The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master

The new city of Go-eun was at the exact moment when its development needed to accelerate.

The world’s attention was focused there, and it was precisely under these circumstances that visible progress had to be shown to attract more investment.

The problem wasn’t administrative.

It was geographical.

The new city of Go-eun was a national project, promoted by the government through the purchase of vacant land in the Wonju area.

But no matter how much this was about relocating the capital, if public debt was abused—

‘The people would rise up against the government.’

With Seoul half-devastated, the displaced citizens had the perfect setting to rebel.

All it would take was blaming the politicians for wasting taxes and placing them under the guillotine.

It was a potential anarchy that had to be avoided.

The president and the politicians discussed ways to handle it, but found no clear solution.

So what did they do in that case?

‘Go see Ryozo.’

She had already officially changed her name to Shin Go-eun and adopted Korean nationality.

So the politicians went to my wife without hesitation.

Ryozo didn’t like getting involved with politicians.

‘Even so, this matter is closely tied to Joaquin.’

Though it bothered her that the leaders were asking her to make administrative decisions, she gave a clear response.

— Wonju is a valley surrounded by mountains. And most of the forests in Korea belong to the State. Those that are privately owned, if we pay the owners 1.2 times the value, they’ll gladly sell.

What she proposed was to establish the capital’s core on state-owned land and gradually cut down mountains and clear land to expand the territory.

It wasn’t the best solution, but it was a viable alternative in the midst of a crisis.

The president was impressed and supported her proposal.

The lawmakers could only nod.

— It’s the campaign to gather mountains! Right now, if you sell, we’ll pay 1.2 times the price.

The president presented it to the people as if it were his own idea.

Ryozo didn’t mind; she even considered it a good thing.

‘In such a turbulent time, the president must show leadership and push things forward. That doesn’t mean we just sit back; it simply means each of us has our role.’

Land purchases, handled by the government.

Additional support, handled by Joaquin and the Heroes’ Association.

That division of responsibilities conveyed the image of two forces working together.

If the people perceived that neither was above the other, they would place their trust in both.

— It’s a national emergency. Showing cooperation and compromise benefits both Joaquin and the government.

Just as Ryozo said.

***

Whoosh—

Cutting through the thick wind, I thought again.

‘The God isn’t me—it’s Ryozo.’

I smiled wryly before halting my flight.

I looked down.

Beneath my feet stretched the construction site of the new city of Go-eun.

Trucks loaded with building materials, workers in helmets waving glowing rods, cranes rising one after another.

The suffocating heat of fresh asphalt, the harsh smell of cement.

Despite the rough mountain terrain, everything was compacted like a bowl overflowing with rice.

It was thanks to the support of Joaquin Academy, which facilitated the transportation of supplies through subspace portals.

The logistical advantage was overwhelming.

It seemed to be going well, but—

“Is it because of all these mountains? It’s going way too slow.”

The inbound and outbound trucks were getting in each other’s way, causing traffic jams everywhere.

The nearby tunnels were little more than narrow passages, unable to accommodate heavy vehicles.

“No wonder—things are a mess even though they’ve arrived…”

From above it already looked disordered; on the ground, it had to be worse. In those conditions, the workers could riot.

‘And without order, human accidents are inevitable.’

Ryozo had told me that a time would come when Joaquin would have to intervene.

I thought that time is now, Ryozo.

Murmuring, I pulled out my smartphone.

I woke up Vixbig.

“Vixbig.”

[Always at the service of the Heavenly Sword.]

On the screen, a little bunny wiggled its ears.

I ignored it and gave the order.

“Scan the area the government has already purchased using satellites.”

[Understood!]

In an instant, it responded.

[Up to the power tower to the northwest. Beyond that is private property.]

“In this capital relocation project, was Joaquin granted autonomy?”

[They received the same rights as the government. While it’s officially meant to look like the State is in the lead, Joaquin can intervene without issue if needed.]

So it was possible.

If I intervened directly, the president would be a little uncomfortable. He wanted to show he was in charge, and I’d be stealing his spotlight.

‘Oh well.’

He’ll live.

After all, the original plan was Ryozo’s.

I just gave the city its Korean name.

“Now that I’ve put on my stone face, I won’t back down.”

[Exactly, sir, exactly!]

“…Vixbig, don’t you think you’ve been flattering me a bit too much lately?”

[Working alongside Secretary Kim rubbed off on me. I’ll be more careful.]

“Don’t hang out with her, the bad habits stick.”

While we chatted, a sharp, clean wind blew through the sky.

A favorable current to push this tedious process along.

‘They’re here.’

I turned around.

