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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 372: Graduate Program at Joaquin (1)

Chapter 372: Graduate Program at Joaquin (1)

The‍ Heavenly Sword brandished⁠ his blade.

But‌​‌ only against empty⁠ air.

That⁠​​ was it.

Creak.​‌​

The​ groan echoed repeatedly⁠ in Garyeon’s ears.‌⁠ She swallowed dryly.‍

She⁠ didn’t need to⁠ see it—she could‍‍⁠ imagine the emperor‌​ clutching his eyes⁠‍ and groaning. (After‍​ all, he always⁠‍⁠ wore a patch,‌‍ so one tends⁠ to imagine a certain image.)

Garyeon‍‍​ felt a strange‍‍‌ sensation. She’d served‍‌ the emperor for⁠‌‍ more than ten‍​ years.

In‍‍‌ all that time,‌⁠​ had he ever‌‌ shown such clear⁠‌⁠ signs of life?‌ He was a man so mechanical,‌ it seemed he​ didn’t even blink.‍

But‍⁠ now, he was‍ panting. Even though⁠ his breath traveled⁠​ across the sea‍ through the “Transmission​​‌ Blessing,” his agitation​‍ was palpable.

“It’s⁠‍ nothing important. I just severed the​ connection between this⁠⁠‍ knowledge and the‍‍​ Infinite Library.”

“…Ah,‍‍‍ uh… hmm.”

What‌⁠‍ is he talking‌⁠ about? Garyeon looked​ bewildered, her cracked‍‍‌ lips moving wordlessly.‌⁠

Kang‌ Geom-Ma offered no‌‍‌ further explanation. He‌‍ knew that no⁠⁠‌ matter what he‍ said, she wouldn’t‍ understand.

Garyeon​ shifted the focus.​​​ She had deliberately​ revealed the conversion​​ of the Black‍ Dogs to the​‌⁠ light to the⁠ Heavenly Sword.

‘She‍‍ must have wagered‌ her life.’

So,‌ if he gave‌ no explanation…

Hmm.‌

How​​ to put it?​

‘Wouldn’t‍ that be a bit too rude?’⁠​

A slight twinge of⁠ guilt struck her⁠ chest. So she‍⁠ subtly filtered the⁠ effect of the‌⁠⁠ Sword God’s blessing.⁠‌

‘Whether‌ he accepts it‌‌‌ or not is⁠ up to him.’​‍

Kang⁠‌ Geom-Ma sheathed Murasame‍⁠⁠ at his waist.⁠​

“Just⁠ in case… what’s​​ the code to​‍​ these suitcases?”

“It’s…‍ 0000.”

“I‌‌​ knew it.”

“…!”‌‌

Garyeon​​⁠ shivered. Unfamiliar with⁠‌ the concept of⁠‍ a “default password,”‌​ she was genuinely‌‍ startled.

Later,​ upon reflection, she‍‍‍ would realize it‍‌‍ wasn’t such a big deal.

But​ under the circumstances…⁠‍⁠

‘The⁠ Heavenly Sword is‌‌ a hero who,‍‍​ with a single⁠ slash, struck His‍ Majesty across the‍‍⁠ continent…’

She⁠⁠ could only peek‍ at that thought‌‍ as if stealing‌ a bite of‌ someone else’s ramen.​⁠

‘Can⁠ such a person⁠⁠⁠ even be called​‍ human?’

People​‌ revered and feared​‌ the Heavenly Sword⁠​‌ like a demigod.⁠ In terms of‌⁠​ sheer strength, he‌ truly was one.⁠‍​

Garyeon⁠ wanted to add‍‍‍ her own reflection.⁠‌​

Kang‌ Geom-Ma wasn’t “tough‌​​ on the outside,⁠‍‍ soft inside.”

‘He’s‍‌ tough inside and⁠​‍ out (5 mm‍ each).’

A perfect embodiment of‌​‍ his name!

Garyeon​‌​ sighed with admiration,‍‌ trying not to​‌ show it. Her‍​⁠ mind started sparking⁠ with wrong ideas‍⁠ triggered by that⁠​ “0000.”

She⁠ even subtly removed‌ her patch.

‘To‌ hide anything from‍ the Heavenly Sword⁠⁠ is blasphemy.’

Internally,‍ Garyeon began seriously⁠ considering joining the‌ Heavenly Divine Cult—devoted⁠​‍ to worshiping the⁠ Heavenly Sword.

Whether​ he cared or‍⁠‌ not.

Clack,‍⁠⁠ clack.

