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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 251: Bloody War (5)

Chapter 251: Bloody War (5)

This​‍ morning was peaceful‍ again.

Though,‍⁠ of course, there‌‍‌ were no birds‍‌ chirping or leaves‌‍ rustling in the⁠‌ wind—it was the​‌ heart of winter.​

Fwoooosh.​‍

The​‌‌ biting wind swept⁠⁠ across the area.‍‌ In front of​‍⁠ a solitary platform,‍​‌ countless heroes stood‌⁠ lined up.

All‍ of them had‍‍ been summoned from​ different parts of‍‍⁠ the world for⁠‌⁠ the extermination operation⁠ against Fermush.

“If​ they called us‌ in this early,‌⁠ today must be⁠ the big day.”​‌

A bearded man scratched‍ his jaw as​⁠ he muttered. A man nearby overheard⁠⁠ and replied.

“Seems​ like it. It’s⁠ chilly, the sky’s​‌‌ overcast—a perfect day​​ for demons to​‌‍ come out and⁠ play.”

“Judging​ by your green‌ armband, you’re a senior-class hero like⁠​‍ me. Where are‍ you from? You​ don’t sound familiar…”‍

“First‍‍⁠ Battalion of Japan.”‍⁠‌

“Ah,​‌ that explains the​ bow on your‍ back. Lucky you,⁠‍‌ being in the‍ rear guard.”

“What’s​‌⁠ the point of‍​​ talking about front‍ or rear guard‍‍⁠ against a Corps​‍ Commander? If the‍ frontline breaks, the⁠ rear won’t last‍‍ five minutes before‍‌ it’s wiped out.”⁠

“That’s‌‌ true too.”

The⁠⁠⁠ bearded man let‌ out a laugh.⁠ They didn’t know​ each other, but⁠ they spoke naturally,‌ like old friends.‌‌‌ That’s how heroes⁠⁠‍ were. People who‌ could joke even⁠ before battle. That’s⁠​‌ why they were‍​⁠ respected—and envied.

“Anyway,‍​​ remember this beautiful‍‍‍ neck of mine⁠ and make sure‍⁠ not to shoot‌​‌ this way. There’s⁠​ no greater disgrace⁠​ than dying from⁠‌​ friendly fire.”

The⁠​ bearded man turned‌‌​ and tapped the‍⁠‍ archer on the‍⁠ nape. The archer‌ squinted, then smiled.‍‍​

“Your⁠‌ bald head makes‌⁠ it easy to​ remember. I won’t‌‍ forget.”

“Hey!⁠‌⁠ No bald jokes!”‍⁠‌

“Haha,‌ I didn’t mean‍‍ it like that.‌​ By the way,⁠ why do you‍ think we were​‌‍ gathered here?”

“Hah,‌ you know how‍‌‍ it is. Before‌ any big operation,⁠ the higher-ups always‌ give some motivational​ speech or whatever.”‌​‍

“True.”‍

“I’ve‍​⁠ been a hero⁠‍‍ for over thirty‌ years and I still don’t get‌ why they do​‍ that. We’re not‍⁠ rookies at the​‍ guild, and at‍ this point, we‌ don’t need sermons.”‍⁠‍

“You’re‍ right.”

The​‌ archer nodded quietly.​ The bearded man​​⁠ continued.

“That‌‍‍ kind of speech⁠‍ just lowers morale.​ And on top​‌ of that, the⁠⁠‌ main person in​⁠ charge of this​ operation is some​ brat—now that gives​​ me a bad‌​ feeling.”

His‌‍ expression was a mix of frustration​⁠⁠ and concern. The‌ archer glanced around⁠ nervously before whispering.‍

“We’re‌‌​ being watched.”

“Good.⁠‌⁠ That means they’re⁠ listening too.”

The‍‌ bearded man snorted‍ sarcastically and kept​ talking.

“A‌‌‌ great hero isn’t​​⁠ just strong. What‍‌ matters on the‍ battlefield is the⁠⁠‌ ability to lead.⁠⁠‍ And that only‍‌​ comes with experience.‌​‌ I wonder if‌⁠ a kid barely‌‍​ seventeen can lead⁠⁠‍ all these heroes.”‌‌

“I‍ get your point…​ but still, he’s‍ one of the⁠‌ Seven Stars.”

“So⁠ what? To a Corps Commander, it‍ doesn’t matter if‌‌ you’re one of‌‌​ the Seven Stars‍​ or just a foot soldier…”

Just​⁠ then.

