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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 216 – More Than Words, Sashimi

Chapter 216 – More Than Words, Sashimi

The​​⁠ old elf, Rog,‍‍​ kept his head⁠‌​ bowed, staring only‌ at Kang Geom-Ma’s⁠​‌ shoes. He didn’t‌​ dare lift his​​ gaze.

‘It’s⁠​ not that I’m⁠‍ afraid of dying.’‍

He‍​ was an elder⁠ who had lived​ longer than any‍​‍ human could dream.‌ The fear of‍‌ death had long‍ since faded. In‌ fact, life had‍⁠‍ become tedious. He⁠ no longer had‌ any purpose or​‌‌ direction.

And⁠‌ yet, this worn-out‍ old man was‍‌ sweating cold, as​ if he were‌ being wrung dry—like‍⁠ squeezing water from‌ a dry towel.⁠‌‌

All​‌ because of the​⁠ monster standing in‍⁠ front of him‌‍‍ Kang Geom-Ma, who‍‌‍ had just reawakened‍ his trauma.

The‍​ humiliation he had‍‌‌ suffered centuries ago‍ at the hands‍‍‌ of the Founding‍ Hero, Balor Joaquin,‍ pulsed again within‍ Rog.

Though‌ this boy was⁠⁠​ not Balor Joaquin.​​ Kang Geom-Ma, the​‍ Heavenly Sword, was‌‍ still weaker than⁠⁠⁠ the Founding Hero.‍⁠ Balor Joaquin had‌ defeated none other⁠‌ than the First‌​‌ Corps Commander, Lycan.⁠‌⁠

Kang⁠‌⁠ Geom-Ma was strong,⁠​ but he hadn’t‍ reached that level​‍⁠ yet.

‘He⁠‌ could still be​‍ stopped by Kuarne,‌​ the Second Corps⁠ Commander.’

It​​​ seemed he had​‍ not yet awakened​‌ his full potential.⁠​

Comparing⁠‌ him to Balor​⁠ Joaquin was still‍‌ absurd. But Rog’s‍⁠ instincts as a demon screamed this‌⁠‌ young man would​⁠‍ someday become an​​‍ existence beyond description.​‌‌

“Hey.”​⁠‍

Kang⁠ Geom-Ma rubbed his‍‌ aching eyes. He​ had used the⁠‌‍ Blessing of the​‍ Sword God for​ nearly a full​ minute, and they​​‍ were irritated.

“Are‍ you done playing⁠​ dumb?”

“….”⁠‌‍

Rog⁠‌ trembled as Kang‌⁠⁠ Geom-Ma, crouched before​​‍ him, looked him‍⁠​ straight in the​‍⁠ eye. Meanwhile, the⁠‍ fight between the‌‌​ Swordmaster and Horn‍ had also ended.‍​ With the capture‍‌‌ of their leader,​ Rog, the rest⁠ of the dark‌‍‌ elves lost their‌​‍ will to fight.⁠⁠​

They‌⁠​ knelt down, throwing‌​ their weapons to‍ the ground. The⁠⁠ Swordmaster came running,‍​ panting heavily, trying⁠‍‌ to stop Kang‍‌​ Geom-Ma.

“Heavenly​​ Sword, wait a moment!”

Kang⁠‌‍ Geom-Ma tilted his‍ head slightly. The⁠ Swordmaster spoke hastily.​⁠⁠

“Don’t⁠​ kill them yet.‌‌‌ Look around. There⁠​‌ are fewer than⁠​ twenty elves left,‌‍ and they’ve all‌ surrendered. There’s no‌​⁠ point in killing‌⁠ them.”

“I​​ have no intention‌ of killing them.”​‌‌

Rog⁠ instinctively lifted his⁠ head.

He‌​​ wasn’t going to​ kill them?

Kang⁠​‍ Geom-Ma finished his⁠​ sentence.

“Not‌⁠ yet.”

He‍​‌ couldn’t activate the‍‌ Blessing of the‌​‍ Sword God anymore,‌⁠ so if he⁠⁠​ were to start​ killing, he would​ have to leave‌‌‍ the cleanup to‌ the Swordmaster or‌​ the Hero Association.​‌

Besides,‌⁠ the old elf​​ seemed to know‍‌‌ something about the‌ boss, and they​​ still needed to‍ find the fifth‌ fragment hidden on⁠⁠⁠ this island.

