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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 328: The Orphaned Flower of the World (2)

Chapter 328: The Orphaned Flower of the World (2)

The‍ partnership between Joaquin⁠ and Parsy Academy‍ was a natural‌‌ consequence. There was‍​ nothing surprising about‍‍ it.

For⁠ more than seven‍ centuries, Joaquin Academy⁠​ had effectively monopolized​‍ hero education, and‍‌⁠ now Parsy dared‍‍​ to challenge that‌ power directly.

Parsy​ Academy, which dared‍‌ to go up​ against the already​​​ dominant Joaquin in⁠⁠ the hero world,​‍ was a textbook‌⁠⁠ example of an⁠​ underdog rebellion—a topic‌⁠ that never failed⁠‍ to make TV‍⁠ stations salivate.

[Joaquin‌ Academy enjoys great​​‍ prestige as the​‍ world’s top institution‌ for training heroes,​⁠‍ thanks to its​​​ long-standing tradition and​⁠ impressive record of​‍ graduates. But that​ doesn’t mean it​⁠ has never had​ rivals.]

For‍​⁠ the past hundred‌‌‍ years, voices had⁠‍ been rising in⁠ the United States,⁠​⁠ calling for the​⁠ creation of their‌ own academy.

Some​‍ politicians even began​ to mobilize around​ the idea.

[Is‍⁠ tradition simply unbeatable?]​‍‌

A panelist threw out‌ the question to‌‍ stir reactions.

[Perhaps‌​‍ due to the​⁠ experience gap, U.S.​‍ educational institutions haven’t⁠ been able to⁠ become a real​‍⁠ rival to Joaquin‌‍ Academy. (••)]

In‌‍‌ short, the results‌‍ didn’t measure up.⁠‌‍

“No‌‍‌ matter how much​​‍ money you throw​⁠‌ at it, talent‌​⁠ doesn’t grow like​‌ mushrooms.”

In‍ this world, money‌‍‌ wasn’t everything. No⁠ matter how rich⁠‌​ you were, you⁠‌ couldn’t buy a “blessing.” That was⁠​ precisely why the⁠ aristocracy didn’t collapse‌‍‌ despite being stagnant‍​⁠ and corrupt—because blessing​‍ couldn’t be bought.‍‍⁠

The​⁠‍ United States was‌‍ still the number​‍​ one superpower. In⁠ this reality, too,‌​‍ it was a young nation.

While​​ Korea boasted a thousand-year history, the⁠‍​ U.S. had only​​‍ existed for about⁠⁠ three hundred years.​

The‍‌‌ nobles who took​‍​ root in America‍‌ were a minority.⁠ They all lived‌⁠​ comfortably in their‌​ own countries and‍ saw no need‌ to start from‍‍ scratch in the​‍⁠ U.S.

It⁠‍‍ was a country⁠ that looked prosperous​ but lacked substance.‍

A hollow nation, like​ a puffed-up candy‌​ with no filling.​​ For someone like⁠ me, who had​⁠ reincarnated, it was​​ an ironic observation,‍‍ but in this‌⁠ world, the U.S.‌‌ had an inferiority⁠​‌ complex toward Korea.‍‌

That’s‌ why they desperately​​ tried to appear‍​ strong.

Rather⁠ than being surprised‍‍ by Korea’s technological⁠⁠ level, what they‌ truly felt was⁠‌ envy. A toxic‌⁠⁠ nationalism.

Only​ this time, that‍ nationalism had been​​‌ channeled in the​ wrong direction.

[Who‍⁠ would’ve thought! The⁠ U.S. has officially⁠‌ announced that it​ will fully support‌⁠​ this academic exchange.‌⁠ Major investors are⁠⁠‍ expected to fund​ the initiative, with‌ a sum totaling⁠⁠​ one billion won!⁠ Not only will‌ the existing prize​ money be increased,​⁠ but the president‍ has even announced‍ his intent to‍​‌ lay the groundwork‍⁠ for this historic​⁠​ first exchange through‍ a representative. (••)]⁠‍

Are‌ they insane? Spending⁠‌‌ that much on‌ an academic exchange?​ If they have⁠⁠‌ money to burn,‍‌​ they should just‍ donate it.

And⁠ calling it “support”​​ was just a label.