Tap,‍​ tap.

Everyone’s⁠ eyes turned toward‌​ the sound of‌ footsteps ascending the​ platform. It was‍​ a boy in‍‌ a black uniform‌‌ with a white​‌ coat draped over⁠ his shoulders—Kang Geom-Ma,‌ the Heavenly Sword.‍⁠​

The⁠‌ bearded man swallowed‌‍⁠ hard. His Adam’s‌ apple, hidden beneath‌‌ his beard, bobbed​​‍ heavily.

‘…Even‍ though I said⁠​​ that, the truth‌‌ is…’

The‍ man was speechless.‌⁠‌ His mere presence​ stirred the air.⁠⁠ An aura so​‍ dark it almost‌​ seemed demonic.

Immediately,​ all the heroes⁠‍ stood at attention.⁠ The earlier relaxed⁠ atmosphere vanished.

Tap.‌​

Heavenly‌​ Sword stopped at‍ the center of‌⁠‍ the platform. To​⁠ his left stood​‍ the Sword Master.‌⁠ To his right,⁠ Changseong. As if‍‍ both veterans were⁠ flanking him.

The‌‍‌ young man glanced​‌ around with indifference.‌ Many felt their⁠​‍ bodies tighten under‍​ his gaze. Especially‌‌​ the bearded man,⁠ who lowered his‍​​ eyes nearly shut.‍

“……”‌​

Once​ the silence was​ absolute, Kang Geom-Ma‌‍​ let out a deep sigh. Everyone⁠ tensed up instantly.​‍

Is⁠⁠‌ he looking down⁠‌⁠ on us? Is‌⁠⁠ he about to​‍​ give a sermon?​‍

Tap.​​

The​‍ boy stepped forward.⁠ One more step.‌⁠ He stopped right‍​​ at the edge‌‌ of the platform.​ One step more​​ and he would​‍‌ fall.

Then‍ he sat down.⁠‌⁠ Legs dangling, bringing‍⁠ himself to their⁠‍ eye level.

He‍ looked at the​ heroes, who didn’t‍⁠ dare meet his‍ eyes, and spoke.‍ His voice was​ dry, but surprisingly​ warm.

“Thank‍⁠ you all for​ gathering so early.”‍⁠​

The‍⁠ unexpected humility made⁠ a few raise‌ their heads.

“Truth‍‍ be told, this​ wasn’t my idea.​‍‍ I don’t like⁠‌‌ this kind of​‌‍ thing. And I know that, at​​‍ my age, anything‍‍ I say won’t‍⁠‌ carry much weight.”​​

He⁠‍‍ scratched his head‌​‌ with one hand,⁠‍ the other still‍ in his pocket.‍⁠

“But‍‌ they told me⁠⁠‌ it’s tradition… So​ I’ll keep it​ short. I’m not​ good at speeches,‍​ I hope you‌​ understand.”

Many‍‍‍ thought his attitude⁠‌ was very human.‍‌

“I’m​‌ not going to⁠‍ say things like‍‍​ ‘Give it your‍‍​ all in battle.’‌‍​ You’re already heroes.‍ It’s obvious you‌⁠​ came here with‍ that resolve.”

His‍ voice, still calm,⁠ held everyone’s attention.‌

“I‍ won’t say ‘Don’t‌‍⁠ die’ either. That‌ would be irresponsible.​⁠ And even less‍ ‘Lend me your‍‌⁠ strength.’ That would‍‌ be cowardly of‍⁠⁠ me.”

He​‌‌ spoke clearly, with‌‌ short phrases and‍‌ pauses that gave​‌‍ weight to each⁠​ word.

“Because‍⁠ I know I’m​⁠ responsible for your‌ lives. That’s why​ I can’t afford‌‍​ to show weakness.”⁠​‍

By‍ bringing himself to‌⁠ their level, he‍‍‍ lowered his own​ authority.

“I’m‌ just a kid.⁠⁠ Probably the age‌‍⁠ of your children.‌ It’s not strange‍ if you don’t‌⁠‍ trust me. But‌⁠‍ remember this.”

And​ at the same⁠‍​ time, he showed‍‌ them he would⁠ fight alongside them.⁠‌

“I‍‍ don’t shy away​ from the responsibilities​‍ I take on.‌⁠ Even if I’m​ young, I have‍‍⁠ enough strength to‌ carry that burden.⁠ Well… I guess‍⁠​ I dragged on.​‌⁠ Seems unavoidable once‍ you’re up here.‍ In short.”

