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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 319: The Transfer Student is a Singularity (7)

Chapter 319: The Transfer Student is a Singularity (7)

“It’s​​‍ cold.”

…Huh?‍‌

“And‍‍​ I’m hungry…”

And‍​‌ just like that,​⁠ Speedweapon ended up‍‌‌ picking up a homeless woman in​‌⁠ the middle of⁠‌ the night.

***​‌

Changseong,‌⁠ former president of​⁠ the Association, was⁠​‌ notoriously strict when⁠‌ it came to​ evaluating physical strength.‌

With⁠‌ his hero’s solid​‌​ jawline and designer’s⁠ sharp eyes, he‌ scrutinized heroes without⁠‍ missing a single‌ detail.

When​ it came to⁠‍ raw physical level,‍‍‍ he was even‍ more uncompromising than‍​‌ the Master of‌⁠ the Sword.

So​⁠‌ passing Changseong’s standards​​ meant being truly‌ recognized. It was‍​‌ a badge of⁠⁠‌ honor.

The‍⁠ current president, Sung​ Yuchang, was similar​⁠⁠ to Richard Mura‌ in some ways,‌‍ but far more‍‍ demanding in others.‍‌⁠

Sung⁠‍‌ Yuchang was the‌ first president of‍‌‌ the Association who​⁠⁠ wasn’t a hero⁠ since its founding.‌​‍

Without‍ any blessing, he‍‌ had climbed to⁠​‍ the top — and for that,‍ his name would⁠​ go down in⁠‍‍ history.

To⁠ him, the most​​⁠ important quality in‍​‌ evaluating people was⁠‌‌ ‘tact.’

Deputy‌‍ Director Kim recalled​‌⁠ the day of‍‌ her interview. Sung​ Yuchang had personally​‌⁠ conducted it and‍‍ gave her this‌‍‍ advice.

— No matter how‌‍ talented a hero‍ is, if they​​ don’t have tact,‌⁠ they’ll die early.​​‍

‘Why​‌⁠ is that?’

— Because before the⁠‍‍ Heavenly Sword, everyone’s⁠ equal. His sashimi⁠ serves one me,‍‍‌ one you.

‘Ah,⁠‌​ I see…’

— So you need⁠ a sharp eye.⁠

In​‌ any case, everyone​​​ in this camp​ had passed the‌⁠‍ scrutiny of both⁠‍ presidents.

It⁠ took real grit⁠‍ to operate in​‌‌ Gehenna, where just‍ breathing was hard​⁠ for civilians — and mental agility,​ since it was‌ enemy territory.

In​⁠ short, the current‍​⁠ exploration unit, including‌ Deputy Director Kim,‌ was an elite‌ team, made up⁠ exclusively of individuals‌ who had cleared‍‍‌ the standards of​‍‍ both Association presidents.‌‌​

They​‌ were people who‍ could gauge another’s‍ strength at a glance.

“First,⁠​‌ drink this hot⁠ cocoa.”

“Thank‍⁠ you…”

Just‍⁠ from overhearing the​‍ scattered bits of​‌ conversation between the‌​ human girl and‍ President Speedweapon, they‌​ were already deducing‌ her identity.

“….”⁠‍​

Deputy‍‍ Director Kim looked⁠⁠‍ at the girl⁠ with a face‍​ of total defeat.‌‍⁠

She​⁠ was a well-known​​ member of the⁠‍‍ Heavenly Sword fan‌‌ club.

The‍‍ shock and sense‌ of loss were‍⁠ overwhelming.

‘I‍ thought at least‌‍​ I had a chance to be‌ his third…’

Her⁠ nickname was ‘#RedSashimi’,‍‍ and online she‌ had been waging‍‌⁠ a holy war⁠⁠‍ against someone named‌ ‘SaintRyu’.

“Deputy‌‍‌ Director Kim, that‍ girl…”

An⁠⁠ underling A approached⁠ her cautiously.

“Silence.”​

“Excuse‍ me?”

“You‍ and I saw‍‌ nothing today.”

“What⁠ do you mean‌ by that…?”

Underling‍‍​ A flinched. Deputy‌‌‌ Director Kim turned‍ toward her, wrapped⁠⁠ in darkness. In‌ her black eyes,‍ shadowy flames had‌‍⁠ replaced her usual‌ green pupils.

“How‍‌ can a “human”‌​‌ be walking around‌ Gehenna?”

She​​⁠ grabbed her shoulder‍ tightly. It hurt.‌⁠​

“Chief⁠⁠ Speedweapon is mumbling‌ to himself right​ now. That person‌‌ is just… dealing​⁠‌ with schizophrenia. Got​​ it?”

