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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 282: All Humans Make Mistakes

Chapter 282: All Humans Make Mistakes

Famous​‍⁠ heroes from around⁠​​ the world began‍‌ to gather.

The‍​​ meeting point was⁠⁠​ Joaquin Academy, considered​⁠​ undoubtedly the ultimate‌​ target of the⁠ Demon King’s army.‍⁠

Only‍ a week had‍‌ passed since the‌ emergency summit. However,‍ most heroes gladly​ accepted the call‍‍‍ to arms.

Director​⁠‍ Sung, who had⁠ feared difficulties in‍​ recruitment, wore a relieved expression. Even‌ though this was​ a war for⁠‍ humanity’s survival, he⁠ assumed noble-born heroes‌‍​ would only seek‌‍ to save themselves.‍ That’s how they‍​⁠ had always been.⁠‌‍

But‌ unexpectedly, they came‌‌‍ voluntarily to Joaquin​‍‍ Academy. And one⁠‌ after another, they​ said something to‍​ Director Sung. In‍‍ essence, they all‍ said the same‍ thing.

“Wasn’t⁠‍⁠ it Heavenly Sword​ who summoned us?‍​ Of course, we⁠ had to come.”‌‍​

“If‌ it had been⁠ the association or‌ the state who‍ organized this, I wouldn’t have come.⁠ But if Heavenly‌‌​ Sword asks, that’s​‌ a different story.”‌​

“My‌⁠‌ brother was one‌⁠ of the survivors‌‍ of Fermush’s invasion—the‌​‍ fourth Corps Commander.‌⁠⁠ He said that​‌‍ if it hadn’t​‌ been for Heavenly​ Sword, not just⁠ him, but everyone​ there at the​​ time would’ve been⁠ wiped out. Though​ he can’t join⁠‍‌ this war, I’ll⁠‌ fight in his‍​​ place. To repay‍​ the debt we‍ owe.”

They‌⁠ didn’t come because‌ the state called.‍ A noble doesn’t⁠ move for emotional‍‍ appeals. If they‌‍ did, they’d have​​ accepted their extinction⁠‌ with indifference.

Nobles‌ value personal gain,‌ but even more‌‍ so, they treasure‌⁠ honor, pride, and‍ dignity as nobles.‌

This‌ war fulfilled all⁠⁠ three principles. Alongside⁠⁠‌ Heavenly Sword. For⁠‌ him, even the⁠‍​ most arrogant rallied‍‍​ under one banner.‌‍​

Furthermore,​​ the fact that‍‌​ the battlefield was​‌ Joaquin Academy also⁠​ influenced their decision⁠‌‍ to gather. It‍ was the place‍ where many of​⁠ them spent their‍​ youth, now on‌‍ the brink of​‌​ becoming ashes.

Heroes⁠⁠ who didn’t think​⁠⁠ highly of Kang⁠ Geom-Ma also joined‍‍​ under the cause‌‌ of “protecting Joaquin⁠⁠‌ Academy.” Regardless of​ the pretext, Director​‍ Sung was grateful​ that they had‌⁠ all gathered.

Thus,​ the expansive Joaquin​⁠‌ Academy was unusually⁠‌​ crowded. The crowd⁠‍ was composed exclusively​⁠‍ of veterans—no students‍ among them. Their⁠​ faces bore the​ marks of many⁠ years of experience.‌‍‍

And‌⁠ thanks to them,‌ the academy, usually​ empty during winter‍ break, brimmed with‌‌‍ life. Some among​‍‌ them knew Kang​⁠⁠ Geom-Ma personally.

All‌ Mute, Khan Elizabeth,​‍ and the Relentless⁠​​ Iron Mao Lang⁠ were among them.‌‌‍

“Oh,​ the Iron Family‍‍ has come! And‌‌⁠ Lancelot Company as‌​ well! I truly​ appreciate both groups​‌ for accepting the⁠​​ call.”

Director​ Sung, panting as​ he ran up​⁠ to them, greeted⁠ them. All Mute‌‍‌ gave a polite⁠‌​ bow, Mao Lang‍‍ a traditional martial​‌​ salute—each in their​ own way.

“It’s​‌⁠ good to see⁠ you, Chief Sung.‍‌ Or should I say, Director now.⁠ Congratulations on your‍⁠⁠ promotion.”

“Wow,​⁠​ I thought you‍⁠ were just a section chief, and‍ now you’re a director. A meteoric⁠ rise in under⁠⁠‌ a year. The‌ Iron Family should​‍​ show you some​‍⁠ respect.”

“Oh,​‍ please, don’t say​‌‌ that.”

