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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 304: Matters Only Adults Understand

Chapter 304: Matters Only Adults Understand

In⁠‌ the director’s office,​‌ three soft knocks‌⁠⁠ echoed at the​​‍ door. Ryozo set‍​ her pen back‍ into the inkwell.⁠‍

“Come​ in.”

The‍‌ door opened, and​‍​ a tall, elegant⁠‌ woman entered with⁠‍ a model-like presence.⁠

“Hot⁠ or iced coffee,‍​ Director?”

Choi⁠ Seol-Ah held an⁠‌‍ Americano in each‍‍‌ hand.

Once‌ a villain, she⁠ had been reborn⁠ through Kang Geom-Ma’s‌⁠ “rehabilitation classes” into⁠‍⁠ a completely new⁠ person.

Time​‌⁠ had flowed on,‍ and eventually, Choi‌​​ Seol-Ah became the‌‌ director’s personal secretary.⁠‌​

“Iced‍‍ today. It’s a bit warm.”

“That’s​​‍ unusual. You always‌ go for hot.​⁠​ And warm? In‌‍ March? That’s prime⁠‍ weather for catching⁠‌‌ a cold.”

With‌ that, Seol-Ah handed​ her the iced‍⁠ drink. The ice⁠​​ cubes clinked inside‌⁠​ the cup.

“I​⁠⁠ have a bit⁠‍ of a fever.”‍‍

“A⁠ fever? Don’t tell‍⁠ me you’re getting‍ sick?”

“No…‍ it’s not that.”​‍​

Ryozo‍ hesitated, then averted​⁠‍ her gaze. A fierce wolf by⁠​‍ night, but by‌⁠⁠ day, she was​⁠ a kitten.

“Maybe​​​ from overwork. Don’t​ push yourself too⁠ hard.”

“You’re⁠ always consistent, Seol-Ah.‌⁠​ Even when your‌‍ boss doesn’t leave,‍ you always go⁠ home on time.”⁠‍

“That’s​⁠ what the academy’s​‌⁠ labor laws say,​ right?”

Choi⁠ Seol-Ah shrugged with​​ a mischievous smile.‌‌⁠

“A​‍ woman who loves‌​⁠ money that much‌‌ talking about labor​⁠ laws…”

Ryozo​​​ glared at her​⁠‍ and took a long sip of⁠‌‌ her coffee. Like⁠⁠​ a tonic for​ the stomach, it‍ felt like it‍⁠‍ was purifying her‍‌‌ body.

“Hmm.”‌‍​

Choi​⁠ Seol-Ah narrowed her⁠​​ eyes. Ryozo wiped‌​‍ her lips with‍ the back of‌‍‌ her hand and​⁠‍ frowned slightly.

“What⁠‌‌ are you staring‌ at?”

“Nothing,​‌ really.”

Choi‌​ Seol-Ah looked at‍⁠⁠ her with a mix of confusion‌​ and curiosity.

“You​⁠ look really good.⁠​​ How should I put it? Your​‌‍ face is glowing,‌​ like you took‍ some kind of⁠ tonic last night.​ Did you have⁠​ something?”

Ryozo’s⁠‌​ hand trembled slightly‌‍ as she held⁠‌‌ her cup.

“You​​⁠ did take something!‌⁠‍ Tell me what⁠‌‍ it was! As​ your secretary, I have to know⁠​‍ everything about your⁠‍‍ diet!”

“……”‍

Ryozo‌‍ said nothing. Ignoring​‍ Choi Seol-Ah’s persistence,​⁠‌ she kept working‍ while sipping her​‌ coffee.

But…‍‌​

“Tonic…”‍⁠

For​ some reason…

‘I​ want to have⁠‍​ it again tomorrow.’‌

Her‍‍ cheeks curved with⁠‌ tenderness. The pen‌⁠ glided smoothly, as​ if tickling the‌ paper with its⁠‌ tip.

***​​

‘This‍ is fine…’

I was sitting at‍⁠​ a straight café⁠‍​ table. Outside, contrails​‍‌ from airplanes floated​‌ across the sky.‌ My arms were‌ crossed and my‍​ chin rested on‌ them as I stared out the​‍ window.

