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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 416: The World is Crazy About Him (1)

Chapter 416: The World is Crazy About Him (1)

It‍ had been about​ ten days since​​ the incident with⁠‍ Kali Yuga, also‍⁠⁠ known as the‍‌‌ “Seoul Disaster.”

During​‍⁠ that time, international​‍​ politics had been‌ on pause, but‍‌ finally, it was​ beginning to move​ again.

It​​​ was a sign‍⁠​ that, in another​​⁠ sense, winds of​ war were beginning‍⁠ to blow.

***‌​​

Even⁠‌​ in Miracle Blessing‍​ M, the capital‌‍‍ was still Seoul.‌ It was also⁠ a hellish megacity‍‌ with nearly 20​‍⁠ million people crammed​ into a brutal⁠‌ population density.

And‍‌ that place had‌⁠​ been reduced to‍​‍ rubble.

Not‍‍ only the representatives​ of Seoul districts,‍⁠ but also those‌⁠‍ of other regions,⁠⁠ were desperate.

That⁠ the capital had‍⁠ been destroyed meant‍ that the function​‌‍ of the State‌ had been paralyzed.​‌⁠

“What⁠ do we do⁠ now?”

Boom!​⁠

“Damn⁠⁠ it, right now‌ of all times!”​

In​⁠ a meeting where⁠‌ politicians gathered regardless⁠ of ideology, each‌‍ exploded in their‌⁠‌ own style—pounding desks,​‌ shouting, shifting alliances‍⁠ at lightning speed.⁠

Several​​⁠ general and local‌‍​ elections were approaching.​‍⁠ There wasn’t even‍⁠​ time to breathe.‌​​

And‍‌ now they were‌ about to be‍⁠​ destroyed by the⁠ wrath of the‍ citizens.

“No,​​ seriously, I think‌‌ they really are‍ going to throw⁠ flour at us.”⁠‍

“Hahaha⁠ haven’t you ever​⁠‍ been made into​‍ a snowman for‌‍ being a rookie​‍ lawmaker? I’m so⁠ used to getting⁠​‌ pelted with eggs​​‌ and flour that​ I feel nauseous‍⁠ just looking at⁠‍​ a tonkatsu. Hahaha…”‍

Everyone​⁠​ was on the‌ verge of mental​‌⁠ collapse.

“I’m‌ used to being⁠ the target of‌‍⁠ hatred, but still…”⁠‌⁠

“Ah,‌ damn it! I don’t even know‍ how we’re supposed⁠ to campaign. I wake up in⁠ the middle of⁠ the night from​​⁠ anxiety.”

“Your​ situations are better⁠ than mine… My​ district was practically‌‌⁠ wiped out.”

An‍‌ empty water bottle​​ rolled through the​‌‌ halls of Parliament.​ They had to‌⁠ cool themselves down⁠ somehow, even with‍‍‌ cold water, since⁠ in that world‍ the poison called​‌⁠ nicotine didn’t exist.​

“So‍‍⁠ then, since we’re‍​‌ at it…”

“Don’t⁠​‌ you dare! Don’t​‌⁠ even think about‌ mentioning that!”

“R-right,‍‌​ right…”

“Damn​ it! Expand Seoul’s‍ land? The true‌‍‍ citizens who fund⁠​‌ our campaigns will⁠​​ crucify us!”

In‌⁠​ crude terms—the sponsors.⁠‍ More than half⁠‍ of them were‍ aristocrats.

“Really…⁠‍‍ sometimes I just‍‌​ want to set‌ fire to everything‌ and start over.”⁠​

What⁠ kind of city‌ was Seoul?

A city that could⁠​⁠ explode at any⁠ moment. They had​‍ crammed too many‍ people into too⁠‌‍ little space.

And​⁠ yet, it couldn’t​ be expanded because‍ of pressure from​ the sponsors. If⁠‍ the territory expanded,⁠ density would drop,‍ and that would‍‌ reduce demand.

It‌⁠ was a deadlock.‌‌​

At​ that moment, the‍ Minister of Planning⁠‍‍ and Finance, who⁠ had been watching⁠ silently, spoke up.​‍

“Honorable​‌⁠ representatives, since we’re‌​⁠ like this, why⁠⁠ don’t we just⁠‌​ move it?”

