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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 199 – Succession Ceremony (1)

Chapter 199 – Succession Ceremony (1)

Sacrifice.​⁠‌

The​​ crowd doesn’t understand​⁠​ the weight of‌‌ those two simple⁠ syllables. And yet,‌ they demand it​ from heroes.

They​​ expect a hero‍ to devote their‍ life to a noble cause, and​‍ they take it​⁠ for granted that​ said hero will‍‌ be willing to‍‍ give their life‌ for humanity.

The​⁠ more famous a hero becomes, the​‌ heavier the word‍​ — “sacrifice” — presses down on‍​‌ their shoulders.

So‍⁠ then, how much‌⁠‍ must a Hero‍‌‌ of the Seven‌‌ Stars sacrifice? And‌ is the price⁠‌​ of that sacrifice‌⁠​ worth it?

Saki⁠⁠ Kojima pondered that⁠‍‌ question for a long time.

And‌ strangely, when he⁠⁠​ was younger, his⁠‌ answer had been⁠‍​ yes. Of course,‌⁠ it was largely‌ thanks to the‌ influence of another​ person.

‘Shouldn’t‌⁠⁠ someone bear that‍‌​ burden? And since​⁠ we’re at it,​‌ isn’t it best‌ that it be‍ us? What’s with‍⁠ that why me⁠​ face? It’s obvious!‌ Because we’re the⁠‌ strongest! We can​‍‌ endure it better‍‍ than anyone!’

That’s‍⁠ what Alice Louise⁠ once said during⁠⁠‌ their school days‍‌ at Joaquin Academy,⁠ proudly flexing her​ robust muscles.

At‍‌⁠ the time, Kojima‍⁠​ thought they were⁠ just empty words.⁠‌

After‌‍ all, anyone can​⁠ say something noble.‌⁠‌ What matters is‌⁠ whether they follow⁠‍ through.

But⁠‌​ Alice did follow​​‌ through. If someone‍​ needed help, she⁠‍ went — no‌‌‌ matter how dangerous​​‍ the place. She‍​​ always led by‌‌ example as a hero. And that‌‍‌ conviction didn’t waver,‌​‍ even after she‌ married Kojima.

Kojima‍ wanted her to⁠‌ stay home, but‌ Alice shut that⁠ down with a fierce glare.

‘Say‍ that again, and‌ we’re getting divorced.’⁠​

…And‌‌ so, their life⁠‍‍ together carried on‍‍⁠ without incident. At⁠ least, until that‌​ day came.

Forty‌ years ago, the‌​ commander of the⁠ Sixth Legion, Basmon,‌‍ suddenly appeared near⁠ the Gate of​‍⁠ Gehenna. At the‍‍ same time, the‍ seven most powerful⁠​ heroes of humanity‌⁠ were summoned. They​​ would later be‌‌‌ known as the‍‍ Seven Stars.

The‍‍ biggest problem was‌ where Basmon had‍​‍ emerged. Demons grow‍ stronger the closer⁠‌ they are to​ the demon world.‌

Thus,​ the plan was⁠ to lure him‌⁠ away from the⁠ Gate. Someone had​⁠ to serve as​⁠ bait to draw‌ him out.

It​ was a suicide‌ mission — to‌‌​ face the Sixth​‌⁠ Legion commander at⁠‍ full power, divert⁠⁠ him without being⁠ detected, and lead‌​ him to the​‌ battlefield. And it​‌‍ had to be‍‍​ done alone.

If⁠ two or three‍ people went, the⁠ risk of Basmon⁠‍⁠ noticing would rise.‍

‘I’ll‌ go.’

Siegfried‍ volunteered without hesitation.⁠⁠ Someone had to,‌‌‌ and he believed⁠‌ it should be‍‍‌ him.

Others‌⁠⁠ could take his​‌‌ place, sure, but​‌‌ the odds of‍​ success would drop⁠‌ significantly. At the‍‍ time, he was​⁠ considered the strongest​ human alive.