Director‍ Sung responded bashfully.‌

“To‍ be honest, this​‍⁠ position is too‍ much for me.‌‍⁠ When I first​⁠ heard I was​ being appointed as‍ director, I tried⁠ to turn it‌‍ down. But it‌‍‌ was the president‍ of the association⁠‍‌ himself who chose‌‍​ me, so I couldn’t refuse. If​‍‍ it were just⁠⁠ the title, I could handle it,‌​ but…”

Director‌⁠ Sung was in‌ charge of this‍‍ entire mobilization. He⁠‍ wasn’t a combatant,‌⁠‌ but perhaps that’s‍‌ exactly why he​ was right for‌⁠ the role.

Since‍ there was a clear distinction between‌ operators and fighters,⁠‍ no one protested.⁠ Anyone who did⁠‌ would be seen‍‍ as petty. Thanks⁠‍​ to that, he‌ was able to‍ proceed with preparations‍ smoothly, which was⁠‌ a relief for​​ him.

“Forgive​ me for rambling​ in front of​⁠⁠ such distinguished guests.⁠​​ This way, please.‍‍ A separate meeting⁠‌ has been prepared‌ for those who‌‌⁠ will be fighting​ on the front‍‍ lines.”

Director‌ Sung led them‍⁠‍ to a private⁠⁠‍ room. Several were‌ already seated, all​​ imposing figures.

‘The‌‌⁠ Sword Master, Changseong,​​‌ the Tyrant Media,‌‍‌ Kojima, Meian…’

All⁠ Mute licked her‌​⁠ lips, scanning the‍‌⁠ room carefully. Meanwhile,‍ Director Sung quietly⁠ excused himself, having‌‌ completed his role.​‌​

‘Should⁠⁠‍ I really be‍‌ here?’

The‌ legends of the⁠​ old generation were​ gathered. All Mute‌‍‍ felt she didn’t⁠ measure up. Mao‍​‍ Lang, seeing her‍⁠ hesitation, gave a slight smile and​ whispered in her‌​ ear.

“If​‌‌ you’re already shaking,‌‍⁠ what will you‍​​ do when you​‍‍ face the Demon‍⁠ King’s army? Besides,⁠‍⁠ the main star‌‌⁠ hasn’t even arrived‍‍⁠ yet.”

True.‌ One seat was⁠‍ still empty—clearly his.​

‘He’s​⁠​ not here yet?’‌

As⁠​‍ All Mute tilted‍ her head, Media‌​ gestured for them⁠⁠​ to come sit.‍‍‍

“Geom-Ma⁠​ is busy with‍⁠​ something personal, so‍‌​ he’ll be a bit late. You​⁠​ two, come have‌‌ a seat.”

The‌‌‌ two nodded and​ sat in non-primary‍ seats. A momentary‍‍ silence fell. The‌‌⁠ air was thick‍​ and heavy—understandable, given‍ both the gravity⁠​‌ of the moment​ and the caliber​‌ of those present.‍

Within​‌‍ a week, at⁠‌ least half of‍ those here would‌ no longer be‌⁠​ standing. No one‌ knew who. That’s‌⁠ war.

To​‍ break the tension​‍ a little, Media‍ clapped her hands⁠ loudly.

“Anyway,⁠ who would’ve thought?‍⁠‍ Fighting a war⁠​ alongside my own⁠⁠‍ students. Living to⁠ see this day.”‍

“It’s‌​ an honor for‍​‌ us as well.”‍

Mao‌‍​ Lang replied.

“To‌ think we’ll be‍‌⁠ fighting alongside the‍ director and the⁠‌ Seven Star heroes—this‌‍​ will be remembered⁠​ for generations in⁠⁠‌ the Iron Family.”‌​

“Only‌ if we win‍‍‌ this war, of⁠⁠ course.”

A woman with a tired expression, Meain,‌‌⁠ interrupted. Media flared​‍ up instantly.

“Sis!”‍⁠

“Did​‍‌ I say anything⁠ untrue?”

“Whether‌⁠​ you’re right or‍ not, I told‍ you a thousand⁠​​ times to read‍ the room! Do⁠​ you talk like‌ this to the‌ Celestial Class too?​ No use. When⁠ this is over,‌ I’ll seriously consider‌ firing you.”

“Tch,‌⁠‌ how petty.”

“……”‌‍​

At​‌‌ the absurd bickering​ of the Poison‍‌ sisters, Mao Lang‍​‍ and All Mute‌ stayed silent. It⁠‍ seemed they were​⁠⁠ already tired before⁠ anything had started.⁠ Not just them;⁠ the other Seven​ Stars avoided eye​‌‌ contact as if⁠‌ embarrassed.

Screech.⁠​

While⁠​‌ the Poison sisters⁠​⁠ bickered, the face‍‌ everyone had been​‌ waiting for entered⁠ the room. It⁠‌ was none other‌ than Kang Geom-Ma.⁠​

“I​ see everyone’s already‍​‍ here.”