…Ah.‌

‘So​​ that was it.’‍‌‍

That’s​‌‌ how madness manifested‍​ when one’s devotion‍‍⁠ to Kang Geom-Ma‍‌​ went too far.‌​‌

Underling​‌ A understood, as⁠​⁠ she looked at‍‍‌ her superior.

***‌‌⁠

Sparks‌ crackled from the‌ dry branches.

The​⁠‌ flecks of light​ expelled by the‌⁠‍ fire sometimes gave⁠​⁠ warmth to humans⁠ or turned into​‌ stars that adorned⁠⁠ the evening sky.‌⁠‌

One‍​ might ask what’s⁠‍‌ the point of⁠ making a campfire‌ in the 21st‌ century.

But‍ because it’s such‌​ a primitive form,‍⁠ it offered Homo​⁠​ sapiens an inexplicable⁠ sense of security.​​‌

Although​​ some members of​ the team grumbled⁠ that it was​‌ a waste of‌‌ time, at least‍​ Speedweapon didn’t think​ so.

— If we already‌ have heating, what’s​ the point of‍​ the campfire?!

‘If‍​ you’ve got so​⁠ many complaints, why⁠‍‍ don’t you get‍‍ promoted to chief⁠‌ yourselves?’

— Damn boss! Labor‌​‍ abuse!

‘Hehehe…​ I’m not taking‌​ the fall alone.’‌‌‌

— Workers of the⁠‍​ world, unite!

With​ seven years in‌‌ the workforce, Speedweapon‌‍​ had become a society-soaked adult.

“How’s‍‌‍ the cocoa taste?”‌​

“What’s⁠​‌ this called… cocóah?”‍

“Ah…​ It’s your first‌⁠‍ time having cocoa.”‍

“Uh…‍‌ sorry.”

“Aaah!​⁠​ No need to‌‍ apologize! It’s totally‍ normal!”

But‌​ nature doesn’t change‍⁠ easily.

Speedweapon‍‌ treated the woman‌​ with infinite gentleness.‍

It‌‍ was pure kindness,⁠ without any hidden‍ motive.

A virtue that, as​ a healer, he⁠​⁠ had to maintain‍‍ even as an‍ adult.

“…It’s‌⁠‌ tasty…”

“I’m‌​​ glad you like‍​‍ it!” he answered⁠ with exaggerated gestures.⁠​‌

At‍‍ first glance, one​‍ might assume the‌⁠ woman was haughty.⁠​​ But after talking‌‍ with her a bit, she turned‍⁠ out to be‍⁠‌ very shy.

Her⁠⁠ way of speaking⁠ was a bit‌​ awkward, but considering‍‍‌ the place where​ they met, it⁠‍ didn’t seem strange.⁠⁠‌

What‍​ truly caught Speedweapon⁠⁠‌ and the entire​⁠‌ exploration team’s attention​⁠ was…

‘She⁠ looks like him.’‍⁠​

The‍ woman’s face.

She‍‌⁠ was like a copy of Kang‍​⁠ Geom-Ma. The same​‍⁠ shiny black hair⁠​ and unreadable dark⁠ eyes.

Of​⁠ course, there was‍ a difference she⁠‍ was so beautifully​‍​ proportioned it inspired⁠‌ awe.

‘The‍ president is handsome‍ too, but this‌⁠ girl has an​‍ unreal beauty. She’s​ in her prime​⁠‌ as a teenager,‌​ she could compete‌‌‍ with Abel or⁠⁠​ Ryozo.’

Just⁠ a smile from​ her and boys‍‍‌ her age would⁠ probably forget how⁠ to breathe.

Hm?⁠‌⁠ But now that⁠ I think about⁠‌ it, does she‌‌ really look like‌ him aside from‌​ the hair and‍⁠⁠ eye color?

He‌ shook his head.‍

‘No,​‍‌ she does resemble‌⁠⁠ him.’

In‍‍⁠ this world, the‍​‌ only person who‌ matched those two⁠‍‍ traits was Kang‍‍ Geom-Ma. (Yu Sein⁠⁠ also had black‍‌ hair and eyes,‌ but bleached his‍ hair whenever he​ could, so only​​‌ Kang Geom-Ma knew‌ it was naturally⁠‌‌ black.)

Speedweapon⁠‌‍ sneaked a glance‌ at the girl.‍​⁠ She, with both‌⁠‌ hands on her‍‌​ cup, was quietly​​ watching the fire.‌

A girl shrouded in‌‍‍ mystery. A human⁠‌ wandering Gehenna was⁠ rare enough on​⁠ its own.