Kang‍⁠ Geom-Ma stood, dusting‍⁠ off his coat,‍​​ and concluded with‍‍‍ a few words.‍⁠

“Let’s‌⁠ win.”

Kang⁠⁠ Geom-Ma turned smoothly.⁠‌ Etched into the​ retinas of all⁠ who watched his‌ back were two​‍‌ characters.

『Heavenly‌‌⁠ Sword』

The‍​ Heavenly Sword returned⁠‍ to his place.‌

“Waaaaaaaah!”‌‌

A deafening roar of‌ cheers erupted. His​ sincere speech had‍‌⁠ filled them with‍ immense courage.

The​‌ heroes raised their​⁠​ weapons to the‌⁠ sky like spears‌​ aimed to pierce‍‍⁠ it. Drums pounded‌⁠ in rhythm with​​‌ their hearts, and​ under the clear‍‌‍ sky, banners fluttered​‌‍ fiercely.

“Feels‍‍‌ like we’re seeing​‍​ someone out of​‍​ a legend, huh?”⁠⁠

The‌‍​ bearded man murmured⁠ to the archer​⁠ as if speaking‍​ to himself.

“You’re​​ wrong.”

The‌ archer replied, flashing‌ his fangs in‍‍⁠ a grin.

“He‍​ already is a legend.”

***​​

As‍ soon as the‌‌ speech ended, we‌​ began our march.​‍ I was at​⁠​ the front, alongside​ the Swordmaster and‌​ Changseong. Not just​ to maintain morale,‍⁠ but because, as‍ the only ones​ with experience against‌‍‍ Commanders, it was​‌‍ logical that we‌⁠ lead the vanguard.‍‍

‘A⁠‌ Corps Commander… and‌‌‌ one emerging directly‌‌ from the Demon‌ Territory…’

Anyone​ with normal nerves‍ would faint, foaming‍⁠⁠ at the mouth,⁠ just from seeing​ one. And if​​ it released its‍⁠ aura, the formation​ could collapse in‍ seconds. That’s why,​‍ no matter what,⁠‍ we had to​ be at the​‌ front.

Meanwhile,‍⁠ the other leaders—like‌‍‍ General Remi, Director⁠‌ Sung, and the⁠​ high-ranking officers of‌ the Association—were guiding​ their respective battalions‌ from their assigned⁠⁠‍ positions.

We‌ marched for an‍⁠ hour until we​ finally reached the⁠​‍ Gehenna Portal. A grotesque structure, covered​‌​ in repulsive sculptures⁠‍‌ like crusted scabs.‍ Its appearance alone‌‌‍ was enough to‍⁠⁠ cause revulsion.

‘Though⁠ nothing compared to‌‌‍ the beasts that‌‍​ will emerge from‍‌‍ there shortly.’

We‍‍ took a moment‍ to reorganize the‌ formation—or rather, to⁠‍ divide the main‌‍​ force into their​ respective positions top,‍ mid, jungle, and​‍ bottom.

Even‌‌⁠ though the system‍​‍ had only been​ introduced the day⁠‌​ before, the heroes‌​⁠ moved swiftly. Despite‍ the separation, they⁠ maintained precise order.​

‘No⁠‍⁠ wonder they only‌‌ picked the best⁠ among the veterans.‍⁠ The difference is‍ clear.’

I sighed in relief.​ Soon, the Fourth⁠ Corps Commander, Fermush,‌ would emerge from​ that portal. And‌ he’d be at‍‌ full power, overflowing⁠ with magic.

‘Nothing‌ like Agor or‍ Vesna.’

Humans‌ fear the unknown.‍ I had never​‌ faced a Corps⁠⁠‌ Commander at full​ strength. Sweaty hands‌ were only natural.‌

“Heavenly⁠​ Sword.”

At​⁠ some point, the‌⁠ Swordmaster had come⁠‌⁠ up beside me​⁠ and patted my‍‌ shoulder. Changseong stood‌‍‌ at his side.‌

“It’s‍⁠ not like you⁠‌⁠ to wear such‍‍‍ a grim expression.”‌‌

“Ah,‍⁠‌ yeah.”