That​ minister had been​‌​ key in the⁠ ousting of the‍‍​ prime minister a few months earlier.⁠‍‍

With‌‍ those narrowed, sinister⁠‍ eyes, he had​‍ collaborated with the​‍ director of the‌‌​ Joaquin Academy to‍‍‌ bring him down.​‌‌

Politicians​‍ had their eyes‌‍‍ on him. And⁠ his connection with‌ Joaquin was what​​ weighed most heavily.‌

Even‍⁠​ the president was‌ wary of Saki‍‌‌ Ryozo. No, rather,​⁠ he feared her,⁠​‍ even without factoring‌⁠⁠ in the halo​ of Kang Geom-Ma.‌

Saki‍​⁠ Ryozo.

Saki⁠⁠‍ Ryozo was a monster.

Because‍⁠ of the incident,⁠​‌ Kang Geom-Ma was‌‌‌ about to become​​​ the target of‌‌ public criticism. And‍ just at that‍‍‍ moment—

Saki‌‍​ Ryozo announced that‌‍​ she would move‍ up the Academy’s‍​​ greatest event: “Joaquin‍‌ Day.”

They‍​ changed the name⁠ to “Commemorative Ceremony,”‍ and instead of​ a parade, they⁠⁠ would hold a candlelight vigil.

Naturally,‌⁠ the social queen‌ and Lady of⁠‍ the Sword Abel⁠⁠ von Nibelung played⁠​​ a fundamental role.‍​

She‌‌‍ secured all the⁠​‍ necessary items for⁠⁠ the ceremony with‍⁠ her overwhelming network⁠‍⁠ of contacts.

In‍ addition, Rachel Mura⁠ and the Lancelot​ Company raised funds.​ The contents of‍ the festival were‍‌ the responsibility of‌‍⁠ the Hero Association,⁠⁠⁠ so it was​ Speedweapon’s turn.

Finally,⁠ the Joaquin Academy’s​​‌ graduate school, focused‍⁠ on magical research,​ would present a thesis on the‍‌⁠ “Seoul Disaster.”

Even‌⁠ the pretext for‌⁠⁠ organizing it was‍ perfect.

What​​ kind of person‌‍ is Saki Ryozo,‌​ really?

Is​‍‌ she even human?‌‌

They‌⁠​ say she defeated‌​‍ the prime minister​‌ like a chess⁠​ piece.

Faced‌⁠​ with the overwhelming⁠‍ drive of Joaquin⁠‌‌ Academy, the politicians⁠‍ could do nothing‌⁠‌ but grit their​‌⁠ teeth.

And‌ just then, the‌⁠‌ Finance Minister, marked‍​ as a spy⁠ of Saki Ryozo,‌​ said.

“Move‌‍ it? Move what?”‌

“The‍‌‌ capital.”

He⁠⁠ said a total⁠‌ absurdity.

“…?”⁠​

“Are‍ you talking about​⁠⁠ relocating the capital?”⁠‍

“Yes.​‍ Isn’t the city​ where the academy⁠‌⁠ is just as⁠⁠‍ good as Seoul?”​⁠

What​‍‌ the hell is​⁠ this guy saying?‌​​

BAM!⁠‍​

“Minister!‍ Even if you’re‍‌ an unofficial minister,⁠​‌ we have the‍‍ rope around our⁠‌‍ necks for every​⁠⁠ single vote. And‌​‍ you dare to⁠⁠ say something so​ ridiculous?!”

“And‍‍ why would it‍ be ridiculous?”

“Sure,​‌⁠ people have talked​​ about moving the⁠​‌ capital for a long time. To​‍⁠ Wonju, where Joaquin​ Academy is? Not⁠‍⁠ a bad idea.​‍‌ But right now,​‌ Heavenly Sword’s public⁠​⁠ image is in‍‌ the gutter. If‍‍⁠ we move the‌⁠ capital to his‌‌ territory, the people…”‌

“Haa…”‌‍‌

The‌ minister let out​​​ a sigh loaded‌⁠​ with emotion.

“Was‌ that a sigh?”⁠​

“How‌​‍ is it possible‍‌ that you, being​​ representatives, understand less‌ of the people’s​‌‍ feelings than I do? No, wait—could‌‌ it be that​ because you’re representatives,⁠⁠ you no longer‍‌ understand them?”

