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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 419: First Love (1)

Chapter 419: First Love (1)

The‍⁠‌ silence had gone​​⁠ on so long⁠ that, when we‍​ finally spoke, the‍‌‍ boss and I had many things‍‍​ to say to⁠​‌ each other. Fifteen‍​ years had already‌ passed since the​​‍ last time we⁠‌ saw each other.‌‌​

Again​​⁠ and again I had put it‍⁠ off, telling myself,‍‌ “I’ll call him⁠ someday, someday…,” and​​‌ I ended up‍ regretting it more​ times than I can count.

Yes,‌‌ it was true—I​‌ had avoided him​ because the boss‍‍‍ was someone v—violent.‍‍ And this time,‍⁠‌ the moment I met him again,⁠‌ he had already⁠ given me a smack on the‌​ head.

‘If‍​ I think of⁠⁠⁠ all the times⁠‍⁠ the boss reached⁠​ out to me…’‌

I can’t help but⁠ reflect on how‌​​ miserable I’ve been.‌

Of​‍ course, since he​​⁠ was my adoptive​​ father, maybe this⁠​‌ counts as self-criticism‌⁠ against myself.

Either‍⁠ way, the years‍⁠ of distance had​‍​ piled up so‍ many topics of‍‍ conversation, and the‌⁠ depth of each‌ one was as⁠⁠ well matured as‍⁠⁠ the passage of⁠​‌ time.

From​⁠ Japanese restaurant worker⁠⁠ to boss.

From‌⁠ Heavenly Sword to⁠​ founding hero.

Our‌‌‌ dialogues were, at⁠‍ least in my‌ desire, filled with‍⁠‍ the dignity and‍ presence befitting such⁠​​ titles.

……​⁠‌

Well,⁠⁠​ that’s what I expected.

“Uaaagh!”⁠​‌

The‍‍‌ boss trapped my‌‍ head under his‍‌⁠ arm and ruffled​‍​ it with his‍⁠⁠ fist.

“You‌‌ little brat! You‍⁠ save the world‍‍‌ and end up​ with not one,‌ but two wives?⁠ And on top‌ of that, a girlfriend!”

“Hey,‍⁠‌ come on! That’s‌‍ not true!”

“Do‍‌ you have any‍‌ idea how much‍⁠​ Media and Rachel‍ hassle me because⁠ of you? Media​ always wants to‌⁠‍ poison me, and⁠⁠ Rachel… better not​ even mention her.”‌⁠‌

“Then​‍ if you’re not​⁠⁠ going to mention⁠⁠​ her, let me‍⁠ go already!”

“Hoo,‍ getting defiant now,⁠‍​ are you?”

Dear‌ god. I felt​ like my skull‍​‍ was about to‍ split in two.‌ I wanted to⁠‍⁠ resist, but how?‍‍⁠ I was facing‌‍ the founding hero;‍ escaping wasn’t something​‍ simple.

“On⁠‌​ Earth you didn’t‌‍‌ even touch a woman’s hand, and⁠‌⁠ here you’ve turned⁠‍⁠ into a Casanova!”​‌

“That’s⁠ not how it​⁠ is!”

I barely managed to⁠ wriggle free of⁠⁠ his arm just​​ in time; otherwise,⁠ he would’ve crushed‍ me like a can.

“I⁠‌ swear it’s not‍‌‌ what you think.​ I didn’t go‍‍ after them, they⁠⁠ were the ones​ who confessed to‌​‌ me!”

“And⁠ you expect me⁠⁠⁠ to swallow that?”‍‍

“There’s​‌ nothing to swallow,‌‌ it’s the truth!”‍​​

“Oh,‍ sure. Turns out‌ you’re the handsome‍‌ man of the‍​ century. Getting confessions?⁠ What are you,⁠‍ Leon? With that​ face of yours…‍⁠⁠ really, what woman‍‌ in the world‌​ approaches first a man with such​⁠⁠ tiny eyes?”

I knew it better⁠⁠ than anyone.

My‍ character, both in‍ my past life‌ and now as‍⁠ Kang Geom-Ma, was​‍⁠ naturally unsociable. An⁠​ extremely uncooperative person.⁠​​

Always​ indifferent. And on‌‍ top of that,⁠‍ there was Leon,‌ always smiling, making​‌ me look even⁠ more surly in​ comparison.

