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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 329: Academy Exchange Diary (1)

Chapter 329: Academy Exchange Diary (1)

Being‌ selected as a representative of the‍‍ academy was, without‍​‌ a doubt, an‍​ honor for any​‌‍ family.

The‍ mere fact of‍ having been accepted‌‌ into Joaquin was‌ already enough reason‌‌‌ to gather all‌ the relatives and​⁠ hold a grand⁠⁠⁠ celebration.

Even‍‌‌ more so in​ a noble society⁠ where honor is⁠ more valuable than‌ money.

Being‍⁠ designated as a representative was something‍​‍ one could take⁠ pride in for​ a lifetime—in front‍​⁠ of classmates, family,⁠‍ and oneself.

It⁠ was something that‍​‌ would be mentioned‌⁠‍ for years to‍ come.

“Excuse‌ me, today is⁠ the day of‌⁠⁠ the event. Has⁠ His Majesty said⁠‍ anything…?”

The​⁠​ princess held the⁠ phone weakly in⁠‍ one hand, but‌⁠‌ in her voice​ there was still​‌ a faint glimmer‍‌⁠ of hope.

[“He​⁠‍ said to do​​‌ your best.”]

The⁠‍ response immediately extinguished‍​⁠ that tiny spark.⁠ It came from⁠‍‌ a deputy minister​ of the British​‌ Imperial House—the institution‌‌‌ tasked with assisting‍ the royal family.⁠

The‌ Imperial House was⁠ the only body‌‌ authorized to communicate​‌ among royal family⁠‍ members, by direct‌ decree of the‌ current emperor, Victoria⁠ VIII, who had⁠ declared that he​ would not speak‍⁠⁠ to any of‌‌ his children prior‌ to the succession‍‍​ to the throne.​​​ Officially, it was‍‍⁠ to maintain impartiality.⁠‍

“…I‌⁠ see.”

But⁠‌ Victoria knew the‍‍⁠ truth. Some royal⁠⁠ members still shared‌‌‍ meals with the​⁠‍ emperor. Deep down,‌⁠ she knew she​ was an outcast⁠‍ within the royal​‌⁠ family itself.

[“He‍​‌ also said to‍‍​ always remember your‍ purpose.”]

“My⁠‍⁠ purpose…”

She⁠​ felt her strength‌ fade, to the​​ point that she⁠ nearly dropped the‌‍ phone.

[“Then,⁠⁠ I wish you‍​ the best of⁠‌ luck, Your Highness.”]⁠⁠⁠

The‌ call ended with‍​ a cold and​​​ emotionless farewell.

Victoria‌⁠ stood motionless in‍ the dark room.‌‍‍ Dawn was beginning‌‍ to color the‍‍‍ horizon, and the​​ pale morning light‌ slowly faded in.‍‍‌

She‍ was a figure‍‌⁠ envied by all.​⁠‍ And yet, no‌ one had any​‌‍ expectations of her.‌⁠‌

The‍ morning light reflected‌​ softly on her‍‍​ cheeks. Without using‍‍ a handkerchief, she‌‌ wiped her face‌ with her elbow‍⁠ and began to​⁠‌ get ready.

It‌ was the big​ day.

***‌

It⁠​‍ wasn’t just a chance for glory.⁠ Ryozo had promised​ the three cadet‍⁠‍ representatives that they‌‍ wouldn’t have to⁠‍⁠ take midterms or⁠‌⁠ final exams—practical or​ written—and would still⁠⁠​ be guaranteed outstanding​⁠ grades.

It‍​​ was an opportunity‍‍ to free themselves‌ from the mental‌‌ pressure caused by‌⁠‍ the mere words⁠‍ “written exam.”

Except⁠ for special cases‌ like Ryozo or‍‍ Speedweapon, most avoided‍​⁠ written exams altogether.⁠ That alone was‌‌‌ enough to stir​⁠ envy among many‍ cadets.

But​ no one voiced‌ any discontent. The​ cadets’ trust in‌ Leon, Abel, and⁠​ me was stronger⁠‍ than expected. No‍ one complained about‍‍ the selected representatives.⁠​⁠

In‌⁠ fact, some even⁠ said that if​‍ we were going‍⁠ to represent Joaquin,​ we should receive‌‍‌ even more benefits.‌‌⁠

And⁠‍ I listened to​‍​ them.