Without​⁠ another word, the‌‍ minister looked toward⁠ Parliament’s monitor. The‌​‍ others followed his‌⁠‍ gaze.

As​ if waiting for‌ it, the giant⁠‌​ screen lit up.​

— Did you see‍‌​ that article? They‍⁠‍ say in the‌‍ Seoul Disaster there‍ were practically no​‌‍ casualties.

— Wtf, how can⁠‍ there be ZERO​​ deaths when everything‌⁠ was in chaos?⁠

— I was there.​ I saw a black-haired hero and‌⁠ the Sword Master​‍⁠ saving people like‍ crazy. I swear​ I ran faster⁠⁠ than sound for⁠⁠ the first time⁠‍ in my life.‌‍

— Ah, that one!⁠ My cousin says‍‌‌ that man introduced⁠‍ himself as Balor‌ Joaquin.

— Go to sleep,‌ kid!

“W-what…?”​‍

Chaos​ broke out.

Everyone​ had completely forgotten⁠ that Parliament’s server⁠ had been hacked.​‍

As⁠‍ they sank into‌​ silence, another post‍‍‍ appeared on the‌⁠ screen.

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[Citizen‍‍​ present at the‌ scene]

〈Evidence​​​ photo.jpg〉

(I⁠‌ can upload more⁠⁠‍ if you want)​

This⁠‌ is my first‍‍‌ time writing something‌​‌ like this, so⁠‌⁠ it may be‍ a bit messy.​

Sorry​ about that.

I hesitated a lot‌ about whether to‌⁠ post this right‍ after a national‌⁠​ tragedy, but since⁠⁠ there are still‍⁠ people criticizing Heavenly⁠⁠⁠ Sword, I decided​ it was worth⁠‌ receiving insults to​ say this.

I know everyone can⁠​‌ freely share their​‌ opinion on the‍ internet. In fact,​‌ I think blindly‍‍ supporting a single‍ person is also‌⁠⁠ dangerous.

I’m‍‍‌ not saying everyone‌ should blindly believe‌​‍ in him.

I only ask that‌‍ you think calmly‌​‌ about what he‍‍ has done, what‌​ he is doing,⁠‌ and what he‍​ will do.

☞ To be continued‍‍​ in the next‍ part.

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Gulp.⁠‍⁠

The⁠‌⁠ Adam’s apple moved​‍ with a big⁠​ swallow.

Those⁠‌⁠ present watched with​‌ such tension that‍⁠‍ their eyes almost​⁠ popped out of‍‍‌ their sockets.

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…Think⁠‍ about it. This⁠‍‍ is already the‍‌‌ second time a disaster like this‍⁠ has happened. There‍‌‍ is no guarantee⁠​ that it won’t⁠​ happen again. In‍ fact, it will⁠‌ happen again.

And‌ then, are we⁠⁠‍ going to depend⁠ on other heroes?​​

Yes,‌​ I know.

Of⁠ course, there are‌ many wonderful heroes.⁠‌​

Among‍ the previous comments,​​‍ the heroes who‌ safely evacuated the​ citizens should be⁠⁠ textbook examples.

I’m⁠‌​ not generalizing, this⁠⁠‌ criticism is directed‍​ at a specific⁠‌‌ “privileged group.”

They⁠ want Heavenly Sword‌ to be despised.⁠‌ It’s a mix‍ of complex emotions.​​⁠

Envy,‌ jealousy, and so‌‍‍ on.

It’s​‌ human to feel​ that. But I wonder if we​ should also join​⁠ in on that.​

Heavenly​‍ Sword. The hero‍ Kang Geom-Ma will‌⁠ be criticized no‌​ matter what he‍ does. Because little​⁠⁠ by little, he​ is moving away​ from what we⁠⁠ can understand.

That’s⁠⁠‌ why, at least⁠ until that moment‌‌‌ comes, I, a simple Citizen A who owes him‍‍‌ my life, intend‍⁠‍ to trust and‍‍⁠ support Heavenly Sword.‌‌‍

I’m⁠‌ not saying I’m​‌ right. I’m just‍‍ one among many⁠ citizens. Also, I clarify that this​ post is not‍​​ meant to convince​​ anyone.