And‌​ yet…

“Women​‌ like that exist.⁠ And there were‌‍‌ two.”

“Every‍ time you open⁠⁠ your mouth, it’s​ just another lie…”⁠​

“Believe‍‍‍ it or not,⁠‍⁠ that’s how it‌ was.”

“…Haa…”⁠‍

The​ boss let out‌ a helpless sigh.​​

In​ the end, what​ more could he⁠‌‍ say? He had⁠​ seen the result​⁠‍ for himself. Ryozo‌​ and Abel were⁠​ pure devotion to‌​‌ me. And in​ the days he⁠‌‌ had spent with⁠‍​ us, he had‍ noticed it firsthand.⁠

The⁠ feelings were the⁠ same, but they⁠​ expressed them much⁠ more than I ever did.

“So‌⁠ then.”

The⁠ boss gave me‌ a look of⁠ suspicion. The kind​​​ of look that‍⁠ appeared when he⁠ started to half-accept‍ what he was​​ hearing.

“I​⁠‍ want to hear​‍ that story of​ the confessions, see​‌‍ how good it⁠​‌ is.”

“Don’t⁠​⁠ we have more‍ important matters to‍‍ discuss?”

Like⁠ future plans. His‍‌​ vision about the​ suppression force he‌‍ possessed. Things I thought were the‌‍ point of this‍‌ talk.

“You​⁠ said they’re your‌ family.”

“Yes.”‌​

“There’s​⁠⁠ nothing more important‌‍ than family.”

…Truly.‍​​

This⁠‌⁠ man, with phrases⁠‍ that seem trivial,⁠‌ manages to stir‍​ my heart. Makes‍⁠ it impossible to​‍ turn away the‍‌​ admiration I feel‌⁠​ toward him.

I lifted my gaze​‌ to the sky,​⁠‌ full of lanterns,‍⁠ and remembered. Then​ too, just like​ now, the night‍ was splendid.

There⁠‍‍ was no turning‌ back. I began‌‌‍ to speak slowly.⁠

“You​‌​ see, what happened⁠​​ was…”

***⁠

The​ Joaquin Academy is‌‍ a very conservative⁠​⁠ educational institution. And‌⁠ that’s not strange—after​ all, its main⁠​ role is to⁠‌‌ train heroes.

Besides,​⁠ the founding hero​‌‌ himself was such⁠‍‍ a rigid scholar​‌ that his rules‌ seemed like iron.​​

Only​ since a new⁠‌ director arrived has‌⁠ the academy become​‌​ a little freer.‍​‌

Back‍‌​ in my days,‌⁠‌ the rules bound⁠‍⁠ us hand and‌ foot.

The⁠‍ most representative example‌​ was the ban‌ on romance.

Even⁠ today, officially, students‌‌ are forbidden from‌​⁠ dating each other.​‍ But in my‌ time, it wasn’t‌‍ just forbidden—it was‍⁠⁠ absolutely banned. If⁠​ you were discovered,‌‌ you faced sanctions,‌‌⁠ no matter what‌‌‍ family you came⁠​‍ from. Not even⁠​​ if you were‌‌‌ the youngest hero⁠‍⁠ to achieve the‍⁠ title of Seven​‌ Stars.

It‍​⁠ was about a year after the‍‌ end of the‍‌‍ Second Great Human​ War.

My⁠‌‍ classmates and I were eighteen years‍‌ old.

At​‌ that time, Kang‍​‍ Geom-Ma’s popularity was⁠ at its peak.‌

Imagine​‌ it—I even overshadowed​ the absolutely imposing⁠‌⁠ Leon when it⁠​‌ came to attractiveness.⁠​‌ Can you believe​ it?

‘Though‍‍‌ maybe it also‌‌⁠ had to do‌‍ with Leon having​‍ taken a leave‌ of absence.’