Joaquin​ Academy was located‍​‌ in Wonju, Gangwon-do—a⁠​ place renowned for‍⁠ its pure air‍‌⁠ and crystal-clear waters.‌ Just sitting on‌ a bench and​ breathing was enough​⁠​ to feel cleansed.‍‍⁠

Looking‌ up at the⁠​‍ sky had a similar effect.

Watching⁠‌ the clouds soaked‌ in spring made⁠‌⁠ it feel like​‍​ my eyesight was⁠​‌ improving. Even the​ fatigue in my‌‍ eyes seemed to‍ fade.

In‍⁠​ contrast, my body​ felt as heavy​ as if it​‌‌ weighed a thousand‌ tons. I buried​‌‌ my face deeper​​ in my arms.‍

I was exhausted.

Every⁠⁠⁠ part of my⁠ body screamed in​⁠ pain.

‘I‍ feel like my‌‍​ life is shortening​ in real-time.’ At⁠‌ this rate, I’d⁠‍ die young.

“Haa.”‌

I’d⁠‌‍ spent the whole‍​‍ day with Director​​‌ Ryozo doing all‍ sorts of things.​

And​ then again, when⁠‍‍ I opened my⁠‌ eyes. The accumulated‍⁠⁠ damage to my⁠​ stamina was beyond‌ measure.

What’s‍⁠​ the point of​‍ being the Heavenly‍‌ Sword?

‘I’m‌​‌ a failure.’

The‍ type who can⁠‍ only bottle everything‌⁠‍ up inside.

I can’t even handle⁠ my wife, who⁠ lives on coffee⁠⁠ and sighs.

No​⁠‌ one would understand.‍‌ It’s such a personal issue, I couldn’t tell anyone.‌‌‍

And‌‌ even if I did, they’d call‍‍ me insane. “How​​‌ can you complain‍ when you’ve got​ the two most⁠‌⁠ beautiful women in⁠​⁠ the world as‍ your wives?”

Even⁠​ my fans from‍ the Celestial God​ Cult would turn‍‍‍ against me if​​‍ they knew. Men‍‍ would definitely become⁠​‌ my haters.

“President.”​​

Someone⁠⁠​ still calling me⁠‍⁠ that spoke from⁠‍ the side.

It​‍ was Speedweapon.

I’d‍ asked him many⁠​‍ times why he‍⁠ kept calling me‍‍‌ “President.” I thought⁠⁠‌ maybe he hadn’t⁠ matured.

But‌⁠​ he always just⁠‍‍ said it was​‌​ a habit.

Anyway,‍ Speedweapon was strangely‍⁠‌ consistent with things⁠​ like that. That’s​​‌ why he fit‍ so well in⁠⁠​ the Hero Association.⁠

He‍‍ was highly valued​‌ in the organization.‌⁠ Always dependable—the ideal‌ civil servant.

Plus,‌‍ it seemed his​ distant relative, Changseong‍‌ Richard of Mura,‌‍ thought highly of​‌‍ him. He could⁠​⁠ only keep rising.​⁠

That‍‍​ guy, in the‌‌‌ end, also used‍ his lineage.

In‌‌⁠ “Miracle Blessing M,”​‍‌ the system revolved​⁠ around bloodlines. It⁠ was hard to‌⁠​ root it out.​

‘That’s​ just how this​‍‌ world is.’

After‌​ ten years here,⁠​‍ I had that​​ seasoned veteran air​‌⁠ about me.

“What‍ is it, Speedweapon?”‍

I replied without lifting‍ my head.

“Well…‌⁠‌ it’s just.”

He​​‌ looked at me​‍ closely and frowned​​​ with sympathy.

“Jumping⁠ between the Human‍ Realm and Gehenna‍‍ is killing you.⁠​‌ Your eye bags​‍‌ go down to⁠‍​ your chin.”

I sipped my espresso‍⁠ in silence.

It⁠⁠ tasted sweet.

Probably‍ because my mouth⁠‍‍ was already full⁠⁠ of bitterness.