And⁠‍‍ on top of​ that, she shared​⁠ physical features with⁠ Kang Geom-Ma.

The​⁠‌ firelight’s shadows seemed‌‌ like arrows pointing​‍ at her.

“Do​​ you know Kang⁠‌‍ Geom-Ma?”

Amid​‍ the fire’s crackle,‌ Speedweapon spoke again.‌‍‌ The girl slowly​‍ turned her gaze.‍​‌

“Geom…​​⁠ Ma…?”

“Yes.‌‍ He’s a friend​​‌ of mine. You⁠ look so much‍‌‌ like him that‌‍‌ I wanted to‍ ask if you⁠ were related. I don’t know your⁠ situation, but it’s⁠⁠​ not common for​‍​ a human to‌​‍ wander around the‌‌ Demon Realm. I’m‌ just asking just‌ in case, so​‍⁠ feel free to⁠​‌ answer.”

“Geom,‌‍ Ma… I don’t‌ know him.”

She‍​ mouthed the syllables.‌⁠ Everyone’s eyes locked‌⁠‌ on her lips.‍‍‌ But in the​ end, she shook⁠⁠ her head.

“I‍‍​ see… well, that’s⁠‌‍ to be expected.”⁠‍​

Of​ course she couldn’t⁠‍ be Kang Geom-Ma’s⁠ daughter. Just by​​​ looking, she was‍‌‌ in her late​ teens. That would‌​‍ mean Geom-Ma had⁠​ a daughter at‌​⁠ age ten.

Does⁠ that even make​‍ sense?

Just‌⁠ thinking about it‍⁠ made that theory​ crumble instantly. What⁠⁠ intrigued Speedweapon was‍ the relationship between⁠​⁠ Kang Geom-Ma and‌ this girl.

Surely​ there was some​‍‍ connection.

‘But⁠‌ she doesn’t know?’⁠‍

She​‌⁠ didn’t seem to⁠ be lying. Even⁠ if it was⁠ his first time​ seeing her, he⁠‌‍ could tell.

Speedweapon​⁠ was someone even⁠ Sung Yuchang acknowledged‍‍‍ for his keen​⁠ insight.

The​ girl’s reaction was​ pure—only someone with‍⁠ a clean mind⁠‍ could respond like‍ that. He didn’t​‍ even need to​ guess; she truly⁠‌ didn’t seem to‍ know Kang Geom-Ma.‌

‘The‍⁠ best would be⁠‌ to let them​⁠ meet.’

Speedweapon‌ scratched his eyebrow.‌⁠ Since the Second⁠⁠⁠ Great War Against​ the Demons, the‌​‍ Academy had severely⁠ restricted outsider access.​‍

With​⁠‍ good reason. The‍ Joaquin incident, among‌ others, showed that⁠⁠ whenever outsiders entered,⁠‍ trouble followed.

So⁠​‍ it was understandable⁠​ that the Academy‍⁠⁠ had become more⁠ conservative.

‘…But​​‌ I can’t exactly‌ summon Kang Geom-Ma⁠⁠​ to the Demon⁠​ Realm or its⁠‍‍ outskirts…’

He⁠‍​ came to help​ him with his⁠​⁠ tasks, but ended⁠​ up adding more.​​⁠ Wasn’t there a more practical solution?​⁠​

“Chief.”‍⁠

As‍​ Speedweapon’s frown deepened,‍ Deputy Director Kim‌‌‌ whispered in his‌ ear.

She‍‍​ was right behind‌⁠‌ him.

“Ah!‍⁠ Damn it!”

“A‍ Hero Association prospect⁠⁠​ startled by his⁠ subordinate’s face? That’s​ rare.”

“Look‍​ in a mirror,‍‌ please! Ugh, my‍⁠‌ heart nearly jumped‍⁠‌ out.”

“…”⁠

“What​ now? Why so​ quiet?”

Deputy⁠ Director Kim was‌‌⁠ standing directly in​ the firelight, like‌‌‍ a ghost from‍ an old tale.‍⁠​

“…Am‍​ I ugly?”

“Why‍‌⁠ are you steering⁠​‍ the conversation so⁠‌ far off course?”⁠

“Tell‍‍​ me. Do I have what it‍ takes to be‌ the Heavenly Sword’s‌ third…?”

“Ack!”‍

Subordinate⁠⁠⁠ A, with more‌‌​ sense than Deputy‍‌⁠ Director Kim, quickly​⁠‍ covered her mouth.‌

“Sorry,​‍ Chief. I’ll handle⁠​ my superior.”

