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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 192 – Battle for Possession (2)

Chapter 192 – Battle for Possession (2)

The⁠‌ training area fell‌ into complete silence.‍

Abel​ and Saki. Between‍ them, a cold​‍‌ wind passed like‌ blades, stirring up⁠​ the tense atmosphere.⁠‌‌ It was Abel‌ who broke the‌⁠​ silence first.

“You⁠​ want us to⁠ duel? Why?”

Saki‌‍ didn’t answer. She​‍ was adjusting the‍‌​ string of her​‌ bow in silence.​⁠​ Her expression was‌‍‌ clear—the decision had⁠ already been made,⁠​ she was just‍‌ waiting for you⁠‌‌ to accept. And‍⁠​ it also made⁠⁠‍ clear she had‌ no intention of⁠ explaining the reason.‍

Abel’s⁠‌ face was filled​⁠ with confusion. At⁠⁠ first, she felt‍‌⁠ uncomfortable, but then‍ it just seemed​⁠‍ absurd.

‘Yeah…⁠⁠‌ Saki’s always been‍​​ like that.’

The​‌ reason Abel found‌⁠ it hard to⁠⁠ deal with Saki⁠ was precisely that​​‍ authoritarian attitude. She⁠⁠⁠ always said whatever​‍⁠ she wanted and⁠‌​ that was it.​

But⁠‌ it wasn’t something‌​ exclusive to Abel.‍ Saki treated everyone⁠⁠​ the same.

That​ cold, impartial treatment‌‍‌ didn’t make the⁠​‌ students hate her.‍ On the contrary,⁠ many considered her⁠‌ cool. Since she⁠​‍ ignored status and​ spoke equally to​⁠ everyone, a kind​ of universal equality⁠ prevailed around her.‌‍

When‌ she was with‍​ Speedweapon, she at⁠‍ least seemed to‍ hold a conversation—but​ that was it.​‍⁠ Once she said⁠​ what she had⁠ to say, she‍‍⁠ would just leave​​⁠ without looking back.‍​

As‍ a rule, Saki⁠ didn’t show her​​‍ feelings. Except when​‌​ she was with‌‌ one person.

‘…She⁠⁠ always smiles when‌‌ she’s with her.’‍​

Abel‌ narrowed her eyes​⁠​ and watched closely.​​ An uncomfortable feeling‌​‌ crept up her‍​ throat, scratching at⁠​ her neck.

She‌‍ crossed her arms​⁠‌ firmly and answered‍⁠​ in a raised​ tone.

“I​ came here to‍‍ train by myself.⁠‌⁠ And if you⁠ won’t give me‍ a reason, I have no reason​​ to accept. Besides,​⁠ coming to the‍‍⁠ training area with‌‌‌ that kind of‍ intent… it’s pretty‍‌‌ annoying.”

Saki‌ shrugged and shook‍​​ her head.

“How‌ self-centered. Abel, since‌​ you haven’t been​⁠ coming, you don’t⁠ know, but I’ve​ been here every‌‍ day. I only‌⁠ suggested the duel⁠​‍ just now, on‍ impulse. And the‌‍⁠ reason? Ugh… explaining‌ it’s a pain.‍‍​ So, are you⁠​​ going to fight​⁠ or not?”

“…Ha.”⁠‌​

Abel⁠​⁠ let out a disbelieving laugh. That‍⁠‌ was the tone‍​ of someone making‌‍‍ a request? It‍‍ sounded more like‍ she was doing‌ a favor.

A small crack formed‍‍ on Abel’s face.⁠​

‘It’s‍ tempting to accept⁠‌⁠ just to teach⁠ her some manners…’‍‌⁠

But‌ doing so would⁠‍ be playing right‌‍‌ into Saki’s hands.​ It’d be falling⁠ into her game.⁠‌⁠ Besides, it wasn’t‍‍‍ just pride—she didn’t​‌ know Saki’s intentions,⁠ there was no​‌⁠ clear objective, and‍ no valid reason.⁠‌‍

A duel, in essence,​​​ is an act‌ of mutual respect⁠ toward the opponent.‌ This didn’t meet​‌ any of those⁠⁠ conditions.