“So…‌‌ are you telling‌ me there are​​​ more benefits?”

Speedweapon‍​⁠ looked uncomfortable. For⁠ this exchange, he⁠ had been assigned​‌‌ as the Association’s⁠‌ representative agent.

Even‍ at Parsy Academy,​‌‌ our alumni network⁠ remained active.

‘Looking⁠‌‌ at it that‍​ way, we sound​​ like a corrupt​‍‌ institutional network.’

I brought the espresso⁠ cup to my⁠‍ lips with a bitter smile, moistened‌​⁠ my tongue with​​⁠ the sharp liquid,‌‌ and explained.

“If‍​ you give a good performance during‌‍‌ this exchange, you’ll​​‍ get a meeting⁠​‍ with Lancelot Company.”‍

“As‌​ a cadet!?”

It‌ was a shocking‌ offer. Right now,‌⁠‌ Lancelot Company was​⁠‌ the dream employer​‌‍ for every hero.‍‍​

Not⁠ only did they‍‍ offer sky-high salaries,​‌ but their popularity‍​ would make a Hollywood star blush.​⁠

Now‌‌ that demons were‌‌ no longer humanity’s‍ main enemy, the‍‌ top career choice⁠ for cadets was‌ to join Lancelot​​⁠ Company.

Just‍ a personal comment,​ but I really⁠‍ feel the generational‍‍‌ shift.

In​‌⁠ my day, only‌ the greedy wanted⁠‌‌ to be heroes.‍‍ It’s like when‍​ kids started listing⁠ “YouTuber” instead of‌‍‍ “President” or “CEO”⁠​ under “future career.”‌‍‌

“That’s⁠‍​ implicitly forbidden!”

Speedweapon’s⁠​ reaction was understandable.⁠​

The‍‌‍ Hero Association was‍⁠‍ already facing a severe manpower shortage,‌⁠⁠ and losing talented⁠‍ individuals to Lancelot‍​‌ would only deepen‌ its despair.

“Whose‌‍⁠ idea was this!?”​

“Mine.”‍⁠

That’s​⁠ why I called‌ All Mute.

“…”​​‌

“I‍ know this isn’t⁠‌‍ great news for​‌ the Association. But‌‌⁠ we also need‍ to motivate the‍​‌ cadets, don’t you‍‌ think?”

At​​⁠ my words, Speedweapon‌ muttered,

“If‌⁠‌ it were your⁠‍ cousin Chaerina or‍‌ second-year Ji Changhyuk,‌​‍ I’d get it.‍‍ But I don’t‌​ think that’ll motivate​‍ Princess Victoria. I mean, she’s a princess. She already‌​ has one of‌​⁠ the highest-ranking positions.”‌‌‍

“It’s​​ not just about‍‍ the representatives. It’s​ also to motivate​​⁠ the rest of‍‍⁠ the cadets.”

I responded calmly.

“There’s⁠⁠⁠ no guarantee this​⁠⁠ exchange will be⁠ the last. After⁠‍‍ this, Parsy will⁠ definitely demand more.‍‌ Again and again.⁠​​ And if they⁠ keep pushing, Ryozo​ will eventually cave‍ under the pressure.”‍‌‍

“…That’s⁠‌​ possible.”

“In‍⁠ that case, it’s‍‍ better to start⁠ planning a second‍‌‍ and third edition‌ now. You know⁠ from experience that‍‌ precedent is everything.”‍

I subtly alluded to​‌ the matter of⁠⁠‍ Joaquin’s Council of​‌​ Elders.

Hearing‍​​ that, Speedweapon seemed‍ resigned.

He​ tried to calm‌ himself with a sip of his‌⁠​ iced coffee.

‘This⁠⁠⁠ is the crucial⁠​‍ moment.’

It’s​​ the core of​​​ gaslighting.

“This‍​‌ time we signed⁠ with Lancelot, but‌ next year, let’s​‍ work with the‍‌​ Association. Being a public institution, it’ll​ take you more⁠ time to prepare​​ a benefits proposal,‍‌⁠ right? You have‍‍⁠ a whole year‍‌⁠ to think it‌⁠​ over.”

“President…⁠ you really…”

“And⁠ while we’re at⁠⁠​ it.”