‘I‌‍⁠ was planning to​‌‍ use some of‍‌​ them as guides⁠‌ anyway.’

An‌‍ old man like⁠⁠​ Rog should know⁠‌ the terrain well.​ It was better​ to keep him‌ alive… for now.⁠⁠ If he tried‌‍ anything suspicious, he⁠ would be eliminated⁠‍ immediately.

Kang‌​‍ Geom-Ma looked down,‍‍ wondering if he‌ should start by‌ cutting off the‌ old man’s fingers.‍‍‍

But⁠⁠ he gave up⁠ on that idea.‍‌⁠

‘I’m‍‌ not a butcher.’‌​

“Kill​ me already!”

Rog⁠ cried out. It‌‌ was his final⁠‍ act of resistance​ as the elder‍‌ leader of the‌‍ dark elves.

“I’d‌ rather die than​‌ tell you anything!”​⁠​

“….”⁠

Kang​‍​ Geom-Ma frowned.

‘Even‌ when I try‍ to talk, it‌ always ends up​‍⁠ like this.’

Demons‍‍ and villains never⁠⁠‌ understood at first.‍‌

‘As‍ always…’

Kang‌‍ Geom-Ma sighed and​‌​ extended his arm.‍ Everyone widened their​ eyes in shock⁠‌ at what they‌‍​ saw.

“Ugh…”‌

An​‌​ elf subordinate, who​⁠‍ had a sashimi⁠​⁠ knife stuck in‌⁠ his neck, began‍‍‌ to rise like‍ a zombie—moving awkwardly,​ with vacant, glassy‍‍⁠ eyes.

Rog‌‌⁠ froze in place.⁠

“Ge…⁠​ Gremfield… how… what‍​‍ is this…?”

His‍‍‍ mind went blank.⁠‍ In nearly a thousand years of‌⁠‌ life, he had⁠ never seen anything‍​ like this a corpse being revived.⁠

Was‍⁠ this boy really‌ human?

Or⁠ a demon? Even​‌⁠ the Swordmaster, Director‌‍ Sung, and the⁠ other heroes had‌ turned pale. It⁠⁠ was their first⁠​ time witnessing the​⁠‍ Power of the⁠​‍ Underworld King.

Even‍‌ Horn, who had‍⁠ already seen it⁠​⁠ once, shuddered.

‘Even​ seeing it a second time… it’s‌ still horrifying.’

And​ that wasn’t all.⁠‍⁠ Kang Geom-Ma waved‌​‌ his hand, and​​‍ the corpse turned⁠⁠⁠ into stone like⁠‍ a statue.

Horn⁠ felt a chill‌⁠‌ run down his‌⁠ spine.

‘Petrification‍ Eye…?’

It‍‍‌ was a power⁠ obtained after defeating​​‌ the basilisk and⁠⁠ enhancing his knife,⁠⁠⁠ Murasame—to turn anyone⁠‌⁠ it wounded into‌‌ stone. Though difficult‌​⁠ to use under‍‍ normal conditions, here‍‌ he had found‍‌⁠ a way to‍‍‌ make it terrifyingly​⁠⁠ effective.

‘It‍‍ feels dirty to​‌ use it like‌ this…’

But⁠ it was necessary‌‌ to instill fear.‌

It‌ was a shock​​‌ tactic. Kang Geom-Ma‌ withdrew his hand‌‌ and stared at‌​​ the old elf.⁠‍

“They​‍​ say the dead⁠ tell no tales…​​‍ but I can⁠‍​ make them talk.”‍​

He‍​ stretched his neck⁠​ from side to⁠‌‍ side.

“I‍ don’t need to‍ argue with you‍ if I can‌ make your dead​‍​ speak.”

Of​‌ course, it was⁠‍ a lie. Resurrected‌⁠ corpses couldn’t actually​ speak.

But‌ they didn’t know⁠‍ that.

“I‍‌​ can cut down⁠​​ every elf here,‌​​ revive them one⁠​ by one, and‌ interrogate them.”

“….”⁠

Kang‍ Geom-Ma spoke calmly.‌⁠⁠

“I’ll‍⁠ give you a choice. Cooperate, and⁠‌‌ you and your‌ people will live.​‌​ Though you’ll end​‍⁠ up imprisoned by‌ the Association.”

