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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 316: The Transfer Student is a Singularity (4)

Chapter 316: The Transfer Student is a Singularity (4)

I talked about many‍ things.

About‍ a stained past‌​ and the unexpected‍ master I met‌⁠ during the rainy​‌‌ season. After he‍ took me in​‍​ as an orphan,‍⁠ the memories that​‍‍ made me human.⁠‌‌

“Back⁠​​ in the days⁠‍‍ when I misbehaved,​​ he beat me⁠‌‌ so hard the‍​‍ rain would kick⁠‌⁠ up dust.”

I even clumsily added​‌ my personal reflection‍‍‍ that even those‍ beatings were a form of affection.‍‌

‘I‌​ need to help​⁠⁠ preserve the image‌ of the first​​ boss. After all,​ it’s the least‌ I can do‌‌‌ as his son.’‌

Of​‍ course, I left​⁠ out the fact‌​ that this all‌​‌ happened in the‌‍ original world. That⁠ is, on Earth.​​

It⁠‍ weighs on my​‌ conscience like lead,‌ but I have‍​​ no way to‌ explain it and,​‍‍ deep down, I’d‌‍‌ rather keep it​ hidden.

I swear I don’t​ want to deceive⁠‍ Ryozo or Abel.‍ If I could,‍ I’d tell them​​‌ everything. But…

‘If​ I did…’

I’m​ already an unusual​‍​ existence. If they‍⁠​ also knew I came from outside‍ this world, how​​ would they react?‌

Even​​ if Ryozo and‍‌ Abel completely understood,​‌ their gaze toward‌ me would undoubtedly‍ change. I’m not⁠​ ready to handle‌⁠ that.

‘I​ still have a long way to​‌ go, Kang Geom-Ma.’⁠​‌

Turned⁠​⁠ into a god‌‌ in a human​⁠ body, all I care about is​⁠ hiding the truth.​⁠⁠ I committed to​‌ telling them about‍‌‌ my master, not‌⁠⁠ about myself.

And‍​‍ yet, here I am, rationalizing it‌ with cheap excuses.​

A moment of self-loathing⁠ crept in.

And‍ as always, Ryozo’s​‍​ voice pulled me‍‍ out of the⁠‌‌ pit.

“He⁠⁠ was a great‍ person.”

Ryozo⁠‍​ lifted her cheek,⁠ which had been‍ resting on my‍​‌ chest. Her sky-blue‌‌ eyes looked at​‌​ me firmly.

“…Yes,‌‌‌ he was.”

My‍⁠ lips went dry.‌ I felt my‌ skin crack.

“The‍​ truth is, if‍‌​ it weren’t for‍‌ me, he could⁠ have enjoyed life‍‍ however he wanted.‍ But he dedicated‌‌ his entire life​⁠ to me.”

That‍ sentence carried a heavy weight.

My⁠​ adoptive father, the‍ founding hero Balor‍ Joaquin —Ho Ah-Hyun‌‌‍ on Earth— was‍​ an infinite regresssor.‌⁠

A piece of G.M.’s‌‌ plan to delay‌⁠‍ the world’s destruction‍​‌ caused by the⁠‌ false gods.

But⁠⁠‍ that G.M.… was⁠​ me, Kang Geom-Ma.‌‍⁠

In⁠ other words, the‍‌ boss never had‌⁠‌ a life of‌​ his own. In‌⁠‌ the world of⁠ “Miracle Blessing M,”​‍⁠ he was just‌ another cog in⁠ the system.

And‍⁠ on Earth, he‍‍‍ sacrificed his whole‌​‍ life for a spoiled brat like‍ me.

‘My‍ father never had⁠ a life of⁠ his own.’

The‌ fuller and happier⁠‍‌ my life becomes,⁠​ the stronger that​‌ sense of debt​‍ grows.

He‌​​ gave everything, and‍‍⁠ his son can’t⁠⁠​ even repay the‍‌ bare minimum. He’s​‍ only ever taken‌⁠ from him.

“As‌‍ the years go⁠​⁠ by, you start​ thinking about these​‍​ things. But just⁠⁠ growing older doesn’t‌ make you an‍ adult.”

I drifted into reflection.⁠‍ I stared at⁠ the calm light‌⁠ of the room.⁠‍‍ I should’ve been‍ sharing happy moments,‍⁠​ but all I’m​ doing is burdening‍ my wife with‍‌‍ negative thoughts.

“Maybe​‌ it’s just my​​​ nature. I bet​⁠​ by my age,‌‍‌ my father was‌ already much more‌ admirable than I am now. But​​ me…”

“Sorry⁠ to interrupt.”

