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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 193 – Lack (1)

Chapter 193 – Lack (1)

[The‌‍⁠ result of the​ duel is…]

Beep―!‌‌

[…Draw!]​⁠​

[Thank⁠​‌ you both for​⁠⁠ your efforts.]

[May​⁠ the Hero’s Blessing‌‍ be with you.]​‌

***​

“Haa…⁠‍ haa…”

The​​‌ subspace barrier dissipated.‌

Only​⁠‌ then did the⁠​⁠ labored breathing of‌ both fighters fill⁠‍ the training ground.​​⁠ Abel was seated‌ on the ground,‌⁠ supporting herself with‌ one arm as‍⁠​ best she could,‍​ while Saki lay‌ completely sprawled on⁠ her back. Though‍‌‍ their postures differed,‌ both were drenched⁠ in cold sweat.‍‍⁠

“……”​

I remained standing, unmoving,‍ in a corner‌⁠‍ of the field‍​ still burning with‍‌ the heat of​⁠ battle. What I had just witnessed‍ had drained me‌‍ of half my​ strength.

Honestly,‌​‍ I expected the‌ fight to be⁠⁠ much more passive.​‌⁠ Even if it⁠‍⁠ was a subspace‍ duel, they were‍ still wielding steel‍‍⁠ weapons. No matter​‍⁠ how determined their‌ gazes were, a real fight was‍ another matter. I thought it would​​‍ be just a slightly rough skirmish…‍‌​

But‍⁠ what I saw‍⁠ was a fight⁠⁠⁠ to the death.‍ They literally fought​​ with their lives‌ on the line.‍ And the level‌​‌ of violence displayed⁠⁠ was astonishing.

‘Abel‍ has improved a lot since last​ time.’

Youth​ has the privilege​ of rapid growth,⁠‍ but Abel’s case​⁠ was exceptional. Her‍ judgment was swift‌ and precise at‌‌ every moment. She‌​​ knew exactly when‍‌⁠ to give way​ and when to⁠ seize an opening.⁠‌​

A classic strategy—sacrificing something​‌ to protect a vital point. Everyone‌‍⁠ knows it, but​ few dare to‌‍ apply it.

Dodging‍⁠‌ a blow is⁠‍ human instinct. Even⁠‍​ veteran heroes, when​‌‍ a sword is​ aimed directly at⁠‍ their face, will‌ flinch on reflex.⁠‍‌

But​ Abel, only seventeen⁠‌ years old, could‌‌​ instantly distinguish which​ attacks to block⁠⁠‍ and which to⁠‍ avoid. In that‌​ regard, she was⁠⁠⁠ beyond many veterans‌​​ I had seen‍⁠‌ during the Presidential‍ Selection Tournament.

And‍‌‌ not only that.‍‌ Her aura in‍‌​ every thrust was⁠ much more refined‌ than before. Back⁠⁠⁠ in the undead‍⁠‌ dungeon, her immaturity​‌ was still visible,​‌⁠ which was only​ natural for her⁠‍ age. But now,⁠ there wasn’t a single crack.

I shook my head⁠⁠‍ in awe and​ slowly turned my‌⁠ gaze.

‘That‌ Ryozo managed a draw against that…’​

Ryozo‌‍ held her ground⁠​ equally. Though she‌‍ was on the‍​‍ defensive in the⁠⁠​ final phase, she‍ clearly had the‍‌‍ upper hand in​⁠‍ the first half‍ of the fight.‌⁠‌ And we’re talking‌‌ about Abel, second‌⁠‍ of her generation,‍⁠ with explosive growth.‌​‍

I was impressed by⁠ her reading of‌​⁠ the fight and‍ her ability to⁠⁠ anticipate attacks. No⁠‍ one else could’ve‌‌​ done that.

‘Although…‌⁠⁠ why did they⁠ fight all of⁠ a sudden?’

The‍ doubt came late,‍‌ but it came.‍ They were clearly‌ competing for something.‌‍ But what? What‌​ ignited such a fierce rivalry? And‌‌‍ why do I suddenly have chills…?‍⁠

I ran a hand‍⁠‌ down my arm,‌ feeling the cold.‍

“Huff…”​

Abel,​‍‌ catching her breath,⁠‌ ran a hand‌ through her hair.‍ She staggered as‌⁠⁠ she stood, slowly‍​​ walking toward Saki,‍⁠ who was still‍‌​ lying down. Her⁠‍‌ shadow cast over‌ Saki’s head.

From⁠‍‌ her upside-down perspective,‍​‌ Abel extended a hand.

“That‌⁠‍ was a good⁠‍ fight.”

