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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 376: Graduate Program at Joaquin (5)

Chapter 376: Graduate Program at Joaquin (5)

I can dress myself.‌‍ Obviously. I’m already⁠​ an adult.

“Geom-Ma,​‍‍ the coat.”

“Oh,‌ the tie first.”​​

“Which​‍ one do you‍‍ think looks better?”⁠⁠

“The​‌⁠ black one.”

From⁠‌ my point of​ view, they’re both‌‍ equally black.

“Urgh.‌⁠ Abel, I’m choking.”‍

“Sorry.‌‍⁠ But bear with⁠ it a bit‍⁠⁠ longer. Today is​ an important day.​⁠‍ If you wear​‌⁠ your tie loose,‌‍⁠ people might say​‌ weird things.”

Glup,‍ I’m suffocating. Abel,‍⁠ unfazed, tightened the‌⁠‌ tie knot even​ more.

‘I​​ know what Abel⁠⁠‌ means.’

Normally,‍⁠‌ I dress quite⁠⁠ sloppily. I barely‌ wear a tie,​‌​ and if it‌ weren’t for Abel​​‍ or Ryozo buying⁠⁠ me clothes, I wouldn’t even bother.‌‌ I’m too lazy.​‍

‘That’s‌​⁠ why I always‌‍⁠ wear the same⁠⁠ coat from the​‌ Seven Stars.’

For⁠⁠ someone like me⁠‌⁠ to appear in⁠‌ public in formal​⁠‌ attire? The inaugural‍‍‌ event of Joaquin’s‍‌ graduate school will​​ feel even more‌‍ solemn.

But‌ even keeping that⁠‍​ in mind—

“There’s‌​​ no choice, Geom-Ma.‍ You’re an adult,⁠‍‍ right? There are​‍ things you don’t‌ like, but you‌‌⁠ have to do‌ them.”

“True.”‍‌

“Still,​​ this is way⁠‌ too fun.”

…She‍ really said it.‌​

‘She’s‌⁠ enjoying this way​⁠ too much.’

I wonder if these‍⁠ two people really‌‌ understand that today‌‍ is a symbolic‌ day. They seem‌ to be using‍ this important occasion⁠‌ as an excuse‍⁠‍ to play dress-up‍⁠⁠ with dolls.

“Ugh.”‍‍

“Huh?”​‌⁠

“M-my‌⁠‌ crotch.”

It’s​⁠ too tight.

If​​ they pull it⁠⁠ up any more,‌​ it’s going to‌⁠ burst!

“It’s⁠‌‌ fine. These things‌ don’t rip for‌​‍ that.”

“And‍‍⁠ how do you‍⁠ know that, Abel?”⁠​

“I‍ don’t know, isn’t​⁠ it obvious? I’m‍⁠‌ your wife.”

“……”‌‌​

The⁠‍‍ adult world is‍​‌ very deep.

I still have a long way to​​ go…

‘Abel’s​ joke level keeps‍‍⁠ rising.’

Is‌‌ she taking private⁠‌ lessons with Shail?​​​ Now that I think about it,​ I haven’t seen​‍ her in the⁠⁠⁠ afternoons lately.

‘The​​ Sword Master uses‌ internet memes, and‌ his granddaughter makes‌ racy jokes… Descendants⁠ of the Sword​ Master. I don’t⁠‍‌ know why the‌⁠​ Nibelung family is​‍‌ so vulnerable in‍⁠ these areas.’

As​‌ I thought that,‌‌‍ I glanced inside.‌‌

A dressing room full‌⁠‌ of full-length mirrors,‌⁠ arranged like a fan. To me,⁠ it’s a torture‍‍ chamber you’d only⁠‌ find in an⁠‍⁠ amusement park.

After‍ hours of adjustments​⁠⁠ in there, Ryozo⁠⁠ and Abel stepped‍⁠‌ back a bit​ to make the‍​ final inspection. “Final”⁠ only from my⁠ wish, of course.​‌⁠

“It’s‍‌‍ not perfect, but​ I think this’ll‌​​ do.”

“Want‍ to turn a little?”

“No‍​‍ reason to refuse.”‍

I spin in place⁠ as instructed.

The​ hem of the⁠​ coat flares out​‍ in a triangle‍‍ and falls behind‍‌ my calves. As⁠‌ soon as they​​ smile, Ryozo and​ Abel go serious​ instantly.

Their‍‍‍ previously radiant faces‍ now reflect pure​​​ dissatisfaction. Ryozo spoke‍‍ first.