Richard‌​ of Mura protested‌​⁠ fiercely, saying he​ would go instead,⁠‍‌ but most agreed‌‍ it should be‍‌‍ Siegfried. They feared⁠​ Richard’s impulsive nature‍‌⁠ would ruin the​‍‌ plan.

So⁠​‍ everything seemed decided.​‌‌

Before‍‌ dawn, while the⁠‍ sky was still​ pale, someone visited⁠​‍ Siegfried’s post.

‘I’ll‍‌‍ go, senior.’

Alice‍​ appeared, her eyes‍‍ resolute.

‘I’m‌‌ a tank. This‍‌ duty is mine.’‌⁠

Siegfried‍ frowned and shook⁠⁠ his head.

‘I‍‌​ can’t send a comrade to certain‍‍ death.’

‘You’re​ saying that because⁠⁠⁠ I just gave⁠⁠ birth to our⁠ third child, right?⁠‌ I get it.‍ I appreciate the​ concern, but tell‍ me this what‌ happens if you‍‍‍ die? Then the⁠​‌ whole plan falls⁠​ apart.’

‘Even‌‍⁠ so, I can’t‌‌⁠ let you go.’‍

Siegfried​​ was firm, but‍​‌ Alice insisted.

‘I‌‍​ was called here‌‌⁠ for this very‌‍ reason. If you‌​ go in my‍⁠ place, you’ll be​‌ interfering with what’s⁠‍​ rightfully mine. Let‍‌ me do it.⁠ We both know‍‍‌ this is the‍ best way to‌​⁠ minimize losses.’

‘……’‍‌‌

Siegfried​‍ fell silent, his‌ expression dark. Because⁠‌ he knew. He⁠ knew Alice was​ right.

‘…Does⁠​ Kojima know?’

Alice⁠⁠ gave a bitter​‌​ smile.

‘Of‍ course not. If‍‌​ he knew, he’d‌‍‍ do everything in​‌ his power to⁠‌ stop me.’

‘Even‍⁠‌ if I don’t‍ say a word,‌ he’ll resent me⁠‌‌ for it.’

‘I⁠‍ know. And deep‌⁠ down, he knows‍‌ too. He knows​ I’m the best‍‍‌ suited for this.‌‌ But he doesn’t​ have the courage‌‌​ to say it.’‍

Then,‍‌ Alice looked up⁠ at the pale‍⁠‌ sky. The darkness⁠‍ was beginning to⁠​ retreat, and the⁠‌‍ sun was rising.‌‍​

The‌‍​ moon and stars‍ that lit up‍ the night faded​ from view.

Just⁠⁠ like those lights‍​‍ vanishing with the​‌ dawn, Alice was​‍ ready to step⁠‍‍ aside. There was‍‌ no bitterness in‌⁠​ her.

Only‍‌ duty.

‘This‍⁠​ is the only​ way to avoid⁠ an even greater⁠‍ sacrifice.’

Her⁠‍ decision, though heroic,‌‌ was selfish to‍ those around her‍​​ — especially her​‍​ family.

But⁠​ in her mind,‍​⁠ there was no‍‍‌ other choice. Because‌​ she was a hero.

As⁠ sunlight brushed the⁠‌‍ earth, Alice silently⁠​ murmured.

‘Kojima‍ is a hero‌​​ too. I’m sure​‌ he’ll understand my⁠ decision.’

***‍

“What​‌ did you just​⁠ say?”

The‍‍‌ voice, brimming with‌ rage, didn’t come⁠​‍ from the Swordmaster—it‍‌ came from Changseong.‍ He stepped forward‍‍‌ with a heavy‍​⁠ stomp and planted‍ himself in front​ of Kojima, frowning​⁠‍ hard.

“I’ll‍‌ ask again, archer.⁠‍‍ What did you‌⁠ just say about⁠ Nibelung?”

“Has‌ Senior Changseong grown‍ so old that​‍ he can’t hear‌ properly unless things​ are repeated?”