As​⁠ soon as he​​ entered, the sisters‍ fell silent and​⁠ gathered their words‍⁠ with serious expressions.​‍

All⁠‍ Mute and Mao‌‌ Lang also held​‍ back their greetings.‍​

The​ reason was clear—Kang⁠​‍ Geom-Ma’s presence was‍​‌ abnormal.

Though‌‍​ he had always⁠ radiated a dark‌ energy, now he⁠‍ also emanated a kind of magical⁠‍ force that was⁠‌ hard to describe.⁠

If‌ not for his⁠‍ familiar face, anyone​​ would’ve mistaken him⁠⁠‍ for a demon.‌‌‍ His aura was‌‌ chilling.

Thump.‌⁠

Feeling​‌‍ all eyes on‌​​ him, Kang Geom-Ma⁠​ sat casually in‌ the head seat.‌​‍

He‌⁠⁠ knew well what‌‌ everyone wanted to‍​⁠ ask.

‘I​ understand they want​ to know why​⁠ magic is flowing⁠​ from my body.’‌

But‌​‌ it wasn’t the​ time to explain.‌ The situation was‌ urgent, and they‌⁠ couldn’t waste time​ on details.

‘They’ll⁠‌⁠ find out during​ the war anyway.​⁠ No need to​⁠⁠ say it now.’‌‌

Men‍​ with secrets always⁠‍ carry a mysterious⁠‌ air.

“Sorry‍⁠‌ for the delay.⁠ I had to‍​‍ stop by somewhere‍ before coming.”

“Don’t​‌‌ worry. You bear‍ the greatest burden.‍⁠​ If you needed‌​​ more rest, we‍‍ would understand. Sorry‍​ for wasting your‍‍ time with us‌ old folks.”

Changseong‍⁠‌ smiled kindly. As​‌ soon as he⁠‍ saw Geom-Ma arrive,‍ his face lit‍‌ up with a big grin.

“The⁠⁠ protagonist always enters‌​ last. You arrived‍ right on time.”​‌⁠

The​ Sword Master chimed‌‍‍ in. The Poison‌⁠ sisters tried to⁠‍‍ start another fuss,⁠⁠ but the Sword‍⁠‍ Master, seated next​​‌ to them, restrained‌ them. They obeyed‍​​ and forced stiff‌⁠ smiles.

Kojima⁠‍‍ cast a glance​⁠ at Kang Geom-Ma,⁠‍‌ then looked away.⁠

Though‍⁠​ he said nothing,​‌ he didn’t seem⁠⁠‌ intent on criticizing​⁠‍ either.

That⁠⁠‌ scene stunned All⁠⁠⁠ Mute and Mao‌ Lang.

The⁠‍ legends of the⁠ previous generation didn’t​⁠ just respect Kang⁠ Geom-Ma—they practically revered‌⁠‍ him. It wasn’t​⁠ out of convenience,‌‍‌ but genuine reverence.‍​​ And it made‌⁠​ sense, considering all​‌ he had accomplished.⁠​

For​​ those familiar only‍​ with the solemn‌‌​ demeanor of the​ Seven Stars, it⁠ was naturally shocking.​ That moment made⁠‍‌ the hierarchy clear.⁠‍‌

Heavenly⁠ Sword stood above.⁠ The others, below.​‍

Finally,​⁠‌ Kang Geom-Ma noticed​​‌ All Mute and​⁠‍ Mao Lang. He‌⁠‍ offered them a slight greeting with‌⁠ his eyes, and‍‌ both instinctively bowed‌ their heads without‍‍ standing.

‘…He⁠⁠⁠ wasn’t this overwhelming​ when I saw‌‍‌ him before.’

Lifting‍‌ their heads was⁠ difficult. A sticky‍‍ pressure clung to​‌ the back of⁠ their necks. Even⁠‍⁠ though Kang Geom-Ma‌‍ wasn’t doing it​⁠ intentionally, his mere‍​ presence was overwhelming.‌‌⁠

Cold⁠ sweat dripped from⁠ Mao Lang. Her‌ assumption was confirmed—Kang⁠​‍ Geom-Ma would soon​​‍ become someone beyond‌‍​ even being looked‌ at.

‘I‍ didn’t think it‍‌ would be to‌ this extent…’

This⁠​‌ was an unexpected‌ factor. It far​​ exceeded imagination. It‌ wasn’t just growth.​​

It⁠ was evolution.

That’s‍​ right. Kang Geom-Ma​‌ had shed his⁠‌​ human form and⁠⁠ evolved into something⁠‌​ beyond. A new‌​‍ type of human⁠ being.

“New​ humanity” seemed the‌⁠‍ most fitting term‍‍​ for this non-human​ existence.

