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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 308: Kang Geom-Ma, the Star Instructor (1)

Chapter 308: Kang Geom-Ma, the Star Instructor (1)

Saki​​⁠ Ryozo and Princess‌‍‍ Victoria. From the⁠‍ beginning, the tension‍‌ between the two​‌ women was palpable.⁠⁠

Even⁠⁠‍ with the director‍‌​ seated, the student​‌‌ Victoria looked down⁠‌ on her with‌ disdain, creating an​ atmosphere thick with‌‍ hostility.

“Princess.”⁠⁠

It‍‌ was the director​⁠‌ who broke the‍‌ silence. A deep‍‍‌ sigh brushed against‌‍ the tip of​⁠ her pen.

“Showing‍ up unannounced in‌⁠​ the director’s office‍ is a violation‍ of the rules.”​

“Even​ if I had‌⁠ requested a formal⁠ audience, you wouldn’t​⁠ have granted it.‍ I believe you’re​ the one neglecting‌ your staff. I said I wanted‍‍‌ to come in​​ and they let‍‍ me through without⁠​⁠ question.”

“…”​‍​

Saki‍ glanced at the⁠ closed door. A moment later, the⁠⁠ hinge trembled slightly.‌‍ Choi Seol-Ah, who​ had been pressed⁠‍ against it, flinched.⁠‍

Her‍ paycheck would be⁠​‍ docked this month.​‍ Pretending to nod‍​‌ in resignation, Saki‌​⁠ turned her attention​‍ back to the‌‍ princess.

“In‌‍ any case, someone‌‌​ of your status‍ can’t be bound‌ by regulations. After⁠ all, you’re the⁠ princess of the‍‌ British Empire.”

A wrinkle formed between‌ the princess’s refined‌ brows.

“…Since​ the entrance ceremony,⁠ you’ve shown blatant‌ disregard for people,‍‌‌ Director. And you‌‍ don’t even hide‌‍‌ it. Don’t you​ think that shows‌​ a lack of⁠⁠⁠ social maturity?”

“Victoria,⁠​‍ student.”

Ryozo’s‌​‍ eyes widened slightly,‍⁠‌ issuing a warning.⁠​‍

“Don’t⁠⁠‍ cross the line.”⁠

At⁠⁠​ that moment, the​ window hinge creaked.​ Victoria’s proudly raised⁠‍‌ nose, as if​‌⁠ it might pierce⁠‍‍ the ceiling, lowered​⁠ slowly.

“Perhaps‌‌ I’m not ready‌‍ to be an​⁠‍ adult either,” Saki‌‌​ murmured, holding back​‌ her anger.

“Hik,‍‍⁠ hek!!”

Finally,‍​‍ Victoria exhaled the‌ breath she’d been⁠‌ holding and coughed​​​ heavily, clutching her​ chest.

Saki⁠‌ observed in silence,​⁠ and only once‍​ the coughing subsided,‍‍ she spoke again.‌

“You‍⁠ know perfectly well‌‍‌ that the measure‌ against Marquis Sard‌ wasn’t a personal​ punishment, Princess.”

“Krrrk…”​

Victoria⁠‍ ground her teeth,‍ glaring fiercely.

“I‌‍ understand your stance‍ completely, Your Highness.‌‍ But that was‍​‍ a legitimate sanction.‍ It was the‍‍ shadow clan Auditore⁠ themselves who intervened.”‌‍⁠

“Are⁠‍‌ you saying the​ Auditores are above​‌ the system?”

The‌‌ director replied coldly.⁠​

“Let⁠​ me turn the‌‍ question back to‌ you—are you above‍⁠​ academy regulations, Princess?”‍

“…”‌⁠⁠

“Then‌⁠ close the door‍ and leave.”

Saki⁠⁠ pointed her pen‌ toward the door.‌

Victoria​‌‌ opened her mouth,⁠⁠​ but finally clenched​‍‍ it shut and‌ turned abruptly, sending​ a gust of⁠‍ air through the‌‌ room.

“Princess.”‌​‌

Saki​ called just as‍​ Victoria grabbed the‍‍‍ doorknob.

“Even‍‍⁠ if I don’t‌ particularly like you,‍‍ there’s one obligation‌⁠ every student must‍ uphold.”

“…It’s‌ hardly appropriate for​⁠ someone who releases​​ spiritual energy at​⁠ a student to​‌‍ speak of obligations.”‍⁠‍

Victoria‌‌ slightly turned her⁠‌‌ head to retort.⁠‌

“If​‌⁠ that’s the effect‍‍​ my presence has,‍​‌ then…”

The‍​​ sharp gaze of⁠​⁠ an archer locked‌​ onto her profile.‍

“If​​ you meet Heavenly‌‍ Sword, you might​‍⁠ die.”