“……”‌⁠

Saki​ looked at the‌ offered hand and‍​⁠ then at Abel’s‌ face, alternating her​ gaze without moving.‌

“You’re​⁠‍ not planning to⁠‌‌ sleep there, right?⁠⁠⁠ Come on, take‍ it. I’m at​‌ my limit too.”⁠‌

Abel⁠ lowered her waist‌⁠​ a bit more,‌⁠ bringing her hand​ close enough to​​ almost touch. A lock of her‌ hair brushed Saki’s⁠ lips.

Saki​ moved her arm​‌‌ slightly, but stood‍ up on her​‌ own. With an‍⁠ indifferent expression, she‌ brushed the dust‍‌‍ off herself.

“It’s‌⁠ a good gesture⁠‌‍ to respect the​ duel protocol, but​‌‍ offering your hand​‌ is the winner’s‌ right.”

“Ah…”‍​

Abel,⁠ embarrassed, wiped her⁠ hand on her‍ pants. She was​ so used to​ winning, she’d done‍⁠⁠ it out of‌⁠‌ habit.

But‌‍⁠ this duel had‌ ended in a draw. She had⁠⁠‍ just unintentionally treated⁠​​ her opponent as​​ the loser.

It‍‍ was a mistake‍ that could’ve easily‍​ offended Saki. Abel’s​⁠ face flushed with‌‍ shame.

Saki‍ glanced sideways at​ her and sighed.‍

“I⁠⁠ didn’t mean to⁠⁠​ make you look⁠⁠​ bad, so don’t‍‌ make that face.‌ It was a good fight for‍‌ me too. I didn’t expect a draw, but… I’m​ satisfied.”

A slight smile appeared​ on Saki’s face.​​‌ So subtle it⁠ could only be‍⁠ seen if you⁠‌​ looked closely. Abel‍ nodded awkwardly.

“Y-Yeah.​ I agree. At​ first, I thought⁠‌⁠ I was done‌​​ for… I barely‍ dodged it.”

“…Telling⁠ that to the​‌‍ one who executed‍‌‌ the move doesn’t⁠ sound very thoughtful.”‍⁠​

Saki‍‍⁠ clicked her tongue‍ and muttered.

“By​​​ the way, aren’t⁠ you going to‍​​ tell me the‍⁠ reason for the‌​ duel?”

“No.”‌​

“Why‍⁠⁠ not?”

“You’ve​⁠‍ already figured it‌ out. Why say​⁠ it?”

“Huh?‍‌​ Me? No… well,​‍⁠ maybe…”

Abel⁠ lowered her voice‍ at the end.⁠‌ Looking at Saki,‍ an image came⁠‍ to mind.

‘Don’t‌​ tell me…’

Saki’s⁠‌⁠ eyes were full‍ of determination. A sharp glint, as‌⁠ if saying “I⁠ won’t let you​ take him from​ me.” And the⁠‍⁠ target of that⁠ gaze was…

That’s‌​ when another voice​‍ entered the conversation.‌‌​

“You​​​ both did great.‍‌‍ Really, it was‍ a show. Almost‌ a shame I watched it alone…​‍⁠ ah, I wasn’t‍‌ alone?”

They⁠‌ both turned simultaneously‌​ toward the person‍ they had completely‍ forgotten.

Yu‍⁠‌ Sein approached with‌ a big smile.​⁠

‘Ah,‍ right. She was‌ here too.’

A shared thought arose‌ in both of​ them.

Was​⁠‍ a referee really‌‌‌ necessary for this‌ duel? The verdict‍ comes from the‌‌‍ subspace anyway.

The⁠‌‌ only thing Sein‍⁠⁠ had done was‍⁠ blow a whistle…⁠ and even that‍‍‌ could be handled​​ by the automatic‍ system.

The⁠‍‍ more they thought‍⁠ about it, the‌‍ weirder it all​ seemed.

‘And‌⁠‍ she just happened⁠ to show up‌‍⁠ at the perfect⁠ moment…’

As‌‌‍ if she had‌‌​ been waiting for‍⁠⁠ it. Abel and​‍ Saki’s gazes narrowed‍‍ simultaneously. Under the‍‌⁠ warm pressure of⁠​​ those two looks,​ Yu Sein raised​ her voice toward​ a corner of​ the training field.‍

“Cousin!‌ You think the​‍⁠ same thing, right?”⁠

Their‍​ gazes naturally shifted‌ to me, quietly​ observing from a corner. Their narrowed‍ eyes widened.

“…….”⁠⁠

“…….”‌‍

Silence​​​ took over the‍‍ training ground. The‌‍‍ warm atmosphere turned​‌⁠ as cold as​ ice in an⁠ instant.

I had no idea‌‍‌ why they were​ giving me those⁠​ looks.

I was just watching⁠‍ the fight. Why‌⁠ did the air⁠ suddenly feel so⁠ hostile?