“What‌‍​ a shame…”

“Right?‌‌​ I feel the‍‌​ same.”

Tsk.⁠⁠

As‍‍‍ if they genuinely‍‌‌ regretted it.

‘Save​ me.’

I don’t know if​ they noticed, but⁠ they looked at​⁠⁠ each other and​‍ let out a mischievous giggle.

“Since‍‌ Geom-Ma is already​ suffering, should we​⁠ stop here?”

“Hmm.‌‌‍ I’d feel bad⁠‌‌ leaving it like‌‌​ this.”

“True.⁠ Opportunities like this​‍‌ don’t come often.”‍‌⁠

They‌‌​ approach again slowly.‌​ I step back‍ like a rat‌ cornered by cats.⁠‍⁠ But the room‌‌ is small.

Just‌ three steps back‌​​ and the cold​ mirror grazes my‌ nape.

“Hehehe…”‍⁠‍

“It‍‍ won’t hurt.”

A shadow looms over⁠‍ me. The corner​​ of the eye⁠​ in that shadow‌⁠ curves slightly, mischievously.‌​​

Then,‍‍​ the dressing room‍‌ door opened. An‌‌ unexpected savior—Shail and‌‌ Choi Seol-Ah entered.​

“Hey!”‌

Choi⁠‍​ Seol-Ah stepped forward,​ snorting. Her footsteps‌‌ echoed, shaking our⁠ reflections in the​‍ mirrors.

“Now’s‍​‌ not the time‍ to be wasting​ it, you know?”⁠‍

Someone‍ might wonder where‌ this girl gets‌​ so much confidence.‌⁠ Honestly, she’s pretty‌ bold.

But‍⁠⁠ recently, Choi Seol-Ah‍‍ has gained quite​ a bit of⁠‍‌ authority. Her name​‌ appears as an​‌⁠ editor in the‌‍ book Fundamentals of⁠ Magic.

Though‍ thanks to the‍⁠​ dragons, the initiative‌ was hers.

When‍⁠‌ someone gets an⁠ authority bracelet, they‌​ change.

Choi​​‌ Seol-Ah, who used​‌⁠ to crawl around​​⁠ in fear, is‍ now fully committed⁠⁠ to founding Joaquin’s​⁠ graduate school.

Students⁠⁠ will study from‍⁠ a book she‍⁠‌ helped edit. Just‌ thinking about it​‍ fills her with‌ emotion.

With‌ that enthusiasm, excitement,⁠‌​ and a sense‍​‍ of responsibility, she‌‌‌ now dares to‍‌‌ yell even at‌ Ryozo and Abel.‍⁠‍ Is she nuts?​

“Excuse​​ me… Instructor Kim.”​‍

Shail⁠​ couldn’t help but⁠ intervene, placing a hand on her‌ shoulder.

“I⁠⁠ understand how you‌​​ feel, but you’re​ going a bit‍‍ overboard.”

“…”⁠‌

Choi‍ Seol-Ah stared at‍‌ her. Then she‌⁠⁠ snorted so hard​⁠​ her nostrils flared,⁠‍ and walked back‌ to the door.‌‌‍

“Everyone’s‍​ waiting! Hurry up!”‌

The‌‌ door closed. Our‍ dumbfounded faces were‍ reflected in the‍⁠ mirrors.

After‍‌​ a moment, Ryozo⁠​ let out a chuckle.

“Well,​⁠‌ the director herself‍ came to scold⁠‌ us.”

“Cut​⁠​ her some slack.‌​ Instructor Kim has‌‌‍ worked more than​ anyone this time.”‌⁠

“Yeah,​‍⁠ well…”

Ryozo⁠ let it go‍⁠ with a resigned⁠⁠ smile.

“She’s​‌‌ not wrong, but​​‌ she’s not exactly⁠​⁠ right either. It’s​‍ time. Let’s go.”‍

“Yeah.”‍‍‌

Ryozo​⁠ and Abel went‍‍ ahead. I walked​ awkwardly, as if‍ my crotch were⁠⁠ tied with ropes.⁠​

Shail⁠ approached and, only​​‌ with her lips,​ spoke to me‌ in secret.

— In about ten‌​‍ minutes, you’ll get‍ used to it.‌⁠‍

If​ Garyeon has the⁠‌⁠ Blessing of Transmission,‌​ Shail’s style is⁠ talking without moving​​⁠ her lips.

‘Shail‍​‌ doesn’t know what‍ this pain feels‌ like.’

I glanced at her⁠ in response, and⁠​‍ as always, she​‍⁠ instantly understood.

