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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 205 – Footprints (1)

Chapter 205 – Footprints (1)

The‌ succession ceremony had‍ concluded.

After​ that came the‌⁠​ press conference, interviews,‍​ and the reception—a⁠ series of tedious‌‍​ and boring events‍ that, one way‍ or another, I managed to get⁠​‍ through. Of course,‌⁠ the support of‌‍⁠ Media and the‌ Sword Master was​‌‌ a great help.‍⁠

‘If​⁠ it weren’t for⁠ them, I would‍‍ have messed up‌‍ several times today.’‍

Despite‌⁠ being as exhausted‌⁠‍ as I was,⁠⁠⁠ both of them‌⁠​ looked out for⁠⁠ me at all‌ times.

While‍ silently thanking them,‍​ I continued walking‌‍ without pause. The​​​ destination on this‍​‌ dark night was‍⁠ the dormitory building‍⁠ where I lived.​

In‌‍ fact, there was‌ a celebration banquet‍​​ scheduled afterward, but‍‌​ I rejected it‌‌ without hesitation.

‘Celebration’​⁠ was just a pretext. In reality,‌‌ it was going​​ to be another‍ gathering surrounded by​​​ nobles to receive​ hypocritical greetings.

My‌⁠‍ refusal was enough‍ to cancel the‍‍ evening event immediately.⁠‍

With⁠ a single phrase,‌‌‍ the most important‍​​ aristocrats in the⁠‍​ country were left​ wanting and left.⁠

That​​‍ was the power‍‍⁠ of prestige.

If⁠‍ one is exposed‌‍ to that for‍ too long, their⁠‌ brain starts to‍​ change.

It’s‍‌ no coincidence that‍​ so many honorable​‌ people lose their‍‍ way after rising‌‌​ too high.

“I’ll‌ have to be‌ very careful not‍‍‍ to end up⁠ the same…”

Upon‌‌ returning to my‍‌‌ room, I took‍ off my clothes⁠ and collapsed onto‍‍⁠ the bed.

Fatigue,⁠⁠‌ like sticky grime​‌​ under the eyes,⁠⁠ sank in deeply.​‌⁠

‘…Definitely,⁠ this place is‍​ the most comfortable.’​⁠

The‍​ president of Korea‍‌​ had offered me‍ a suite in⁠‍‌ a 7-star hotel‍⁠ near the academy‍‌⁠ as temporary housing.‌⁠

He‍‍‍ also said they‍​ would immediately start‌ building my official‌⁠‌ residence.

I rejected it without⁠ thinking. And I went straight back​ to my modest⁠‍ and cozy refuge.‌​

A life of luxury​ in a hotel⁠ or mansion would⁠ only serve to⁠‌‍ corrupt me quickly.‌

After​‍‍ all, this small⁠‌ room of just⁠‌⁠ three pyeong was‍‌ very comfortable for⁠ me.

Although⁠ the heating system‍​⁠ was deficient and​ the facilities were‌‌⁠ old…

At​⁠⁠ least now that⁠‍⁠ a Seven Star‍⁠ Hero resides here,⁠⁠​ they should make‍⁠⁠ some improvements.

I’m‌‌‍ going to insist⁠‍ on that. I’m‌​ not asking just‌​ for myself.

All⁠​ the students in​ this building will‌ benefit.

With‍‍ that thought, I rubbed my face​ against the pillow.​‍‌

The⁠ rough and cheap​ fabric helped clear‌⁠ my mind a bit.

Without‍ moving from that​ position, I turned‍‍ my head halfway.‌⁠

My​‌ left eye was⁠ still buried in‌⁠ the pillow, and⁠‍ with the right,⁠‌‌ I stared into‍⁠ space.

I was tired, very​⁠⁠ tired. I’ve defeated‌ all kinds of​‍ monsters, but I think nothing is⁠⁠ as strong as​‍‌ sleep.