I moved the empty‍ espresso cup aside.‍‌

“The‌ test events for‍‌ this exchange… were‍ they decided by‌⁠ the Association?”

“Hey,‌‍​ no! That would​‍ be cheating!”

I leaned in, shoulder​‍​ to shoulder.

“Really…​⁠‌ I just want⁠ to know. I won’t tell the⁠ cadets.”

“Hey!​‍⁠ President! I didn’t‌ expect this from‌​⁠ you!”

It’s​⁠​ nothing. I’m just​ curious.

I still struggle to‍‍⁠ shake off my‍‍ habits from the​ days I was​​​ possessed—the kind of⁠‍‍ impatient possession that‌⁠‌ always died to‌‌‍ have prior knowledge.⁠‌

Speedweapon‌⁠​ tried his best​​‍ to shake me‍ off. He really‌‍ was a straight‌‌ shooter.

Given‍ how talkative he⁠ usually was, he⁠⁠‌ must’ve been dying⁠‍‍ to spill the‍⁠‍ beans. But his‍​​ professional ethics were‍​‍ unusually strong.

“Really,​‌‌ I’ll be the​​​ only one who‍​ knows.”

So‍​‌ I played my​⁠ trump card.

“I‍ swear to God.”‍

“Hmph…”‍‍

Sorry‌​​ for lying, Speedweapon.‌⁠ I made a silent vow to⁠‌ myself.

“…Haah.”⁠‍

Speedweapon’s‌​⁠ sigh was as⁠ good as consent.‍⁠​

“Fine.​⁠ The first event‍ isn’t a big⁠​⁠ deal even if⁠‍⁠ you know it,⁠⁠ so I’ll give‍​​ you a hint​‌⁠ for just that…”​⁠

“That’s‌‌‍ more than enough.”⁠

Speedweapon‍⁠​ looked around suspiciously—dramatically—then‌​ leaned in and⁠ whispered the test​‌⁠ in my ear.‌‌‌ When he finished,⁠‌‍ I let out⁠‌ a short nasal​​​ breath.

‘What‍‍ the heck?’

Really?⁠⁠ It wasn’t even‌‌ worth knowing?

‘What⁠ a letdown.’

Even​ knowing it, I had no plans⁠​ to share it‍ with the other‍⁠ Joaquin reps. I told you, it‌ was just curiosity.​‌⁠

“The​⁠‌ test itself sounds⁠ fun.”

“Yu​⁠ Sein gave some‍ suggestions.”

I was genuinely surprised​ by the name⁠‌ he mentioned.

“Her?​ Why?”

“She’s‌⁠​ a game addict,‍​‌ right? Really into‌ this kind of‍ stuff. Lately, the‍ Association has been‌‌ interacting a lot‍ with the Outer​‌‍ Cult Order. So‍ we took the​⁠‍ chance to ask‌‌ her for input.”‍⁠​

By⁠‍ that logic, it‍​ made sense.

‘If⁠ Yu Sein had‍ a hand in​ the test, there’s​ definitely some hidden‌ twist.’

I was a bit​​ uneasy because of‍​⁠ the background only​⁠⁠ she and I shared. Even though​ she hadn’t warned‌‌‌ me directly, she‌‌ must’ve had her​‌ reasons.

Even⁠​ as a Saint,⁠‌‍ she takes the⁠​‌ apocalypse seriously.

“Oh.”⁠⁠

Suddenly,​ Speedweapon snapped his⁠‌​ fingers as if‌​⁠ he’d remembered something,​⁠‌ then rummaged through‍​⁠ his backpack and‍⁠‌ pulled out a long wooden box,‌ placing it on​ the café table.‍

“Almost​‍ forgot.”

He‌⁠ wore a satisfied‌⁠‌ smile.

“Old‍‍ man Volundr told‍⁠ me to give​‌ this to you.”⁠‌‌

I also felt a surge of pride⁠​​ in my chest.​‌‍

“He‌ said it’s the‌ masterpiece of his​​ entire life.”

When⁠‌‍ the box lid‍ opened, a radiant‌ light filled the‍⁠‍ café.

***‌‍

“Something​​⁠ good happening?”

“Oh,‍‍ is it that​‌ obvious?”

