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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 245: Victor Poison, President of the Association (2)

Chapter 245: Victor Poison, President of the Association (2)

The⁠‍ greatest challenge for‍‍ ancient humanity was​‌​ survival. They constantly‌⁠⁠ thought about how‍​ to survive today,⁠ tomorrow, the next​ year, and what‍⁠‌ came after that.‍‌

Human‌‍⁠ beings, with their​ bare bodies, were​ weak. Against beasts⁠ with sharp fangs⁠​⁠ and claws, they‍ were easy prey.‌‍ They couldn’t even⁠ compare to a chimpanzee of lower​ physical class.

Our⁠ ancestors accepted the‍⁠ limits of the‌ human species without‍​⁠ resistance. The combat‌ power of a single human barely​⁠ surpassed that of​‌⁠ a rabbit.

They‍ also didn’t have​‌ enough fur to⁠‍⁠ protect against the‍‍‌ winter cold. Their‍ nails would break‌‌ when striking stones.⁠‌ Their skin would‌​‌ tear from branches.⁠‌⁠ They were vulnerable‌ to disease.

All​‍ they had were‍ a few leaves‌‌‍ to cover themselves.‍‍ So, humanity put‍⁠ their heads together.​‌

“If​ we want to‍⁠‍ thrive…”

‘Let’s‍‌‍ gather more people!’⁠

Grouped‌ together, they reasoned​ logically and responded​‍‍ with collective intelligence.‍‍ Even if the‍ solutions weren’t perfect,​‍ they acted convinced⁠ it was the‌⁠​ best path.

Thanks​ to that, humanity‍‌‍ created civilization.

They‍‍‍ learned to hunt‍ wild beasts and‍ face natural disasters.‍ Freed from the‌‍ yoke of mere⁠‌ survival, humans multiplied.‌⁠⁠ They expanded their‌​‌ reach from land​⁠ to sea, and​​⁠ then to the‌‍‍ sky.

They​‍ even ventured into‍​ places beyond their‍ physical reach. The​​ fangs and claws‌ of beasts became‌‍ mere trophies. And‌ natural disasters stopped​ being threats.

‘Humanity‍⁠ became arrogant.’

The​‌ spears that once​ pointed at predators​​​ now turned toward‌ each other. From‌‌ a cosmic perspective,​⁠‌ they just wanted‍ to control a bit more of‍‍⁠ this tiny blue‌​ planet. And those​‌⁠ blind blades took​⁠‍ lives without hesitation.‌

Humanity‍​ became corrupted.

It⁠ was a dark‍⁠‍ era, overflowing with​ greed and selfishness.​⁠ Speaking of humanity‍ became a vulgar,⁠ tasteless joke.

And‍‍ then… when human​‍⁠ history was already‍‍ stained with black‍​⁠ and red blood,‍ an unexpected enemy⁠ arrived.

The⁠‌​ Demon King’s Army.‍ The first war​⁠⁠ between humans and‌​‌ demons.

As⁠‌ soon as the​ war broke out,⁠‍‌ humanity was pushed⁠ to the brink⁠‌ of annihilation.

They‍⁠ suffered defeat after‌ defeat on every⁠⁠​ front. It was‍ only natural—while humanity‍‌ had grown complacent,⁠ the demons had​‌ been organizing with⁠ a purpose.

The​​⁠ eradication of humans.⁠​

“That‌‍ beautiful land, overflowing‌ with milk and‍‍⁠ honey, is wasted​‍​ on humans! Drown‌ it all!”

Declared‌‌‍ the Third Corps‍ Commander, Vesna, as​‌‌ she summoned a tidal wave.

“Expel‍‍​ the humans! Burn⁠ every last trace!‍ Show that true​​‌ evil is like‌‌ fire!”

Shouted‍‍​ the Fifth Corps‌‍ Commander, Agor, as‍‌ everything burned in‌‌ flames.

“Soak​‍​ the land in‍‌‍ human blood to‌‍ fertilize it!”

Said‌‌ the Fourth Corps‍‌​ Commander, Fermush, as‌​ he assembled bones⁠ and human flesh.⁠

“When⁠⁠⁠ the air of‌ this blue planet‍‍​ turns completely red…”‍

Whispered‍ the Second Corps‌‌ Commander, Kuarne, with‍⁠ a bloody smile.‍‍

“Prepare‍‍​ for the Lord’s‍⁠​ arrival in the‍ promised land.”

Proclaimed‍‌‌ the First Corps⁠​⁠ Commander, Lycan.