She‍⁠​ had once said​ that maids rarely⁠​‍ go hungry because​ they’re well-fed with⁠‌⁠ “intuition food.”

— It may not‍‌‌ be the same‍⁠ pain, but I always deal with​⁠‍ a similar one.​⁠

‘Similar‍ pain?’

She⁠​⁠ didn’t respond. Only‌​ when Ryozo and​⁠‍ Abel crossed the‌ doorway did she‍‍ show me something.‌

Rustle.‌​

Her‍ clothes brushed her⁠‌‌ skin. Not on‍​​ my side, but‍⁠ the other. The​‌ fabric of her​‍​ skirt rose to‌⁠‌ her hips. From‍ the outside, you‌​ couldn’t tell the​‌⁠ exact texture of​​‍ the fabric.

Even​​‌ so, my pupils‍ trembled.

My⁠​​ eyes were frozen‌‌⁠ in winter.

A crisscrossed plaid pattern‌ up to the⁠‍‌ thigh, a pair‍ of ribbons connecting⁠‍ her shirt to‍⁠⁠ the lower part.‍‍​

A garter belt. It​⁠‍ was my first​⁠ time seeing one‌⁠‌ in person.

— That’s how I store my weapons.‍

She​ had expertly used‍ the mirror’s reflection⁠ angle. Even if⁠ Ryozo or Abel‍⁠ turned their heads,⁠ they wouldn’t see‍‍ a thing.

‘….’‍

— This is our‍ little secret.

The‌‌‍ original is the⁠ original for a reason.

No‌ matter how many​‌​ racy jokes Abel‌‍‌ makes, she can’t‌ beat Shail.

That’s‍‌ not learned. It’s‍⁠ natural talent.

***​​

The⁠⁠ event venue was‌ packed. Joaquin was‍⁠ surrounded by journalists‍‌ who had come⁠‍ from all over​⁠ the world.

‘So​ exhausting.’

Kang​‌ Geom-Ma had never‍‌⁠ gotten along with​ journalists. Not because‍‍‍ they didn’t write​​ praise articles about⁠ him. Not at‍​⁠ all.

‘It’s‍‌‌ because they make‌⁠⁠ up things that‌‌⁠ never happened.’

Most⁠‌‍ of his loyal‍​​ readers often harshly‍​ criticized the press.‌​‍

— Such nerve towards⁠⁠‍ a hero who‍ saved humanity!

However,‌ public opinion is‌‍ like a balloon—where⁠‍ there’s high tide,​ there’s also low​‌ tide. Even if‍ they were a minority, there were⁠‍⁠ always those who⁠ supported the journalists.⁠‌

They‌ were what people​⁠‍ called “irrational critics,”​​ born from fools.‍⁠ Since everyone else⁠‍ treated Kang Geom-Ma⁠ like a god,‌‌‌ these people felt​ an automatic rejection.‍⁠ For example.

✶ Title: The Heavenly‌⁠‌ Sword’s indiscriminate violence.‌⁠‍ No control measures?‍‌

……Comment……⁠‍

【Doesn’t​​ he have a point?】

Honestly,‌​‌ did this journalist⁠‌‍ say anything wrong?⁠ From my perspective,​‍ he’s right about⁠‌ everything. If the‍ CS gets serious​ and starts cutting,​‌ several countries could‍​‌ vanish. Are we⁠ supposed to just​⁠ stand by? Am‍ I the only‍‍‍ one thinking this?‍​‍

ㄴre:[HeavenlySwordFan♥]⁠‌
Sure, another whiner.‍‌

ㄴre:[HeavenlySwordFan⁠​ ♥*******]
That topic is⁠‌‍ so played out.‌‍⁠

【ImNotASlave*******】⁠⁠⁠
I agree with⁠ the above. There⁠‍ are so many​ precedents I can’t⁠ even count them.‍ Because of him,⁠ the nobles can’t⁠‍‍ move a finger⁠⁠⁠ and only tremble.‌‍‌ And how is⁠⁠ that different from⁠‌ a one-man dictatorship?‍⁠‍

ㄴre:[MmAbungf*******]‍‌‌
That’s what we⁠ call cleaning up⁠‍‍ corruption.

ㄴre:[MmAbungf*******]⁠
Did you already‌‌ forget everything the‍ nobles did to‍​ us? lol

ㄴre:[HeavenlySwordFan‌‌‍ ♥*******]
How convenient your⁠ selective amnesia is,⁠‌⁠ haha

【Doesn’t‌‌‍ he have a point?】
In the end,‌‌ just mindless fans.‍​

ㄴre:[ImNotASlave]⁠​
Just from the‌ way you write,​‌ we can tell‍​⁠ your level.