“…We’re​ family, of course‌‌ I notice. You’re‌⁠ about to head⁠‍ out. Take care⁠‍ of that face,⁠ Geom-Ma.”

“Do​‍​ I really need‍ to hear that‍⁠‍ from you, Director?”⁠⁠

I relaxed the corners⁠⁠‌ of my lips‍ that were threatening⁠ to lift into⁠ a smile. My‍‍ amused reaction seemed‍‌ to amuse Ryozo​‌ as well, who‌‍⁠ chuckled before turning​‍‌ her gaze forward⁠ again.

In​‍ front of us‍ stood the grand‍⁠ main gate of‌‌ the academy’s main‌ building. We were⁠​​ just about to‌⁠ exit the grounds.‍

Beyond‌ that door, a crowd would be‍‌ waiting. On either⁠‌ side of a red carpet, walls‌‍⁠ of people would‍‍‌ be formed—offering their⁠​ blessings to those⁠‌​ proudly representing Joaquin.‍‍​

At​​⁠ least for today,‍ the internal divisions​ within Joaquin Academy⁠‌ meant nothing.

It⁠ was the day⁠ when everyone—teachers and​ students alike—cheered with‍​‍ one heart for​ the three cadets‍‌‌ standing behind us.⁠

As⁠‍ soon as Ryozo,‌​​ leading the group,‌⁠ opened her mouth.‍​‍

“Let’s​‌​ go.”

The⁠‌ double doors swung‍ wide open and​⁠ light flooded in.‍‍ Though it was​ still a chilly⁠​ spring, the warmth⁠‍ of the atmosphere‍⁠⁠ wrapped around us⁠ instantly.

“Let’s‌ go, Joaquin! Show⁠⁠ them what you’re​‍ made of out‌ there!”

“How‌‍ did Parsy get‌ strong? How did​ Parsy get strong?‌‌ How did Parsy​⁠ get strong?”

“I​‍ bet my whole​‍ fortune on the​‍ favorite!”

“There⁠‌ won’t be any⁠‍ annoying underdog rebellion!​ The glory of‌‍ Joaquin is eternaaaal!”⁠‌

Cadets⁠ and professors shouted,‍⁠ tossed flowers at‌ our feet, and​ pushed us forward​ with fervent cheers.‌‍‍

Leaving⁠‍⁠ behind them all—and​ Joaquin Academy—we stepped‌‌ into the subspace​‍ warp.

The‍‍‌ curtain of subspace‌ began to swallow‌‌⁠ our group, one⁠⁠ by one.

***‍​

Dark‌⁠⁠ violet began to‍ creep into the​⁠‌ edges of our⁠⁠‍ vision, and soon⁠ after, the glow‌‌ of the setting‌‌​ sun dyed our‍​ faces.

Ji​‍‍ Changhyeok, eyes slightly⁠ irritated, squeezed them⁠​ shut before opening⁠ them again. His​ eyes widened instantly.⁠⁠

A tunnel unfurled before‌‌‍ us. Like a braided rope, the‌ tunnel extended in​ a continuous circular‍‍ structure.

On‍‍ the floor lay‍ a golden carpet—perhaps‌⁠ even more luxurious‍​ than the last⁠​ one—stretching far into‍​ the distance.

On​‌ either side, a crowd of reporters​‌ fired their camera​⁠‌ flashes incessantly. They‍ looked like hyenas.‌⁠

Among‍‍ them, a few‍⁠‌ clearly belonged to⁠ Parsi’s inner circle.‍‍ Their expressions, full​⁠ of hostility, gave‍⁠ them away completely.​​⁠

“If‌​ they’re going to‌​ show hostility, they​ should do it‍​‍ openly.”

Abel⁠⁠⁠ clicked his tongue.‌​

Leon,​​ with a calm⁠‍ smile, winked at‌‍ me.

“How‍ could they, with​⁠⁠ you here?”

“…”​

Abel‌ muttered something under‌‌‍ his breath and​​ quickened his pace.‌

A sharp pressure pounded​⁠ against our skin‌‍ relentlessly. The cadets‌⁠‍ followed behind us,⁠‌ a bit hunched,‌⁠​ trailing the adults.​‌​ It was only‌⁠‍ natural to feel​ nervous—we were in​​ the heart of​ enemy territory.

