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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 302: Let’s separate personal from professional, Director

Chapter 302: Let’s separate personal from professional, Director

The⁠‌ collective chanting didn’t‍ cease. The arena​‍​ trembled with the‍​‍ vibrations.

“¡Kang⁠ Geom-Ma!” “¡Kang Geom-Ma!”‍‍⁠ “¡Kang Geom-Ma!”

The⁠ instructors, realizing it‍⁠⁠ wouldn’t end on‍​ its own, intervened.‌⁠

“Silence,‍‍⁠ cadets!”

“Order!​ Order and sileeeence!”‍‌‍

Yet‍​‌ still…

“Heavenly‍ Sword! Please look‍‍ at me, just‌‌⁠ for a moment!”⁠

“I’ve‍‍​ been waiting just⁠‌​ for this day!”‍

Far‍⁠‍ from calming down,​⁠ the shouts only​‌‌ intensified.

The⁠‌​ cadets resisted the​‌ instructors’ attempts as‌⁠⁠ if they were‍‌ civilians in a revolt.

The⁠ instructors were drenched⁠⁠ in sweat, shouting​‍ desperately.

Amusingly,⁠⁠‌ even some of‍ them, amidst the‌⁠ crowd, gazed at‍ Kang Geom-Ma with​‍ adoration.

Like‌ teenage fans, they​​ clasped their hands​‍​ over their chests.⁠

Utter⁠​​ chaos.

The​‍‌ Sword Master, Siegfried‍ von Nibelung, let‌⁠ out a dry‌ laugh.

“The‌​ reputation of the⁠​⁠ Heavenly Sword keeps​ rising.”

“Of‍​‍ course, old man.”⁠⁠​

The​‌ woman beside him‍ covered her mouth‌⁠‍ and chuckled.

“Do‍ you think our⁠‍‌ Geom-Ma is a nobody like you,​​ Sieg? He’s not‌⁠‌ in the same‌ league as us.⁠ The only valid‌⁠‍ comparison would be‍⁠​ with Balor Joaquin,⁠‌ the founding hero.⁠⁠⁠ At least someone‍⁠​ like that.”

That‍‌‍ sensuous beauty was‌ Media Poison, former‍​‍ director of the‍⁠ academy and Sage​‌⁠ of the Seven​‍ Stars.

Currently,⁠​‌ she worked as‍ an advisor and‍ only appeared at‌ significant events like​ this.

“Don…​ nobody…?”

The‍ Sword Master was‍‍ speechless. The phrase​‌‌ hit him so‍ freshly that his​ mind went blank,‌⁠ just like his⁠ hair.

“It⁠‌‌ hurt, didn’t it?”⁠

Media‌‍‍ twirled a lock⁠‍ of her hair.⁠

“It‌ didn’t hurt at‌​ all, damn it!”‌⁠‌ he growled.

“Ha⁠​⁠ ha ha! This‌‍ time, I have​⁠ to agree with‍ Media. Compared to​‌‍ the Heavenly Sword,​‌ all of us​‍​ are ordinary people.‍⁠⁠ No doubt.”

The‍‌ voice belonged to​ a man with⁠‌⁠ a lion-like appearance,‌‌‌ Changseong Richard.

The‌​ Sword Master glared​ at him and‌⁠‍ replied sharply.

“A⁠​​ man shouldn’t lose‌⁠⁠ his competitive spirit‌‍⁠ so easily. Changseong,​⁠ you’re aging.”

“It’s​ not that I’ve‍‍ lost that spirit.⁠ I just accept‌‍ reality calmly. Isn’t‌⁠ that the pleasure‌‍‌ of aging?”

He‌ shrugged as he⁠‌‍ spoke. Though close‌​⁠ to eighty, he⁠ looked like a man in his​ prime.

Unlike.​⁠

“…Please,⁠‍‍ contain them. The⁠​ nobles are starting​‌​ to watch.”

