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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 388: The Unfathomable Abyss (1)

Chapter 388: The Unfathomable Abyss (1)

I thought about acting​ on my own,⁠‍ but Ryozo stopped‌ me. She said‌ that if I had just gotten‌ out of the⁠⁠ hospital, I couldn’t​ go around brandishing‌‌‌ a weapon. With​ that sharp look‍ she gave me,⁠ I ended up​ yielding to her‌ authority.

Thinking‍⁠ about it for‍⁠ a moment, I realized that for‍⁠ the Prime Minister,​ that was actually‍⁠​ the direct road‌‍​ to hell. As​⁠‌ always, Ryozo was‍ completely right.

Rather⁠⁠‌ than become her‍⁠ enemy, I’d rather‍‍​ beg for my‌‍‌ own death.

***‍

From‍ the impression he‍‍‌ gave me, the⁠​⁠ Prime Minister wasn’t​‌ a villain. If⁠⁠‌ he were, Choi‌‍​ Seol-Ah would have‌‍⁠ realized it long‌⁠‌ before I showed⁠‍​ up.

“The‌ Prime Minister must​‍⁠ just be a middleman. Normally, middlemen‍⁠ tend to stay‍‌​ in the gray‍​⁠ area, so I figured he wouldn’t​​​ be a villain.”‍

Ryozo,‍ watching the Prime⁠ Minister in profile⁠ as they put⁠ the cuffs on‍⁠ him, explained it​​ to me.

“The‍ supposed connection between‌​ the military installations​ and the villain‍‌ cells was actually⁠‌ just an assumption.⁠ The important thing⁠‍ was to find,⁠‍‌ among those who​⁠ can move the‍‌‌ armed forces, the‌​ person with the​​‍ strongest motive. That‍‍ was the key‍ point.”

The‍‍ Prime Minister was⁠ very popular among⁠‍ the citizens. He⁠ was registered in​ the Do You‍‌ Know Club. His​‌ political position was‌​ solid.

If​‍ someone from Earth‍‍ saw him, they’d‍⁠ probably find it‌ strange.

On‍‍ Earth, the president⁠ is the supreme​‌ authority, but here,​‍ heroes exist. The‌​ president and the⁠‌​ prime minister monitor‌⁠ each other, sharing‌⁠‍ executive power. For‌‍ an Earthling, it’s‍⁠⁠ a somewhat peculiar‍⁠ power structure.

I don’t know all​ the details, but⁠ I think it’s​ due to the​‍ peculiarity of this‌​ world—the existence of​​‍ “heroes.” The president‌​⁠ is elected by​​ the people, while​​‌ the prime minister‍‌​ is chosen by​‍ the heroes and​‍‌ has a strong‍⁠‌ image of being‌‍​ appointed by the⁠‌ nobles.

This‌‍⁠ Prime Minister was‌ a special case—he⁠ enjoyed a good⁠ reputation among the⁠ nobles and also⁠​ great popularity among‌‍⁠ the citizens. Arresting‌⁠ someone like that⁠ would bring me‌‌ enormous opposition. And‌‌ if I did‌‌​ it for personal⁠‍ reasons—oh, shit.

Before‍‌ getting into the​‍ police car, the⁠​ Prime Minister shot‌ me a sidelong‍ glance.

In‌‍ his trembling eyes‍‍ I could read⁠ several emotions—fear, despair.​​⁠

“It‌ won’t be a life worth living.”⁠‌‍

Ryozo‍​ said it with​​‍ absolute coldness.

“I’ve‌‌‌ already spoken with‍​ the minister—the process‌ of gathering evidence⁠⁠⁠ will be made‌ public in real⁠​ time. Just with‌‍‌ that, he’ll want⁠‍ to die. And,​‍ on top of​⁠​ that, he’ll live⁠⁠‍ with the constant‍ fear of not⁠ knowing when the‌​ Villain Union will‍ come to kill‍ him.”

She‍ was right.

“I​‌‍ think the opposite⁠​‍ of expectation is​‍‌ anxiety. Just like‍​ the emotion you⁠​​ feel before an⁠​⁠ ending, I think‍‌⁠ death works the​⁠‍ same way.”

“…”‌‍

“The⁠‍‌ worst punishment you⁠ can give is‌ to make someone​⁠ live tormented by​⁠ not knowing when‌​ they’ll die.”

That‌⁠ was Ryozo.

“You⁠‌⁠ may think it’s‍‍⁠ excessive punishment, or​​ that it leaves‌ a bad taste‌ in the mouth,‌ but given the⁠‍ current public opinion,‌ it’s the best⁠‌⁠ option.”

“I​​⁠ know. Thanks for​⁠ always thinking of​‍ me.”

My‌ smile made Ryozo​ form a small‌ one of her‌​‍ own. I smiled​ too and looked‌⁠‌ away.