Only‌‍ that declaration of‌ extermination made humanity‌ drop their weapons‌‌ and unite. Because⁠ they knew—begging for‍‌ mercy wouldn’t work​⁠ on those demons.‌​⁠

Under‌‌ the forgotten banner​‌‌ of “survival,” humanity⁠‍‌ came together again.⁠‍

But‍‍⁠ the development of​⁠ the war was‍‍‌ hopeless. The demons‍​​ surged like an​​​ avalanche, while human‌‌‌ soldiers merely ran⁠‌ from side to​‍‍ side.
They couldn’t even‍‍​ start a proper‌‌‍ battle. One-sided massacres‌‌ were a daily‍ occurrence.

At‌​ the root of‌​⁠ it all was⁠‍‌ the internal rot​‌​ of human society.​​​ They couldn’t unite​‌ overnight. That wasn’t⁠⁠‍ a miracle—it was‌‌ just dumb luck.​

Human‌ banners fell. The⁠​ morale of their‌ armies plummeted. The⁠⁠ demon army’s war‌ horns blared louder‌​⁠ and louder.

Humanity‍⁠⁠ seemed to be⁠‌ losing its last⁠‌​ hope, a light‌‌‍ like a candle‌ about to go⁠⁠⁠ out. Humanity’s fate‍⁠‍ was sealed.

Everyone‍‍‌ thought so. Everyone‍ had given up‌‍ hope. But heroes‌‍ only appear when‌‌‌ everyone has surrendered.​⁠‌

“Humanity‍ will prevail.”

“It’s‌‍ possible.”

“The‌‍ spark of humanity​⁠ won’t die here.”⁠‍

A hero of dark‌​ times lit a flame of hope⁠​ and brought victory.⁠​‍

The‍​⁠ founding hero, Balor‌​ Joaquin.

And⁠​‍ at that moment,⁠⁠ Victor Poison thought.​⁠‌

‘Humanity​‍ is weak, but⁠​ arrogant. Without support,​ it collapses and‍ rots.’

Standing‌​ just one step‍‍ away from the​​ humans who barely‌‌​ lived a hundred​ years.

‘Even‌ now, it’s the‌⁠​ same. Our society‍‌​ is rotten to‌​⁠ the core, and​‍​ soon the demons⁠⁠ will invade.’

With‍​ the eyes of⁠ an observer, he‌ watched human history‍​ and its wickedness.⁠

He​ had plenty of‍​‍ time to reflect.‍⁠⁠ Because he was‍‌ an ancient, free‌‌ from the chain‍⁠ of mortality.

‘In⁠ times like this,​ we need a savior. Someone to‌‌ keep humanity from⁠ sinking into the⁠‌‍ swamp of evil.‍ And not just​‍‍ humanity—I want to‍‌⁠ be saved too!’​⁠​

And​ to that goal,⁠ Victor added a deeply personal desire.​‌

‘If‍‌‍ only I could⁠⁠‌ end this cursed​ life…’

A twisted wish—but a wish nonetheless.

‘I⁠‌ want to die​⁠‌ at the hands⁠‍⁠ of that man!’‌

A thought worthy of⁠​ a true lunatic.​⁠

***​‍

I couldn’t believe it.​

That​ was all I could say, my‌ thoughts tangled in‌ knots.

“…What‌‌ are you saying?”‍

“Please,‌​ Heavenly Sword, end‍ me with that‌ hand!”

The‌‌ words of the‌‍ President of the‌ Association made no‌⁠ sense. But his‌​ clear gaze, locked‍ onto me, overflowed⁠​ with madness.

Was‌‌ this the infamous‌ “madman with pure⁠ eyes” people had‍⁠ been talking about​‍ lately? To think‍ this old man,‍‍‍ over two hundred​‌ years old, still⁠​ lived so youthfully.⁠​‌

“Dad!”‌‍

Media,​ unable to hold⁠⁠ back any longer,​⁠‍ intervened. She grabbed⁠‌ his wrist tightly,⁠ as if she‍‌ were about to​‍‌ dislocate it. She‌⁠ looked like she⁠ might break his‌ arm.

“What’s⁠​‍ wrong with your‍ brain?! Asking Geom-Ma⁠ to kill you?!​⁠ Do you have​​ any idea how​‍‌ stupid that sounds?!”‌⁠⁠

She‌​​ screamed in fury.‌⁠‌ Her voice was‍ sharp, but her​⁠‍ face had gone‍ pale.

“My‍‌⁠ daughter.”

Whether⁠‌‌ or not he‍⁠ understood her torment,‌‍‌ Victor only looked‍ at her calmly.‌‍⁠

“You‍​ already know. No​⁠ member of the⁠‌ Poison family has⁠‍ ever lived to⁠⁠ the end of‌‌​ their life. That’s‍​‌ why…”

Just​​‌ as he began‌⁠ his speech, Media’s‍ hand flew toward‌⁠ his cheek.