‘That‌‍‌ odd one must​​‌ be Chaerina.’

She‌‌​ was watching everything‍ with a curious⁠​ expression, as if‍‌⁠ every detail fascinated‍‍ her.

I glanced away and⁠ fixed my eyes‍​⁠ on the vanishing​ point. In front⁠ of us, just⁠‌ before the opening​‌‌ ceremony, a platform‌‍⁠ had been set‌​‌ up for a press conference.

The‍‌‌ director and staff​ from Parsi had‌‌⁠ already taken their‌ places on the‍‌‌ left side of⁠⁠​ the long stage.⁠

Naturally,‍‌​ we settled on⁠ the right. From‍ Ryozo to Chaerina,​ everyone took their⁠ seats.

The​‌‌ reporters swarmed forward‍ like bees, closing‍‍ in. It was⁠​ a standard press‍​ conference.

The⁠‌ first to speak​‍⁠ was a neatly⁠‌‍ dressed female reporter.⁠

“This​‍ is a historic‌⁠ exchange! I’d like‌ to hear a few words from‌ the director of‍⁠ the host academy,‌‌​ Parsi.”

Microphone‍‌ in hand, Parsi’s‌‌⁠ director lifted his⁠ chin with arrogance.⁠‍‍

“We⁠ are very pleased‍⁠ to have the‌​ opportunity to collaborate⁠ with Joaquin, an‌⁠ academy of great⁠‌ prestige and tradition.‌ I’d like to⁠‌ take this moment‌ to thank Sword‌​‌ Master Abel, who​ was the direct‌‍ cause behind this⁠‌​ encounter…”

Zing.‍

“…And​‍‍ also the Joaquin⁠ Academy and other‍ collaborators. However, the‍ most important part⁠​​ of this event​‍ is that, by⁠‌ opening our doors,‌​‌ Parsi has now‍⁠‍ become an academy‍‌ capable of standing​‍ on equal footing​‍​ with Joaquin after‍‌ ten years…”

With‌ the attention of​⁠ the entire world⁠⁠ on us, the‌‌ microphone passed from⁠‍ hand to hand,‍ guided by mechanical‍‍⁠ gestures and carefully​⁠‍ measured words.

Parsi⁠‌ was doing its‍ best to praise​⁠ Joaquin, but subtly⁠‍⁠ insisted they were​‍⁠ now equals.

With⁠⁠​ billions watching, they​⁠​ couldn’t say just‍ anything. They knew​‌‌ how to weigh‌‌‌ their words.

“We,‌​‌ the Joaquin Academy…”‍‌‌

Ryozo‌‌ began his remarks​ with composure. Joaquin⁠​‌ had to exude⁠ dignity. It was‍ the image the​‍‍ world expected from‌‍ the favorite.

The‍ microphone became damp‌ from saliva, but⁠⁠‌ the eyes of⁠​‌ the journalists were⁠‌​ drying out. There​‍ wasn’t enough provocation.‍​

Then,‌‍⁠ when the microphone⁠ finally reached me,⁠‌‍ those dull eyes‍​ regained their spark.‌‌ Even among legends,‍‌‌ the difference in‍​ attention was palpable.⁠⁠​

It‌ had been a while since I felt so clearly‌​ the weight of‌ my presence. I wiped the microphone‌ with a handkerchief​⁠​ and brought it​⁠‍ to my lips.‍‌​

“Mutual‌‌ respect is important,⁠⁠‍ but I believe​‌ this event is‌‌ also, clearly, a competition.”

It‌⁠ was a warning.‍‍

“Joaquin​⁠​ will not lose‌ to Parsi.”

And‌⁠‌ with that, I threw the bait‍ the reporters, the‌⁠‍ people, the whole‌​ world was waiting‍​‌ for.

“That’s⁠⁠ all.”

“……”⁠⁠

“……”​

“……”​‍

“……”​

The​ silence lasted just‍‍‌ a moment.

Click,​‍‍ click, click, click!‌​⁠

The⁠‌‌ reporters responded with⁠‌ a storm of⁠‌ camera flashes.

The‌ cheers from the‍‌‌ crowd seemed to⁠​⁠ pierce even the‌ lenses.

The⁠⁠ stage was set.‍

Let​‍⁠ the world go‌‍‌ wild.

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