ㄴre:[ImNotASlave*******]‍
Sure, the nobles‌ were tax thieves.​​ But before the​‌‍ CS came along,⁠ they were also⁠⁠ the ones maintaining⁠⁠ the continent.

ㄴre:[Doesn’t‌ he have a point?*******]
And now, if​ we don’t do⁠‌ it, they’ll be⁠ the ones to‍​ ruin it, lol‌

The‍⁠ confrontation between both‍‌ sides intensified. When⁠‍‍ ceremonies ended, journalists‌‌ would throw bait‌​‌ to reignite the​‌⁠ flames.

The⁠ funny thing was,⁠‌ of all the‌​‌ journalists he’d met,⁠ not a single‌ one failed to‌​⁠ show respect for‌‍‌ Kang Geom-Ma.

It⁠‌‍ would have been​‌⁠ better if they⁠ had just spit‌⁠‌ in his face.‍‌ At least that​‍ would have been⁠‍​ brave. Kang Geom-Ma​​​ never wanted to‌​ crush the spirit‌ of journalism.

Even​ though they praised​‍‍ him as a savior hero, behind⁠‌ his back they‌‍ used the three⁠‌⁠ syllables “Kang Geom-Ma”⁠‌ to make profit‌⁠ off misfortune.

‘I‍ can’t keep tolerating‍​‍ this.’

Even​​‍ using a little​ force in front‍‌ of someone made‍ them collapse. He‍⁠​ couldn’t even properly⁠​‌ adjust his strength​⁠⁠ anymore. Kang Geom-Ma’s‌‌​ sincerity had become‌‍⁠ more intense over​ time.

“We⁠⁠ have to ignore​‍ them. What else‍⁠‍ can we do?”​‍‍

Kang‍⁠ Geom-Ma sighed in⁠ resignation. He worried​​‌ that, because of⁠‌​ this constant siege,‌ he might truly​‍‍ lose his humanity.‍

He​​‍ slightly lowered his⁠‍‍ head and stopped‌⁠‌ in front of‌​​ a new building.⁠ Its name Joaquin‍ Graduate Institute.

Its‌⁠‍ structure resembled a traditional Korean palace,‌⁠ but made of⁠‍‌ stone in the⁠⁠​ style of an‍‍ ancient Greek temple.​​

An⁠‌ impressive tower, a seamless fusion of‌‌‌ East and West.⁠​ Under the eyes​⁠ of the world,​‌‍ Ryozo gave the‌‌‍ inaugural speech.

“Before​‌‌ we begin, I would like to‌⁠‌ thank everyone who⁠ has supported us…”‍

The‌​​ journalists clapped mechanically.‍ Ryozo didn’t give⁠‍‌ them a chance​⁠‌ to derail the​‌ speech with provocative​ phrases.

“Education​‍‍ is entering a new stage. We‍⁠ once again express​⁠‌ our sincerest gratitude⁠​​ to all the‍⁠ members of Joaquin‌ for allowing us⁠ to be here​‌⁠ in this glorious​⁠ moment.”

She‍​ then gave the⁠ floor to the‍ president of the​‌⁠ Sacred Studies Association.‌‍⁠ The journalists remained‌​​ silent. It was‍‍​ boring.

After‍ a suitable amount‍​‍ of time had​​​ passed, Kang Geom-Ma‌ stood up. The‌ journalists’ eyes regained‌‍ their shine.

“Thank‌‍‍ you for attending.”‌⁠​

In‌ truth, that was⁠ all he came‍⁠​ to say. The‍ questions would all‍ be the same.​​

Just‌​ as he was‌ about to sit‍ down after that​‌ greeting, a firm⁠ voice grabbed him‍⁠ by the ankle.‌

“I⁠‌ heard that ‘magic’⁠‍‍ will be taught‍‌ at the Joaquin⁠​​ Graduate Institute. They​ say it was⁠‍ your idea, Heavenly​​‌ Sword. Is that​⁠‍ true?”

Interesting.​‍‍

“Since‍‌⁠ it’s an extension​ of the Joaquin​‌⁠ Academy, whose purpose⁠⁠⁠ is to train​​⁠ heroes, teaching a technique used by‌‍ demons might seem‌ unsettling to many.”‌‌‍

I glanced toward a calm-faced woman holding‌ her pen up.​

“If‌ it’s true, could‌​ you give us​‍​ your opinion?”

Murmurs.‌

“Who’s⁠‌​ she? Thinks she’s​‍ the only journalist⁠​ here?”