Right‌​ beside him, Vice​ President Sung was​‍​ sweating nervously, and⁠​⁠ he looked much‍​‍ more aged.

Since‍​​ he assumed the‍⁠ presidency of the​ Hero Association…

“So⁠ what if those​⁠ pigs are watching​‍ us?”

“Well‍ said, Nibelung. I admit I can’t​‍ compete with the⁠ Heavenly Sword, but‍ I could turn⁠‌ those nobles into‌‍‌ minced meat, by‌‍ the ton.”

“Sure,‍‍‌ no doubt.”

…Sung‍‍ accumulated more wrinkles‍ with each passing‍ day. He sighed⁠ inwardly.

‘Here​‌​ are gathered those⁠‍⁠ who dominate the​​‍ world, and yet,⁠ I feel like‍‍ I’m in a kindergarten.’

After​⁠ all, as humans⁠‍⁠ age, they become​‌ somewhat childish.

Not‍​ that they paint‌‌‍ walls with crayons,‍ but their stubbornness,‌‍ hardened by experience,⁠ becomes more rigid‍⁠ each day.

‘These‌ guys.’

There‌‌​ wasn’t a single‍ human in the⁠ world who didn’t​‌ owe them gratitude.​​

Anyone‌ who thought otherwise​ didn’t deserve to‌ be called human.‌

He​ respected them.

Yes,‌⁠ he “respected” them.‌

But‍​ that didn’t change‌ the fact that​​ they made him​​​ suffer.

Even⁠​‍ though he was⁠‌ the president of⁠‍ the Hero Association,​ his fate was‌ to be dragged​ from one side‌‍ to another among​‍⁠ these three living‍⁠‌ legends.

While⁠ the titans argued,‌ the atmosphere in‌⁠⁠ the venue began​‌ to calm down.‌‌‍

The‌​ reason was that‌​ Kang Geom-Ma had‌‌‍ finished greeting and⁠‍‍ returned to his‍ seat.

[May‍‍ the Hero’s Blessing​⁠ be with you]⁠‍

The‍​ final event of‌‍‌ the entrance ceremony,​​⁠ the class assignment⁠⁠ exam, had just‌ begun.

One​‌ by one, the​​ cadets were absorbed‍‍⁠ into the subspace.​‍⁠

Only‍‍ then did the⁠‌ instructors collapse exhausted‍ into their seats.‍‍

“By‍​ the way.”

Sung‌ cautiously spoke up.⁠​‍

Someone‍ had to maintain⁠ decorum among these‌ living legends.

“This⁠​ year’s exam is​ also a battle​‍ royale, like ten‍‌​ years ago, right?‍‍⁠ They say that‍ when the format⁠​ is like that,⁠‌⁠ someone outstanding always⁠⁠‌ emerges. What do​‍‌ you three think‍ about this generation?”‌

“Who‍‌‌ knows.”

Media‌‍ responded indifferently.

“It’s​‍​ not that I want to belittle​​ them, but I doubt they’ll surpass‌​ what happened ten⁠ years ago. It⁠​ was too impactful.”⁠

“That’s‌ true.”

“She’s‍⁠‍ right.”

…Wow.⁠​⁠

These⁠‌‍ three, who never​⁠‌ agree, just did?‌‌⁠

“The‌⁠ problem isn’t who‌‌ comes first. There’s‍⁠ always a first⁠ every year. What’s⁠ important is who⁠⁠‍ is the GOAT.”‌​⁠

“And‍‌ for you, Madam‌‌⁠ Sage, who is‌⁠ it?”

“Are⁠ you really going‍ to ask that?”​‍​

Media‍ looked up at​​‍ the sky.

Among‌‍‌ the clouds, a ray of light⁠‌ descended forcefully.