I hadn’t slept well‍ for several days.‍ Was this the‌ third already?

“Even‍‍ so, I can’t​ fall asleep yet…”‍‌

There‌‍‍ were still things​ to do.

First,⁠​‍ organize a general​‌ plan for the‌ future. Not a detailed strategy, just⁠ a general guide.​‌

First‌ of all, I already publicly announced⁠‌ that I would‌‌ continue attending Joaquin​‍ Academy.

Everyone⁠​ was left speechless‍⁠ upon hearing it.​​

And‌​⁠ it was no⁠‍⁠ wonder.

A Seven Star Hero,‍⁠​ with a name‌ as grandiose as‌⁠ “Heavenly Sword,” living⁠⁠ the student life?​⁠⁠

It⁠‍‍ was natural for⁠‍ them to look‌ so shocked. If⁠ I were in​ their place, I would have reacted⁠‍ the same.

But‍​ even so, I decided to stay​ at Joaquin Academy.⁠‍ The reason was‍⁠‌ a simple hunch.​​

Even‍‍ for me, that​⁠ sounds ridiculous.
Making​‌ such an important⁠​ decision based on⁠ a hunch? If​​‍ I told someone,‍⁠ I’d get nothing‌ but incredulous laughs.⁠

But⁠ thanks to that‌‍ hunch, I got‌⁠⁠ this far.

Moreover,‌‌​ mine has a peculiarity—it’s deeply linked‌ to my “status‍ window.”

‘And‍⁠​ right now, that‍​⁠ hunch strongly tells​ me I must​ stay.’

It⁠ may not be‍ a very solid⁠‌ foundation, but I’m‌ determined to follow‍⁠​ my own instinct.​​

Also,⁠ if I left‌ the academy, I would undoubtedly be‍ dragged into all⁠ kinds of events.‌‍

And​​‍ honestly, I want​⁠ to avoid those⁠ annoying ceremonies and‌​‌ celebrations at all‍ costs.

Today⁠ I experienced it⁠ firsthand and understood‍‌ it well—I’m not⁠‍ the kind of‍⁠ person who fits⁠ into those things.‍‍‌

That​‍ said, there are‌​⁠ certain events I must attend obligatorily.‍‌

In​ a month, there⁠​‍ will be the⁠ World Summit, and​ the following month,⁠‍ a tour of‍​‌ various countries, including⁠‍‌ the headquarters of‍​ the Hero Association.‌

“The‍‍ headquarters… does that⁠⁠ mean I’ll see‌‍​ the president of‍‍ the Association?”

If‌ you asked me‌​‌ who the most‍ mysterious figure in​​ this world is,‍ I’d say it’s‌ the president of​ the Hero Association.‌​

Even‌⁠⁠ in the game,‌⁠​ not a single‌⁠ direct mention. Apart​⁠‍ from being a man, nothing was‍‌​ known—not his name,⁠ age, abilities, or⁠ place of residence.‍​‍ Nothing.

Rumors‍​ said he was‌‍⁠ a monster of‌‌‌ another level…

But‍​‌ so far, I haven’t met many​‍‍ normal people.

Of​ all those I’ve‍‍ met, the only‍‌⁠ one who behaves‍ with a minimum⁠ of common sense‍⁠ is the Sword⁠ Master.

Media,⁠ Changseong, Kojima, Altair…​ Well, Kojima is⁠​ an exception.

They‍ all have something⁠ loose in their​⁠ heads, even if​‍‌ they’re good people.⁠

But‍‌​ if that president‌‍‍ is even stranger‍‍⁠ than them…

‘…How⁠​‍ am I supposed‍​ to deal with​‌​ someone like that?’⁠⁠

Anxiety​ began to rise.‍ I only know​ one way to​‌‌ deal with crazies—with​ my sashimi.

Beyond⁠⁠ that, I have⁠‌​ no idea.

I shook my head⁠‌‌ slightly.