‘In‍⁠ this case, rejecting⁠⁠​ is the smart‍‌ thing to do.’‌⁠​

Just⁠ when Abel was‌‍ about to decide,​⁠‍ another person entered⁠‍⁠ the training area.​‌‌

It​ was Yu Sein.‍‌‌

“…Now‍‍⁠ what’s she doing‌ here?”

This⁠‌ was unexpected too.‍⁠ Yu Sein was‌⁠⁠ as out of‌​​ place in a training area as​‌‍ Saki, if not‌ more. Even Saki​‍ showed a slight‌ start at her‌​⁠ appearance.

The‌​‌ already tense atmosphere‌‍⁠ became even stranger.‌‍ With Abel and​​ Saki’s eyes on⁠​ her, Sein walked​‍‌ right between the​⁠ two. Her pupils⁠​‍ were still pitch-black.‍‌

Only‍​‌ Kang Geom-Ma had‌⁠‌ that same eye‍‌‌ color, probably because​⁠ of a shared‌​‌ bond. It was⁠ said that Yu​​​ Sein and Kang⁠ Geom-Ma were related,‌⁠‍ and everyone believed​⁠ it because of‌‌ those dark eyes.‌‌‍

Yu​‌ Sein looked at​⁠ both of them,‍ alternating her gaze.‌‌‌ Then, as if‌​ she immediately understood​ the mood, she‌ smiled gently.

“If‌ you want, I can be the‍​‌ referee.”

She⁠​ reached into her‌​‌ pocket and pulled‍‍ out a whistle,⁠​‌ which she put​‌‌ to her lips.‍​

…Why‍ does she even‍‍ carry that? Both⁠⁠ Abel and Saki​⁠⁠ shared the same‌⁠⁠ question. But now​ there was even​⁠⁠ a referee. With‍ her gaze, Sein​⁠ urged them to‍‍​ begin.

‘Aren’t‍ you going to‌⁠‌ start?’

At⁠⁠​ that point, backing​​‍ down would be⁠ the same as​​⁠ admitting defeat. The‌‍​ confusion lasted only‌​‌ a moment, and‌⁠ Abel’s eyes sharpened.⁠‍⁠

It​ was impulsive and‍​⁠ sudden, yes, but⁠⁠ the situation inevitably‌ led to a duel. Even though‌ she didn’t know‌ the reason behind‍⁠‍ it, she had⁠⁠ no reason to‌ avoid it either.⁠

Abel‍‍ firmly grasped the​⁠ hilt of her‌​⁠ sword with both‍⁠ hands. She took‌ a deep breath‌ and gathered her‍⁠‍ energy. The blade‍ rose vertically, dividing‍‍ her figure symmetrically.⁠​ It was a silent acceptance.

“What‍⁠‍ kind of duel‍ will it be?”‌

Saki,⁠​‍ without changing her⁠‍‍ expression, slung the‌ quiver over her‍​‍ shoulder. The arrow⁠‌‍ tips were finely​‍​ sharpened.

“No​ need to say​⁠⁠ it. This is​​‌ Joaquin Academy. Of⁠‍⁠ course it’ll be⁠​⁠ a duel in​ the dimensional space.”⁠‍

***‌‌​

“What‌​ the hell is‍‌‌ going on here…?”​

Those‍‍ were the first‍​‌ words that came​ out of my‍⁠​ mouth when I arrived at the‍⁠‍ training field.