“That’s⁠ clearly a direct​ endorsement of Parsy.”​

The​⁠ event would be​​ hosted at Parsy⁠ Academy. They weren’t​‍‌ even pretending—they planned​‍ to pour all‍⁠⁠ the money into‌ that one side.‌‍

[Lastly,‌ this exchange will‌ be broadcast simultaneously‌⁠ worldwide under U.S.⁠‌ leadership. Of note,‍‍⁠ in Korea, our‌​ network NBS holds⁠​⁠ exclusive broadcasting rights,​‍‍ so please… (••)]​​‌

“They’re‍‍ not even trying‍‍ to hide it.”‍‌​

It‌ was obvious they​⁠ didn’t have the⁠ courage to confront‌ me directly. So‍‍ instead, they used​ these underhanded tactics​ to express their‌ dissatisfaction. After all,⁠‌​ the U.S. president⁠ had died a tragic death right⁠​ before the Second‍ Great War against‌ humanity for daring‍​​ to provoke me.‍

[Though‌⁠ Joaquin Academy is‍ located in Korea,‍⁠‍ NBS promises to‌​⁠ ensure impartiality and​ will also provide‌‍ coverage of Parsy…!]​‍⁠

The‍ panelist didn’t even​ pause for breath.‍‍ As I continued‍‍⁠ listening, my blood‌ began to boil,⁠‍ so I turned‍‍ off the TV.‌‌

‘This‌​ has gone completely‍​ off the rails.’‌

It‌‌ was already a large-scale event. But‌ now, it wasn’t‍ just the hero⁠ society watching—the entire⁠‌‍ world was. It​ had turned into​​‌ an international spectacle.‌

Just‌ seeing the reactions‌⁠ from the panelists‌ and the public‌‍‍ made it feel​ almost like the​ Olympics.

‘Damn⁠‍ Americans. Maybe they‌‌ won’t cheat to‍⁠⁠ make Parsy win,⁠‌​ but…’

Their‍‌ desire to see​ Joaquin lose was​‌‌ genuine. That’s why‍​‌ they were shouting​⁠ it from the⁠​‍ rooftops.

It⁠ was a strategy⁠ to divide.

“Most⁠ people will naturally‍ want Joaquin to‍‍​ win.”

They‍ were reinforcing the‌ image of Parsy‍ as the underdog,⁠⁠‌ trying to get‍‌​ the public to​​‍ sympathize.

If‍ Joaquin won, it​ was expected, and‍‍ if Parsy lost,‍​ they wanted to‌​⁠ frame it as⁠​ “at least they⁠​​ fought well.”

That‍ was the general⁠‌⁠ impression left by‍ previous broadcasts.

Crack.​‌⁠

I clenched my jaw‍‍‍ tightly.

“At‍ this rate, Joaquin‌⁠‍ gains nothing.”

‘Should⁠ I just destroy​ it all from‌‌ scratch?’

That​ thought crossed my​⁠ mind, but I shook my head.‍​

“Focus.‌‌‌ You’re not alone‍ in this anymore.”‍⁠

I still carried some​ habits from my​ orphan days. Back⁠​ then, I could‌ do whatever I wanted without restraint,⁠ but not anymore.‌​

Now⁠ I had a family to protect.‌

I stood from my​ chair and pressed‍‍‌ my forehead against​‍‌ the window. As‍‌ I cooled my‌⁠⁠ head, I sorted‌​ my thoughts.

‘Joaquin⁠‍ needs to prepare‍‌ thoroughly, too.’

The‍‌ broadcast had already​‌ gone out, and‍ we couldn’t avoid⁠ the world’s attention,​‌ so even after⁠ the event ended,‍ I needed to‍⁠ make sure everything‌​ concluded in the​⁠‍ best way possible.‌‌​

I stepped away from⁠ the window and‌ dialed a number.‍

“It’s​‍‍ me.”

If‌‌⁠ Parsy and the​⁠ U.S. were going​ to play the‌⁠⁠ money game…

“I​⁠​ don’t need to‌​ explain.”

…Joaquin​‍⁠ would answer with‌‍‌ power and influence.‌‍‍

“Make​​ it happen.”

I,‍​‍ Kang Geom-Ma, who‌‍‍ started as an​ orphan, was now​‌‍ surrounded by people.‍‌

***⁠‌

The​ hero agency representing‌ the United States​⁠‌ of America, Lancelot​​ S.A., also known⁠​ as LANCAM. It’s​ been ten years⁠‌​ since they finally‍⁠‍ broke off their‍ corrupt ties with‍​ political power.