Kang⁠ Geom-Ma was opening‍‌‌ the suitcases one‌⁠ by one. The‍ smell of mold​ hit his face.⁠

He‌⁠‌ pulled out a book and dusted⁠​ it off. Opening‍​ it at random,​ it contained exactly​‌ the knowledge he‌ had requested.

Flap,‌​ flap.

The​ pages turned smoothly.‍‌​ As they were‍‌⁠ dry prose records,‌​ they would need‍‌ additional processing.

‘Editing‌​ these books will​⁠​ also be part⁠​​ of the graduate​ prep work.’

Naturally,​ the job of‌‍ organizing this information​⁠ into textbooks would‌⁠‌ fall to Choi⁠​ Seol-Ah. There was​‍​ no other reason.⁠⁠‌

After​ all, wasn’t Seol-Ah​​‌ an expert on‍‍⁠ NouTube?

‘Choi⁠ Seol-Ah, accept your‍ original sin.’

Once‌‌⁠ a grad student,​‍‍ always a grad⁠​​ student. She had⁠‍‍ muttered that with​‍ a scowl just‌‌​ before parting with⁠‌‍ Yu Sein.

***‌‌‍

I was deeply immersed​‌‍ in reading, which⁠⁠ was unusual for​‍​ me.

I’m​⁠ aware that I’ve​ possessed another’s body.​​‌ Even though this⁠​‌ world isn’t strictly⁠ just a video‍‌‌ game, it still‌⁠‍ follows a timeline‌ based on one.‌‍

And​⁠ my advantage still⁠​⁠ stands—basic knowledge of⁠‍‌ Miracle Blessing M.⁠⁠ Though I quit⁠ the game halfway,​ I’d read all⁠​‌ the endings and‍‍ lore on Kkamuwiki⁠‍ out of curiosity.‍​‌

“This⁠ magic here is‌‌ part of that⁠‍ too.”

—————‌‍

8.​ Configuration

◈ For more details,‍ see the configuration​⁠‌ page of Miracle‍​ Blessing M.

I used to read‍ it before bed.‍‍ It was my​‌ favorite game, so​‌ I was interested‌ in its lore.​‍‍

‘Though‌​‍ it wasn’t fully‌​ written in detail.’​​⁠

By‌‌​ the way, heroes‍ have no training⁠‍⁠ in magic. Institutions‍‌ like Joaquin Academy‍​ don’t teach it.⁠⁠

Because​‌⁠ it’s considered unnecessary—or​ even if explained,‍‍⁠ there’s no effective​​ way to counter⁠​ it.

“And‍​⁠ those few who‍⁠ supposedly know it…”​​

Turned⁠​‌ out to be‍​ villains. But due‌ to their awful‍‌ personalities, they became‍ critically endangered.

Who?​⁠‍ Me.

The‌‍ only survivor is‍ Choi Seol-Ah. Maybe​‍‌ there are others‍‍‍ hiding like rats,​​ but no one⁠​‍ matches her level.​

“All​ the corps commanders‍​ died, except Lycan.​ There are virtually‌‌ no demons left‌⁠ to form contracts.⁠ And dragons—the highest-ranked‍ demons—have no interest⁠ in the human⁠ world, except for‍ Horntail.”

There’s​‍​ no one to‌ replace that information.​‌ It’s clear Seol-Ah‍⁠ is the best‍‍​ one to verify​​ it.

Even‌​​ so, I thought‌ it’d be good⁠ to check some​​‍ things myself first.​⁠

And​‌​ in the end,‍⁠‍ that judgment proved​‍ correct.

“This⁠‌ is pretty good.”‍‌

I closed the book​⁠​ and looked at‍ Garyeon. She stood⁠‌‌ with her hands​‌ neatly folded.

“Why‌‌‍ did you take‍​ off your patch?”‌

“Because⁠ I don’t want⁠⁠ to hide anything—not⁠‌⁠ even what’s on⁠‍⁠ the ceiling. And​ if you’d like‌​ me to show‍‍ more…”

“Please⁠​ stop saying things⁠⁠ like that!”

It‌ was just then⁠ the reception room‌ door opened. The⁠⁠ sound of high‌ heels echoed ominously.⁠‌

Ryozo,‌‌‌ with her petite‍⁠‍ face and eyes‍‍ glittering like crystals‍​ carved from ice,‌‌‍ blue as silence​ itself. Abel, her​⁠ skin pale and‍​‍ translucent, with visible‌‍ veins.

My​⁠⁠ two wives entered‍⁠ quietly.