Surely⁠​ it was the​‍‌ fatigue filling me⁠​​ with useless thoughts.​

I’ll‌ think about it‌‌​ when the time‌⁠​ comes.

My​ head already hurt‌⁠‍ enough from exhaustion.‍

I decided to leave⁠​ that topic on‌‌‍ pause for now.​

I reached for the​ cell phone next‍⁠⁠ to the bed​ to check the‌ news as a final ritual before​​ sleeping.

After‍ all, being the‌‍ day it was,‌​​ surely hundreds of⁠‍ articles about me‌⁠⁠ had come out.​⁠‌

A while ago, I saw how the⁠‌‌ journalists’ eyes shone​‍‍ like hungry beasts.‍

And‌‌ the one who‌‌ had to endure‌‍⁠ all that was‌⁠⁠ me, Kang Geom-Ma.‍

Sleeping​‍​ is fine, but‌‌ checking what’s published​ is mandatory.

Now‍ I can do​‌‌ something on my‌​ own if they‍⁠⁠ cross the line.​‌

Tap‍ tap.

I touched the screen.‍

A dim light illuminated⁠ the dark room.‍‍

With​​ half-closed eyes, I began to read​ the headlines.

[EXCLUSIVE]​‌ The new title⁠‍⁠ of the Sashimi​‍⁠ Saint is ‘Heavenly⁠ Sword’.

[PHOTOS]​‍‍ Heavenly Sword Kang‍‌‌ Geom-Ma… The moment‌ that will mark​ history.

[EDITORIAL]⁠ A new Seven⁠‌‌ Star too young.​‌ It’s time to​⁠ prove his worth.‍

[INTERVIEW]⁠ After arriving in​⁠‍ Korea, the U.S.​ president declares, “Is​​ this the country‌‌⁠ of the Heavenly‌⁠⁠ Sword? I really​ wanted to come.‌​‌ He is humanity’s‌​ hope.”

“……”​‍⁠

I turned off the⁠ cell phone and⁠⁠ closed my eyes.‍‍

Everything‌ went completely dark.​

Then,‍ the sleep I had been holding‍ back finally flooded‍​ me.

And⁠‌‌ it was a sweet dream.

***‍‌

[NEW!​‍‍ Sudden mission activated.]‍⁠‍

[Proceeding‍ with causality adjustment‍ due to previous⁠ use of the‍ ‘Demonic Eye Ring’​ (1 time).]

[…]‍​

[…]‍

[Tip:⁠ In this sudden​‌ mission, you can‌‍ deduce a clue‌⁠‍ about one of‌‍⁠ the three remaining​⁠ fragments.]

***⁠

I slowly opened my‌​‌ eyes. My vision⁠​ was blurry, as​ if a membrane​⁠⁠ were covering them.​‌

I blinked sluggishly. Several⁠ times. At the‌ same time, I began to awaken‍ my numb senses.​

Gradually,‌ my five senses​ started to take‌ in the surroundings.⁠​

A chilling breeze brushed‍‌‍ my cheek. The‌​‍ air smelled strange—spicy‍ and humid.

A scent completely different‌ from the one⁠‌ my body associated⁠ with my bedroom.​‍

I didn’t need to​ regain full sight⁠⁠​ to know I wasn’t in my‌⁠ room.

The‌​ landscape unfolding before⁠ me was unfamiliar.‍

“……!?”‍​‍

The​​‌ first thing I saw was the‌⁠‍ horizon.

I strained my eyes‌​‍ and suddenly opened‍‌‍ them wide.

In‌‌​ front of me⁠ stretched a barren‌​​ wasteland, as if‌ heaven and earth‍⁠ had been completely⁠ severed.

A field of colorless,‌​​ marble-like grass swayed​⁠​ softly.

Upon‍​‌ it, heaps of⁠ reddish remains—flesh and​‍​ bone—were scattered across‍‌ the surface.