Kojima​ replied with a scornful tone.

“Senior​ Siegfried looked like⁠⁠ he’d lost his​ edge. I said⁠⁠⁠ it clearly.”

“…You​⁠ insolent bastard… So‌​ you’re trying to⁠ step over your⁠​‌ senior now, huh?”‍

“My,‌‍ since when were⁠ you and Senior⁠ Siegfried so close?​ You two snarl‍ at each other‍‍ just walking down​ the hall. I don’t think you’re​‌‌ in a position⁠ to be angry‍‌⁠ on his behalf.”​​

Changseong⁠‌⁠ didn’t respond to​​ Kojima’s sarcasm. Instead,​⁠⁠ he threw a punch. Kojima, as‍‌ if expecting it,​⁠ pivoted clockwise to​ dodge.

Changseong’s‍⁠ brute strength was​‍ unmatched, but his​⁠ style was direct‍‍‌ and predictable. A powerful hit didn’t⁠⁠ mean much if‍‌​ it could be‍​ dodged.

However…⁠‍⁠

Thud!‍​

Changseong​‍‌ grabbed his left⁠⁠⁠ shoulder. A hand‌‌‌ as large as‌​‌ a pot lid​ gripped him tightly.‌⁠​

“Enough⁠ childish games, archer.”⁠‍

Changseong⁠‌⁠ stared down at​‍ him coldly, then⁠​ spoke in a low voice.

“For​ Alice’s sake, I’ll⁠ let this one‍ slide. But grit​​⁠ your teeth—unless you⁠‌‍ want to replace‌ your whole jaw‍ with implants.”

Just‍​ then, a figure‌‌⁠ in green stepped‌ between them.

Boom!‌⁠

A thunderous impact rocked⁠‍⁠ the room. The‌‍ force kicked up‌‍ dust and shook‍⁠ the chandelier loose.‌​

Changseong’s‍‍ fist stopped just⁠ short of Kojima’s⁠ face. A slender‍⁠​ hand had caught‍⁠ his wrist mid-air.⁠⁠​

“Gorilla,⁠​‍ that’s enough. Kang‌​ Geom-Ma is here.‌ Did you forget‌ our promise? No​‍‍ one would cause‍ trouble during the​⁠ interview.”

Media​⁠ let go of‍‌ his wrist. Only​​ then did Changseong‌​ lower his fist.‌​

“I‌‌ got carried away.⁠⁠ Sorry, Media.”

“Then‍ act like it.‍⁠ You always pull​​ something and then‍‍ apologize. I’m sick​⁠ of it. And​⁠​ you…”

Media⁠​ turned to glare‍ at Kojima.

“You,⁠‌ brat. If you‍ speak like that⁠‍ again, I won’t‌ let it slide.‍​⁠ Today I’ll chalk​​⁠ it up as⁠​ a misunderstanding, so‍ leave while I’m‍⁠‍ being nice.”

“……”‍‌​

“And⁠‍‍ let me be‌⁠ clear from now‍‍‌ on—don’t go near⁠‍ Kang Geom-Ma again.”‌⁠​

Kojima⁠ stared at her,⁠ then turned away.‌‍ Before leaving the⁠ room, he cast​‍ a sharp glance​ at the three‌‌ of them, then⁠‌ walked out without‍ a word.

The​⁠‍ tension eased—for now.​ In that slight​​ calm, the Swordmaster‍‌ approached me.

His‍‍‍ face was stiff,‌ tinged with discomfort.‍ No doubt he⁠‌ felt ashamed for‍ setting a poor⁠‌​ example as an‍⁠⁠ adult.

He⁠ broke the silence‌ with a sigh.‍​

“That⁠‌⁠ was shameful. Sorry⁠‌ you had to‌ see that.”

Just‌​ as I expected.​​‌ The predictable response.​​

I replied casually.

“It​‍ must’ve been very​ frustrating for you,‌⁠​ Swordmaster. Being told⁠ that to your‌ face.”