The‌⁠‍ clouds seemed to‍⁠ have been cut‌‍ with a ruler.‌‌

“He‌ just passed through​​ here, didn’t he?”‌

Indeed.‌‌

Even‌⁠‍ Sung ended up‌ nodding along with​ Siegfried and Changseong.⁠⁠⁠

In⁠ the office of​⁠ the director of​⁠ Joaquin Academy.

An⁠⁠ impromptu alumni meeting​​ was taking place.​

Ryozo,⁠​ Speedweapon, Rachel, and‍ Chloe were present.​

By‍⁠ coincidence, almost all‍ belonged to the​ Heavenly Class.

Only⁠‌‌ two were missing⁠‍‍ to complete the‌ circle.

The​​⁠ absentees, Abel von⁠ Nibelung, granddaughter of‌ the Sword Master…‌ that is, one‌ of my two⁠‍​ wives…

In‌⁠‌ fact, saying it​⁠ with my own​⁠ mouth is quite‌ embarrassing.

It⁠‍ makes sense because,‌ coming from Earth,​ having two wives‌⁠ still seems quite‌‌ strange to me.⁠‍⁠

Moreover,‍‍‌ Abel is the‍‌‍ most beautiful woman​ in the world‍‍‍ of “Miracle Blessing​⁠​ M.” Just having‌ her as a wife, the looks⁠‍ full of jealousy​ already pierce me‌ like needles.

And⁠​ to top it​ off, Ryozo, the‍ current director of​⁠‍ the academy and‌ another beauty not‍⁠⁠ far behind, is​ also my wife.‌

Although⁠‌‍ there’s no ethical​‌⁠ problem, I do‍⁠‌ feel a certain‍​ moral guilt.

However,‍ I swear to⁠⁠⁠ the heavens that‍ this love triangle‍ wasn’t by my‌‍ will.

Ryozo​‍ and Abel reached‍​ an agreement between⁠‍ them and then‍ confessed it to​‍ me (although it⁠‌ was more like​‍ a notification).

From‍‌ the looks they‍ gave me, it⁠‌ didn’t seem like⁠⁠ I had another‌‍ option.

‘Abel‍ said she wouldn’t​ attend because she’d‌⁠ be attending to​⁠‍ the legends of​⁠​ the old era.’​‌

The‌‌​ Sword Master, Changseong,‌ the Sage Media,‍ Sung, and others.‍‍

As‍ a descendant of‌ the Nibelung lineage,⁠‌ Abel had great‍‍ influence in the​‌ aristocracy.

She​⁠​ was the ideal​‍​ figure as a bridge between the⁠⁠⁠ old and new​‌ generations.

I know I sound‌‍ like a lovestruck⁠‍​ fool, but what‍​ can I do?​​‌

It’s​‍ the truth.

‘And‍​⁠ to think that​‌ our first impression⁠⁠‌ wasn’t exactly good.’​‌

Life‌​⁠ is truly unpredictable.​‌

Who‌⁠ would have imagined​‍ we’d end up‍‌⁠ like this?

‘Although,​ well, that doesn’t⁠​‍ apply only to‍‌‌ Abel.’

While‍‍ reminiscing all this⁠ with some nostalgia,‍​⁠ Speedweapon took the⁠‌‌ opportunity to speak‌‍ and, incidentally, spout‌‍‌ his nonsense.

“Wow,​​ President. A while‌⁠​ ago, you were​⁠ amazing. From the​‍ timing to the‌ entrance, it was​‍⁠ all calculated, right?”‌‌‍

I was about to⁠​ respond while taking‍​‌ off my coat,‍‌​ but someone beat‌⁠ me to it,​​⁠ taking both my⁠⁠ gesture and my‌ line.

“How​⁠​ old are you,‌ and you still​‍ call him President?”‍

It‌​‌ was Saki Ryozo.‍

“It’s⁠‍ a way to⁠ show affection. Why‌ are you so‌ bitter lately? You’ve‍ been like this‌ since you became​ director.”

“If​⁠ the Hero Association⁠ worked harder, my‍​ character would also​ soften.”