“…No,‌ it’s fine… you’re‌⁠⁠ doing a great‍ job.”

“Let‌​ go! Let me⁠⁠ go! I told‌​‍ you to let⁠​⁠ go!”

They‍​⁠ dragged the screeching​​ Kim aside. Subordinate‍‌⁠ A, with just‍ a glance, picked⁠​ up on Speedweapon’s‍ concern.

Because‍ he had come‌⁠ to the same‍ conclusion.

“What​⁠​ if we enroll‌‌​ her in the‌ Academy?”

“…Transfer?​‍‍ You mean bring‍‌ her in like‌​‍ a new student?”‌⁠

“Yes.⁠​ I heard Mr.‌ Leon also entered⁠ the Academy that⁠‍ way.”

“That’s​‍ right…”

Speedweapon​ nodded.

And⁠‍​ looked again at‍ the girl’s profile.​​

Though⁠‍ they were talking‍‍​ about her, she⁠‌​ was just poking‍‍‌ the ground with⁠ a twig.

She‌‍‍ didn’t seem interested,‍‍ nor did she​‌‍ intend to follow‌​‍ the conversation.

“But⁠‍ you know. To​ get into Joaquin‌‌ Academy, you need​⁠ to manifest a Blessing. Or at‍ least show something⁠ similar.”

Speedweapon‍‌ looked back at⁠ A.

“Come​‍ on, Chief. How​‍‍ could a regular‍ human get lost⁠‍‌ in Gehenna? If​ even the current​‍‍ cadets came to‍‌⁠ the Demon Realm,⁠​‌ they’d end up‍ coughing blood.”

Seen‍‌⁠ that way, it⁠‌‌ made sense.

He’d​⁠ gotten so wrapped​ up in the‌‍ possible connection between⁠⁠‌ the girl and‍ Kang Geom-Ma that⁠​ he forgot the‌⁠ most basic point.‌⁠‌

“Besides,⁠⁠ you’re the Chief.‌⁠⁠ If you get‌ President Sung’s approval,⁠‍ everything will go‌⁠⁠ smoothly.”

Speedweapon​‌ hesitated for a long time.

What⁠ if he admitted‌‍ someone into the⁠‍ Academy surrounded by‌​​ so many unknowns,‍ and something went​ wrong? He’d take‍ full responsibility.

‘But‌‍ even so…’

Taking‍​ her to the‌​ Association would be⁠​​ worse. The Research‌‍ Department and the‍ administrative office were⁠ totally different. If‌​ they said they‍⁠⁠ found her in⁠‌​ Gehenna, she’d be‌‌ sent straight to‌ the research wing.⁠ Even Speedweapon didn’t‍​ know what might​ happen to her‍⁠‌ there.

“Hey.”‍‍

He​​‌ didn’t take long⁠‍ to decide.

“What’s​​ your name?”

Speedweapon‌‌‍ was a hero—and⁠ a healer. It‍ was his role‍ to protect and‍‍‍ shelter others.

The​⁠ girl hesitated, biting​⁠‌ her lower lip,‌‌⁠ then answered clearly.⁠

“Rina.‌​⁠ My name is⁠ Rina.”

At‌⁠‌ that moment, a half-burned log fell​ to the ground.‌

— When the new‌ student is a singularity. Classic.

***‌‌⁠

The​‍⁠ revival of Joaquin⁠ Academy is a relatively recent achievement.⁠

Although‌‍ Ryozo and Media⁠‌ worked tirelessly, the‍​ academy had been⁠‌⁠ nearly destroyed after‍‌ the Second Great​ War Against the‍‍ Demons.

Some‍‌ even proposed relocating​‍​ its headquarters.

For‍‌‍ such a suggestion‍⁠​ to be made⁠‍‍ about an institution‍​ with so much​​⁠ history and tradition,‍ the situation must⁠ have been truly⁠ dire.

The‍ two directors firmly​ rejected the idea⁠​ of moving it.‍​

They⁠ argued that such‌‍ a step could⁠‌ be seen as​‍ humanity’s surrender.

Both‌‍ of them took​‌‍ action. Even Kang​‌ Geom-Ma and other⁠​​ acquaintances joined the‍ effort.

Thanks‍‌‌ to that, they‌ successfully attracted investments​‍‌ (especially since they⁠ had received less⁠ funding from nobles).​‍​ With pride, they⁠‌⁠ rebuilt Joaquin Academy.‌​

However.‍‌‌

Those‌ results couldn’t be⁠ seen overnight. There​​‌ was an inevitable​‍‍ transitional period.

