‍ get it.”

“You?⁠‌ I think I’d‌‍ better.”

“Are​⁠⁠ you underestimating me?”​

Cynthia⁠‍⁠ rummaged through the‌⁠ living room drawer,‌‌​ pulled out a scalpel, and tossed‌‌‌ it into the​‍ air.

Then‌ she caught it‍‍ mid-spin like a rotor blade. Her‌ skill was obvious.​

“Did‍‌ you forget my​⁠‌ nickname? Cynthia, the⁠⁠ Divine Hands.”

“And​ that means what,⁠‌ exactly?”

“Those‌‍‍ best at saving‍‌⁠ lives are best‍‌⁠ at taking them.”​⁠​

“Should​‌⁠ a doctor really‍ be saying that…?”‌‍​

“It’s‍​ just a saying.⁠‌⁠ Anyway, keep eating.”‍⁠​

Cynthia‍‍​ hid the scalpel⁠ in her sleeve‌​‌ near her wrist,⁠‌ like a dagger.‍ She felt the‌ cold metal against​‍ her skin. Then⁠‍ she turned the​⁠‍ knob with her​‌‌ free hand.

As‌​‍ soon as she‌⁠​ opened the door,‍‌ she froze. Standing‍​‌ before her was‌​‌ an unexpected face.​‌⁠

“Who⁠​ is it?”

Ryozo⁠​ peeked over her⁠‌⁠ mother’s shoulder. Her​ jaw dropped too.‍⁠

Kang​‍‌ Geom-Ma.

“May‍‌ I come in​⁠ for a moment?”​

Despite​ being perhaps the⁠ busiest person in‌‌‍ the world right‌ now, he had​‍‌ suddenly come all‌ the way to​ Busan.

***​⁠

While​⁠ the whole world‍⁠​ was in a panic, I remained​ relatively calm. Maybe⁠ it was because‍​‌ of the blessing‌‍⁠ of the God​ of the Sword,​ but also because⁠‍​ ever since I arrived in this⁠​​ world, I had‌ always considered this‍‍​ possibility.

Perhaps⁠⁠ that’s why, now​⁠ that the moment‌‌ had come, my⁠ mind was cold.​‌‍ As if it‌⁠ were saying, “it’s‍​ about time.” Thanks‌​⁠ to that, I calmly began to​‌ review if there‌‌ was anything I was forgetting. Because‌ if I went⁠ into this war‍​ without thinking, I’d⁠​‌ surely regret it.​⁠

‘This‍‌ time, I might​ really die.’

Kuarne‍‍‌ was undoubtedly a formidable enemy. But⁠ not someone I couldn’t fight. I had unleashed all​⁠ the blessings of⁠ the Final Judgment‌​ and learned both‍‍ the Demonic Eye​‍​ and Lycan’s magic.⁠‌‍ In a one-on-one,‌ close-quarters battle, I could face him.‍

‘My‌ real enemies are⁠​ the ones behind‍‌‌ him—the false gods.’‍⁠

That’s‌ what the God‌​​ of the Sword‍​‍ and Lycan told‌​​ me. Though they‌ never mentioned Kuarne‍​⁠ by name, they⁠ always spoke of​ the false gods.⁠​

Not‍ because Kuarne was‍​‍ weak, but because‌‍ the real threat‍​⁠ lay elsewhere. In​‍ short, my enemies​​‌ are the gods.⁠⁠ And apparently, they⁠⁠ would reveal themselves​ in this war.⁠‌⁠ That’s why I had to be​‌ ready to die.‍‍

‘Come‍ to think of‍ it, it’s kind​​ of funny.’

I,‌‌ who always fought⁠ to survive—when did​ I start being​​‍ driven by duty?⁠‌‌ Life is unpredictable,​‌ that’s for sure.‌‍​

Anyway.​

Only‍‍ now, facing the‌​⁠ final battle, did‌ I start thinking⁠​ about what was​ most important to‌ me.

The‍‍ first thing that‌‌‍ came to mind‍​​ were the parents‍ of this life.‍ Two people who‍‍​ vanished without a trace. And whose‌⁠⁠ existence had started⁠‌‌ to fade even⁠​ from my memory—so‌ I held onto‌ it consciously.