Ryozo⁠‍ responded while carefully​ hanging my white‍ coat on the​⁠ coat rack.

“We’re​​​ doing our best,​⁠ you know?”

“The‍ ‘best’ only counts⁠​ if you get​​ the best results.”⁠​

Faced‍‍ with Ryozo’s sharp⁠‍⁠ response, Speedweapon was‌⁠‍ speechless.

“…That’s⁠‍ what I would⁠​‍ have said before,‌⁠⁠ but I know​ the Association is⁠‌‌ working tirelessly. I’ll‍ just give you‍‍ one more piece​⁠‍ of advice reduce‍‌‌ the amount of‍ personnel you assign‍​ to the Academy.‍ Redistribute them on⁠ the border between⁠​⁠ the demon and​​​ human worlds, in‍ Hawaii. That way,‍‍ we’ll all have⁠ less work. Try‍ telling President Sung.”‍‌‍

“R-Ryo…!”‍

Speedweapon’s​‍​ eyes welled up​​‌ with emotion.

Ryozo⁠‌ frowned and looked​ away.

“……”‌‌

“……”‍

She⁠‌ looked at me‌⁠ intently.

Her​ face showed no‌‍‌ expression, but I could tell it⁠‌ held many feelings.‌‌

Ryozo⁠​‌ gently bit her⁠ lower lip.

‘I‌‌ missed you.’

Lately,⁠​⁠ I had been‍‌ away from both‌​ Ryozo and Abel.​‌

Even‌⁠ though we live‍ in a relatively‍ peaceful era, unsettling‌ reports from the‌ demon world, Gehenna,‌‌ keep coming in.‍‌‌

That’s‍⁠‍ why I have⁠‍‍ to travel there​‌‍ frequently.

Even⁠⁠ the demons, upon⁠​ seeing me appear,‍ prefer to try​⁠‌ and talk.

‘I’m⁠⁠⁠ definitely not a good husband.’

As⁠ a self-critical expression‍‍ surfaced on my⁠ face, Ryozo gently‌‍ raised her hand.​​

She‌⁠‍ glanced around. There⁠‌‍ were too many⁠‍ eyes watching for⁠ a public display‍‌ of affection.

Tap-tap.​‍

Instead‍‌​ of touching my⁠‌ cheek, Ryozo brushed‍‌ off the embroidery​‌‌ reading “Heavenly Sword”‍⁠⁠ on my coat.⁠‍

As⁠‌​ if trying to⁠ lighten the burden‍​⁠ on my shoulders.‌‌

With‍​‍ only a movement​ of my lips,⁠‍‍ I said,

‘Thank‍ you, Ryozo.’

And​‍⁠ she smiled brilliantly‍ at me.

Leaving‌⁠​ me with that‍ smile, she sat​‍ at the center‍​ of the U-shaped‍‍ sofa.

She⁠‌ crossed her legs‌​⁠ and rested her‌ fist on her‍‍​ cheek.

Every​‍ one of her‍‍‌ gestures radiated the‍ authority of the‍ academy’s director.

“The‍ reunion is nice​​ and all…”

With​ the blue light​⁠‌ coming through the⁠ window above her‍ head, Ryozo, current‌​ director of Joaquin‌​ Academy, broke the‌‌ silence.

“…But‌ let’s talk business.⁠ This office isn’t‍⁠ for personal chats.”​‍​

The‌⁠‍ atmosphere grew heavier.⁠⁠ Everyone, including me,‌‍ nodded.

We​ sat down slowly‌‍ into the sofa‌‍​ cushions.

“How’s‍⁠ that initiative the​​ Association is pushing‌​ going?”

“You⁠​ mean the diplomatic⁠‍‌ treaty between Gehenna​ and the human‌ world? It’s going‌​​ well. Thanks to​​ the academy’s active‌‌​ cooperation.”

Though‍⁠ her tone had‍​ an air of⁠ authority, Speedweapon didn’t​ seem uncomfortable.