Garyeon‍⁠​ froze. Her body​ stiffened in shock.​‌

First,‌​⁠ because of their‍ appearance. Then, because‌​ of their status.‍‌⁠ And they weren’t​‌ even using their‌‍ personal licenses!

Still,​‌‌ Garyeon had served⁠ the emperor for‍‌ a decade. Her​​‌ twitching eyelids quickly‌‍ settled.

“It’s​‍‌ an honor to​​‍ meet Director Saki‌​‍ Ryozo of Joaquin​⁠ Academy, daughter of‌​​ the Absolute Archer,​‌ and Lady Abel​‌ von Nibelung, flower‌‍‌ of the hero‍‍ society.”

Garyeon​‌⁠ used the most⁠‍ refined formal speech‌‍‌ possible.

“……”​‍

“……”​

Even‍‌⁠ so, Ryozo and​‍ Abel kept their‍​ expressions cold. Garyeon‌ grew uneasy, wondering‍‍ if she had‌ made a misstep.⁠‍

The​ two scrutinized Garyeon‍​ as if assessing‍ her. Then, at⁠ my signal, they​‌‌ shifted their demeanor.‌⁠‍ I, out of⁠ habit, took a sip of pear‌ juice.

“How‍​ nice. You’re from​⁠ the Imperial Palace,⁠⁠ right? It must’ve⁠‌ been a long​​ journey.”

Ryozo‌‍⁠ extended her hand⁠‍‍ for a handshake.‌ Garyeon accepted it,‌ slightly awkwardly.

“It’s‍‍⁠ not something the‌ Director should worry‌‌​ about, but I appreciate the hospitality.‍⁠ Thanks to your​⁠⁠ kindness, Joaquin’s future​ seems even brighter.”‌

“The‌‍ honor is yours‍​⁠ as well, Officer​ Garyeon. I’m sure‍⁠​ the Palace recognizes⁠⁠ your talents. As​⁠​ Director, I apologize‌‌ for not offering⁠ a more proper‍​ welcome.”

Abel⁠ chimed in.

“Ryozo,‌‌ shouldn’t we offer‌‌ her something special?‍⁠ According to noble‍‌‍ etiquette, it would‌ be shameful to⁠ treat a Palace⁠ guest coldly.”

“Indeed,‍‌‌ very true.”

Ryozo​‍ nodded like a wooden doll.

“We‍⁠​ can’t let such​‍​ a remarkable guest⁠ stay in an​ ordinary room. Why​ don’t we go‌‍‍ to our favorite‌​ seafood restaurant?”

“U-um…⁠‌‌ I…”

Faced‌ with such excessive​⁠​ kindness, Garyeon didn’t‍‌⁠ know where to⁠ look. She smiled⁠⁠​ awkwardly and glanced‌​‍ at me—only for‍⁠ me to look⁠ away. I was‌​‌ also mentally parched.‍‌

“I‍​⁠ sincerely appreciate it,‌⁠ but… I’m afraid‌⁠ I must return‌ to the Imperial‍⁠‌ Palace at dawn.​​ I apologize…”

“Oh,‍ I see. No⁠ worries at all.”‍‌‍

“Of⁠‌​ course, Ryozo. She​‌ works for the​⁠​ Palace. She must‌ have many pending‍​ matters.”

Wow.‌⁠‍ I could taste⁠​ the charcoal in⁠‍‍ the air.

They⁠ say even hell‌ has hierarchy. My​ sashimi skills can’t‌‍ compete with this.‌

“I​‌​ sincerely thank you.⁠​ Every member of⁠‍‍ Joaquin seems to⁠⁠ embody the spirit​ of a hero.‍‌ I must reinforce⁠ training at the‌‌⁠ palace when I return.”

Garyeon‍ subtly adjusted the​⁠‌ ribbon of her‌‌‌ patch. The gazes⁠​⁠ fixed on her‌‍ now turned toward⁠‌‌ me with intensity.​‌

And​‌​ the one who​ broke the silence‌‍ was—

“I’m‌‌ really curious… how⁠ exactly did we‍ set an example⁠‍ as heroes?”

Of‍​ course, it was‌ Ryozo, in her‍ usual sarcastic tone.⁠​‍

“The‍ Heavenly Sword displayed⁠ extremely aggressive behavior…‌​​ in the best⁠⁠ sense, of course.”​‍‍

Garyeon‌ responded calmly. Covering‌ her eyes gave‌‌‍ her a certain⁠‍ advantage when speaking.⁠

“How⁠‌ kind of you‌ to interpret it‍ that way.”