What⁠ would they say⁠ if they saw‌‌ me now? Just‌ by entering Joaquin‍‍ Academy, they already‍⁠​ called me the‍ pride of the⁠⁠⁠ Kang clan from⁠‍​ Seori.

‘If⁠ they knew I’m⁠‍‍ now one of‍​ the Seven Stars,‌ they’d lose their​ minds.’

But​‍ since I could‍⁠ no longer see⁠ them, my thoughts⁠‍‍ shifted to what‍ mattered next. After⁠‌ them, who was‌⁠​ most important to​‍‌ me? Many faces​‍ passed through my​‍ mind. The principal,⁠​‌ the Sword Master,‌‌ Changseong—everyone who supported​⁠​ me.

I’m‍​​ deeply grateful to‍‌ them. But to⁠​ Kang Geom-Ma—to “me”—there’s⁠ someone even more‌ important. The deepest‌⁠ corner of my‌‍​ heart, where only‌‍⁠ traces of emotion‌‍ remain, was shouting‌ it.

My‍‌‍ steps, guided by​‌ the heart, chose⁠ their direction. I went straight to‌ Busan.

“…….”‍​

“…….”‌

That’s‌ how I ended‍ up sitting across​⁠ from Ryozo, with​‍ the table between‌​​ us. Neither of‌ us spoke—a bubbling​ pot of kimchi‌‍⁠ jjigae was the⁠ only sound breaking‍‍ the silence.

‘How​ did it come​​‍ to this?’

Cynthia‌​ had been stunned⁠‌ by my sudden‍⁠⁠ visit but soon⁠​⁠ excused herself, saying⁠‌ she had to‍ step out.

Maybe​⁠⁠ she wanted to​​‌ give us space,​‌ but her absence‍‍⁠ was lethal. Because‌⁠​ now, in this‌‌ wide and warm⁠​ apartment, only the⁠ two of us‍​⁠ remained.

“You⁠ must be really​⁠ busy… why are‌⁠‌ you here?”

Ryozo​​‍ was the first‌ to speak. She‍​⁠ fidgeted with her‍‍‌ fingers and cast‌​‍ furtive glances at⁠‌‍ me. The faint​‍‌ blush on her‌ cheeks made her‍⁠​ feelings obvious—embarrassment, discomfort,​‍‍ and happiness.

‘The‍ Ryozo I first⁠ met was very‌‍ reserved.’

She⁠⁠​ had changed a lot. So much‌⁠ that she seemed⁠​​ like a different‍ person.

The‌⁠‌ one who used‍​ to cling to​⁠ sweets no longer⁠ touched them. The​ one who cared‍ more about appearance‌ than substance now​ worried about others’‍‌⁠ well-being.

The⁠‌​ one who couldn’t⁠ be honest now‌ wore everything on​​ her face. Of⁠ course, she only​ showed that kind​‍ of expression to​​ me.

And‍ I also decided‌ to be honest.​‍⁠ I’d use the⁠​ excuse of this​‍‍ final battle to​​ open up. Even‍ if they called​ me a coward,⁠‍ it didn’t matter.‍

“You.”​‍​

“M-me?‌‍⁠ What about me?”‌​‌

I moved my lips.⁠‍⁠ Even though I had made up⁠ my mind, I couldn’t get the‌ words out. I had never said⁠‍ anything so embarrassing‌‌ in my life.​‍

‘Now​ I understand how​ Ryozo felt when⁠‌‍ she told me⁠ this multiple times.’⁠⁠⁠

It’s​ incredibly hard from‍‌​ this side.

“Ryozo.”‍​‌

“…Why‍​⁠ are you calling​⁠‌ me like that‍⁠⁠ so much? You’re‌⁠ making me nervous.”⁠​​

I took a deep‍​ breath and let​ it out all‌‍ at once. I lowered my gaze‌‌​ as far as​ I could. You⁠ couldn’t expect more⁠ from someone who’s‌ never been in​‌ a relationship.

“I⁠‌ came because I wanted to see⁠ you.”

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