‘We’re‌ not teenagers anymore.’‌​‍

The⁠‍ hierarchy was clear,⁠‌ and we had​‍​ the age and‌‌‌ positions to accept⁠‌ it.

It‍ was part of‍ growing up.

And‍‍​ among us, the​ one with the⁠ highest rank was‌ Ryozo.

She​ successfully rebuilt the​‍⁠ destroyed Joaquin Academy.⁠‌

Not‌​ only that, she‍‌ also held the⁠‌⁠ position of Vice‌⁠ Prime Minister in⁠⁠ Japan.

A noble among nobles.‌

‘That​‍‌ a woman like‍⁠​ her is my‌​‍ wife… Sometimes I still pinch myself‌⁠ to see if‌​ I’m dreaming.’

I’m‍​‍ proud of her.‌‌

And​ even if she‍ rests her cheek‍‍⁠ on her fist⁠‌ and barely moves⁠​ her head, no⁠ one sees it​​‌ as arrogance.

“That’s⁠ a relief. There​⁠⁠ are too many‌‌ rumors swirling around⁠ Gehenna lately. If⁠ a strong foundation‍ is laid at⁠ the base level,‌ that alone brings​​ great relief.”

Ryozo​‌ turned her gaze​​ to Rachel.

“Hmm?”‍

Rachel,‌⁠⁠ chewing on some​‌ cookies, hastily swallowed‍ them.

Everyone‌ but me gave‌ her cold stares.‌​​

In‌⁠​ my case, well.‌ The first thing​⁠ she said to⁠ me when we​‍ met was “Wanna‍⁠‌ die?”

Since​‍⁠ then, my expectations​ for her have⁠‍ always been low.⁠‌⁠ For about ten‍⁠ years, to be‌‍ exact.

Thump‍‌ Thump.

She⁠⁠‍ pounded her chest⁠‌ hard, making the‍‍ portrait on the‍ wall tremble.

And⁠​ with a choked⁠‍‍ voice, she said,​

“Lancelot‍‌ Company is also‍​‍ cooperating fully with​‌‍ the Association. Lately,​ thanks to ‘someone’,‌‌‌ a policy was⁠​‍ enforced requiring heroes⁠ to do community​‍ service.”

That‍ ‘someone’ Rachel mentioned‌ was me.

Since‌​​ I’ve been running​​⁠ between the human‍⁠ world and Gehenna,⁠‍‌ the heroes in‌ the U.S. started​⁠‌ getting wary.

Heroes⁠⁠ who rake in‌ hundreds of millions​ and show up‌‌ late, several beats‌​ behind, while I,​ Kang Geom-Ma, arrive‌‌ the moment something‌​​ breaks out—and for​‍ free.

‘Though⁠ I do receive‌ certain special benefits.’⁠‍⁠ Anyway…

With‌ all that, it‌⁠‌ was no surprise‌ the public image​​‍ of heroes had⁠ tanked.

So‍ the hero companies,‍⁠‍ starting with Lancelot,‌‍ entered a reform⁠‍‍ stage.

Those⁠‍ who once only‌‌‌ talked about money‌‌⁠ now send heroes​⁠⁠ to Gehenna’s gates⁠​‌ like it’s nothing.⁠⁠​

Those‌⁠ gates are located​‍⁠ in Hawaii. Which‌‌⁠ means, since it’s‍‌ U.S. territory, the‌ process isn’t too‌⁠‍ complicated.

“To⁠ be honest, in⁠ the Second Great‍ Human-Demon War, heroes‍⁠‍ did almost nothing,​ right? Except senior‍ All Mute. That’s‍⁠‍ why we’re on⁠​ edge internally. If⁠‍ things keep up⁠‌ like this, hero‍ companies themselves might​ be at risk.”‌

“Then​​ do your best.⁠​⁠ In return, I’ll‍​‌ bring forward the‍ timeline when companies⁠ can approach academy‌‍‌ graduates.”