‘You‌ know, Speedweapon? It’s​‌​ not the dimension‍‍‌ travel that’s wearing​‌⁠ me out.’

Joaquin‍ Academy has a spatial jump system.⁠‍‌ You can get‍​ to Hawaii instantly.​

And​​‌ I wield lightning⁠ magic. I can⁠‍ move at the⁠​​ speed of light.⁠

That⁠ was originally the​‍ power of the‍‍ First Corps Commander,‍‍​ Lycan. He’s my‍ alter ego.

— Use it however​ you want.

“You‍ sure you’re giving⁠ me all your‌‍ power?”

— If needed, I’ll​‌‍ enter your body‌‍ and use it​ myself.

“What‌​ is my body,‍ a restaurant? You​ come and go⁠‌​ whenever you want?”‍​⁠

— Technically, that body‌⁠ is mine.

“Fine,​‌​ thanks.”

He⁠⁠⁠ handed over all⁠‍‍ his powers. Now‌ he’s living the‍ high life.

A lunatic.

Anyway,‌ what I mean‍‍ is—

The⁠⁠ reason I’m so‍​⁠ tired isn’t the⁠‌⁠ travel.

“If​ you’re not okay,‍ tell me, President…⁠ I mean, Kang⁠​ Geom-Ma. I’ll talk‍ to the association‌ president. People say⁠‍​ they’re overworking you.”​​‌

“They⁠⁠ say that in⁠⁠ the association?”

“Where‌ don’t they talk​‍ about you? You’re⁠ the hero who​‌ saved the world.”⁠⁠​

“Speedweapon,‌⁠ you still say‍⁠ that cheesy stuff⁠ with a straight‍‌ face, huh?”

“So⁠⁠‍ what. No one​ else is listening.”​‌

He⁠⁠ glanced around the‌⁠ café. It was​ a VIP café‌​‍ created through renovations⁠ at the academy.⁠

But‍‌ we were the‌ only customers. The​ employee kept glancing‌⁠ our way.

‘She’s⁠‌​ going to crumple‌ that autograph page​​⁠ with how much⁠ she’s staring.’

And⁠‌⁠ it’s not that‌‍ the place was‌​⁠ unpopular—on the contrary,‍​‌ it was always‍ packed despite the⁠‌ ridiculous prices.

Especially​​ items with my‍ brand—featuring my sashimi‍​⁠ and Heavenly Sword‌‌ drawings—sold like hotcakes.‍

‘That⁠‍‍ was Speedweapon’s idea⁠⁠​ too…’

Speedweapon‌ is the president‌ of the Celestial⁠ God Cult. Having‍ your fan club‍‌​ president as your​ friend… he’s nuts​ too.

Anyway.​⁠‌

The⁠​‍ café had been‍‍​ emptied because my‍ wife Abel rented‍ it out with‍‍‍ her own money.⁠‍

Just​‍⁠ for me.

So‌ I could rest‌⁠⁠ peacefully before my‍‍‌ afternoon special class.‍

“Speedweapon,​​ don’t I seem‍‍​ like a kept​‍ man?”

“You’re‍‍​ not a kept‍‍‌ man. You’re the​‌​ pillar of an‍⁠​ era.”

“Please…”‍‍‌

I messed up my⁠​‌ hair in despair.⁠

“I⁠​​ told you not‍ to say things⁠‌‍ like that between‍⁠ friends.”

“I’m‌​⁠ only saying it​⁠‍ because your eye⁠‌ bags look like⁠ part of your‍⁠​ outfit. Seriously, you’re‌ a mess. You’re‍ going to teach​‌‍ in that state?”‌‍‌

“I‍‍‌ have to. If‍ I don’t show⁠‍‍ up, Ryozo and‍‍‍ Abel won’t be​‍⁠ able to assert⁠ their authority. Word‌ is the nobles⁠⁠‌ want to revive‌​ the Senate.”

Speedweapon‌​‌ grew indignant.

“Those‌​ idiots never learn?‌​⁠ After everything the⁠‌‍ Senate did to‌‍ you? Again with⁠ that? They’re insane.​‍ That’s how people⁠ get when they’re‍ comfortable—they start demanding‌ rights and nonsense.”​​⁠

“That’s⁠ why I have⁠​‍ to teach.”