I just wanted to​‍‌ leave a message⁠‍‌ of gratitude to‍‌​ Heavenly Sword, using⁠‍ the internet as​‍ a medium.

Thank‌⁠ you, Heavenly Sword.​

And⁠⁠‌ to all the‌​​ other heroes.

👍895,095,326⁠

The⁠ eyes of the‍⁠⁠ lawmakers widened layer‌‍ after layer.

“W-what​⁠‍ is that number​⁠ of likes…?”

A simple post had⁠ an absurd number‍‌ of reactions.

Apparently,‍‍ an AI with‌⁠ the Vixbig logo⁠‌ had translated and⁠​‍ spread it around‌‌ the world.

This‌‍ was followed by‍ articles from international⁠‍ media. They used‌⁠‍ this post and‍‌⁠ the photos from​‍​ the scene as​‌‌ reference and broadcasted​‌ them.

The‌‌ whole world was‍ under the wave‍ of Heavenly Sword.​

“Public‌ opinion toward Heavenly‌ Sword is not​⁠‌ just emotional.”

A voice broke the‍‍​ silence.

The⁠​‍ minister went up​⁠ to the podium,‍⁠​ but it wasn’t⁠‌ his voice. It‌‍‍ was a woman’s.‌‌ The giant screen⁠​​ changed images.

“You​​‍ are…”

“I​⁠ am the director‌​ of the Joaquin⁠⁠‌ Academy.”

Saki⁠ Ryozo.

From⁠​ the other side⁠​ of the screen,⁠ she spoke calmly‌‍ while leaning back‌‌‌ in her chair.‌

“As‌ you know, Seoul⁠ is currently overcrowded.‍‌ Even a house‌‌⁠ like a chicken​ coop is impossible‌​ to acquire even‍ if one works⁠⁠‌ their whole life.​⁠ And yet, people‍⁠ want to live​‍‌ there. Because others‍ also want to​ live there.”

“……”​‍⁠

“And‌ now what? There’s‌ nothing left, neither‍ for you nor⁠ for me. Forced​‌ equality born from​‌‌ destruction. So I ask—between the privileged‌⁠ and the non-privileged,‍‌​ who are greater‌ in number?”

“Well​‍ of course the​ non-privileged…”

“What​‍ you must remember‍‍ is that being‌‍ non-privileged doesn’t mean​‍​ being weak. The⁠‌​ moment you ignore​ their voice, your‍ votes will hit​‍​ rock bottom.”

It‍‌ was nonsense.

That⁠‌‌ Saki Ryozo, a person with the​‍‍ most extreme blood,⁠​​ lineage, and privilege,‌‌⁠ would say that.‍‍

But‍​‍ far from resisting,‌‌ the lawmakers who‌‌ normally opposed her‌‌ were moved by‌⁠ her frankness.

“As‍ you’ve seen, people⁠ want a new​‍ beginning. Although it’s‌​ unfortunate that this⁠ start came because‌⁠ of a disaster,‌ thanks to Heavenly‌⁠ Sword and the⁠‍ many heroes, the‍ situation has stabilized‌ quite a lot.”‌​​

That‍‍‍ there hadn’t been⁠‌⁠ a single victim⁠​​ in such a tragedy.

It⁠ was practically impossible.‌‌‍

“Now​ is the time‌⁠⁠ to start again.‍‌ And the best​ moment is now.”‌‍‌

“May‌ I ask a question?”

“As‍ many as you​ like.”

A young lawmaker stepped‍​⁠ forward.

She‍​ tilted her head⁠​ and faced him⁠‌‌ from the screen.‍‍‌

“If​ we are going‌‍ to move the⁠‍ capital, then we‍⁠⁠ must completely sever⁠ ties with the‍ so-called privileged you⁠ mention.”

“I‌‍⁠ know.”

Saki‍ nodded.

“Your⁠⁠⁠ words are certainly‍‍ inspiring, director, but​‍​ that would expose‌ us to danger.”⁠​

“You⁠⁠ mean you need​ a wall, is‌​ that what you’re​ saying?”

“Frankly…​ yes.”