Abel​‌ commented disdainfully.

“The​‍ strange thing would⁠‌ be for someone⁠⁠ to speak ill⁠ of the Heavenly⁠‍ Sword. I know​⁠ there’ve been rumors⁠⁠​ lately, but those⁠⁠ who think like​⁠​ that are simply‍ shortsighted.”

The‌ official’s sharp tongue‌‍​ wasn’t adorned with‌⁠​ gold, but with⁠​ pure survival instinct.⁠​‌ Garyeon continued.

“And,‍ well… what can⁠​ I say? The⁠ Heavenly Sword possesses​​‌ all the virtues​⁠ a true hero⁠​ should have. So‌‍ perhaps there was‌‍‍ a bit of‍‌ involuntary admiration…”

“Virtues⁠ like a passion​​‌ for women?”

“That⁠⁠‍ too… huh?”

“Eh?”‍‌‍

Oh​​ no! Garyeon had⁠ stepped on the‍​‌ hidden mine in​‌ Ryozo’s comment.

“Ah,‌⁠ n-no, that’s not‍ what I meant…”⁠‍

“Just‍​ kidding, just kidding.‍⁠‌ Hahahaha.”

“Ha-ha…”​

“Does​‍ it seem like‍ a joke to​ you?”

“…”⁠‌

The‍‍ interrogation, full of⁠ subtle jabs, lasted‌​ about another hour.‌‍

Although‍​‌ she’d said she’d​‌ stay nearby for‍‍ the night, Garyeon‍ ended up calling‌‍ for the imperial​ emergency aircraft. Night⁠​​ flying was dangerous—but‌‍​ less so than⁠ the aura of‍​‌ Ryozo and Abel.​

Once‌⁠​ Garyeon left, I was detained for⁠‍ another five hours‌ in that room​ for what was‍ essentially a hearing.⁠⁠⁠

At‍‍ least, since I hadn’t done anything​⁠ blameworthy in the‌ eyes of the⁠ “Palace,” I was⁠‍ granted absolution.

“You‌ know I love‌‍ you, right, Geom-Ma?”​​

“My​​​ Geom-Ma would never​ do such a thing.”

“…Yeah…”⁠

Ryozo⁠⁠‍ and Abel clung​⁠ to my arms⁠ on either side,‌​ resting their heads​⁠‍ on my shoulders.‍ In that moment,‌ I thought:

‘So‍​ this is what⁠ it feels like‍‍‌ to be a grad student trapped⁠‍​ by their advisor…’‍‍

I finally understood why‌​​ Choi Seol-Ah fled‍ so desperately from‌‌ that life.

Gulp.‌

A shiver ran down‌⁠ my spine to‍‌ my glutes—a zone⁠ of intense nerve⁠‌⁠ concentration.

‘What‌‍ if…?’

What‍‌‍ if my name​‍⁠ ended up recorded⁠‌ among the greatest​​⁠ criminals in the​‍‍ kingdom?

Accused‍‌ of a single​‍ crime: contributing to​‍​ the founding of⁠ the graduate program.‌

I could already hear⁠ the wails of‌‌​ future modern-day slaves,‍ wandering through the⁠ afterlife.

***⁠‍

I had already secured‌‌ the most important‍⁠ resource.

From​​⁠ there, everything flowed‌‍​ smoothly. The next​⁠ day, Abel summoned​​ the president of⁠‌‍ one of Korea’s‍ top construction firms‍⁠‌ to the academy.‍​

Just⁠‍‌ like on Earth,‌​‌ Korea is a global leader in⁠​ the construction industry.​ That’s an undeniable​‍​ fact.

“What⁠⁠⁠ an honor for‌​⁠ us!”

Upon​‍‍ hearing the basic​⁠ plan, the president‌‍ was moved to‌ the brink of⁠‍⁠ tears.

He⁠‌‌ felt proud to⁠ be part of‌ a historic moment.‌‍⁠

“And‍‌‍ about the construction​‌‍ costs…”

“Hmm,⁠​ roughly… this much?”⁠

Pride‌ was one thing,‌ but negotiations were​‍⁠ another. There were​‍‍ no discounts.

“It’s‍​ not a favor,‍​ but we’ll provide‌​⁠ all our manpower.”‍‌‍

“Will‌​​ you charge the​ same?” Abel asked.‌

“We’ll‍⁠‌ cover any extra‌ charges ourselves. After‍‍ all, investing in‍ educational institutions isn’t​​ something we skimp⁠ on.”