Slap.​⁠⁠

He⁠‍​ didn’t even have‍‍‍ time to look​‍ surprised. Her arm​​‌ came up again​ in an arc.⁠‌

Slap.​

This​‍ time on the⁠‍ other cheek.

‘…Ouch.’⁠‍‌

Maybe‍‌ the tyrant’s hand​‌ really did hurt​​‍ more than normal?⁠​ Victor’s cheeks swelled‌‍‍ instantly.

Our⁠​​ society is built​⁠ on respect for⁠‌‍ elders. Even talking‍ back to your​‍​ parents is considered​⁠‍ a serious offense.‌‌ And hitting your​‍ parents? We call​⁠ that an atrocity.⁠ Another word for⁠​​ it, unfilial child.⁠​

And‌​‍ now Media was‍ one. In front​ of three witnesses,‌‍ she’d just slapped⁠‍‌ her father without‍⁠‍ hesitation. She, who⁠​ had always been‍‍‍ an exemplary role‌‌ model for the​ students.

‘…Though,‌⁠​ I don’t blame‌ her.’

Seeing⁠‌ your father beg‍​ to be killed—how​‍ is a daughter‍ supposed to feel?‍‌⁠ It was as‌‍ if I could‍​‌ see a large,​‌ rusted nail embedded​‍ in the left​​ side of Media’s‍ chest. A nail⁠ her father had‌‍⁠ driven in without⁠​ realizing.

The⁠⁠ pain of being​⁠ an Ancient wasn’t‌‌‌ exclusive to Victor.‌ His daughter, Media‌‍​ Poison, bore it‍‍‌ too. But unlike‌‌‍ him, Media hadn’t‌ gone insane.

‘…….’‍‌

I looked at her,‍​‌ sadness in my‍ eyes. From her​‍ position as Director,⁠⁠‌ she lit the‍⁠⁠ way for students‍‌​ like the light‍‌‍ of a new‍​ era. Since she‌‍​ didn’t age, she‌‍ was always there,⁠‌ the lighthouse guiding​ future heroes.

She​ lived that life​⁠‍ with gratitude. She​⁠ was willing to⁠‌ give everything for‍‌ the students she‍ so dearly loved.⁠‌

Her⁠ love for them‍ was evident even⁠‌ in the records​⁠‍ of Miracle Blessing‌ M.
As soon as⁠​ her [Poet’s Blessing]‍⁠ gave her a sense of the⁠‍ coming war, she‌⁠ took action.

She‌ reported it first‍ to the Hero‍​ Association and the​ International Union, but​‌⁠ they ignored her.​​‍

‘A‌‍ war? In this⁠⁠​ era of peace?’​‌‍

‘Stick‍ to education and‍ leave politics alone,​ Director.’

But‌‌⁠ Media knew those‍​‌ fools only understood‌ hard evidence. And⁠ since reading scripture‍ to a cow⁠‌ was pointless, she‌​ immediately set out‍ to inspect the⁠⁠ Demon Realm herself.​

And‌‍ there, in that‌ desolate land, she‍ found death. At‍‌​ the hands of​​‍ the Second Corps‌​⁠ Commander, Kuarne. Slowly,‍ painfully.

It‍ wasn’t until her⁠⁠​ cold corpse returned⁠ that humanity understood‍ she had been‍ right. Her death⁠‍ awakened the world,​⁠⁠ which had been‍‌‌ asleep and complacent.‌‌

From⁠‌​ that moment on,​⁠⁠ the Academy, the​​⁠ Association, and the‍‌ International Union united⁠⁠ immediately. At the​‍​ center of that​ great alliance was‍​ Media’s sacrifice.

‘Sacrifice.’‍⁠

Whenever‌‌ someone tried to⁠‌ give up, Media‌⁠ sacrificed herself. And‌‍‍ that selflessness became‍‍ the seed that‍‍ bore fruit in‍ the form of⁠⁠ victory for humanity.​‍​

Years‌‍⁠ later, the wise‍‌‌ Media, alongside Balor⁠‌​ Joaquin, was the‌‌⁠ only one recognized⁠ as a Saint⁠‍ Hero (聖雄) on‍ the altar of‌ the gods.

“Dad…”‍‌

And⁠‍⁠ now, that same‌ Media, shoulders slumped,⁠‌ sobbed.

“You…​‍ you weren’t like​‍ this. Why have‌ you changed so​ much?”

“……”‌​⁠

Victor​⁠⁠ didn’t answer. At⁠ this point, it⁠ seemed Media already​⁠‍ sensed it. That‌‍‌ her father was​⁠‍ gone—and not just​‌ halfway.

“You‌ two, leave us‍‌ for now…”

Without⁠‌‍ taking her eyes​ off Victor, she​ ordered the assistant​ and secretary to​‌​ leave.

“Y-yes,‌ ma’am!”