I had already sensed​​ some presences before‌​ entering. Even so,‍ I hadn’t given​​⁠ it much thought…‍‍⁠ until I saw⁠⁠ that completely incompatible⁠⁠ mix of people—Abel,​​‌ Saki, and Sein.‍​

To‍ make things worse,⁠‍⁠ they’d already deployed‌​⁠ an improvised dimensional​ barrier. And that⁠ could only mean‌⁠⁠ one thing—a duel‌ in a subdimensional⁠‍⁠ space. At a glance, it seemed​ the duelists were‍​ Abel and Saki,‍⁠‍ with Sein acting‍ as referee, whistle‍ in mouth.

‘Aren’t⁠‍ they going a bit overboard for​ a simple duel?’‍⁠

The‍ sparks flying between‌‌⁠ them and the⁠ charged gazes filled​‌‍ the air in‌ the training field.​ It wasn’t just⁠​ hostility. Nor was⁠⁠⁠ it just determination.​⁠⁠

It​ was fighting instinct.‍‌‍ But to an‍ exaggerated degree… It⁠ was like two​ beasts baring their⁠‍‍ fangs, fighting over‍‍⁠ the same prey.⁠‍ Whatever it was​ they wanted, it‌‍​ was clear they‍ both desired it⁠​ equally.

Otherwise,​​ how could there​ be so much​⁠⁠ pressure in the‌‌‌ air? Their eyes⁠‌ were a mix‍‍‍ of obsession and⁠ need. They weren’t‍‍‌ thinking of losing.⁠ They wanted it…​⁠ they needed it.⁠

‘Huff…‌ gave me chills.’‍

Just‌‌ as I was‌‌ trying to sneak‍⁠ out of the⁠ training field unnoticed,⁠‍‌ my eyes met‍‍‍ Yu Sein’s. Abel‌ and Saki were⁠​ so focused on‌‍​ each other they​​​ didn’t even notice‌⁠‍ I was there.‌‌‍ Of the three,​‍‌ only Sein acknowledged​‌⁠ me.

Her‌⁠ black eyes stared⁠​​ straight at me.​⁠ I’d seen so‌‍ many strange eye⁠​​ colors lately, that⁠ black now seemed‌‌​ the most out‍‌ of place. Though‌‌ it could also​ be because, of​⁠⁠ the three, Sein‌​‍ remained the most​ enigmatic to me.​

That‍⁠ brief stare-down ended.⁠⁠‌ With the whistle‌‌ still between her‌​​ lips, Sein curved⁠​‌ her lips into⁠​ a slight smile.‍ Then, just with‌ the movement of⁠ her lips, she‍​​ said.

‘Where⁠‌ are you going?​‌ If you’re the​ cause of this‍‍ fight, who else‍‌ should be watching​ this?’

“…What?”‌

I didn’t have time​‌​ to answer. The‌​ whistle rang out⁠‍‍ with a sharp‌ piiiiip.

[The‍ duel between Abel​‍​ von Nibelung and⁠ Saki Ryozo is‍​ hereby declared open.]‍‌⁠

[May‍‍ the Blessing of‌ the heroes guide⁠ them.]

***⁠

As‌⁠ soon as the⁠ mechanical voice signaled‍⁠​ the start of‍​ the duel, Abel‌⁠ charged forward. In⁠‍ a fight against‌​​ an archer, distance⁠ was key. The⁠​ farther away, the⁠‍ greater the disadvantage.‌⁠ But on the⁠ flip side, if⁠ you closed that‍​ distance, you gained‍‍​ the upper hand.​‍

Abel‌ reached Saki in‌⁠‍ just three steps⁠⁠ and launched a low slash with​ her sword. It​‌ was a duel‌​ in subdimensional space.​ There was no‍‌‌ reason to hold⁠ back. She went​ straight for the‍⁠ weak point.

‘If⁠‌‌ I immobilize her‌​ legs, she can’t‍⁠‍ play with distance.’⁠‌‍

The‌ blade aimed for​‌⁠ her lower right‍⁠ flank.