Ryozo​‌‌ silenced me with‌‌ her index finger‌​ on my lips.​⁠

“When‍‌‌ I said your‍‌ adoptive father was‍‍‍ admirable, I wasn’t⁠‌ just talking about‍ his character.”

“Hm…‌‌‍ I don’t really‌‌⁠ know how to​ explain it… but⁠ in your style,​ Kang Geom-Ma, I’m‌​⁠ sure you’d rather⁠​ see something once‍‌⁠ than have it‍​ explained to you‌​ a hundred times.”‌

Murmuring‌⁠ as if thinking‌⁠‌ aloud, Ryozo suddenly‍ turned toward me.​

Then‌‍‌ she grabbed my⁠ wrist and pulled​⁠‌ me to my​ feet.

“Let’s​‍‍ go.”

So‍ suddenly?

Ryozo⁠‍​ yanked me up⁠ and walked outside.⁠‌ As I said,⁠‍ the grip strength​​ of an archer‌ isn’t a joke.‍ Still, for some​​⁠ reason, I felt⁠‌‍ uplifted.

Driven⁠ by Ryozo’s determined​⁠​ steps, I followed⁠⁠‌ her without resistance.‌ Her triple-braided hair⁠​ swayed gently in‌ the air.

***​

“Here.”⁠‌‌

Our‍‍ upward movement was‌ brief. We climbed​⁠⁠ a few stairs,​⁠‌ and that was‌‍ it. The place‌⁠ Ryozo had taken⁠⁠ me to was⁠​ none other than​⁠ the rooftop of⁠‌⁠ our three-story home.‍

Though​⁠ the moment didn’t‌‍⁠ feel like it,‍​​ I couldn’t help​⁠⁠ but think that‍ the view was‌‌ incredible. Across this⁠⁠ costly expanse of‌​ the Joaquin Academy​‌​ grounds, our family‌⁠​ was probably the⁠⁠ only ones with⁠​ a spot so​‌‌ privileged as private‍‌ property.

Ryozo‍⁠⁠ stretched out both⁠‍ arms. I froze⁠​ for a moment,⁠ but then knelt‍ on one knee⁠‍ and extended my‍​‌ arms as if​ I were about‍⁠ to hug the‍‍⁠ air.

Gently,​​ I lifted Ryozo,​ cradling her like⁠ a treasure under​⁠​ my knees and‌‌ at the back‌ of her pale‍‌ neck.

She⁠⁠ also wrapped one‍⁠ arm around my‌​​ neck and pointed⁠ out constellations with⁠‍ the other.

“Let’s‌‌ go higher.”

I had flown like‌‍ this many times‌ before, carrying Ryozo‌ or Abel like‍ a princess. If‍‍ someone said I looked like some‍‌ kind of magical​ airplane, I couldn’t‍ argue—but it was‍‍​ the perfect way‌‍⁠ to score points‍⁠‍ with my wives.‍‌‌

‘She⁠‍ must have something⁠ in mind.’

I didn’t doubt her.⁠ Her intelligence was⁠ the best in‌​​ the world, and‍​​ the person I trusted most—was me.⁠​⁠

“At⁠‍​ your command.”

My​‍‍ eyes blazed with​ an intense light.​⁠ As if a strong electrostatic shock‍ ran through me,​‍ my hair stood​ on end, and⁠ a current of‌‌ energy spread across‌​⁠ the surface of‌‌ the rooftop.

I pushed off from‍‌ the ground. The​⁠ view trembled and‌ the horizon pulled​⁠‍ inward.

Boom!​​

A bolt of lightning‌ struck.

Ryozo‌⁠​ closed her eyes‌​​ tightly and then⁠​⁠ opened them slowly.⁠‌‍ The next instant,⁠​​ the full moon​‌​ filled her vision‍‌⁠ completely.

We⁠ were floating.

Somewhere⁠‍ between the buildings​‌‌ and the clouds.‌‍

With‍ Joaquin Academy beneath⁠​ our feet.

Ryozo’s⁠⁠ sky-blue eyes—like two‍⁠‌ merging skies—reflected first​‍⁠ the moon, then‍​​ me, then the‌​ academy below.

“Wow…”⁠

Even⁠⁠‍ Ryozo, who rarely​‍‍ showed emotion, couldn’t‌ help but sigh‌ in wonder. Her⁠‍‌ reaction made my‍‌‌ smile widen until‌‌ my mouth trembled.‌

“Shall⁠⁠ we go higher?”​‌‌

“…Yes.”​‍

She‌ nodded softly, a little embarrassed.