I shifted my gaze‌ and looked around⁠‌ more.

A greenish dusk stretched⁠‌ like crimson silk‍​‌ across the devastation.‌​

That​ scene filled me‌⁠⁠ with awe and‌​ revulsion.

‘What‌‍​ is this place?’⁠​

Another​‍ wave of confusion‌ surged through me.⁠

My⁠‌ voice only manifested‍ as thought. I couldn’t vocalize anything.‌

No⁠‌ matter how hard⁠ I tried to​​ move, my body​​ wouldn’t respond at⁠ all. It wasn’t‌​​ weakness—it was a total, enveloping void.‌⁠

‘Damn⁠‍​ it… what kind‌ of situation is‌‍ this?’

Devoid⁠ of will, I was alone in‍ a desolate wasteland.⁠​

Colorless‍​ remains rose around​‍‍ me like hills.⁠‌ No matter how‌‌ I tried to‍​ make sense of‍⁠ what I was‍ seeing, everything was‍‌ incoherent.

The​​ pale landscape continued‍​⁠ to disturb my​‍‍ clouded mind. And⁠‍​ yet, one thing​⁠ was certain… My⁠ heart was excited.⁠‌

Even‌‍ in the midst​ of this massacre,‍‌‍ I felt a strange sense of​‌ idyllic calm.

And​ then—

Rustle.⁠‌⁠

A faint, nearly imperceptible⁠⁠‌ sound of footsteps.‍​‌

My⁠‌​ nerves, honed to​‍ an edge, picked‍​ up the vibration‌​ instantly.

My‌‍​ body moved on⁠​ its own again—still‍‍ without my will.‍‍‍ But I had‌ regained enough composure‍ to go with​ the scene.

My⁠‍ eyes turned toward⁠ the source of⁠⁠ the sound.

Step.‍

The​ figure appeared. A man. He wore‌​‌ radiant silver armor​​ and a golden‍ cape that fit‍⁠ him perfectly.

In‌⁠ his right hand,​‌ he held a sword that shone‌​ with a blinding‍‌​ white light.

‘……!’​‌⁠

I let out a silent cry of​​ astonishment.

Never​‌ before—or ever again—would‌‌​ I be so⁠ shocked. Because…

Black‍‍​ hair. Black eyes.‌‍‌

…Even‍ those features alone‌‍ would’ve taken my‌​‌ breath away.

But‌ that didn’t matter​‍‍ anymore once I saw his face​ clearly.

Step.‍​‌

The‌‌ man walked forward,‌ gaze cold as‍ steel.

The‍ light surrounding him‍‌​ poured over that‍⁠‌ hellish scene like‍ heavenly rain.

He‍​‌ stopped just in‍‌⁠ front of me‌ and spoke in⁠ a low voice.⁠⁠‍

“In⁠‍⁠ the end, no​‍ matter how it​‌ begins… it always⁠ ends like this.”​​

The‌​‍ man scanned the​ area as if​​​ offering a moment​⁠ of silence.

Chunks‍‍‌ of bloody, discolored​ flesh were strewn​‌​ everywhere.

The​‍⁠ stench of blood​⁠ and viscera filled​⁠​ my nostrils.

His‍‌⁠ eyes, fixed on​‍‌ the inferno, grew‌​ dark and heavy.⁠

For‌⁠ a moment, he​⁠ seemed to let⁠ out a faint‌​ moan of pain.‌‍​

A brief silence settled.‍

Then‍⁠ the man broke​​ it and spoke‌​‌ my name.

“…Lycan.​ What a tragic​⁠ and twisted bond​ we share.”

His‍⁠‌ expression contorted in‌​‌ agony. Yes, that‌‌ face… it was⁠ him.

He‌ looked younger now,⁠ but his eyes⁠ couldn’t hide his‌ identity.

Eyes‍‌⁠ I knew all​⁠ too well.