Victoria⁠‍​ swallowed hard. She‍ knew the current​ director didn’t joke.​

***‍

At⁠⁠⁠ the same time.​

Elsewhere‌ on the Joaquin‍ Academy campus, a national-level meeting was​‍ underway.

The⁠‌​ exact location was‌ a secluded path​‍‍ near the special‌‍ building.

More​​​ precisely, beneath bare‌‌ branches trembling in‍​‍ the March cold.‍

There,⁠‌ like a plague‍‌‍ of rats… no,⁠‍ rather, like tiny⁠ shadows the size‍ of acorns, several‌​⁠ figures gathered.

They‌‌ formed a perfectly⁠⁠ orderly line. At​⁠ the center, a squirrel proclaimed the‌‌ meeting open.

“(Did​ everyone sleep well‌⁠‍ during hibernation?)”

Though​‌ it was actually⁠ a rodent’s squeak,​‍ we’ll translate it⁠⁠‍ into human language‌⁠ for convenience.

“(Yes,‍ sir. Did you​⁠ have a peaceful⁠​‍ night as well,‍‍‍ Commander?)”

“(Hehehe.)”​⁠⁠

The‍ lead squirrel smiled‍​​ proudly.

“(I’m⁠ free from hibernation.​⁠‍ While you all⁠⁠ slept, I stored‌ enough acorns to‍‌⁠ welcome spring.)”

“(Ooooh!​ Our worthy king!)”​‌

“(Only‍‌​ you do we⁠ revere. Ramen.)”

Basking​​​ in the praise,‍‍ he smiled.

His​ identity was… the⁠‌ ancient founding hero‍‍ who once fought‍​‍ Balor Joaquin as‍‌‍ an equal.

The‍​⁠ only mortal recognized​​​ by the Sword⁠‌​ God, the First‌ Corps Commander, Lycan.‌​⁠

Once,‍‌⁠ Lycan had it⁠ all—a demon, a swordsman, a name⁠⁠‌ of glory.

Now,‍ he lived a new life as‍‍ Ramzy Thunder, a squirrel.

What‌​‍ began as a hobby had become⁠⁠ second nature. It​ was no longer⁠​⁠ a disguise; it‌⁠⁠ had become his​‍ skin.

“(Lord‌ Lycan.)”

A squirrel approached with​⁠‌ a bow. The‍​​ distinctive stripes on⁠⁠⁠ his back marked‍​⁠ him as the‌ secretary.

“(What‌ is it?)”

“(It’s⁠‌⁠ not major, but‍⁠ we’ve received reports‌ that some acorns⁠‍‌ in this area‌⁠ are showing anomalies.)”‌

“(Hmm?‍⁠ Show me.)”

“(I⁠⁠ anticipated this. I brought one to‍ confirm.)”

The‍‌⁠ secretary pulled an​‍‍ acorn from his⁠ mouth, cheeks deflating‌‍ instantly.

“(As⁠‌ you can see⁠ by the color,‍⁠⁠ it’s not a typical acorn. But⁠ it’s not rotten‍‍ either.)”

“(Hmm…)”‌‍‌

Lycan⁠​‌ rotated the acorn⁠ between his paws,⁠ examining it.

“(This‌ is…)”

“(Have‌‌ you discovered something?!)”‌​​

“(Ohhh!‌​ Lord of Acorns!‌‌​ Only ramen, ramen​​⁠ eternal!)”

“(Silence.)”⁠‍‍

With‍ a solemn voice,‌ he brought calm.‌ An owl took‍‌‍ flight, and some⁠‌​ leaves fell from‌​​ the tree.

“(It’s‌​‌ tainted with demonic⁠‍​ energy.)”

“(Demonic,‍​ you say…?)”

“(It‌⁠⁠ means there’s energy‌ here that shouldn’t​​​ be.)”

The‌‌ squirrels trembled in‍ fear. They didn’t‌‍​ fully understand, but⁠‌ if their lord‌‍⁠ was serious, that​⁠ was reason enough‍​​ to be afraid.‍‌

“(W-what⁠‍‍ should we do?)”‌​

“(Please,⁠‌‌ give the order…⁠ a command!)”

“(I⁠‍ will issue my⁠‍⁠ decree.)”