“Yes!”​‍

Rachel​​‍ raised her fist​⁠ enthusiastically.

“So​‌ this is what‌⁠⁠ good friends are​⁠‍ like. Thanks to​ you, I won’t​​‌ look so bad​ when I go‌ back to the‍ company. Thanks, Ryozo!”⁠‍

“Don’t​​ say things that⁠‌​ could be misunderstood.‍‍‌ I’m not doing‍‍‌ it because we’re‌ friends, but because⁠‌ if one gives,​ one should also‍​ receive.”

“Tch,‌‍​ so cold.”

“Rachel,​‍ should I take​⁠ that as a complaint directed at⁠ me?”

“Never,⁠‌​ Director! Loyalty, loyalty!”⁠‌

Rachel‍​​ gave a mock⁠ salute with her‌ hand at her⁠‌ brow.

“You’re​ fulfilling your role‌ as comic relief​‌ perfectly.”

Ryozo⁠‌​ shook her head‍‍⁠ as she touched⁠ her forehead, seemingly‍ exasperated.

“Let’s‍​​ move to the‌ next topic.”

From‍​‍ there, they discussed​‌ various matters.

Chloe,‌​ who had been‌‍ mentally absent until‌‍ then, also began‌‌‌ participating actively.

She‌ was the one‌‍‌ who formed Joaquin⁠ Academy’s donation fund.⁠​

Watching‌ her talk nonchalantly‍ about astronomical sums⁠‍⁠ of money filled‍​‌ me with quiet​⁠‌ dread.

‘I‍‍‌ really don’t have‌ much to do‍​​ here.’

Other‍‌ than being one⁠‍⁠ of the Seven​‌‌ Stars, I hold‌‍‍ no other position—just⁠ taking up space.‍‌⁠

With‍ a somewhat content​‍ smile, I thought.​

‘These⁠​‍ kids I once​ knew… are now​ discussing international politics.’​‌​

I’m​ a worn-out adult⁠ now.

But​ they’re still growing,‌‍ facing reality head-on.‌

As⁠⁠ someone a few‍⁠ years older and​‌‍ merely a spectator,‍⁠‍ I can’t help‌‍‍ but feel nostalgic.‌

— You’re the typical​‌ mentally worn-out old​‌ man.

A voice echoed within‍‌⁠ me in multiple⁠‍ layers.

— You and those⁠​‌ kids are still​‌ babies to me.‍‌ Learn some humility,​⁠ Kang Geom-Ma.

‘The​ Corps Commander giving‌ sermons? What a sight.’

First​​ Corps Commander, Demon‌‍ Sword Lycan.

He⁠ resides within me​​​ as a spirit.⁠​‍

— I, Corps Commander,‍ am disappointed in​ you.

‘That⁠ sarcasm of yours‌​ is next-level.’

In⁠​ the battle where‌​​ I wiped out​⁠⁠ those damned foreign​ gods, Lycan met‌ the conditions to‍⁠ gain a physical​‍‌ form.

But‌‍​ he chose to⁠⁠ remain within me,⁠​‌ formless.

He‌⁠ says he has‌‍ no attachments to​‌ the world and‍‍‍ finds living with‍​‌ me amusing.

I also set one‍‍‌ condition for our‌ cohabitation.

“Respect​​⁠ my privacy.”

— I’ll sleep during​ the day. And‍ at night I’ll‍‌ become an animal⁠‌ and roam. Is⁠⁠‌ that okay?

“Why​‍ at night?”

— You’ve got a family life too,⁠⁠‌ right?

“Ah…”​​

Just‍​‍ like he said,⁠ every night Lycan​‍ transforms into a squirrel and takes‍ over the academy’s⁠ bushes.