But‍‌‍ Saki slightly lifted​‍ her right leg.‌ Just as the‍⁠ blade neared the​​⁠ ground, the sole​ of her boot‍ stepped on the‍ back of the​ weapon, redirecting it.‍‍ The tip of‌⁠‌ the sword dug‌‌ into the ground.‍​

Abel​ held her breath.​‍ Very few students‍ could react to‌ her attacks. Maybe‍‌‌ Kang Geom-Ma and‍​ Leon, and that​‍ was about it.‌⁠‍

‘She‍​‍ didn’t just react.‌ She predicted it.’​​‌

Saki‍‌ had anticipated the‌​​ move. From a slight movement, a muscular tension, a breath adjustment, a minimal shoulder contraction…‍⁠‍ she could read‌​⁠ the body’s patterns⁠‌‌ and move before​ Abel even completed‌​‌ the action.

But​ that was only‍ possible because it​ was Saki. Her‍‌‌ kinetic vision was⁠‌ monstrous, and her‍⁠ ability to calculate​ and execute had​ to function in​​‌ fractions of a second.

‘Damn‍⁠​ it.’

Abel⁠‍ snapped back to⁠‌ her senses and⁠‌⁠ raised her head.‍ Saki had an‍‌ arrow aimed directly⁠‍ at her face.​ She had to‌‌ dodge it. If⁠​​ an arrow hit⁠‍ you at that⁠ distance, the fight‌⁠ was over. But​ the attack came​‌‍ from a completely‌ different direction.

Thump.‌⁠‌

A dull, solid blow.​‌‌ Saki’s left foot‍‌ drove straight into⁠ Abel’s abdomen. Her‍ torso bent forward‌​ as if she‌‌‌ were about to‌‌‌ collapse. The arrow‍‌⁠ threat was nothing‍ but a distraction.‌​

The‍‍⁠ next attack came​​​ immediately. Saki swung‍⁠​ her bow like⁠⁠ a club. To‌ dodge it, Abel‍⁠​ would have to‍‍​ let go of⁠‍ her sword. But⁠‍ doing that would​ render the fight‌⁠ meaningless.

So​‍‌ she chose to⁠​ give up a shoulder without hesitation.​⁠‍

Crash!‌

A crack sounded—a rib‌‌ had broken. The‍ sharp pain numbed‍‍ her entire right⁠‌‌ arm.

“Ugh.”‍‍

A thunderclap exploded in​ her head. She‌ nearly blacked out.⁠ With great effort,‌‍ Abel dragged her⁠ sword upward. The‌​ blade burst forth‌ from below, rising‌⁠ diagonally.

A line of blood‌​​ traced across Saki’s‍ chest, and a stream of blood‍ spurted instantly. She‍​‌ hadn’t expected Abel⁠‌ to sacrifice an‍​‌ arm just to⁠⁠ strike.

Abel‍‍​ didn’t let the​ opportunity slip. Her‌‍‍ sword, which had‌​​ risen like a bird, now fell​‍‍ with force from‍​​ above.

Saki‍‍‌ leaned backward as⁠‌ if collapsing. The⁠​ sword slashed vertically⁠‍ through where she‌‌ had just been.‌​⁠ If she hadn’t‍‍⁠ moved, she would’ve‌‌ been cleaved in‌​‌ two.

Feeling‌‍‍ a chill, Saki‌​ pushed back urgently.‍‌‌ Abel pursued her.‌

‘I‌‍⁠ need distance.’

In‍‌‌ close combat, she‍‍‍ didn’t stand a chance. She could‍​ only predict Abel’s‌⁠⁠ moves once or‍⁠​ twice. Her opponent‍​‍ was Abel—not the​⁠‍ type to fall​ for the same​ trick twice.

Saki‌ knew well that‍‍‌ she was disadvantaged‌‍ in every way—physical​​​ condition, reflexes, technique.​ Even so, she‍ had asked for⁠‌ this duel.

But‍⁠‍ that didn’t mean⁠ she intended to‍⁠ give up.

‘I​‌ just need one‍‌⁠ chance.’