“I​⁠ like your honesty.”⁠‍

Saki​‍​ smiled with satisfaction.​

“But⁠‍ you’re overlooking something.”​​‍

“What‍‍ do you mean?”‌​

“The​‍ wall.”

Saki‍‍ rested her chin‍ on her interlaced‌ hands.

“Heavenly‍​ Sword has always‌ been your wall.”​⁠

“……!”‌‌‌

“As‍‌‍ long as you​ don’t suddenly become⁠ enemies of humanity,​ Heavenly Sword will​ be your greatest​‌‌ support.”

Is​⁠ this what it‍​​ feels like when‌⁠ the hardest enemy‍ becomes your ally?‌ The politicians had‌‍ always been ingrained⁠‌ with the idea⁠ that Heavenly Sword‍ was their enemy.‌

But​‍ Ryozo directly refuted⁠ that prejudice.

Thinking​‍‍ about it, the‌ reasons to oppose​ Heavenly Sword were.⁠

“They⁠‍ don’t exist.”

There⁠‌ were none.

Certainly,​‍ they would have​‍​ to turn their‌‌ backs on the‌‌ privileged, the aristocrats,‍⁠ but those were‍ too busy trying⁠ to rebuild their⁠​‍ assets lost in‍ the tragedy.

The‌​ young lawmaker’s head​ buzzed.

“Are​‍ there no more‍​‌ questions?”

Then‌⁠‍ a sweet voice‌‍ brought him back‍‌ to reality.

“O-one‍​ more!”

“Go‌ ahead.”

“If‌ it is decided‍ to move the​⁠‌ capital, then we​​ must at all​‌ costs minimize public‌​​ recognition of your⁠​ merit in this‍‌ crisis.”

“You‌⁠​ mean that we‌​⁠ shouldn’t allow the‌​ public to have‍ the impression that‍ the Joaquin Academy​ was behind all‌​ this?”

“I‌​ can’t hide anything​ from that woman…”⁠

“That’s​ right.”

“It‍ doesn’t matter.”

“W-what?”⁠‍‍

How‌ could she react‌‍ so calmly despite‌ not being recognized​​ with even a single word of‌​ merit?! No matter⁠‌‍ how little she​ desired recognition!

“I‌ receive my reward⁠ every day.”

“What​ kind of reward⁠ do you mean…?”⁠

At‌‌‌ that moment, the⁠⁠‍ sound of a door opening was​ heard from the‍‍ other side of‍​‌ the screen. Saki,‌‍ who had been‍​​ smiling so much⁠⁠ that her cheeks‌ were trembling, quickly‌ regained her composure.‍⁠‌

“Then,‌​ I’ll disconnect.”

In‌⁠‍ Parliament, silence reigned‍ for several minutes.‍⁠

***‌​

Same​​ moment. Office of⁠ the academy director.‌‌

“Sorry.​ Were you in⁠‍‍ a meeting?”

“No.‍‍‍ It just ended.”‌⁠

Saki‍‍‌ got up from​ her seat, walked⁠⁠​ over to him,​‍‌ and took his‌‌‌ arm.

“What’s⁠​ for dinner today,‍ chef?”

“The‌​‍ boss… since my⁠‍⁠ father came, I was thinking of‌​ making kimchi jjigae‍​⁠ with tuna.”

“I​⁠‍ love it.”

Ryozo‍ doesn’t use the⁠‌‌ word “happiness” lightly.‌‍‌

She‍ fears its meaning⁠⁠ will be diluted​ if she says⁠‌‌ it too often.‍​

“Geom-Ma.”‍⁠‍

“Hmm?”‍⁠‍

“Are‌ you happy?”

He​​​ scratched the back⁠‌​ of his neck‌⁠⁠ uncomfortably. It was​ adorable. Even so,‌ he always ended​​ up avoiding her​​⁠ gaze and replying​ in the end.‌‌​

“…You⁠‍ ask obvious questions.”⁠

“Say‍‌‍ it with words~.”​

“H-a-p-p-y.”‌

“Ugh,‍⁠ you’re so dry.”⁠⁠​

Ryozo‍ laughed. Just looking⁠‍​ at him made​⁠ her laugh.

“If‍ you’re happy, then‍‍​ I’m happy too.”​⁠

She‌‌‌ rested her head‌⁠ on his firm⁠⁠​ shoulders.

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