I pushed off again,‍​ using the tips⁠‍ of my toes⁠‌ to push through​‍‍ the clouds. Joaquin‍⁠​ Academy receded swiftly.‍‌‍

What​ once was sharp​‍⁠ detail now shrank‌​ to a pinpoint.⁠ From here, it‍​‍ felt as if‍⁠ we had plucked​ a handful of‌ stars from the‌ night sky.

The‌​ air thinned; vapor​‌‌ escaped our lips.​‍ I glanced at⁠​ Ryozo.

“Can‌ you breathe okay?”​‍⁠

“Yes.‍‌ I activated the​⁠‍ blessing.”

Her‌⁠‍ Archer’s Blessing specialized‍ in regulating breath.‌⁠ Besides, Ryozo was​ the daughter of‌⁠​ the Absolute Archer‌ of the Seven⁠‌ Stars. Her cardio-respiratory‍​​ endurance was unmatched‌ even among archers.​‌

“And⁠​‌ you, Kang Geom‑Ma?”​‌

“I’m​​ fine.”

I knew she asked‍ as courtesy. After‍ all, I had⁠⁠⁠ already traveled through​​‌ space ten years‍‍ ago. Being in‍‍ an atmosphere was⁠‍‍ nothing to me.‍

I snapped my fingers‍ a few times.‌ We continued ascending.‌⁠⁠

Before‌​ long, the flat‍‌ horizon curved into⁠‍​ an arc. In⁠⁠‌ mere seconds, we⁠‍⁠ were closer to‍⁠‌ the sky than​‌ the earth.

As​‍⁠ if we were⁠‍ stars. To any⁠‍‍ students strolling the‌ courtyard at night,⁠‌ we likely looked‌‍ like a pair‍⁠ of twinkling stars.⁠⁠‌

“You‌⁠ know…”

That’s‌⁠ when Ryozo began‌‍ to speak.

“When‌‍‍ the previous director​ offered me this‌⁠‍ position, I swore‍⁠​ I would never‍​‍ accept. Do you‌ remember?”

“Of‍⁠ course. Lady Media⁠‍‍ came to see‍ you day and‌‍ night for a week straight, begging‌‌ on her knees.”‍​

“And​⁠ in the end​⁠‌ she even performed⁠‍‍ an imperial bow,​⁠ remember?”

The⁠ imperial bow.

A clear example of⁠‌ how low human‍ dignity could fall.‍⁠‍ And Media had‍​ done that to‌‌⁠ Ryozo.

‘It​‍ was a perfect‌ bow, by the⁠ book.’

Ryozo⁠‍ recalled it and‌ let out a loud laugh. Her​⁠‍ breath dissolved into⁠⁠‌ a pale cloud.⁠‍

“At‌‍‍ the time I said no because⁠‌ we were preparing⁠‍ the wedding, but⁠​‌ you know that⁠ wasn’t the real‌‍‍ reason, right? Preparing⁠‌⁠ a wedding doesn’t‌‌ take that long.⁠⁠​ I’ll tell you​ only—actually, it was‌ because of Kojima.”⁠‍‌

“…”⁠

“Being‌‍⁠ at the Academy‌​‌ stirred a whirlwind‍ of emotions in‌ me. Kojima was‌​‍ the worst as​‌‌ a father—and even⁠⁠ worse as a husband. But during⁠‌ the Second Great​‍‌ Human War, he‌ sacrificed himself for​​ humanity.”

Ryozo’s⁠ face hardened.

“As‌ family, he was​ the worst, but⁠⁠‌ as a hero…‍‌‍ I respected him.‌ That mixture of⁠‌ feelings… I, just‍‍ a teenager, couldn’t​‌ bear it. And⁠ while I suffered​‍​ in silence, one‌ day my mother‌‍‌ called me and⁠ said this that‍⁠ no matter his​ personality, that man⁠‌‍ was one of‍ the heroes who⁠​ saved Joaquin Academy.‌ Because of him⁠ I exist today—and‍​​ because of him‍​ I met Kang⁠‌ Geom‑Ma.”

“Your⁠ mother said that⁠⁠⁠ to you?”

At‌‌ my words, Ryozo‍ made a slight⁠‌‌ grimace.

“My‌⁠⁠ mom adores you,‌‍‍ you know that?‌​‍ Sometimes it feels‍ like you’re her⁠ son, not me.​‌‌ Whenever she sees‌‍​ you, it’s always⁠ ‘our Geom‑Ma this,‌‍​ our Geom‑Ma that.’”‌

“Your‍​ mother is delightful.”‌​

Free‑spirited,⁠ indeed.