I said as I rested my head‍‍‍ in my hands.‌ Just then, a plane crossed the‍​ sky, leaving a white trail.

“I’d​ rather hear nonsense⁠‌ than see thousands‍ die again.”

“……”⁠‌‍

Speedweapon‍ also looked up.⁠​

There⁠‌‌ was a time‍ when a clear​‍ day like this​⁠⁠ wasn’t normal.

Just‌‌​ ten years ago.‌‍‍

We‍‌‌ paused.

“I’ve⁠⁠‌ decided.”

Suddenly,‌​⁠ like it was‍⁠​ a national policy,⁠⁠ Speedweapon nodded by​​​ himself. Then, as‍‍‌ always, he explained⁠‍ everything.

“The⁠ association president is‍‍⁠ at the academy.⁠ I’ll talk to‍‌‍ him. They’re forming⁠‌‍ a team to​ explore Gehenna anyway.​ Better we take‍‌‍ initiative and gain⁠‍⁠ real experience.”

He‍ stood up abruptly.‍⁠⁠ Almost knocked the⁠‍​ chair over, but‍ I caught it.​‌‌

“You⁠‍ don’t need to⁠ go that far.”​‍

“Let‍​⁠ me do this.⁠‌⁠ If Saki and​ Abel are doing​ everything for you,‌‌⁠ how could I not do something‌⁠ too?”

“You’re⁠ not them.”

Speedweapon‍‌‍ gave a thumbs-up.‌‍

“I’ll⁠ go sort it​​‌ out now. I had a good​‍‌ quarter, you know?‍ If I ask,⁠​ the president will​ agree no problem.”​‍

“No,‌‍ wait…”

“President.”‍

Speedweapon‍ rubbed between his‍​‍ brows with his‍⁠⁠ index finger.

“That’s⁠​ what friends are‍‌‌ for. Take advantage​ of it—you got‍‌‌ into Joaquin Academy⁠‍ using connections anyway.”⁠

Is​‍‌ this idiot brainwashed?‍

He​​ had the most‍⁠ bureaucratic mindset possible.​

And‍ me—if I weren’t‍​​ bouncing between the‍ Demon Realm and⁠⁠ here—I’d probably be​‌ dead. My life​​ force drained dry.‍

“Ha,⁠‌‌ just stop, leave​ it.”

“No,‌‌‍ that’s not it.”‌‌⁠

I tried to push‍‌ him back into⁠‌ his seat, but…​⁠‌

“I’ll‌⁠​ just take the‌​ sentiment.”

“You​‍ don’t listen even​​ if someone shouts‌ at you.”

Was‌ he coated in​‌ oil or what?⁠‍ He slipped right​ past me.

This​‍ called for more​‌ drastic measures.

I quietly grabbed my‌ Daiso sashimi blade.​‍

[Activating⁠‌ Blessing of the⁠ Sword God—]

And‌ then, in an⁠​​ instant—

“What’s‌‍⁠ all this noise?”‌‍⁠

The​ rescuer appeared.

The​ two employees behind‍ the counter instantly‍‍ ducked like moles.‌

There​‍‌ she was. A woman whose golden‍ irises, cold as​​‍ if carved from⁠​‌ eternal snow, gleamed​ sharply.

“Ah,‌⁠ Abel.”

Speedweapon,‌⁠ who had just​⁠‍ been a wild⁠‌​ colt, instantly calmed‍‌‍ down.

He⁠‍‍ was scared of‍ Abel.

He‌ once told me⁠‍‍ that the deeper⁠⁠ he went into​⁠ bureaucracy, the more‍​ he felt Abel’s‍⁠ overwhelming noble presence.​‍‍

Descendant‍‍‍ of the Sword‌ Master. The Nibelung⁠ bloodline had only‌ grown more fearsome.‍‍‌

The⁠ Sword Master, the⁠‌ Sword Maiden, the​ Heavenly Sword.

Three​ people whose names‍​​ all began with‍⁠ “Sword.”