“…If‌ you can revive⁠ the dead, why‌‍ offer me a deal?”

He‍‌ responded curtly.

“Compassion.”​

Old‌‌​ elf Rog clenched‌ his teeth. Kang‌ Geom-Ma raised his​​⁠ eyebrows and shrugged.‍‍‌

“If⁠‌ you’d rather throw‌‌ away your chance…”⁠⁠

He​ turned toward a nearby hero.

“Hey,‍‌ Hero.”

“Yes,‌‌⁠ Heavenly Sword?”

Kang‍ Geom-Ma nodded toward‌ the man carrying⁠ a massive greatsword.‍

“If​ the old man⁠⁠‍ stays silent, execute‍‍ one elf for‌‌‍ every minute he‌⁠ refuses to talk.”‌​⁠

“B-but…”⁠

The⁠⁠‌ man hesitated. Executing​ surrendered enemies? Was⁠ that really okay?⁠

Kang‍⁠‌ Geom-Ma spoke with‌ authority.

“I’m​‌​ ordering you as​ a member of⁠‌ the Seven Stars.‍‍ If you refuse,‌‌‌ be ready to‌⁠⁠ face the consequences.‍​‌ Besides, you saw​‍ how I gave⁠ them a chance.”‌​

“…”⁠‍​

“If⁠‌ we let these​‌ bastards live, they’ll‍​ be a danger​ later. Do you⁠‍‌ know what a berserk demon can‌ do?”

The‌⁠‌ man swallowed hard.​‍

“…They⁠ could cause more⁠ casualties if they‍​ lose control.”

“Exactly.​ Better to nip‌ the threat in‌ the bud.”

Finally,‌ the man nodded.⁠⁠‍

“You’re‌‌​ right. That was​‌⁠ my mistake.”

He​⁠​ raised his sword​​ and approached one​‌ of the kneeling‍⁠⁠ elves.

“I‌ will carry out‍⁠‌ your command, Heavenly​‍⁠ Sword.”

At​⁠‍ that moment—

“Noooooo!”‍⁠

The⁠‍ old elf dropped‍‌‌ to his knees,​ sobbing and beating‌‍ the ground.

He‍⁠⁠ had surrendered. Kang​‍ Geom-Ma looked down‌​ at him without‍‍ expression.

‘I‌‌ must look like‍ the villain here.’‌‌⁠

But‌‌ there was no‌​⁠ helping it.

To‍ humans, demons would‍⁠‍ always be villains—and⁠ vice versa.

Besides,‌‍ dark elves were​‌​ cannibals.

They‌​​ were inherently treacherous.​‍‍

Their⁠ bad reputation was‍​⁠ not undeserved.

“I-I’ll‍‌‍ cooperate…”

Rog​‍ wept. He seemed⁠ to have aged‌‍‌ two hundred years​⁠ in mere seconds.​

Kang‍ Geom-Ma nodded to‍⁠​ the swordsman, who‌‍​ lowered his weapon,‌ sticking it into‌⁠ the ground near‍‌‍ the kneeling elf.⁠

Finally,‌ Kang Geom-Ma sat⁠​‌ heavily on a log.

“Well​​⁠ then.”

As​‍ he cleaned the‌‍‍ blood from his‌ knives, he said,‌

“The‍‌⁠ deal starts now.”‍​

***​‌‍

Late,‍ when the twilight‍‍​ was already brushing‌‍ the horizon, the⁠​​ Swordmaster gazed at⁠‌​ the sunset with​⁠ a distant look.​⁠⁠

Director‌ Sung approached, limping‌ slightly. He still⁠⁠​ hadn’t fully adjusted⁠‌​ to his prosthetic⁠​‍ leg.

“Swordmaster.‌ We’ve finished tying⁠ up all the​⁠​ dark elves.”

“Good⁠ work.”

“Good⁠ work for what?‍⁠ This kind of​‌ cleanup is the⁠‌ Hero Association’s job.‌​⁠ The real effort‌​⁠ was made by‌ you and the⁠‍‍ Heavenly Sword.”

After⁠ exchanging a few​⁠⁠ brief modesties, they⁠‌ moved on to‌ the main topic.⁠ Director Sung proceeded‌ to give his‌⁠‍ report.