Meanwhile,‌‌‌ Yu Sein quietly⁠⁠ backed away behind‍​⁠ the two. Then,​⁠ with her tongue‍‍‍ slightly out and‍ one eye winking,‍‌ she made a face that said‍⁠ everything without saying‌ a word. I could clearly imagine​ what she was‌‍⁠ thinking, even if‌ she didn’t say⁠‌​ it.

[Sorry‌​ hehe.]

“…….”‌‍‍

And‌ just when all​‌‍ attention had shifted‌ to me, Yu‍​ Sein ran off⁠ at full speed.⁠​‍ She dumped all⁠‌ the responsibility on‍ me and escaped.​​​

Out⁠‌‍ of four people,‍‌⁠ now there were‌ three. With one‍‍​ less, the air⁠‌ in the training‌⁠‍ ground grew even‍ colder.

Abel⁠‌ and Ryozo’s eyes​ darkened little by⁠​‌ little. A chill​⁠ ran through my‌ whole body. It​‌ was far more​ intense than before.‍‍

‘What‌ the hell is‌‌ going on?’

If‍ I tried to​‍ escape like Yu​​ Sein, I’d probably‍ end up with‍⁠ an arrow or‍​ a sword in‍‍⁠ my back. That‌‍‌ wasn’t a metaphor.⁠‌‍

I swallowed hard. My‌⁠ Adam’s apple bobbed.⁠‌

‘The‍‌ best I can​‍​ do…’

I gave a thumbs-up.‍ Their eyes sharpened.‌‌​

‘I‌​ screwed up.’

So​⁠⁠ I raised the‌‍ other thumb as​ well. And flashed⁠​‌ a smile. A “Great job!” gesture.​⁠

Abel‍‌‍ and Saki looked‍‌ at each other.⁠​ Both let out​‌‌ a sigh so​‌⁠ deep it seemed‌ to carry all‌ the world’s misery.⁠‍

“Is​‌​ that lack of⁠‌ tact an act‍​ he’s putting on,‌‍⁠ or is he‍⁠ really like that?‍‌ Could it be‍⁠​ he has some⁠​⁠ disorder? Lack of‌ empathy? Psychopathy? Could​‌⁠ it really be​⁠‍ that?”

Saki​ muttered while rubbing‌‌‍ her forehead. There‌‍ was already a tacit connection between​ the two, so‍ they could speak⁠⁠ freely.

Abel‌​‌ nodded firmly.

“One‌⁠​ time a fortune​‌ teller told me‌ Kang Geom-Ma had​ a reason for‍‍⁠ being so insensitive.”‍⁠

“What?‌‍ You go to‍ those compatibility readings‌ and stuff? Ew…”​‌‌

“N-No!⁠⁠‌ It was because‌ the maid at‍​‌ my house insisted,‍ and since I was already there,‍​ I listened by⁠⁠​ accident.”

Abel⁠‍‍ covered her mouth‌‌‌ with her fist⁠‌ and coughed hard.​

“A-Anyway!‌⁠⁠ The fortune teller‍‌​ said he was​‍​ like that because‍‍‌ something inside him​​ is twisted. And‌‌‍ you should know​ better than anyone,‌⁠​ ‘you,’ who were​⁠ in the same​‍⁠ class as him.”‌⁠​

“……!”‌⁠​

Saki​​⁠ flinched involuntarily. Though⁠ she looked like‌​​ she wanted to‍​ argue, she abruptly⁠ turned away. Her‌​‍ half-visible profile bore‍​ a cold expression.⁠‌​

With‌⁠⁠ her back still​‍ turned, Saki kept‍ speaking.

“Whatever.‍ At this point,‌⁠‍ adding more won’t‍⁠⁠ change anything. I’m​‌‌ leaving. I don’t‌⁠ want to see⁠‌ those damn thumbs​⁠⁠ up again. Just‍ thinking about it‍ makes me want‌⁠ to break something.”​‌‍

Saki‌‌ gathered her things​ and walked out⁠⁠‌ the door. Abel⁠ looked away toward⁠‍⁠ Kang Geom-Ma. He⁠ was still there.‍ Annoyingly firm and⁠ unmoving. He even‍‍ looked a little⁠ sad.

“What​ an idiot…”

Abel​‌ shook her head⁠​ and followed Saki’s‍ steps.

…And‍‌‍ so, Kang Geom-Ma‍‍ was left alone‍⁠ on the training‍​ field.

***‍​

As⁠​ soon as she​‌​ returned to her⁠ room, Saki threw‍ her gear down‍‍​ carelessly.

Her⁠ eyes, dulled from⁠⁠‌ exhaustion, looked lifeless,‍‌​ and the skin‌⁠⁠ beneath them trembled​ slightly.