The‌‌ same First Corps‍ Commander who once‌​ made humanity tremble…‍ Demon Sword Lycan,‌‍‍ now…

— I discovered a special oak tree‍‍ in the east​ pavilion yesterday. Its‍‌​ acorns are exquisite.​​​ I have to​‍⁠ go again tonight.⁠‍

Has‍ turned into Thunder‍‍‍ Squirrel.

Truly,​ life is unpredictable.​‌‍

‘I’m​‌ glad you seem⁠​ happy, Lycan.’

— What’s with the‌⁠ sudden sentimentality?

‘Just‍ don’t say that‌‍⁠ to someone who​‌ gets giddy over‍ acorns.’

— …

He‍ in his way,‍‍ I in mine,‌ we kept chatting…‍⁠

And⁠‌‍ the afternoon flew‌​‍ by.

The‍‌ cold March wind​‍⁠ began gently tapping​‌‍ on the window⁠⁠⁠ as if asking‌ to come in.‍

As​‌ twilight fell on⁠⁠​ everyone, Ryozo, as⁠‍‍ the host of‌‌​ the meeting, gave⁠ the order to‍‌​ disperse.

“It’s⁠⁠ dinner time. Let’s‌ continue the rest⁠⁠ tomorrow. For today,​ this meeting is⁠ adjourned.”

One‌⁠ by one, everyone‌‍‌ began to get​‍ up.

I was about to⁠‌ stand as well.​⁠

“Ahem.‌‍‍ Ahem.”

Ryozo​​‌ cleared her throat⁠⁠ intentionally, clearly for‌‌ me to hear.‌⁠‌

She⁠‍‍ covered her mouth​‍ with her fist.‍⁠

“U-Um…‍ Kang Geom… I mean, Heavenly Sword,‍ could you stay‍ a moment?”

Speedweapon‌ tried to butt​⁠‍ in immediately.

“We‍ said we’d go​⁠‌ grab drinks tog—”​

“Nyahaha!”⁠

Rachel⁠​⁠ gave a forced​​ laugh and shoved​​‌ Speedweapon from behind.⁠‌

With‍​ brute force, she‌‍ made him stumble⁠‍ helplessly.

“Hey,‍ hey, what’s your‌ problem?!”

Speedweapon⁠⁠‌ instinctively tried to​⁠ resist, but Rachel‌​ glared at him‍⁠⁠ with bulging veins.​

“Read​⁠ the room, idiot.”‌‍

“……”‍⁠​

“Talk‌⁠ as much as⁠​​ you want, you‍ two!”

Rachel‌​ dragged him away‌ like a pile⁠ of dirty laundry.​​

Chloe,​ sensing the situation,​​ quietly followed after.​​

In‌⁠⁠ the end, I was left alone‍‌ in the director’s​ office.

Feeling⁠⁠⁠ a bit awkward,‍ I sat back⁠⁠ down.

Ryozo‍ approached with hesitant‌​⁠ steps and sat‍ beside me.

She​​‍ nervously fidgeted with​ her fingers.

The‌‌ imposing director from‍ earlier was gone.⁠‌ She slightly moved⁠‍ her lips, then​‌⁠ finally threw herself​ into my arms.​

She⁠‌ rubbed her face‍‌ against my chest.‌​‌

“Didn’t‍‌⁠ you say the‍​⁠ director’s office isn’t⁠‍​ for personal chats?”⁠⁠‍

“…I…”‌

I said something dumb,‌⁠ unable to react⁠ properly.

Ryozo‌‍ slightly raised her‍ forehead.

“And​⁠ who do you​ think the director‌ is?”

Ah,​‍​ right.

Suddenly,‍ I saw the⁠ calendar.

March⁠‍ 9th.

As‌‌⁠ soon as the⁠​ date appeared in‌ my vision, Ryozo​⁠​ beat me to‍ it and leaned⁠ toward me.

So‌‍⁠ close I could‌ almost feel her​⁠‍ breath.

“Today’s‍ an odd number.”‌​​

Ryozo⁠​ smiled.

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