All⁠‍‍ the squirrels snapped‍⁠ to attention in​‌ unison. More orderly⁠⁠⁠ than any army.‌

“(From‌⁠‌ now on, if‍ you find an‍ acorn like this,‍⁠​ report it immediately‍ to the secretary.‌ Specify exactly where⁠ and from which​‌ tree it was‍​ taken. And above​ all, under no‌‌​ circumstances are you⁠‌⁠ to eat it.)”‌

“(Yes,​ sir!)”

“(Good.‌‌​ Dismissed.)”

The‍ group of squirrels⁠​ scattered nimbly.

“(Lord‌⁠ Lycan.)”

“(I‍‌⁠ want to be‍ alone for now.)”‌

The‍‍ secretary was the​‌⁠ last to leave.‌ Seeing Lycan’s serious⁠ expression, he saluted⁠ respectfully and vanished⁠⁠‍ into the underbrush.⁠‍

“(Something​‍‌ is not flowing‌​ as it should…)”⁠​⁠

He‌​ murmured while staring‍ at the crescent‌ moon hanging among‍⁠ the clouds.

“I’d‍ better check for‌ myself.”

Whoosh—‌‌

A sudden wind blew.​‌ In the next‍‌ instant, the branch‍⁠⁠ Lycan stood on​ charred slightly, leaving‍‌ only a trail‍​ of golden particles.‍⁠

He​ recalled his past.‍‌​
The time he‌‌⁠ was thrown alone‌‍ into a strange​‍ world.

Compared‌​​ to those days⁠ of absolute suffering…‌‍

He‌‌‍ now lived a comfortable life.

Step⁠⁠‌ by step, we’ll​⁠​ uncover this new‍​ mystery.

***‍​​

Yu⁠ Sein, with a serious expression, said⁠​‌ she would handle‍ the investigation. She​​⁠ told me to‌​⁠ focus on my​‍ current life for‌​ now. So, I decided to follow​‌‍ her advice.

The​‍ next day.

“Good​​⁠ morning.”

As‍‍​ in recent days,‍‌ I stepped up⁠‍ to the podium.‍‍⁠ I glanced broadly‌‍​ across the classroom.‌

“Hmm.”‌‍‌

The‌‌ numbers had dwindled‍‍ significantly. On the​‌‌ first day, you⁠‌ couldn’t even squeeze‍ in a pin,‌⁠ but now there‍‌ were so many‍​​ absentees that it‍ was possible to‍ memorize who was‌‌ who.

My‌‌​ teaching style had⁠‍​ been so harsh⁠‍​ that many students‌​ had dropped out.​‌

‘Maybe‌‌‌ I overestimated them‌​ a bit.’

Heroes⁠ are tough folks.​‍⁠ And even more​ so at Joaquin‌​‌ Academy, where the​ toughest among the‍ tough are trained.‍ I thought they⁠‍ could take it.‌⁠‌

“G-good…⁠ morning, Mr. Heavenly⁠⁠‍ Sword…”

Everyone​ greeted me instinctively,‌‌ but their voices‌⁠​ sounded like the‌ sigh of a terminally ill patient.⁠⁠

After‌‌ dying several times⁠⁠‌ in subspace, they​⁠​ seemed withered. Their‍‍ pupils were so​ dull they looked‌⁠ like the undead.‌‍

Seeing​ them like that‌ reminded me of​​ what Ryozo told​ me last night.⁠

— Kids these days​​ can’t be treated‍‍ that harshly.

The‌ fact that she​⁠​ said it with​‌ that scolding tone‍ while being part​​⁠ of “kids these‌ days” herself was‍‌​ kind of cute.‍‍

Anyway,​ I decided to​‌ take her advice.​​ It was time‍ to change the‌⁠‌ class approach.

Besides,‌​ I didn’t have‌‌‌ many days left‍​‌ with chalk in‌ hand. Maybe about​ fifteen?

After⁠⁠ that, I’d return‍‍ to my real​ job.

Monitoring‌ the situation between⁠‌​ the Demon Kingdom⁠​ and the human​ world.

‘Since‍ it’s the final‍‌​ stretch of the⁠ course, I’ll leave​‌‌ a good impression.’‌

I spoke casually.

“There​ won’t be a dying-in-subspace class today.”‍

“E-excuse‌ me… what?”

Everyone‌⁠ blinked, confused.

But​‌ soon, color returned‌ to their faces.‌‌ It was like‍‌‍ watching the undead‍ come back to‍‌ life.

“R-really?!”⁠‍⁠

“Yes.​‍​ I think my‌‍​ special training was‍‌​ too intense.”

“Sniff,​​‍ f-finally…!”

“Though​‍ I still don’t​​​ think it was‍‌‍ wrong.”