‘Well,‌‌ makes sense, considering​​​ how much physical⁠⁠‌ effort she put​ in after so​‍​ long.’

Even‍ though it had⁠‍​ been a battle‌‍ in a subdimension‍‌​ outside the bounds‍‍‍ of reality, fatigue​‌​ still accumulated. She’d‌ had her head⁠ cracked open like‍‌ a watermelon, so‌⁠‌ it was only‍⁠ natural her body‌​‌ felt like it⁠⁠ had been run⁠ over.

“Still…”‌​

Saki⁠‍​ let out a satisfied smile. It‌ had been fun.⁠​

After​‌​ all, she was‌ a promising future‍‍​ heroine. She needed‍‍‍ to loosen up⁠‍‌ now and then​ to clear her‍⁠ mind.

“Ugh.‍⁠ But from now‍‍ on I need‌ to take it⁠​ easy.”

She⁠​ groaned while pressing‌⁠ her forehead. She⁠‌ wanted to lie⁠ down right away,​ but she had‍ a mountain of​⁠ tasks to handle.‌‍

Dragging‍‍ her wrecked body,⁠ she sat at‍‌‌ her desk. Eight⁠⁠‌ monitors surrounding her​ like a protective‍⁠ circle welcomed her‍ back.

At‌‍‌ that moment, a line of text‌​⁠ appeared across the⁠ screens with a mechanical beep.

「Welcome⁠‍ back, Ryo_jjo. How​‍​ was your day⁠‌​ today?」

It​‌‍ was Vixbig, the‍​ artificial intelligence Saki‍‍​ had programmed entirely‍ from scratch. While‌‍ absentmindedly coiling the‌⁠ cable of her⁠⁠‍ headphones, she replied.⁠⁠​

“I’m‍‌‍ tired, but I guess it wasn’t‍‌ a bad day.⁠ It was… acceptable.”‌​

「I’m‍ glad to hear‍ that. Ryo_jjo always‍⁠⁠ complains her life‍ is boring, but⁠⁠ ever since you​‌⁠ met K.G.M, you‍‍‍ seem happier. I,​⁠‌ Vixbig, am delighted.」​

A pair of blushing‌ cheeks appeared on⁠​ every monitor.

“I‍​ think I made‍‍​ you too well.⁠ Even an AI‌​ showing emotion…”

「That’s​‌⁠ normal in artificial⁠‍ intelligences.」

“And‍⁠​ now you dare​‍ to talk back.”‍‌

「Beep!‍⁠ Offensive remark against⁠ AI rights detected.‌‌ <」

Saki⁠ rested her chin‌ in her hand‌ and lazily raised‍​ her fingers.

“Enough‍‌ chatter. It’s time⁠⁠ to work.”

「You​ mean the daily​ routine? Mass deletion‍⁠​ of fake articles‌ and rumor videos‌‍​ about K.G.M.」

“Yeah…‌​‌ how much crap​‍ was produced today?”‍‍​

「According⁠‍‌ to estimates, 1,425⁠‍‍ articles and 4,863‍ YouTube videos were⁠​ produced.」

“How⁠ can so much⁠ garbage come out⁠ every day even⁠⁠‍ though we keep‌​ deleting it? I get it from⁠‍ content creators… they’re​⁠ civilians, but why​ do journalists keep⁠​ putting out this‍ filth? They don’t​⁠ even write decent‌⁠​ articles and just​​⁠ spew disguised attacks.”​

Saki‍ grabbed her head,‌‌​ frustrated.

「It’s⁠‍ probably due to‍ K.G.M.’s social background.​⁠ Most media shares‍‍ are owned by‌‍ nobles, so his​ actions seem threatening‌‌⁠ to them.」

“Idiots…”​‍‌

「Anger‌ is bad for⁠​ your health. Anyway,​‌ shall I begin?」​​‌

“Yeah,​ do it. I’d​‍⁠ love to hack‍​​ all those media‍‌⁠ outlets at once,⁠ but I can’t​⁠‍ deal with the​​ consequences.”

「A⁠⁠ wise decision. Ah,‍ and by the⁠‌⁠ way…」

Vixbig‌ hesitated for a moment. Saki frowned.‍

“What​‍ happened?”

「An‌ email arrived while⁠ you were at⁠‍ the training ground.」⁠

“That’s​‌ it? Who’s it​ from?”

「……」‌‌

“Why​​⁠ are you going​​ quiet?”

Saki⁠ pressed Vixbig, who​ continued to hesitate.​⁠​

Finally,⁠‍ the cursor on⁠‌‍ the center monitor‌‌​ began to move,‌ dragging a trail‌ behind it like‍​ a tail.

「…It’s​ an email from‍​ the Saki Family.」⁠

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