In the bright daytime sky, scattered stars glittered—they were the sashimi I had summoned earlier with Igiyo-geom.

I was about to rub my thumb and index finger together but stopped and asked Vixbig for help.

“Just in case, send an emergency alert to every worker’s phone. Wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt.”

[Sir, you’re starting to sound like your wife.]

“In what way?”

[Requesting hacks so casually.]

“They say married couples become alike.”

[…It’d be nice if you only influenced each other positively, but you two seem to be turning spicier together. Alright, I’ll try to connect right away.]

On the screen, a rain of ones and zeroes descended.

I put away the phone and rolled my shoulders.

It was time to exert a little power.

Shiing—

The sound of a sword being drawn.

[The Blessing of the Sword God manifests!]

Murasame bared its fangs.

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《May the blessing of the gods be with you.》

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***

Brrring brrring brrring!

The workers’ phones, hacked without their notice, began ringing with emergency alerts.

“Huh? What’s going on all of a sudden?”

The workers stopped and checked their phones.

“…Emergency message? An earthquake, maybe?”

“It says to look up at the sky…”

“…What, is the sky supposed to split in two…?”

……!!!

Their helmets slipped askew.

The workers, confused, couldn’t hide their horror—a man floated in the air, sitting on clouds, putting on an impossible display.

“W-wait, isn’t that the Heavenly Sword?!”

“Yes, it’s the Heavenly Sword!”

“But… can a human really float like that, so calmly? Are we sure he’s human?”

Amid the gasps, Kang Geom-Ma waited for the voices to die down.

Following the alert’s instructions, the workers adjusted their helmets and lowered their posture.

They didn’t know what was about to happen, but if it was an order from the Heavenly Sword—

And then, when all the noise of the construction stopped completely, Kang Geom-Ma acted.

Snap.

With a snap of his fingers, the Daiso sashimi blades shot toward the ground.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The workers’ eyes widened as the rain of blades fell like a downpour.

The sashimi blades didn’t give them even a second to scream.

In an instant, they began clearing the thick forests, as if buzzing a fro with electric clippers.

Slash!

The short, metallic slice echoed in every direction, and the trees crashed down with thuds.

Thud! thud!

Frightened birds flew away in flurries.

The Daiso sashimi skillfully avoided the flocks as they continued slicing through the mountains.

It wasn’t blind deforestation. The blades uprooted the trees, aiming to preserve them.

The goal was to replant them later as urban groves, not to destroy.

“W-what the hell am I watching…?”

The landscape changed in seconds, like Lego pieces being broken apart by a child.

But then came the worst. The fallen trees began sliding down the slopes.

Rumble rumble rumble!

With dull roars and trembling earth, brown landslides erupted everywhere.

The workers dove to the ground immediately.

“Get down! It’s pulling us in!”

At that point, no one could understand why Kang Geom-Ma was doing something so insane.

They only knew one thing:

‘This is terrifying.’

For the first time, they understood how demons must have felt getting pummeled by Kang Geom-Ma.

Snap.

Kang Geom-Ma, who was ravaging nature with “Igieogeom,” withdrew the sashimi.

The blades folded back and disappeared into the sky like vanishing points.

Then, Geom-Ma stepped onto air and descended.

Crack!

With Murasame and a swarm of EX sashimi, he carved a perfect circle like a full moon.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━!

The landscape split in two.

The landslides were severed cleanly like with blades.

At that very moment, thousands of sashimi blades in the air began slicing the sky.

Slash! slash!

The clouds tore into strands, and soon even the space itself opened up.

The pressure difference created a vacuum effect.

Whooooosh!

From those wounds in the sky, earth, trees, and debris were sucked upward.

“Hold on to something!!”

Curiously, neither the workers nor the construction materials were pulled in.

Geom-Ma held them in place with pure willpower.

For the workers—trained in safety protocols and used to the tension of high-risk jobs—it felt like absolute liberation. Like astronauts floating in space.

The government official at the center of it all could barely lift his eyes.

His body trembled with each quake, but he didn’t want to miss a second of that view.

“…Is this the Heavenly Sword…?”

It wasn’t magic.

It was something more.

It was divine law.

Thunk!

A thermos hit the marble floor, letting out a hollow thud.

Ryozo, still with her hand raised, was frozen.

On the screen, the images were so overwhelming she couldn’t even breathe.

“…So this is how…”

A disbelieving laugh escaped her lips.

It was monstrous, illogical, inhuman.

And yet, undeniable.

Thanks to Kang Geom-Ma, the development time of the new city had been cut by almost a year.

One man had done what would have taken an entire country a year of effort.

Shin Go-eun’s husband was that kind of person.