“I‌‌ told you to‌​ rest, and look—Speedweapon,⁠ why are you‌​ bothering someone who‌ did nothing wrong?”‌​

“N-no,‍ I wasn’t bothering‍‍‍ him!”

“I​ don’t want to‍‌⁠ hear excuses.”

With⁠‍​ a cold look,⁠​ she dismissed Speedweapon,⁠‌‌ then turned to‌​ me with a soft smile.

“It’s​⁠ almost time, isn’t‌ it?”

“Still‍ about an hour⁠‍ left.”

“Hmm…”‌​‍

Abel​ examined me closely,‍⁠ tilting her head⁠​ slightly while resting​‌‌ her cheek in‌ her palm.

“That​‍⁠ Seven Stars coat​​​ looks great, but​ it might be​ a bit intimidating‍‍‌ for the kids‍⁠ during class.”

“Yeah…​ maybe.”

It‌ really did look‍ like I was⁠‍‍ flaunting my Seven⁠‍ Stars title.

Abel‌ stepped closer and⁠ straightened my tie.⁠‌

Then⁠ suddenly, she sniffed.‌‌

“Now​‍ that I think‍‌ about it, you’re‍‌ wearing the same⁠‌ clothes as yesterday,‌⁠‍ aren’t you?”

“Well…​⁠‍ I had a drink with Speedweapon.”​‍

Before⁠​⁠ her stare completely⁠‌ locked onto me—‌⁠

– Speedweapon.

I used lightning magic.⁠‍​ I shot him‌ a plea at​ the speed of​‍ light.

– My life is​​ in your hands.​

A silent signal between​⁠⁠ men.

– Please save me.‌‌

The‌ transmission succeeded. Speedweapon⁠‌​ seemed to pick‍‌​ up on it,⁠‌ and with a hesitant expression, he‍‌ started speaking awkwardly.‍‍⁠

“Y-yeah!⁠‍ We were drinking​ all night. That’s⁠ why we’re having⁠‌ coffee now, to​‍​ cure the hangover.​​
Ha, ha, hahaha!”‌

Even‌‌ the laughter was⁠ well-executed.

If‌‍​ only his eyebrows​ hadn’t trembled so⁠‍‌ much.

Still,‌ thanks to Speedweapon’s⁠ quick thinking, I made it out⁠‌ unscathed. Abel turned⁠‌​ her probing eyes⁠​​ away and smiled‌‍‍ sweetly again.

“I‍‌‍ left some clothes‍ in the private​ dressing room. Go​ change. I’ll help​ you.”

“I‍ can change by⁠ mysel—”

“I’ll‍‌ help you.”

Dead‍ silence.

Hic!‌‌

The⁠‍‍ hiccup of a staff member hiding​ behind the counter⁠⁠​ shattered the stillness​​‍ of the world.‍‌‍

Grab!‍

Abel​ grabbed my wrist⁠​ and dragged me‌​ off. Straight into‍‌ a sealed, windowless‌‍ room.

Whip.​

I twisted my head​‍ in desperation. Speedweapon​‍‍ looked at me⁠ with sympathy.

He‍‍ slid his hand‍‍⁠ into his inner‌‍ pocket and pulled‍ out a recorder.‍

And‌ blew into it.‌​

The⁠ gentle tune spread‍ through the café.‌

Speedweapon​⁠⁠ was a rare⁠‍‌ type of healer‌⁠ hero. His melancholic‌ melody gave me‍ buffs and lifted​​ my spirits.

‘Yes…’‍‍

Play⁠⁠​ on, Speedweapon.

Piri-ri-ri-ri—​⁠​

The‍​⁠ exhaustion that clung​‌ to my entire​‍‌ body faded away.⁠‍

I felt my strength​​ returning.

But​ I won’t say​‌ what kind of‌​​ “strength” it was.‍​

Because‌‍​ adults… have their⁠‍ own business.

***‌

The​ classroom for the⁠ special lecture was​‍ the Tiger Class.‌‌⁠

Normally,⁠‍​ events of national‌ pride like this‌​ would be held‍ in the Star‍‌ Class, but they’d‍‌ chosen the Tiger​⁠ Class to encourage⁠ students who might‌ feel inferior compared‌‍‌ to those in⁠‌ the Dragon or​‍ Star Classes.