After⁠​ years of being​‍​ pressured by the​ White House with⁠‍ accusations of tax‌⁠‌ evasion, they struck⁠ back with a flawless tax report,⁠ sending everyone packing​ (with the rulebook​​‌ in hand).

Of‌‌​ course, in true‍​ Uncle Sam fashion,⁠‌ they had to​​ pay a horrifying‌ amount of taxes—but‌‌⁠ freedom has a price, and it’s⁠‍⁠ always bitter.

Anyway.‍

Thanks⁠​ to that, LANCAM’s​​​ two franchise stars,​‍⁠ All Mute Elizabeth‌ and “Shaman” Rachel‍​‍ de Mura, began⁠ to shine even‌⁠‍ brighter.

And⁠‌‍ because their chemistry​‍‍ was excellent, their‍‍⁠ popularity skyrocketed. Within‍​ the U.S., they‍ even rivaled the‌ supremacy of the​‌ Heavenly Sword.

Rachel’s‍‍‌ surprise attacks became​‍⁠ part of All‌‌‌ Mute’s daily life.‌‌

“Unni!”‌⁠

Rachel,‌‍⁠ who never bothered‌⁠‌ with silly things⁠‍ like knocking, burst​ in with her​ eyes wide open.‍

Something‍​‍ was off All​‌ Mute had visitors.‍‍​ Three people, in‌ fact—and they were​‌ all familiar faces‌⁠ to Rachel.

“You’re​ always so full‍ of energy, Shaman~”‍‌

Iron‍⁠ Clan Chief Mao‌‍​ Lang, known as‍​ Relentless Iron.

“That’s⁠⁠‌ youth for you.‌ At that age,‍‌⁠ you could eat‍⁠ rocks, right?”

Saki‌‌​ Hina, Japan’s Prime‌‍ Minister and Ryozo’s‌‌‍ half-sister.

“…”‍

Chloe‌ was also part‌ of this impromptu‌‌ summit.

By⁠⁠ the way, Chloe‍ had found major⁠⁠ success in the‍‌ restaurant business. Her‌ business skills were‍​⁠ so sharp that​⁠ she even managed‍ to list her⁠‌⁠ company on the‌​‌ U.S. stock market‍ in a short‍⁠ time.

She‌⁠‍ had every right​‍‌ to be at‌ such a high-level‍‍‍ meeting. In the​​‌ U.S., being rich​‍ is enough to​‍‍ be queen. Besides,⁠‌​ she was part​ of the Auditore‌⁠ clan, so Chloe‌ checked every box⁠ from multiple angles.​‍

“What‍⁠⁠ are you all‍⁠ doing here?”

“We’re⁠ in the middle⁠‌ of a meeting.‍ And Rachel, please…‍ can you knock‍​‍ at least once?”​​⁠ said All Mute,‍ putting her hand‍​⁠ to her forehead,​ exasperated.

“Nya,⁠​ hahaha! I figured​ I’d break the‌ door if I knocked!”

“Excuses.‌ Sit down.”

“No,‌ that’s not the‌ important thing right⁠⁠ now.”

“You‍​ mean the White‍⁠‌ House siding with‍ Parsy?”

Mao​​‌ Lang smirked.

“That‌ slipped out a little too quickly…”‌‍

“We‍​​ all got a call from the​ Heavenly Sword,” said‍ Saki Hina, covering‌⁠‌ her mouth with‌‍‍ a fan.

“If‍‍ it weren’t for‌‌ that, the four⁠​ of us wouldn’t⁠ be here, right?”‍

“What​ the—why am I the only one​‍‌ left out!?”

“Because⁠⁠⁠ you don’t lead‍‍ any organization…”

Rachel⁠ shot a look⁠ at Chloe, who⁠‍⁠ said it matter-of-factly.⁠‍‍

“That​ little squirt has‍ grown a lot.”​⁠

“In​⁠‍ some ways, more‍‍ than you, Rachel.”‌

“……”⁠‍

“Stop⁠‍‍ the drama and⁠‌⁠ sit down already.”⁠‍

Pouting,‍‌ Rachel slumped into​​‍ a chair—her posture⁠‌ a complete mess.‌

“A‌‍ grown woman throwing​‌ a tantrum.”

“She’s‍ only grown physically!”​‌

“And​‍ just her chest.‍ Deep down, still‍ a child.”