Back​⁠​ then, Leon was​‍ branded as a traitor to humanity.‍ They treated him‍‌​ like a sellout‌⁠ who had turned‍‍ his back not‍‌‌ on one country,‍​ but on the‍​ entire human world.⁠‌

Even⁠‍⁠ though I and​‌‍ the Master of​ the Sword explained⁠ many times the​‌‍ truth behind his‌‌ actions, even though‍⁠ we tried to‌ make them understand‌ the weight of​​​ the mission he⁠​ had taken on,⁠​ the people didn’t​ accept it.

After‌⁠ all, with his⁠ sword, he had⁠ killed Saki Kojima.⁠⁠ And that was‌‍ something not even⁠⁠ we could excuse.‌ A mistake made⁠ demands responsibility.

Anyway,‍ Leon isn’t what’s​‌ important here.

In​⁠⁠ contrast to Leon’s⁠​‍ bad image, I became the most‍ popular hero in​ history.

“Heavenly⁠ Sword, are you​‍‌ free today?”

Girls,​‍ even strangers, threw⁠​ hints at me.⁠​

“S-senior,​‍‌ please accept this.”​⁠

“Aaah!​ It can’t be!‍⁠​ She really gave⁠ it to him!”‌‌⁠

Receiving‌‌ letters with hearts‌​⁠ attached from younger‌‍ students was my‍‍​ daily bread.

“Look,​‌ there goes my‌‍ boyfriend!”

“Hey,​ idiot, how can‌ Heavenly Sword be​ your boyfriend!”

The⁠⁠ shouting matches were‍⁠ so common they​‍⁠ kept me on‍‍ edge.

“Heavenly⁠ Sword!”

“Heavenly‍⁠‌ Sword!”

“Oppa!”‍

“I​‍ love you!”

I never thought the⁠‌‍ words, “Sorry, I can’t give you⁠ my number…” would‍​⁠ come out of​ my mouth.

What‌​ an irony, living​‌ two lives. Just​⁠‌ a year ago,​⁠ my image was⁠ in the gutter.‌

At⁠​‌ eighteen, I moved​‌ around dragging crowds.‍ The line of‌‍‍ people following me​ was so long‌ that they even​​​ made waiting lists.‌⁠

Did​‌ I like it?‌ It wasn’t bad.‌‍

It⁠​​ wasn’t… bad.

And⁠⁠‌ that’s as far​‍ as I can​ say.

Because⁠‌‍ back then, I—‍‌

“I’m​⁠ going to die.”‌

“……”​‍

The‍ refuge where I escaped from obsessive‌ fans was, as‌‌ always, the bench.⁠

That​‌ bench again.

Thud.⁠‌

Ryozo,⁠‌‌ who was already​⁠ sitting there, closed​ her book. The⁠ thump of the‌‍ paper sounded louder‍ than usual—or at​ least that’s how‍‌ it felt.

“Well,​⁠‌ you’re popular.”

“…It‍ was just a phase.”

“Was⁠ it really a phase? Look from⁠‌‌ here. You can‌ see the whole​ Joaquin Academy, right?”⁠‍‌

I only nodded my⁠ head.

Ryozo⁠‍ spoke in her​⁠⁠ monotonous tone.

“People⁠ always come here​‍ and repeat the​⁠ same thing—founding hero,⁠​ founding hero… It’s‌ not strange. He‌​​ ended the First​ Great Human War.⁠​ Seven hundred years,​‍⁠ or more, he​ deserves to be⁠​ remembered.”

“Yes.”​⁠‌

“But‌ our Geom-Ma was​ the one who‍‍‍ ended the Second⁠⁠‌ Great Human War.”‍‍‌

“That—”⁠

“Listen.”‌​

Yes.‌⁠‌

“Geom-Ma,​‌‍ listen well. This​ isn’t something temporary.⁠ You know? You’re‌‍⁠ already a great‌ hero who will⁠⁠ be engraved forever‌ in history.”

She‌⁠‍ took a deep‍⁠‌ breath.

And‍⁠ said again.

“Do⁠‌​ you expect me​‌‍ to endure watching⁠ you surrounded by‌⁠ women for another‌⁠​ two years?”

“……”⁠‌

It‍​‌ was true.

I was in a secret romance with​ Ryozo.