“Wow,⁠⁠ what kind of‌ person is he…”⁠​

A student murmured in‌​ awe, but her​⁠ voice was lost‍ in the commotion.‌​

‘Noisy’‍⁠ would be putting‍⁠ it politely. It⁠ was pure chaos.‍‌

A literal mob. In‌ the narrow space​​ between the crowded‍‍⁠ students, everyone was‍‍⁠ pushing and shoving,​‌‍ trying to get⁠‌ closer to the‌⁠ podium however they‌‌‌ could.

Even‌ just an inch‌ closer!

Their‌⁠⁠ struggle was desperate.‍‌ Like a scene​ out of a zombie movie.

Faced⁠ with the chaos,​‌ the girl pursed⁠‌​ her lips indifferently.​

‘What’s⁠‍ so great about​ the Heavenly Sword?’‍⁠

Stories⁠‌ always get exaggerated,​ don’t they? In‌‍ the end, the⁠ Heavenly Sword was⁠ just another person⁠‍ like her. A Homo sapiens with‍ two arms and‍⁠⁠ two legs.

Ambition​ was a virtue‌⁠ for heroes. Blind‍​ worship of someone‍‍⁠ was just another⁠‌ way of devaluing‍⁠‌ yourself.

Slide.​

The‌⁠‌ classroom door opened‌ to the left.​‍

As⁠⁠‌ if nothing had​ happened, silence swallowed‌ the room.

Everyone⁠‌‌ strained their eyes‌ so hard, they‍ looked like they‍‍​ might pop out‍‍ like frogs’.

Step.‌‌‌

One​​ step.

Step.⁠

Two‌ steps.

Step.⁠⁠

On‍​ the third step,‍ he stepped onto​ the podium.

He—the‌​ Heavenly Sword—wore a black coat embroidered‌‍⁠ with intricate detail.‍

Through⁠‍​ a small opening,‌‌‌ a faint glimpse​‍​ of his partially‍‍ drawn sashimi could​⁠‌ be seen.

“More​‌ of you showed‍ up than I expected.”

Everyone‍ watched him intently.​⁠ Their concentration was‌ so intense not‌ a single detail‍⁠‍ escaped them.

Gulp.‌​

The‌‌ girl moistened her‍ lips with her‌ tongue.

‘Don’t‍‌‌ be fooled, stay‍‍‌ strong. Whether he’s‌‌‌ one of the‌ Seven Stars or​⁠ the Heavenly Sword,‍​ he’s still a person like you.’​

She⁠ forced herself not‌​​ to fall under‍ his spell.

“Nice‍‌ to see you‍ all.”

But‍‌ just that greeting​‌‌ made the students’​‌ souls bow in⁠‌⁠ reverence.

“As‍ you know, I’ll‌ be taking charge​​ of you for⁠ the next few​‌ days.”

Her‍‍‌ pores opened.

“I’m​​ Kang Geom-Ma.”

Her​​⁠ heart pounded like⁠⁠ a war drum‌‍ against her ribs.‍⁠

“To‌⁠ start, I’ll take‍ questions.”

Silence.​

Stirring.‌

Action.⁠​‍

Clack!​

Everyone‍ raised their hand​ at the same‌ time. As if‍‍⁠ rehearsed, the movement​​‌ was perfectly synchronized.‌‌‌

“What‌⁠ is this…?”

The⁠‍ girl looked around,‌‍‍ dumbfounded.

Like⁠ a bamboo forest,⁠ hundreds of arms​ were raised thickly‍‍​ around her.

It‍‍‌ felt as though⁠‍ she alone had‌ been left out.‍‌⁠

She​‌ bit her lower‍ lip. Finally, she⁠​⁠ looked down.

She‍‌ felt humiliated.

Humiliated,​ but…

Rustle—‍

Even​ students who had​‌ tried to deny‌‌ it wanted to​‌​ stand out.

She,‍ too, had grown​⁠ up hearing the​ legends of Kang‌‌⁠ Geom-Ma.

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