My⁠​​ chest tightened. A piercing sense of‍ longing stirred my‍ soul.

And​​⁠ yet, the voice‍ that emerged from⁠‌ my mouth was⁠ rough and devoid​ of feeling.

“I’ve‌⁠​ waited a long​‌‌ time for you,⁠‍ mortal. It’s time‍⁠‍ to end this⁠⁠ senseless, endless war.”‌

I spoke to him,‍⁠ though with a bitter smile I hadn’t wanted to⁠​‌ show.

“It’s‍ a shame. I’ve​​ crossed swords with‌‍‍ you countless times.‌‍ And perhaps because‍ of that… I’ve‍​ come to feel‌‍ closer to you​ than a brother.‌​‍ Don’t you feel​​⁠ the same?”

The​ man gripped his⁠‌ sword tightly.

The‌​ blade radiated a dazzling light that⁠‍‌ spread around him.​

Then‍ he answered me,⁠⁠ with the same​⁠​ deep voice that​‍ once scolded me.‍

“A‌⁠⁠ sword reflects both​⁠ its wielder and‌ its enemy. That’s‌​‌ why I know,‍‍‌ Lycan. Your goal‌‌‍ isn’t to annihilate‌‍⁠ humanity. What you​‍ want to destroy​​ are those beyond—the‍‌‌ ‘celestial beings’ who‍​ grant blessings to​ mankind.”

I offered a faint​​​ smile. I opened⁠‍ my hand fully…⁠⁠‌ and then clenched‌ it tightly.

Crackle…!⁠‍⁠

From⁠‌ the compressed space,​‍ a bolt of‌‌‍ lightning erupted and‌⁠​ took the shape⁠ of a sword.‌‌

Slash—⁠

I swung the electrified​​ blade with indifference.‍

The‍ mountain range to‍‌ the west vanished.‍‍⁠ Literally—in the blink‍ of an eye.​

Beyond⁠ the devastated land,‌‍​ the sunset began⁠‌‍ to fade.

I spoke with complete​⁠‍ composure.

“To​ have deduced so⁠⁠ much… What a waste that you‍ remain merely a mortal. And yet,‍‌‍ how beautiful. That‍‌ gives me certainty‌⁠‍ that we can⁠‌ wipe out those‍⁠‌ arrogant beings who‍​​ treat this war⁠ between demons and⁠​ humans as a mere game.”

“…….”‌⁠⁠

“So‍ kill me, and​‍‍ take the first‌ step. Bet on⁠ tomorrow. For the​ one who will​⁠ judge the heavens‌​ shall come.”

“Is​ there really no‍ other way?”

“Don’t‍‌ focus on the‌​⁠ present. Bet on⁠‍ the future. For​ the one who‍‍ will judge the​ heavens will arrive…‌⁠ from a distant​ past.”

“Then…​⁠ Lycan, I will​ end you here​​‍ and now.”

At‍ his declaration, I smiled.

“As​​ a demon, I shall eradicate the‍ mortal. And yet,⁠‌ I recognize the​ mere human you‍ are now as‌‍​ my only equal.⁠‍ My only friend.”​​

And⁠⁠‌ for the last​ time, I spoke​⁠ the name of‍‍ that man.

“Come,​​‍ Balor Joaquin. You,​⁠‌ the greatest of​ all.”

The​ man’s black eyes‌​‍ began to shine.⁠‍​

The‍ twilight of Gehenna⁠⁠ broke over the‌‌ horizon.

The​ dusk of the‌‍ demon realm bathed‍‍​ the world in‍ deep blue.

The‌ man took a step forward.

He⁠ came to destroy‍ the great evil‌‌ that had once‍​‌ been his disciple.​

He⁠‌‍ came.

My​​ master.

The‌ founding hero.

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  • 1 month ago

    Founding hero huh black hair and black eyes so that’s why that old man in undead dungeon he say he seen something similar so he was saying about founding hero.

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