It​ was hard to⁠‌⁠ pinpoint the exact⁠ moment it started.‌ Maybe when Ryozo​ stamped that first‌ kiss on me.‍​⁠ More or less‍‍ since last year‍‌​ we had been​​ a tacit couple.‍‍‍

But‍‌⁠ because of the⁠ ban on romance,​ we couldn’t show‍ anyone. Not even⁠‌​ the members of​‌ the exploration club.​

There‌ was still a year and a half left before​‍ our relationship could⁠ come to light.‍‍

“…I​ knew it.”

Ryozo’s⁠​​ eyes darkened.

“I‍​ knew it, but…‌‌​ I didn’t think⁠ it would come​ to this point.”⁠⁠‌

“Ryozo.”‌‍⁠

“You!”⁠‍

She‌‍ looked at me‍‍​ with contained fury.‌

“Do⁠ you know how​⁠ much I suffer⁠​ because of you?!”​⁠

“……”‍‍

“Do⁠​ you know that‌ yesterday I had‍ to shoot blunt⁠⁠ arrows at some⁠ girls trying to‌‌⁠ climb through your‌‌ dorm window?”

“What?”‌​

“There​‍ were only a few yesterday, just⁠ twice. Sometimes it⁠ gets to be‍ ten.”

This​​⁠ was madness.

“But‌‌ Ryozo, how did‌ you see—”

“Does⁠⁠⁠ it matter?”

“Not‌⁠​ at all.”

No,‍ not at all.‌

I straightened up rigid⁠⁠‍ in my seat.‍⁠

“Cadets⁠‍⁠ should be studying,‌ not blinded by‌ emotions.”

“But⁠ that applies to‌​ us too…”

“I’m⁠​ number one in‌ written exams, and‍ you’re number one‌ in practice. Is⁠‍ it fair to‍ put us on⁠‍‍ the same scale⁠‌⁠ as them? That​‌ would be what’s⁠​‌ unfair!”

Looking‌‌‍ back, at that​ time Ryozo still⁠‍⁠ carried a faint​‍⁠ trace of elitism.⁠‌‌ Years at my​ side would wear⁠ it away.

“Anyway.”‍‌

Ryozo‍‌ stood up, brushing⁠​ off her skirt.‍⁠

“Behave⁠‌ yourself.”

“I‌​⁠ swear I’ve never‍‍ looked at anyone⁠ else. And I never will.”

“That⁠⁠ Kojima told my​‌ mother the same‌‌ thing.”

Damn​ it.

The‌‌⁠ late Kojima stirring​‌ things up for​‍ me while I’m​ alive.

“Then‌ tell me, what​​ number wife was​​ my mother?”

“……”‍

“Whatever‍ it is, I’m‍​ not giving up​‍ first place.”

“In‍ relationships there are‍ no places.”

“For‍ me, there are.”‍

“…I‍​ know.”

“Don’t​​ take me for‍‌⁠ granted. I’m human‌‌ too. Even that​ Vixbig runs out‍ of power—don’t you​⁠ think I’ll get‌​‌ tired?”

After‌ leaving those sharp‍‍‌ words, Ryozo walked‌ away. I was‍ left there, empty.‌‌

“Ah…”​​‌

I washed my face‌​ with my hands,‌‌⁠ burning with embarrassment.⁠

“This⁠ has no solution…”​

After​‌ clearing my head⁠ a bit at‌​​ the bench, I returned to the​​‌ dormitory. And that‌ very night I came down with‌‌ a fever.

Maybe‍⁠‌ because of the​‍​ hectic days.

Or​‌ maybe because of⁠‌ the weight of‍​ living every day‌ under the spotlight.​ I still don’t⁠⁠​ know.

“Ugh…”⁠

For‌ a future god⁠‌‍ of the sword​‍ to fall from‍ a simple fever‍‍ was ridiculous.

‘How‌‍ absurd.’

Every‍​ time I coughed,‍⁠ laughter came out⁠​​ of me on‍​⁠ its own.

That’s​‍ how I ended​ up hospitalized in⁠⁠ the VIP ward‌‍⁠ of the hospital‌⁠‌ attached to Joaquin‍ Academy.

Very​​ different from the⁠​ dormitory, with strict​‌‍ security. I spent‍‌‌ the days in‍⁠ bed.