After⁠​⁠ all, she was⁠‍​ someone who gave⁠​​ her own daughter‌‌⁠ sex ed—and in‌‌ conservative Korea, that​ kind of intellectual⁠ is born once‍​​ in a generation.‍‌

“Anyway…‌‍⁠ what I mean⁠ is that humans⁠‌ can’t be flawless,​ and in the‍‍ end… Kojima was​‍⁠ a great man.”⁠‌

Just⁠ then, a stream‌⁠‍ of clouds brushed⁠‌ past us. Ryozo‌​ clenched her fists‌ as she continued.‌​⁠

“It⁠ doesn’t erase his​⁠ sins, but my‍⁠‌ mother and I forgave him. Besides,​​ he lost his‌⁠ mind when his⁠‌​ first wife, Lady⁠‍ Alice, passed away.​‌‌ Back then I couldn’t grasp it,​ but now I think I understand.”​

“You‌​‍ think you can​ understand now?”

“Yes.​ Because if you,​​‌ Geom‑Ma, stopped existing,‌ I feel like‌‌‍ I would break​ inside too. Everything​‍‌ would become hollow‍ and meaningless. I’d‍ wish the world‍ would crumble—but that‌‍‍ buried heroine spirit​‍‍ in me wouldn’t⁠‍ let me. And⁠ that would lead⁠ me straight into‍ self‑loathing.”

That⁠ line pierced my​​ heart like a dagger.

I don’t know if​‌ Ryozo said it‌‌⁠ deliberately, but she​ hit the exact‍ spot of my​ current emotional state.⁠‌‌

Damn​ it. I never​⁠ thought I’d feel⁠⁠​ empathy for Kojima.​⁠⁠

“Kojima‌⁠ chose humanity over‌⁠​ his family. Because⁠‌‌ he believed it‍ gave his life⁠‍⁠ more meaning. Or​⁠​ rather—he believed it‌ was his destiny.”​‌⁠

“…So‍‌ what are you⁠ saying…”

“Your‍‍ adoptive father didn’t​ give up on‍⁠‌ his life either.‍‍ He found purpose⁠ in raising his‍ son. And look‌​ at the result.”‍​ Ryozo nodded downward.‌​​

Our​‍​ eyes took in​ the world below.‍

This‍‍ place—once a battlefield​ between humans and​​⁠ demons due to‍​ false gods—now shone⁠‌‌ brighter than any​ era before. It⁠⁠ was the fruit⁠‍⁠ of sacrifices by​ those spirits who‌​‍ passed on, and⁠⁠ the tireless efforts‌ of my father.​

The‌​ ground they paved​ with their bodies.⁠⁠‌

This⁠‍ world that my​ father handed me—protecting‌​ it fills me⁠​ with pride, Geom‑Ma.​‌⁠

She​‌ had stepped away​⁠‌ from dinner just‍ to tell me‍ that.

“Geom‑Ma.”⁠⁠⁠

Ryozo​⁠ stroked my cold‌‍ cheek.

“Your‍‍ father, by saving⁠​⁠ you, also saved​​ this world, and‌​ all of us.”‌‌

“Don’t‌‌⁠ you think he’d‍‍⁠ be proud if​‍ he could see​​​ it? Even I—his‌ daughter, who suffered‌‍ from his absence—respect‌‌⁠ him as a hero.”

My⁠‍ eyes welled with‌‌⁠ tears, my nose​ burning. It must’ve‌⁠ been cold at​​‍ this altitude.

Every‍ hole in my⁠‍‍ face seemed about‌‌ to leak.

“Geom‑Ma.”​

Ryozo‌ called again. Her‌ hand left a crease in my‌​ clothing, right above⁠ my collarbone.

“I​‌ can’t breathe well.”​​‌

“Did⁠​ your blessing run⁠ out? Should we‌‌​ head down?”

“No.”​

She‍ shook her head‍ vigorously.

“I‌⁠ deactivated the blessing‌‍ on purpose. I don’t want to‌ go down yet.”⁠​‌

“Then…”‌​

I moved closer and‍⁠ pressed my lips‍‍ to hers. In‌⁠ that rare atmosphere,​ we shared each⁠​‌ other’s breath.

Under⁠ the Milky Way​⁠ as our crown,⁠‍​ we stayed like​‌​ that for a long while…

The‍​‍ night, up here,⁠​ felt warm.

Incredibly‍ warm—for being above⁠‍ the clouds.

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