Mmm.‌‌

Watching‍​‍ the Prime Minister’s⁠ back, I let‍ out a sigh.​ And no, it⁠ wasn’t just because​ a member of‌ the Do You‌​ Know Club had‍⁠ fallen—though, actually, yes.‌⁠​ It was painful.‌‌‍ That someone who⁠⁠‍ had raised Korea’s⁠​ prestige turned out⁠​‌ to be a traitor—rather than anger,‌ what I felt⁠ was pure disappointment.⁠⁠

“Then⁠ we’ll proceed with⁠ the transfer.”

The‌⁠‌ Minister of Planning‌ and Finance informed‍‌ us with a forced smile. With​‍ those half-closed eyes⁠ and uneven beard,​ he wasn’t exactly​‍​ someone I’d trust‌ at first glance.‍

“Yes.‍‍ I’m leaving it​​ in your hands.‌ I know it‍‌ wasn’t an easy‍ decision, so thank‍ you, Minister.”

“Hehe,⁠ thanks to you.”​

The‌‌ police took him​​​ away and we⁠‌⁠ watched as the‍‌ red and blue⁠‌ lights receded. The‍ Academy members passing​‌ by began to​ murmur, but the‍ secretaries from the‍‌ director’s office, as⁠‍ if they’d foreseen‌ it, quickly contained​⁠⁠ the commotion. Just⁠​ how much had‌‍ Ryozo calculated in‍⁠‍ advance?

Shortly‌⁠​ after, as the‍‍ tension began to⁠‌ dissipate, Ryozo spoke​ again.

“At​ first glance he‍⁠ seems like a sycophant, right? But​‍ the curious thing‍ is that the‍‍‍ minister didn’t ask⁠‍⁠ me for anything‌​​ at all.”

“Giving​ him the pretext​ to bring down​‌​ the Prime Minister‌ must be the⁠ greatest gift for‍‍ him.”

“…!”⁠‌​

Ryozo⁠ turned to me‍‍‍ in surprise.

“Did‍‍ you study on‌ your own while​‌⁠ you were in⁠‍​ the hospital?”

“No,​ but you know​⁠‌ what they say—old⁠ dog that lives​​‌ near the school​​⁠ learns poetry. Being⁠‌⁠ by your side‍​⁠ has taught me‌‍ and made me⁠‌‍ realize a lot‍‌ of things.”

“Hmm…‌ I feel good,⁠ but also a bit uncomfortable.”

“And⁠‍⁠ why’s that?”

Ryozo​⁠ hooked herself onto​‍ my arm. If‍‍‍ it weren’t for‍ the curious stares,‌ it would have‍ been a pretty‌​⁠ heated scene for⁠‌ broad daylight.

She⁠ stayed close to‌ me for a few seconds and⁠ then spoke.

“It’s‌‍‍ just that I want to be‍⁠ useful to you,‍⁠‌ Geom-Ma, even if⁠ it’s in this⁠‌ way. But if​‍‌ in these things‍‍‌ you also do​⁠ everything yourself, I feel like my‍ value as a person is diluted.”‍

“Ryozo.”‌‌⁠

I moved her back‍ a little and‌‌ took her by‌‌ the shoulders. Her⁠⁠ torso trembled slightly,​ and that tension‍⁠ traveled from my‌​ hands to my⁠ heart.

“I‍ don’t like you‍‍ or Abel for​⁠⁠ what you’re worth.‍‌​ I like you⁠ just because. You​‍ don’t need to‌⁠​ prove anything to⁠⁠⁠ me.”

I knew Ryozo’s past.⁠‍‌ She grew up⁠ under Saki Kojima’s‍⁠‌ constant testing, having⁠‌​ to prove her⁠‌ worth to survive.⁠​ Because of that,​‌​ she even had‍⁠ to part from‌‍ her mother Cynthia.⁠‌

“The⁠‌ day we went⁠ to the dungeon,‌​ you told me‌⁠​ you didn’t like​‍​ the Seven Star​‌ heroes.”

“Yes.”‌‍

“I’m​⁠ not like my‍‍ father-in-law.”

Ryozo⁠​​ looked at me‌⁠​ for a moment‍‌​ and then threw‍‍ herself into my‌​​ arms. She rested​‌ her face on‌‌​ my chest before⁠‍‌ slowly pulling away.‍‌⁠

“Even‌ so, I’d like‍ you to trust​ me more. To‌ trust us.”

“I⁠ will.”

“Just‍ words?”

“Hmm.”​‍​

As⁠ we spoke, we⁠‍ headed somewhere else.⁠‍ Ryozo had a mountain of work⁠ and I also‍‌ had to tend⁠‍ to my own⁠⁠⁠ affairs. At the​ very least, I had to show‍​‍ up at the‌‍ graduate school after‍‍ being discharged. And‍ while I was​​‌ at it, visit⁠​​ Choi Seol-Ah.