“Ha,‍‌‍ don’t worry. I’m‍​ not a child‌‌ who flares up‌‌‍ over words.”

His​⁠ face finally relaxed‌‍​ a little. Then‌⁠ he looked toward‍ the door Kojima​‍ had exited and‍‌‌ asked me.

“From​​ your perspective… did‌⁠ Kojima seem like‌⁠ he truly hated‍​​ me?”

“To‌‍ be honest… yes.‌‍ He looked at​ you like you⁠ were his worst‍ enemy.”

“I⁠ see. So that’s⁠ how you saw⁠‍‌ it.”

His‍ voice grew heavier.‌

“Kojima‌ may hold some‍⁠ grudge against me,‌‌‌ but I doubt⁠‌‌ he still hates​​⁠ me that much.‌‌ He doesn’t like​​‍ me, that’s true…‍ but the one⁠​ he truly despises⁠⁠ isn’t me.”

“……”‌‍‍

“The​ one who angers‌⁠ him most… is​ himself. It’s called‍⁠ self-loathing. He still​ can’t accept the⁠​​ decision of the‍‌ person he valued⁠‌ most. Because he⁠​‌ always tried to​​​ see the world‌⁠ through logic, not‌​ emotions.”

Self-loathing?​‌ The decision of​ someone important to⁠‍ him?

Without‌ context, I couldn’t‍​​ make sense of⁠⁠‌ it.

Since⁠⁠⁠ I didn’t respond,⁠ the Swordmaster seemed⁠​‍ to come back‍ to himself after‍ a pause. He⁠‍ scratched the back‌​ of his neck‍‌ awkwardly.

“Geez…⁠⁠‌ I guess I’ve​ gotten sentimental with​‍ age. You must​‌ be tired. Go​‌ rest. The succession​‌⁠ ceremony is in⁠​ three days, right?⁠ You’ll be too​⁠​ busy to breathe.‍‌⁠ Get some sleep⁠ while you can.”⁠‌

***‍​

Night​ had deepened. Back⁠‍​ in the dorm,‌‍ I lay on⁠‌ my side facing​‌ the wall. No⁠‍ matter how much⁠⁠ I tossed and⁠ turned, I couldn’t​‌‌ fall asleep.

I felt unsettled. Everything‌‌ that happened earlier⁠ weighed on me—and​‍⁠ above all, the‌‌ upcoming “succession ceremony”⁠⁠ kept swirling in⁠ my mind.

I turned and stared‌‌​ at the ceiling,​​​ tracing the yellowed⁠‌ spots that had‍‌ built up over‌ time. It had‍⁠‍ already been over‍⁠ two years since​ I came to​‍‍ this world.

I retraced each memory.‍‍ Just a couple​⁠‌ years ago, I was slicing sashimi.‍​ Now, in three‌⁠​ days, I’d become​⁠ a Hero of‍⁠‍ the Seven Stars.​

When‌‌ I first entered‍​​ the academy, I never imagined this.‍ Back then, I was just trying‌​‍ to survive, with‍⁠ no particular goal.‌ But from now‌ on, I had‍‍ to move forward​ carrying the fate‍⁠ of humanity. My‍​ “self” alone no‌‌‌ longer fit within‌‌‌ that vessel.

It‍‍‌ wasn’t about whether​‌ I could or‍ couldn’t. It was‍⁠ a duty.

“……”⁠

Then⁠​ it happened.

Bzzz—‍

The⁠⁠ phone on my‌​ desk vibrated softly.‌​‌ I carefully got​‍ out of bed‍ and went to‍​‌ check it.

[Hello,‍‌‌ Kang Geom-Ma. My‌‌ name is Vixbig.​ Given the urgency,‍⁠‍ I apologize for‌⁠ getting straight to‌ the point.]

The‌‌‌ screen lit up‍⁠ again.

[Ryozo‍⁠‌ has disappeared.]

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