“Hey,‌​‌ Chloe!”

After⁠ that mess, some‍​‌ order returned to⁠⁠ the room. All⁠⁠ Mute officially began‍‍​ to speak. Mao‌‌‍ Lang, Saki Hina,​⁠‌ and Chloe Auditore⁠‌ had all received‌ calls from the‌‍‍ Heavenly Sword.

However,‍⁠​ the detailed contents‍‌ were only shared​⁠ with All Mute,​​ who had the‌ most direct connection‍ to the current⁠ situation. There were​ several reasons.

For‌ one, Kang Geom-Ma‌​ had too much‍‍ on his plate​⁠ to explain everything​ in detail to‌‍⁠ all four. Also,⁠‍ among the other‌ three, there would‌​ inevitably be subtle⁠ power plays over⁠ who got called​‌ first.

All‌ Mute wasn’t like‍‍ that. She always‍​ prioritized her company​​‌ above all.

“This‌⁠⁠ is all I was asked to⁠‍ convey.”

“……”​⁠⁠

“……”‍‌

“……”​

In‍​ that solemn silence,‌‍‍ All Mute added.‌​

“It’s‌ not mandatory. Heavenly​‌ Sword said he⁠⁠ would respect each⁠‍ of your decisions.⁠⁠​ He was very⁠ honest about this⁠ being simply a call of destiny.⁠⁠​ So if any‌​ of you feel​ uncomfortable, you may⁠​ step back. You‌⁠ all have great⁠​ responsibilities. Please put​ emotions aside and‍‌‌ respond practically.”

“Japan‌​‌ will follow the‌‍ will of the‌⁠‌ Heavenly Sword,” said‍​ Saki Hina, raising⁠⁠ her folding fan.‌

“The‍​ director of Joaquin‍⁠ is my sister.​⁠​ Keeping quiet would‍‍ only create a vague impression. That’s‍‌ reason enough, isn’t​⁠‌ it?”

“Not‍ bad.”

All​ Mute nodded approvingly.‍​

“The‌⁠ Iron Clan will‍⁠‌ support Joaquin too.”​

All‍​ Mute turned to‍​ Mao Lang.

“What’s‌ your justification?”

“If⁠‌​ the U.S.—now a direct rival—supports Parsy,​‌ then China should​‍ support Joaquin, right?”​‌

“Barely⁠‍‌ acceptable.”

Saki​⁠ Hina and Mao​ Lang cast their​ votes for Joaquin⁠‍‍ and Heavenly Sword.⁠ Naturally, all eyes⁠⁠‍ turned to Chloe.‌

“I…”​‌

What‌​⁠ she said next⁠​‌ left everyone speechless.​‌⁠ Rachel, who was‌‌ sipping a drink,‍​ choked and stared​⁠ at Chloe in⁠‌ shock.

“Cough,‍ cough! Did I hear that right?”⁠​​

“…I’ll⁠⁠‍ do anything for‍ the Heavenly Sword.”‍

Chloe⁠⁠ murmured deeply.

“Anything,​ really.”

Her​‍‍ eyes burned with​ a crimson-black flame.​​

***‌‌⁠

Time‌ passed with cruel‌‍ speed as we‌​‌ prepared under the‍​ public’s gaze. Though​‌ I was busy,​ it was all‍ worthwhile. That was‌‍ thanks to Princess​ Victoria diligently following‍‍ my training plan.⁠⁠

‘I‌​​ thought she’d slack‍‍ off since we​ were in different‍‌⁠ positions.’

But⁠‌‍ the princess was⁠ exemplary as a cadet. Despite a harsh schedule that‌‌‍ would make anyone⁠ complain, she never⁠‍ did. In fact,‍‍ we never had⁠‍​ a single personal‌‍ conversation. We simply⁠ did our duties‌‍ and parted ways.​⁠

Each‌⁠‍ time, Victoria seemed​ like she wanted‍​ to say something.‌ She’d hesitate for‍​‌ a few seconds,⁠ then resign herself‍‍‌ and leave without‍‌‌ speaking.

After‌​ that intense training‍ period, today I recommended she rest.‍​

Though​‌ she refused at​​‌ first, I insisted‌‍⁠ until she gave⁠‌ in. I told‍⁠ her rest is​‍‌ also part of‌ building resilience. She⁠‍​ reluctantly nodded.