Saki‌‌ sprinted away from‍ Abel while firing⁠ arrows one after⁠ another to keep​‍ her at bay.‌

At⁠⁠‍ first, Abel dodged​ them, but soon​ she began deflecting‍‍ them with her‍ sword. Even though⁠‍ the arrows were⁠‌ blessed, Abel was‍‌ channeling her own‌​ Blessing—one that rivaled​⁠ or even surpassed‌​ Saki’s.

The​​⁠ balance of the‍⁠‌ fight began to‌ shift. As Saki‌‍‍ slowed, Abel moved​ with striking agility.‌ Even with one⁠​​ of her shoulders​‍​ wrecked, the advantage‌ was clearly hers.‌​⁠

The‌ gap between them​ closed quickly. Abel’s​‌⁠ sword swung toward‌ the back of​ Saki’s neck. The‍ physical difference was​​ overwhelming. But with⁠ greater speed came‌​⁠ greater inertia.

‘This⁠⁠ is the moment‍‍‍ I waited for.’​​‌

Saki​⁠ stepped sideways. Her⁠⁠ feet slid across​⁠‌ the floor like‌‌‍ she was skating⁠ on ice. The‍‌ sword swept over‌ her head without‌ hitting.

Fwoosh!​​‍

As​⁠ soon as the​‍ sound of air‌‍​ slicing vanished, Saki‍⁠​ nearly lay flat‍⁠⁠ on the ground‍‌⁠ and drew her⁠‍ bow.

When‌‌ the string brushed⁠⁠ the center of‌​⁠ her lips, she⁠‌ released the shot.​​⁠ The sharp arrow⁠‍​ gleamed brightly, aimed⁠‌​ straight between Abel’s​ eyes.

Abel⁠‍‍ was running full‌​ speed, no time​ to dodge—

Crack.⁠‍‌

Saki’s​‍‌ eyes widened in‍⁠ disbelief. Abel had⁠ caught the arrow‌‌‍ with her teeth.​‍ Her mouth was⁠‌⁠ soaked in blood.‌

Unable​⁠​ to dodge or‍‍‍ counter due to‌​​ inertia, she had‍​ chosen to bite⁠‌⁠ it. Abel’s eyes‍​​ burned with venomous​ fury.

Saki⁠‍ fired another arrow⁠ immediately. But the​‌ trajectory was unstable,⁠‌ and Abel deflected‌ it with ease.‌⁠‌

The‌⁠⁠ weakened arrows bounced⁠​ across the ground,​‍ the walls, and⁠ nearby objects.

Abel​ lunged forward. Her​ sharpened blade gleamed⁠⁠‍ brightly. And right‍‌​ in front of⁠‍ her, Saki was‍‍‍ falling backward.

Just‍ when Abel was‌​ certain of her​‍ victory over an​‌ apparently defenseless opponent—her‌‍​ pupils dilated.

“Abel,⁠​⁠ your problem… is‌⁠ that you only⁠​ know how to​‍‌ charge forward.”

Saki‍‍​ gave a faint‌ smile.

“You⁠⁠ should look back​ once in a while too. Otherwise,​ you end up​ getting hit in‌⁠⁠ the back of​⁠‌ the head… like‌ now, see?”

Bang.​ Bang. Bang.

One⁠‌⁠ of the arrows‍‌​ that had ricocheted​ off various surfaces​​ was now heading⁠‍‍ straight for Abel’s⁠‍ nape. At the​⁠ same time, her⁠⁠ sword was descending‌​‍ lightly.

“Don’t⁠‍ take it too⁠ hard if you⁠ lose. From this‍ point on… it’s‍ a matter of‌‌‍ luck.”

“…!”‍⁠⁠

An⁠​‍ undetected arrow. A blade falling like​​‍ thunder.

The​ two girls clashed‍​‍ in an eternal⁠ instant, each leaving⁠‍‌ everything to fate.‌

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