“She’s⁠ clearly new. Doesn’t‌‌ know time or⁠‍‌ place.”

“She’ll​‌ only learn after⁠‌​ her boss scolds‌​ her badly.”

“The​⁠ most important thing‍​​ in this job‍ is tact. She​‌​ won’t last long.”​‍⁠

Ignoring​⁠ the accusatory glances,‌​ the woman pressed​⁠‌ on.

Amid​‍ the murmuring that‌‌ rose like steam,⁠ our eyes met.‌⁠ Kang Geom-Ma spoke‍ first.

“For​‍ a long time,​ demons were an‍ object of fear​⁠‌ for humanity. And⁠‍ what caused that⁠‍ fear was their⁠⁠ technique—magic.”

The⁠ journalists held their‌​ breath. No one⁠⁠ expected him to‍⁠⁠ answer such a disrespectful question from‍⁠ a rookie.

“But⁠⁠ demons are no‍‍​ longer something to​​ be feared by⁠⁠⁠ humanity. Nor is⁠ magic.”

“Are‍‌ you saying it‌⁠⁠ no longer needs​ to be treated‍⁠ as taboo?”

Kang​​ Geom-Ma nodded.

“Ten​ years is a long time. Of⁠⁠ course, for centuries,⁠‌‌ magic and demons‍‍‌ have been a thorny subject for​⁠ humans. You can’t‌ break a centuries-old⁠‍​ prejudice in just‌‍ a decade.”

The​‌​ journalist eagerly took​ notes. The others‍ finally turned on​‍ their recorders.

“Still,⁠​ we must move​ forward. We must⁠ try to break‌ them. And I believe that change‍ should begin with⁠‍​ educational institutions.”

“Why‍ do you think‌‌​ that?”

“I’ll​ return the question‌⁠‍ to you. Why​ did the Founding‌ Hero create Joaquin⁠​ Academy? He was​‌ the one who‍‌⁠ ended the First‍‍ Great Human-Demon War,‌ wasn’t he?”

“It​⁠ was to prepare​⁠‍ for the conflicts⁠​​ that would come​‍ afterward.”

The​‌ journalist responded without‌‍‍ hesitation.

“But⁠‌‌ back then, demons​‍ were still a threat. As you‍‍ said yourself, currently⁠​​ humanity doesn’t have‍‍ a clear enemy‌ like the demons…”⁠

“The⁠​ Parsy Incident.”

That‌‍‌ single phrase changed​⁠​ everything. The atmosphere⁠​⁠ turned solemn.

“Is‌ there any guarantee‍⁠‌ something like that⁠​ won’t happen again?‌ I think differently.”⁠

“…”‌‍⁠

“Let’s‌ suppose, just for‌‌‍ a moment, that‍‍‌ I wasn’t here.‌‍ Shouldn’t we be⁠‌‌ prepared to survive⁠‍ on our own?”‍​

The​ journalists swallowed like‍⁠ gulping down ice.⁠‍‌ One of them,‍ bald on top,​‌ asked tremblingly.

“Does​​​ that mean… you‌‌⁠ could give up​‌ your duties as‍ a hero?”

“That‍‍ won’t happen. I just wanted to⁠⁠ emphasize how important‍‍‌ it is not‍ to look away⁠ from the current‌‍‍ situation. And also…”⁠

“And‌​ also?”

Kang⁠ Geom-Ma tilted his​​⁠ head slightly. The‌‌ Joaquin Graduate Institute‌‍‍ shone brightly.

He​ looked back at‍​ the journalists and‌⁠​ said.

“The⁠⁠⁠ Joaquin Graduate Institute​⁠‌ will be the⁠​‌ institution that keeps‍ me in check.”​⁠

“I⁠ see.”

The‌‍‍ journalist closed her‍​‌ notebook.

“Excuse​‌ me, what’s your​‌​ name?”

She‌‍ replied with a smile.

“San⁠ Ha-na.”

I see. So that’s‍‍⁠ what it was.‍

Kang‍⁠‌ Geom-Ma turned his​ gaze toward Ryozo‍‍ and Abel, who​ stood behind.

Both‌​ pretended to look⁠​⁠ straight ahead with‍‍‌ indifference.

A moment later—

They‌​⁠ let out a quiet chuckle.

“With‍ me,”

said‌‌​ Kang Geom-Ma,

“All​ of us at⁠ Joaquin will give⁠‌‌ it our all​‌ to make it‌ happen.”

A radiant smile spread‍‍ across his face.‌⁠

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