“Trust​‍ me with something‍‌⁠ for real!”

Ryozo​ puffed her cheeks,‌​ demanding an answer.‍ I scratched my‍​ eyebrow.

“Then…​​​ teach me to‍⁠‍ play chess.”

I blurted it out‌​ without thinking too‌‌‍ much, but the​‌ truth was I wanted to learn.⁠⁠‍ It seemed fun.⁠⁠‌ However, Ryozo hesitated⁠⁠ with an uncomfortable⁠⁠‍ expression.

“The‌‍‌ truth is… I don’t know how⁠​ to play chess.”⁠‌

“What…?”‌

“Then​ that earlier…?”

“I⁠⁠​ took and analyzed,‍ in my free‍ time, all the⁠⁠‌ previous matches the​​ Prime Minister played‌ when he was⁠ still active. They​⁠ were around 1,300‍ games. Even so,‍ it only took​⁠‌ me a second​ for each, so‍ it wasn’t a big deal. Looking⁠​⁠ at them, you⁠‌⁠ can see a pattern.”

“You‌ beat the Prime‍‌​ Minister just with​⁠​ the pattern? Without‍⁠‌ knowing the rules?”​​‌

I was speechless. I couldn’t think of‍‌ a proper comparison—it‌⁠‍ was like solving​‍⁠ a hard math‍‍⁠ problem just by‌ looking at its​​‌ shape, without knowing‍​​ how to add⁠‌⁠ or subtract.

“Finding⁠ the answer in‌⁠ prior material is‌⁠​ my specialty.”

“That’s​ expert level…”

“If⁠⁠ you ever face⁠ an obstacle that‍⁠​ seems impossible to‍​⁠ overcome, consult me.‌​ As long as‌⁠ there’s prior material,​‍ I can find⁠⁠​ the answer for​⁠‍ you.”

“Even‌ if the odds‍‌‍ are absurd?”

“Yes.”‍

Ryozo‌⁠ nodded with determination.​​‌

“Even‌​⁠ if they were‍‍ almost infinite. If‍​‌ it’s for you.”⁠⁠

***‌‌

It‌​⁠ had been a long time since‍ the so-called “golden‌‍⁠ generation,” a crucible‌​ of geniuses that‌‍‌ might only be‌ born once or‍​ twice in a century. And now,⁠ a new cadet⁠ had shaken up‍⁠ the first year.​‍

There​ was no need‍‍⁠ to say who⁠ Chaerina was—publicly announced‌​⁠ as the cousin⁠‍ of Kang Geom-Ma,‌ the Heavenly Sword.​​‍

She⁠‍ didn’t carry the​‍‌ “Kang” surname because⁠ she was related​ through her mother’s​⁠‌ side. And judging‍‌ by her looks,‍ that part of⁠ her heritage also‍ seemed maternal.

Chaerina’s‍‌‍ face brought together​ every element of‌ beauty that existed.‌ Kang Geom-Ma was‌ a very handsome‌​ man, but in‌ his case, his‌⁠‌ gaze slightly lowered‍⁠‌ his score.

She,​⁠⁠ on the other​⁠ hand, had black⁠​​ hair and black‍‍ eyes, without a single flaw, with‍⁠ a face of​‌ flawless beauty. To‍‍ that, she added‍ overwhelming skill.

As​⁠‌ expected from her​⁠ family, she primarily​⁠‍ used dual swords.​‌⁠ Her skill was⁠ such that among‍‌ the instructors there⁠⁠‍ was a rumor⁠ she was the⁠ reincarnation of Abel,⁠‌ the Lady of⁠ the Sword.

For‍ both the cadets‌ and the staff,​​ Chaerina was a subject of maximum⁠ interest.

***‌⁠‌

“Ah,⁠ damn it…”

A male cadet shook‌​ his leg nervously⁠ as he stared​ at her. His‌‌ friends laughed at⁠ his jitters.

“Hey,‌​ are you gonna‌⁠⁠ start an earthquake​⁠​ with that shaking?⁠‌ Why don’t you‌‌ shake your danjeon‍ too while you’re‌‌‌ at it?”

“Go‍ confess already so​‌‌ she can reject‍​‌ you. What will‌ you do if⁠‌ our precious Rina‍‍​ wears herself out​‌​ from having to‍ keep rejecting you?”‍‌​

“Shut⁠​⁠ up!”

The‍‍‍ boy ground his‍ teeth.

“You‍‍​ think I like‌‌ being like this?‌‌ It’s because people⁠‍ confess to Rina‌ every hour—it’s driving⁠‍‌ me crazy!”