With‍​​ sharp instincts, both‌ quickly left the⁠ lab. Even then,‌ they remembered to‍ salute with a military gesture. Not⁠ out of professionalism—but‍ out of caution,⁠⁠ no doubt.

‘Well,‌‌ if you’re around‍⁠‌ a tyrant like​⁠ her, no wonder⁠ you’re that sharp.’‌‍⁠

I turned my gaze‌⁠⁠ from the door‍ back to the⁠‍ two who remained.‌​​ Father and daughter‍​‌ of the Poison​ family argued.

“Daughter…‍ I don’t want‌ to say this,‌​⁠ but I can’t‍ go on living​‌‍ like this.”

“And⁠⁠ so you’re going‍‌​ to give up?‌⁠ What about the‌⁠​ Association you founded?⁠ And Changseong, that‍ gorilla who followed‍ you for decades?​​ Is he an‍​‌ idiot?”

“The⁠⁠⁠ Hero Association has⁠‌‌ shown it can‍ survive twenty years⁠‍‍ without me, an‌ old recluse. Besides,⁠ there’s a successor‍​‍ now. That Mura‍‍ you mentioned will⁠‌ surely do better​ than me. After‍‍ all, he’s a normal human, like⁠ the rest of⁠ them.”

Hearing⁠‍ that excuse, Media​‌‍ let out a scornful chuckle and‌⁠​ replied.

“Wow,​​​ I can tell‍‍‌ you’ve been preparing​⁠ this speech. But⁠ you forgot the‌⁠ most important part,⁠ didn’t you? Asking​⁠ Kang Geom-Ma to⁠‍⁠ kill you? What‍‌‍ is that? Another‍‌ excuse to give⁠​ up? Or one​ of your senile‌ delusions?”

“Suiciding‌ like our ancestors⁠‍ is a terrible‍ tradition. We must‌‌‍ break that cycle.​ And if so,⁠‌‌ I’d rather die⁠‍​ at the hands‍ of the savior…!”⁠‍

“You‌ crazy old man!”​‌​

Media⁠‍ raised her hand​​⁠ again but stopped.‍ I stepped between⁠ them.

I shook my head.​⁠

“No‌⁠ matter how bad​ things are between​ you and your​⁠​ father, hitting him‌‌ isn’t right. He’s‍ lost his composure,​⁠​ Director.”

Media‍⁠‌ couldn’t say anything‍ more. Guilt froze​⁠‍ her face.

I spoke to her‍​​ softly, as if​‌ to comfort her.​

“But‌‍​ I’m not saying‍‍ you’re wrong. In‍‍⁠ my opinion, the‌⁠ President has completely‌ lost his mind‌ too.”

I gently moved Media‌ aside and addressed‌‌‌ Victor.

“I‍‍ understand why you⁠‍ made that request,‍ President. You’re tired​⁠⁠ of living. Everything‍‌‍ feels empty to​ you, and you’re​⁠ exhausted.”

“……”​⁠​

“I⁠⁠⁠ get that… but​‍ even so, you’re‍​⁠ crazy.”

Victor⁠​ looked at me,⁠‍ bewildered. Was he‌‍ surprised someone told‍ him he was⁠‌​ insane? No, that⁠ wasn’t it. A true madman doesn’t​‍ even realize he’s​⁠ mad.

“You’re‌ not in your‍ right mind. Even‌ though you could⁠‍ die fighting demons,‌ you come to​‌‍ me asking to​​⁠ be killed.”

I won’t deny my​ words were sharp.‌ I was angry‍​‌ at the President.⁠‍⁠

For​‍‌ making such an⁠ absurd request, yes.⁠ But more than‍​‍ that, for hurting‌⁠ Media.

It​‌ infuriated me that⁠​​ someone so pitiful​​‌ could wound someone‍‌ like her.

“So⁠​ I have a proposal.”

I pulled out my‍‍​ sashimi knife, just‌‌‍ like Victor had⁠ wanted.

Media,​ alarmed, reacted, but‌ I calmed her​​ before continuing.

“I‌​ can’t kill him,‌ but I can​‍⁠ cure his madness.​⁠ Through physical therapy.‌ Consider this knife‍⁠ as an injection‍ or a scalpel.”​​

“……?!”‍

I ran my finger​⁠ along the blade.‍

“They‌⁠​ say the best​‌⁠ remedy for a madman is a clean cut. I already tried it‌‌ on Saki Kojima,​​ and the results⁠​​ were remarkable.”

The‍‍‌ look the President‌‍⁠ gave me, like⁠​ I was the‌‌ crazy one, was‌⁠‍ the best part.⁠​

What’s‌ with that face?‌​

“It’s⁠⁠ going to hurt‍‍ a little.”

And‍‌ I proceeded with‍‌ the treatment.

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