“Hearing​‌ someone say they’re‍​ never wrong… but‌ coming from you,⁠ sir, it sounds‍⁠ almost convincing.”

Amid​‌ all kinds of‍‍ emotional reactions, I continued.

“Today,⁠‍ I’ll just be​ doing a demonstration.”⁠‌

With⁠ those words, the‍ room nearly erupted‌ with joy. The⁠‍‍ atmosphere heated up.​

Clap.⁠

I snapped my fingers​‍‍ to cool things‍ down a bit.⁠ At the same​‍⁠ time, I deployed​⁠ the subspace.

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

By‌‍​ now, they should‌‍⁠ be quite used⁠ to the purple‌‌ veil.

After‌ dying so many‍⁠‌ times here, some‌‌ could no longer⁠ tell it apart‌ from reality.

Clap.​‍

I snapped my fingers‌‌ again. The environment‌ vibrated.

A dark mass began⁠⁠⁠ to take shape—a‌⁠ group of humanoid​​‍ enemies.

“Ah!”​

“K-Kentarous!”‌‌

I had generated a projection—or perhaps a summoning—of Kentarous within⁠‌⁠ the alternate space.​​‌ Though illusions, they‍‌ felt incredibly real.‍

The‌‍‍ Kentarous group surrounded​‍ the students, wielding⁠​ cold weapons with‍ menacing intent.

They​ weren’t real, but‍ their eyes glowed‌ with a sinister‌ light from the‌‍ shadows. Maybe that​​⁠ made them even‍ scarier.

“……”⁠⁠​

“…..”‍‍

Even​ so, the students⁠‍ kept their composure.⁠⁠‍ As I said,​⁠‍ this was a training center for‍ the toughest.

They‌‍‍ were no longer‌‍⁠ like before, when‍‍ they died without‍​‍ strength.

They‍​ could now clearly⁠‌ recognize humanity’s enemy.‌

And​‌ from their gazes,⁠‍ I could tell—they​⁠​ were even sharper​‌ than ten years‌⁠‌ ago.

That‌⁠ was thanks to⁠ how well the​‌‍ academy was functioning‍ today. And the‍‌‍ ones who made‍‍ that foundation possible‌ were Ryozo and‍ Abel.

As‍​​ a husband, I had to live​ up to their‌ efforts. My instincts⁠ told me so.⁠​‌

“I⁠‌ see that most⁠‌‌ of those who​⁠ remained use swords.”​‌⁠

Probably⁠‍‍ why they clung​‍ to this class​ with sheer will.‌‌‍ Because they admired​‌ swordsmanship.

“I-I‌ used a shield,⁠‌ but after seeing‌‌‍ Mr. Heavenly Sword…”‌‌

“Me‍​ too! Same here!”‌⁠‍

“Good​ posture.”

I smiled a bit⁠‍ and reached for⁠ my waist.

Chiing.⁠​​

Murasame​⁠ slid from its‍ sheath like shedding‌‌​ skin.

The​ impact was immediate.​​ A thunderous roar‌‍‌ filled the classroom,‌​ like a swarm‍‍‌ of bees approaching.‌

[The‌​​ Blessing of the‌ Sword God manifests.]⁠​

My‍⁠‍ world lost its​‍‌ color.

I love this moment.⁠​ When I hold‍‌‍ the sword, I feel cut off⁠‌‍ from the world.​

The⁠⁠‍ students’ cheers fade‌⁠ one by one.‌ I focus entirely​⁠​ on the inner⁠ voice.

++++++++++++‍‌​

《May‌​ God’s blessing be​‌‍ with me》

++++++++++++⁠

Sashimi‌‍⁠ released a flash​‌ of cutting light.⁠⁠

Flash!⁠‍

A lightning bolt exploded​ in the students’⁠⁠⁠ vision.

They‌ couldn’t see a thing.

Slash—​‌

A slicing sound slammed‌ into their eardrums.‍ A sharp buzz⁠‌ followed.

“Uuugh…”​‍‍

Everyone‌ felt their ears⁠​‍ go deaf, like‌‍⁠ they were submerged‌ underwater.

And​ when they finally‌‍ opened their eyes…‍‍

“Ha…⁠ ha, haha…”

Dozens⁠‍​ of Kentarous lay‌⁠ in pieces.

The​ entire subspace had⁠​‍ been cut through.​‌‌

“T-this⁠‍​ is what they‌ meant by…”

“The⁠ Heavenly Sword.”

A sword capable of‌⁠ cutting through dimensions,⁠‌‍ just like the​​‍ myths say.

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