Although,​⁠ based on what⁠ they said, the⁠⁠ figures were dizzyingly⁠‍‍ high.

‘They​ really don’t care?’​‌​

Well,‌⁠ either way, the​⁠⁠ idea was to‍ take the money⁠ from the emperor’s​‍ pocket, so the‍‌ hit to the​⁠‌ budget wouldn’t be​⁠‌ too bad.

“We’ll‌​‍ use the best‍‍‍ construction materials. Of‍ course, I promise​⁠‌ the buildings won’t​​⁠ ruin Joaquin Academy’s‌‌ beautiful landscape.”

While‍⁠​ biting into a piece of yokan,⁠ Ryozo said.

“We’ll​⁠ also ensure that‌ the invoices are‍ written in a way that your​⁠​ company can receive​ favorable tax benefits.​‍⁠ So please, prioritize‍ safety, safety, and‌​‍ again—safety in the⁠ design.”

“Of⁠ course. And we’ll‌‍‍ also take aesthetics‌⁠⁠ into account. If‍⁠‌ you’d like, I can present a design proposal right⁠​ now.”

“Please‍ do.”

The⁠‍‌ president moved his​‌ teacup aside and⁠ placed a tablet‌​⁠ on the table.‍‌​ With a tap,‌ it emitted a glow.

A 3D model floated⁠ above our heads.‌ The president asked​​‍ for opinions. Ideas⁠​ were exchanged, and​​‍ as they were‌​⁠ incorporated, the building’s⁠ form took shape.⁠⁠

“Do​ you have any‍ particular building in‍‍​ mind as a reference, Director? You‍ can say anything.‍ We’ll calculate the⁠⁠ budget—so don’t hold​‍⁠ back.”

“…Hmm.‌​​ Considering Joaquin Academy‌⁠ is located here,⁠⁠ I’d like it⁠‍ to have some⁠‍​ Korean elements. But‌‍‌ I’m not sure​⁠​ it would fit‌ well with the​⁠‌ Western-style architecture typical‍⁠​ of an academy.”‌⁠‍

“No⁠‌​ problem. The architectural⁠​ styles of Greek‌⁠‍ temples and traditional​​ Korean houses actually‍⁠ share some similarities.‍​ For example…”

The‍⁠ pile of raw⁠​​ data began to​ take on a more defined shape.‌​ Like clay being‌ molded on a potter’s wheel.

I crossed my arms‍‍​ and simply observed.‍

Though⁠​ I was physically⁠‍ present, mentally I felt separated from⁠ the other three.⁠​

‘How​ curious.’

I suppose the right​ word is strange.‌‌

Ten⁠‍⁠ years ago, in⁠⁠‌ this same place,‍ I was the‍ one being lectured‌⁠⁠ by Media.

And⁠ now, here I am, imagining Joaquin’s⁠⁠​ future alongside Ryozo⁠ and Abel. All​ to honor the‍‍ legacy of my⁠ adoptive father, Balor‍​‍ Joaquin.

‘If⁠ he could see⁠‌ this… what would​‍‍ he say?’

The​​‌ man I knew—he’d‌​⁠ probably grunt for⁠⁠ no reason, like​‍​ always.

And⁠​‍ in the end,⁠‌‌ he’d drop a dry, emotionless compliment.‌‍​ He was the​ typical patriarch unable‌ to be honest⁠‌ with his feelings.​

Maybe‍⁠ that’s why.

I…‌⁠⁠

I longed for a reunion I knew⁠ would never happen.‌⁠‍ I had so‌‍‍ much to tell⁠⁠ him. And things‌‌ I wanted to⁠‍ hear.

Above‍​ all, I wanted‌‍ to tell him‌‌ how I feel‌⁠ now. That thanks‍​‍ to him, my‌ life has meaning.⁠ If I ever​⁠ get the chance,​​⁠ I must say⁠⁠⁠ it.

‘If‍ that chance ever​⁠​ comes…’

As‍‍‌ I listened to​‍⁠ the adults’ conversation,​ I glanced out‌‌⁠ the window. The‌⁠ weather was a bit cloudy today.‍‌‍

Even‍ so, planes streaked‍ across the sky.‍ Contrails tore through⁠​ the dark clouds.‍⁠

And​ the sunlight, pooled‍ behind them, spilled‌‍‌ down on our‌‍ home.

‘Glory⁠​​ to the founding⁠ hero.’

My⁠ heart beat loudly.‌ For some reason,‌ even dimples formed​​ on my cheeks.‍‍

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