“We⁠‌ collected all the‌‍‍ dark elves’ weapons,‍‍‌ and after analyzing​ them, we found‌ they were made​‌ from rare materials⁠‍ impossible to obtain⁠ in the human‍ world. If we‍‌ sell them, their‌​​ value will be‌⁠ considerable.”

“I‍​⁠ see.”

The⁠‍ Swordmaster thought for‍​⁠ only a moment​‍⁠ before answering.

“Let’s‌​‍ keep half for⁠ the Association and⁠ sell the other‍‍‌ half to deposit‌⁠‍ the money into‍‌ Kang Geom-Ma’s account.”‌⁠

“Ah!‍‍​ Of course. According​ to the Association’s​​⁠ rules, the spoils⁠⁠​ obtained from defeating‍ magical beasts or‌⁠ demons belong to​ the hero who‌ defeated them. There​ shouldn’t be any‌‍ problem.”

“Then⁠‍ handle the official‌ sale and deposit‍ the money into⁠ Kang Geom-Ma’s account.⁠‌ Being one of⁠‍ the Seven Stars‍‍‍ comes with a lot of hidden‍​⁠ expenses. Even this‍⁠‌ kind of extra⁠​‌ income is necessary.‍⁠​ Do you have⁠​‌ a rough estimate?”‌‌

Director​⁠ Sung thought for​ a moment. For‌​ something called “extra⁠‌ income,” the amount​​​ was enormous.

“Let‍⁠ me calculate it.”‍

He‍‍‌ hurriedly pulled out‍‌​ his smartphone and‌⁠⁠ started working on⁠ the calculator. A long figure appeared‍‍‌ on the screen.‌

“…The​⁠⁠ amount that will‌⁠ be deposited to‍⁠​ the Heavenly Sword‌‌⁠ will be approximately‌​ 31.6 billion won.”‍⁠

“Well,‍​‍ considering he saved‍ our lives, it’s⁠⁠ a fair price.”⁠​⁠

The⁠ Swordmaster let out‍ a hearty laugh⁠​‌ as he looked​​ up at the‌‌‍ early night sky.​

A faint crimson hue‍‍‍ tinted the old‌ man’s face.

Kang⁠‌ Geom-Ma, appearing at‍‍‍ the most critical​‌​ moment alongside a dragon disguised as‌ a human.

There​ were many questions​​ he wanted to⁠ ask, crowding his‌ throat.

He⁠⁠ had thought of‍ asking for explanations‌‍‍ once things had⁠ settled down. But​‌​ in the end,​⁠‍ he decided against‍⁠ it.

Dragon,⁠ resurrection of corpses,‍ petrification—there were too‌​‌ many questions. So‌ he chose to⁠‌​ simply accept the‌ results.

‘When​ the time comes,‌‌ he will surely‍ tell us himself.’‌

Suddenly,‌​ he recalled how‌ Kang Geom-Ma had‌⁠ handled the negotiations—how⁠‍ he had extracted​⁠ all the information⁠⁠ from the elves.‍‍⁠

When‍⁠ Fermush would appear,​​‍ whether there were⁠​‌ any special places​‍⁠ around the Gate‍ of Gehenna, and⁠ what was happening‍ inside the Demon​⁠ World.

And‍⁠ in return, all‍ he offered them‍ was soy-based prison‌​‌ food.

Because,​​⁠ after all, elves‍ should eat vegetables‍‌⁠ and fruits…

The⁠ dark elves could‍⁠‍ only nod silently.​ It was called⁠ a “negotiation,” but‌‍ they had been⁠‍⁠ left with no‌⁠​ other choice.

Recalling‍⁠‌ that scene, the⁠​ Swordmaster sighed.

“A⁠‍ negotiation based on​⁠ terror…”

He‌‍​ said to himself,‍‍‌ and smiled bitterly.‍‍‌

At​‍‍ his age, a boy had still‌⁠ managed to teach‍​ him a new‌‍⁠ lesson. The Swordmaster⁠​ slowly walked, heading‌⁠ toward the temporary‍ shelter where Kang‌‌ Geom-Ma was resting.⁠⁠

“The​⁠ place the Heavenly​ Sword said we‍ should visit tomorrow.”​‌

There⁠ was something important​ they needed to‌​ discuss about it.‍‍‍

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