“I‍‌‌ told you. No​⁠‌ matter your position,⁠ as a cadet,​‍ you’ve done more​⁠‌ than enough,”

said‍‍​ Ryozo while tightening‌ her bowstring. Her​ eyes remained fixed‌⁠ on the distant‍‌ target.

She’d⁠ occasionally come to‍ the academy’s archery‌ range, saying nothing‌ strengthens the mind‌ like shooting arrows.‍ I get that.‌ I feel like‌⁠​ thorns grow from⁠ my hands if‍‍ I’m not holding⁠‍ a sashimi knife.‍‌‍

Anyway,‍⁠‌ I came here‌‌ partly to see‍ her and to‍⁠‌ say goodbye. Only‍⁠ one peaceful week​⁠ remains—and after that,⁠‌ it’ll be hard⁠​​ to find time.​

During‌​ the exchange, there’d⁠ be a power⁠ vacuum, and Ryozo‌‍ would be completely‍⁠​ busy.

“At​ least until the‍‍‍ exchange ends, she’ll‌​‌ cooperate. After that,‌‍ I don’t know.”‌​​

I spoke from the‍‍ doorway, addressing Ryozo.⁠‍

“How‌‌⁠ are Leon and‌⁠ Abel doing?”

“The‍ second-year cadet under‍ Abel is barely‍‍‌ hanging on. Not‍ much talent, but‌ got picked as⁠ a rep through‌‍⁠ sheer effort.”

“And⁠ Chaerina, your cousin⁠‍‌ that Leon is​‌‌ training?”

“Says‍ she’s doing fine.”​​

Ryozo⁠‍ released her arrow.⁠ It hit dead​⁠ center, vibrating on⁠⁠ impact.

After‌ looking at the‌‌ target for a moment, Ryozo sighed.‌​​ She placed the‌​⁠ bow aside and‍‍ slid to the​‍‍ ground against the⁠ wall.

“In⁠ terms of raw​‌​ talent, that girl’s‍⁠‍ probably even better‍​ than him.”

She‍​ wiped her forehead‍ with her hand.‌​

“…Maybe,​‍⁠ Geom-Ma, your bloodline​‌ is the finest‌⁠​ in humanity.”

I don’t think so.‌‌⁠ Neither she nor​‌⁠ I are anything⁠⁠ more than orphans⁠ of the heavens.⁠‌‌

“…”‍‌

Maybe?‍​

“Come‌‍ to think of‌​​ it, this is‍ where we first​​‌ talked, Geom-Ma.”

Ryozo‌ said suddenly.

‘Now​‌ that you mention‍‍‍ it…’

I remember she skipped‌‍‍ class and was​ napping. Her first⁠‍⁠ words were, “Got‌‌ any yokan?”

I threw a piece‍​ of sashimi at⁠ her while she⁠ glared like I was made of‍‌ sandpaper.

‘I‍ was totally unhinged.’‍

Tonight,‌‍ I’m punching a hole in my​​‍ blanket from the​​⁠ cringe. Ryozo, seeing​‌ my expression turn⁠‌​ ash-gray, chuckled. Then,‌​ scooting only with​​⁠ her hips, leaned​⁠ against my leg.​⁠

“Mom,‌ thanks for worrying‍‌ about me. But​⁠ don’t hate the‌​‌ cadets.”

The‌‌⁠ sunlight lit up‌‍‌ Ryozo. Its rays⁠‌​ gently colored her‌‍‌ face and cast‌ our entwined shadows⁠​ on the ground.⁠‌‌

“Mistakes‌ mean they’re growing.”⁠⁠

“…….”​

She’s‍ right.

“You’re‍‌‍ starting to sound⁠ like a headmaster.”⁠​⁠

“I⁠‌​ learn fast, don’t‌ I?”

Ryozo⁠ tapped her temple,​ grinning. I shrugged​​ and laughed too.⁠​

We⁠ chatted quietly at⁠ the archery range,⁠‌‌ then leaned on⁠‌​ each other and⁠​‌ dozed off. The​‍ spring breeze warmed⁠⁠ the grass and‍‌‌ us too.

It​⁠⁠ felt warm.

At‍ least in this⁠ moment, I felt​‌ like the heavens⁠​ were on my⁠‌‍ side—for real.

***​​‍

One⁠ week later.

Finally,⁠‍ the day of​⁠ the exchange had‌‍‍ arrived.

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