During‍ that time, many‍​ boys and girls‍‍ manifested their Blessings,​⁠‌ and their parents​‌‌ demanded a place​⁠⁠ for them to​‌ study.

The⁠‍ first year was‍​⁠ manageable, but by⁠‍⁠ the second, people‌​​ were already demanding​‍ an alternative institution.⁠​

Then,​​‍ certain factions had​‍‌ an idea.

— If it doesn’t‍⁠​ exist… why not​⁠‌ create one?

And​‍ they did.

As​‍⁠ soon as the⁠​‍ decision was made,‍‍‌ they united under​‌⁠ a common will‍ to found a new academy. Thanks​‌ to the generous⁠‌⁠ investment of nobles‌‍​ dissatisfied with the‌‍ directors, the construction‍‍​ was completed in‍ just one year.‌‌

Parsy​ Academy.

With‍‍ only ten years​ of history, it​⁠ hadn’t yet produced‍‌‍ notable results, but‍ that very fact​ pushed them to‌​‍ aggressively recruit students.​

Perhaps​‍​ that’s why the‍‌ current Joaquin Academy,‌‌ despite being at‌ its strongest, was‍ seeing a drop‌‌ in enrollment rates.‍

‘I⁠ could understand up‌​‌ to that point.’⁠‍‍

Joaquin‌‍‌ Academy was the‌ legacy of the‌ Sword Master. Even‍ though competition was​ annoying, it was⁠ tolerable. After all,​​ it wasn’t the​⁠‍ only academy in‌ the world.

Moreover,​‍‌ the exodus of⁠⁠‍ noble and special-admission‍‍ students helped ease⁠ internal tensions. Many​​ of those who⁠ considered themselves superior⁠ had gone to⁠‌‍ Parsy. Annoying, yes,​‌‍ but there was​⁠ a silver lining.‌

But‌​‍ those bastards went‍ and caused a scandal.

That‍‍⁠ morning, an emergency‌ faculty meeting was‍​ called.

They⁠ summoned me even⁠‌ though I only​ had a temporary​​ role as a professor.

Leon‍ was also summoned‍‌ for having been​​ my direct opponent.⁠​‌ It was the‌‌⁠ decision of our‌​‍ dear director, Saki‌ Ryozo, ever thoughtful.​‌

Leon,‌​ I, and the⁠ entire staff started⁠ the day with‌ a morning assembly.‌‍ No one had‍ time to be‍⁠ surprised by my​​‌ presence they were⁠ too busy injecting‍⁠ coffee into their‌‌​ veins.

Just‌ as the tension‍​ began to build,‌​ President Sung of​⁠ the Association appeared‌‌ with an announcement.‌⁠

“Parsy‌ Academy sent a request yesterday. They⁠ want to organize‍ an ‘academic exchange’​‌​ with us…”

The⁠ uproar was inevitable.‌​ Bang! Lee Woo-Bin’s​ fist left a dent in the‍ table.

“They’re‍‌‍ challenging us!”

“That’s‍⁠ exactly what it‌ sounds like.”

“Those‍ bastards! When they⁠ stole our students,‍ we let it‌​​ go! And now‍​ this!? This is‍ a declaration of​‌​ war with no‌‍‌ titles or ranks!”⁠⁠

“Weren’t‌ they the same​‌ ones begging Heavenly​⁠ Sword not to‌‌ punish them? Now‍ they think they’re​​ hot stuff just‍ because they’ve improved⁠ a little?”

The⁠​‍ voices burned across‌⁠ the table.

My⁠‍‌ patience ran out‌ too. The uproar‌ ended the moment‌‌‍ I stood up.​‌

Several‍ staff members collapsed⁠‌ into sudden sleep.‌⁠

I am that man.​ The one who‌‍​ guarantees the staff’s‌‌​ right to rest.‌

“Um…​ Mr. Heavenly Sword…”‌​

President‌​‌ Sung looked at‌​ me cautiously.

“You’re‍​⁠ not going to‍ head over there‌‍ directly, right?”

“…”‍​⁠

“Why‌‍‌ are you staying‌‌ silent?”

“…”‌

“You’re⁠‌⁠ not actually going‌⁠ to do it…‍⁠ are you?”

“…”​‌⁠

“…Excuse‌ me?”

“…”‌‌

The⁠‌ chair tipped backward.⁠​

“It’s‍​⁠ settled.”

Without‌​ another word, I took my sashimi⁠⁠‌ knife.

Not‍​⁠ even Sung’s desperate‍‌ pleas could stop​ me.

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