Of⁠ course I missed​ classes. Every moment⁠ of youth was‌‌ precious to me⁠‌ and I wanted‍ to attend, but‌​⁠ my condition didn’t‌⁠ allow it.

“…At‍​ least I should‍ eat something.”

I tried to scoop‍​ up the watery‍‍‌ porridge, but gave​⁠‌ up. The spoon​‌ sank into it,‍​ just as I sank into my‍‌‌ state.

“Better⁠ take a walk​‍ around the hospital.”​‍

I got out of‌ bed and opened‌⁠ the door. On‍ the first step,​⁠ something hit my‍ foot.

Looking‍​‍ down, I saw‍‌⁠ a rice ball⁠​⁠ wrapped in plastic.‍

“A⁠‍​ rice ball?”

Did‌​ the hospital give‌‌⁠ out snacks too?‌‌

Gruu.‌⁠

After⁠​ so many days​‌⁠ of unsalted porridge,⁠⁠​ I was practically⁠ starving.

As‌ if hypnotized, I tore off the‌⁠ wrapper.

“The‍ shape is… hmm.”‌‍

I had been a cook. It was‌​ inevitable to look‌‌⁠ at food with​‍‌ critical eyes.

‘This​‌ is amateur.’

It​⁠⁠ didn’t look like‍‌ it was from‍​ the hospital, but‍‌​ a personal delivery.​⁠​

Another⁠ obsessive fan?

‘It’s​‌​ not poisoned, right?’‌

But‍‌ it wasn’t like‍‍ I would die⁠ from it.

After⁠‍‍ hesitating for a moment, I took​‍ a bite.

The​​ taste was—

‘Sour.’‌

I felt an electric​ tingle in my‌‌ jaw. The seasoning‍‌​ was unbalanced.

And‌‌​ yet, why did‍⁠‌ my heart feel⁠​ so warm from⁠‍ that cold rice​‌⁠ ball?

I instinctively pulled out⁠ my smartphone. I asked Vixbig, the⁠‌ AI, directly.

“Has⁠⁠ anyone searched recently​‍ on your engine‍⁠⁠ how to make‍ rice balls?”

[Cataloged‌‌ as level 1 confidential.]

Immediate‌‍‌ response.

[Does⁠ that answer your​⁠​ question?]

I smiled.

“Yes.”⁠⁠

[The​​‌ second years are‌ currently in joint‌⁠‌ training at the​ practice field.]

“Vixbig,‍‌‍ your performance is⁠‍​ the best.”

No‍ sooner had I put away the‌‌ phone than I ran to the⁠‍‍ practice field. My‍ body felt light,​ as if the‍ fever had never⁠ existed.

A little later.

Just⁠ as it said,​‍ all the second‍ years were training‍‌ in the field.‌​

“It’s‌‌ the Heavenly Sword!”⁠

At‍‍​ my appearance, the‌​ cadets surrounded me‌⁠ at once.

I didn’t hear them.​‌⁠

I pushed through them,‌‌ walking straight toward‍⁠ a point of‌⁠ sky blue.

The‍‍ murmurs grew, and‍⁠ she lifted her‌ gaze. On her⁠‍‍ swollen fingers were​ band-aids.

The​‍ moment she saw‍⁠​ me, she hid‌ her hands behind​ her back.

I stopped in front​ of Ryozo.

I gathered every possible​​⁠ gaze.

I wanted everyone to⁠⁠‌ see.

And‌‍‍ when the tension​‌ was at its‌​​ peak, I embraced​‍ her.

“E-e-eh.”‍‌

Three​ syllables.

Then‍‌ I slowly let‌ go.

“Let​⁠​ them punish me⁠ if they want.”​​

“……”‍⁠​

Ryozo⁠ looked like she​⁠⁠ was in shock.​⁠

And​⁠ when her cheeks​⁠‌ began to burn,‍⁠⁠ she stood on​‌‌ tiptoe.

“A‌​​ grain of rice.”⁠

She⁠⁠ went back down​‌ on her heels.​

“I⁠⁠ can’t let a Seven Stars walk‌​⁠ around with rice‌‍ stuck on his‍‌⁠ lips. They’ll blame‍‌ me.”

Then⁠​‌ she bumped her⁠ forehead against my⁠​‍ chest several times.⁠​

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