As⁠‍ Mao Lang, trembling,‌‌​ slowly lifted her​‍⁠ gaze, she noticed‍⁠ the hairs on‌⁠‌ her arms standing‌ on end. Her‌‍ entire body was​‍‍ covered in goosebumps.‌‍​

Was​⁠​ it because of⁠‍ Kang Geom-Ma’s presence?⁠‍⁠ Not entirely. That‍‍ unease wasn’t coming⁠‍‍ from in front‌⁠‍ of her—it was​‌⁠ behind her.

She‍⁠​ could clearly sense‍‍​ a presence at‍⁠ her back that⁠​ hadn’t been there‍​​ a moment ago.‍​

The​⁠ sweat that had⁠ previously beaded on​‍‌ her temple now‍⁠ trickled down her‌⁠​ face.

The‌⁠‍ coldness of her‌ skin made that‌ sweat feel strangely​‌​ warm.

Mao​‍‍ Lang only moved⁠‍ her eyes. Everyone‌ present was staring⁠‍‌ at her in‍​ astonishment—or more precisely,​‍‍ staring behind her.⁠‌‌ Only Kang Geom-Ma⁠​ frowned, visibly annoyed.​​⁠

What​ was happening? What⁠‍ had occurred in​​⁠ that brief instant‍ when she had⁠‍ tried to greet‌‌⁠ him? Mao Lang⁠‌​ glanced over her⁠⁠⁠ shoulder.

And⁠ as expected, the‍⁠ cause of the‌​⁠ icy silence was‌⁠‍ right behind her.​‌‍

A beauty with skin​ as pale as⁠ cooked rice. But⁠‌ her beauty, artificial‍‍‍ like that of‍‌​ a porcelain doll,‌ was unsettling.

No‍​ one had seen‍ her before, which⁠⁠ explained their confusion.‌‍‌ Everyone except Kang‍‌‌ Geom-Ma.

It‌ was Herya, Kuarne’s⁠‌ loyal subordinate. She⁠‌​ had appeared just⁠⁠​ like she had​⁠​ during the Joaquin​⁠ incident—through a projection‌ of her double‌⁠ body.

‘Does​​ that bastard think‍⁠‍ the academy is⁠ his private bathroom⁠‌ or what?’

Whatever‌‍ the reason, this​⁠ was clearly one⁠‌ of that pale⁠ being’s signature abilities.⁠‌​

In‍‌⁠ any case, the⁠⁠ fact remained: this‌​ was the second‍​⁠ time that thing‌ had shown itself​‌ to him.

Even⁠‍ if it was‌ just a duplicate‌‍⁠ body, it took​​ tremendous nerve to‌‌​ appear twice before‌​​ Kang Geom-Ma.

She⁠ must have nerves​ of steel.

At​‍ this point, even‍‌ Kang Geom-Ma was⁠ starting to get​‌ curious. What was⁠‌ this ghost trying‍‌⁠ to pull now?⁠⁠

“If‌‌ you have something​ to say, say​ it.”

He​⁠‌ cut straight to‌ the point. Those​⁠​ who were about​​​ to draw their​ weapons stopped. Instead,‌⁠ they simply rested⁠ their hands on⁠⁠​ their hilts and⁠ watched Herya intently.⁠‌⁠

With⁠⁠ an emotionless expression,‍⁠ she delicately held‍ her skirt and‌​ gave a curtsey.​‍ She barely managed​‌‍ to mimic the​​‍ gesture. But that‍ was all. Even‍​ if she pretended⁠ to be human,⁠​ she couldn’t fake​​ having a will‍ of her own.⁠

“I⁠‍ bring a message‍ from Kuarne.”

Kang‌​ Geom-Ma rested his‍‍ chin in his⁠​‍ hand with an​⁠ indifferent air and‍‍​ gave a vague⁠ nod. Since ancient​ times, even emissaries​‍ from mortal enemies‍⁠ were at least​ heard out. So‌ he would listen.‍‍​

“In​‌‌ this war, we‌‍⁠ shall exterminate humanity⁠ completely, so—”

The⁠‍‌ moment she opened‍ her mouth, a sword flash sparked.‌​‌ The sashimi blade​ traced a white​ arc. The cut‌‌​ sliced through the‌​ air with a sharp hiss, releasing⁠‍​ a bitter scent⁠ of scorched air.‍⁠⁠

Slash.‌

A head as pale⁠ as paper rolled‌⁠ down Mao Lang’s‌‌ back and struck⁠‍‌ the floor, shattering⁠​​ into a thousand‌ pieces on impact.‍

The‌‍‍ body, now headless,‌‍‌ disintegrated into dust‌ a moment later.⁠‌‌

“Well.”⁠‌

As​‍ everyone’s pupils dilated,‍ Kang Geom-Ma let⁠ out a brief​​‌ sigh and lazily​‌ shook off his‍⁠ sashimi blade.

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