“Not‍ every hour—ever since⁠‍ the exchange with​​ Parsy, it’s almost​⁠ every minute. And‍ you, Jaewoo, you‍‍‌ just don’t want‌‌ to lose, so‍⁠​ you don’t even‍​‍ try.”

“You​⁠‍ wanna keep provoking‍⁠ me?”

His​‍‍ friend B grinned‍‌‍ maliciously.

“Then‍‍​ do it. Act⁠‌‌ like a hero,​ not like someone​‌​ shaking in fear‌‍‌ that Rina will⁠⁠⁠ get a boyfriend.”⁠‍‌

“Exactly.⁠ And careful—if you‌ keep shaking like​​ that, something else‌‌‍ might fall off.‍ To confess to‌‌ Rina, you’ve gotta⁠ be a man.”‌‍

“So‍⁠ what? Even some‌ girls confess to‌ her.”

“Yeah,​‍⁠ but they mostly⁠ do it to⁠‌ meet the Heavenly⁠ Sword rather than‍ for her herself.”‌⁠‍

“Exactly.”‍‍‌

Maybe⁠​ out of irritation⁠‍​ from all the⁠​⁠ chatter, or to​⁠ divert attention from⁠‌⁠ his own nervousness,​‍ boy A suddenly‌ blurted out:

“Honestly,​ even for a man, the Heavenly‌ Sword is incredible.‌⁠ But he’s way⁠​ too anti-noble, and‍ that kind of‍ bothers me. Am‌ I the only​‍ one?”

“Yes.‍ Just you.”

“Wait—come⁠‌‌ to think of‍⁠ it… huh?”

A female voice?

He‌ turned his head⁠‍​ quickly. In front​​‍ of him was‍ Chaerina, her black‍ hair falling to‌‍ her collarbones and‍ shining as if‌⁠​ it were translucent.⁠‌

It‍‌ was as if⁠‌⁠ she had teleported‌‌ there. She looked​⁠ down at them‍ like they were​​ the most insignificant​‍ lifeforms in the​​​ world.

“You’re‍​ the only one​ who thinks that.”​

“I-I-I…‌‌ Ri… Rina…” he‌ whimpered, tears welling⁠⁠⁠ up in his​⁠​ eyes as he‍⁠‍ bit his tongue⁠‌ trying to speak.​​

“This​ world is full‌⁠⁠ of arrogant people‍‌⁠ who don’t appreciate​⁠ what they’re given​​ and only have‌ pride.”

“Rina…”‍‍‌

“That’s‌ why I hate​‌ this world.”

“No,⁠‌ that’s not it—”​​

Smack.‍

Everyone​ turned. Chaerina had⁠ slapped A, making‍​ his head turn‍‍‍ to the side.​‌ In this world,‌​ where violence was‍‍ an everyday thing,‌‍‌ a slap was​‌ nothing.

“And⁠ because I hate​‌‍ this world, I’m‍ going to turn‍ it into hell.”⁠⁠​

She​ turned on her‌‍​ heels and walked‌‍⁠ away, repeating her‍​‍ vow to herself.‌

“I​ already turned it‍‍ into hell once—this​ time…”

Ignoring‌‌ the stares boring‍ into her skin,⁠‍ Chaerina left the‍‍⁠ classroom. Boy A touched his cheek‌‍‍ with a stunned⁠ expression.

“You‍‍ okay?” B asked,⁠‌​ glancing toward the‌​​ door.

“Wow…​ what a personality.⁠⁠‌ Definitely the same​ bloodline. Hey, get‍‌‍ over it already.‌​‌ It’s not like‌​‍ Chaerina’s the only‌​⁠ girl in the‍⁠‍ world.”

“But…‌​‌ there’s no one⁠‍ as beautiful as​ her…”

“Idiot,​​​ that was just​ to comfort you—can‍⁠‍ you shut up?”‍

While‌ B and C argued, A’s gaze⁠⁠⁠ was empty.

“…I‌‍ like her.”

“Wow,‍‌‌ this guy’s stubborn.”‌

“No,​ it’s just… I feel good.”

Huh?‍⁠‍ He feels… good?‍​

“I‍⁠ feel good…”

“…Like‌‌ my heart’s on‍⁠ fire.”

“….”⁠​‌

“….”⁠⁠⁠

B,​ C, and the​ rest of the​⁠ class slowly stepped‌⁠​ away from him,​‍ as if he‍​ had a contagious​ disease.

Unaware‍ of it all,⁠⁠ A muttered to‍‍ himself,

“…Hell.”⁠​

Maybe​⁠​ it was his⁠‍ imagination, but in​​ the instant he​‌ was slapped, he‌​‍ thought he saw‍‌⁠ that “hell” she⁠ spoke of.

A scene, through the⁠​​ crack of a door—a boy, looking⁠‌⁠ like a middle⁠⁠ schooler, being beaten.⁠‍⁠

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