I hesitated for a moment but ended‌​⁠ up asking them.‍​‌

“Aren’t⁠‍⁠ you afraid? Fifty⁠‌⁠ years ago, you​‌⁠ lost three comrades‍⁠​ in this very‌ place. If it⁠​⁠ were me, I’d‌ hesitate to come​ back. And you,​‌‌ Swordmaster, lost an​‌‌ arm to Agor‍ just half a year ago.”

They⁠‌⁠ looked at each​​⁠ other. Though usually‍​ like cat and‍ dog, they shared⁠‍ the same look‍‌⁠ this time. The⁠⁠ Swordmaster turned back‍⁠‍ to me.

“Dying‍⁠ on the battlefield​⁠‌ is a virtue​‍‍ for a hero.⁠​⁠ It would be‌‍⁠ a lie to‌‍‍ say there’s no⁠⁠⁠ fear—but at least‍‍ today, I have⁠⁠ less than I did forty years‌‍‍ ago.”

Changseong⁠​ said.

“Back⁠‌ then, there wasn’t⁠ even a hero‌ army. But look⁠ at us now.⁠‍ Warriors, seniors, all​‌ united for one‌​ cause. And best​‍ of all Heavenly⁠‌‍ Sword , I’m⁠ excited to fight‌​⁠ alongside you. I feel tingles all‍⁠‌ over!”

Ah,‍⁠​ right. I’d forgotten⁠⁠‍ what heroes are.⁠​‌

In​​ games, they never‌‍‌ ran or trembled.​ I thought they​​ were just data​ controlled by player⁠ commands. But I was wrong.

They’re⁠ real heroes. Superhumans‍​ shaped by Joaquin‍⁠​ Academy’s rigorous education.‌​‌ Warriors who see​⁠ dying in battle​ as an honor.​‌⁠

And⁠​ I’ve only been⁠‌ in this world‍‌ for half a year. Without realizing‍ it, I’d been⁠​⁠ judging them with‌ Earth’s common sense.‌⁠

‘I⁠ haven’t quite washed⁠​ off my Earthling​‍ mindset.’

I let out a short laugh. The⁠‍ Swordmaster and Changseong​‌‌ smiled too. I didn’t know what⁠​‍ their smiles meant,‌⁠ but they comforted‍⁠ me.

At‍ that moment.

Rumble!⁠‍⁠ Rumble!

A heavy sound rattled⁠‌ our eardrums. Everyone⁠ turned toward the⁠ portal. The grotesque⁠⁠ gates began to​‌⁠ crack, shedding chunks‍‌⁠ of stone.

A familiar chill. No​⁠ explanation was needed.⁠​ The Gehenna Portal⁠​⁠ was about to‍ burst open, and‌⁠ Fermush would come⁠‍‍ walking out. We‍ could see it‍‍​ clearly, like an‌ image in our‍​ minds.

“All⁠‍‍ units, to combat‌​ positions!”

Changseong’s‍‍‍ thunderous voice echoed​‍‌ across the field.​‌​ The tank-class heroes,‌‌‌ known as “top,”⁠​ lowered their helmet‍⁠ visors and raised​‌ their heavy shields.⁠

Clang.⁠

The​‍‍ Swordmaster drew his​⁠‍ sword with precision,​ holding it vertically.‍ The blade covered​ half of his​ wrinkled face.

Boom!​

Changseong‌ planted his spear‍‌ firmly into the‍ ground. The earth‍​​ trembled. Then he​⁠ looked at the‍ Swordmaster beside him​‌​ and said.

“If‍​ I lose an⁠ arm in this‍⁠‍ battle, I want⁠​‍ you to finally‌​‍ accept that duel,​‌‍ Nibelung.”

The​‍ Swordmaster let out‌⁠ a low chuckle.​ Meanwhile, his sword‌​‌ began to shine‍ with white light⁠​‌ particles—the aura of‌⁠‌ the Absolute Swordsman.⁠​​

“You’d​⁠‍ have to keep​‍ both arms to‍​ even be worthy⁠​‍ of facing me.​‍ So guard them⁠⁠​ well. With both‌⁠⁠ intact, I might‍‌⁠ even be tempted.”‍

“Kuhaha!‍⁠ I like that!”‍​⁠

Changseong‌​​ let out a wild laugh and‌ crouched down, gripping​ his spear tightly.‍​‍

BOOOM!​

A roar tore through‌‍⁠ the air. The⁠‌ portal gates exploded‌ into a thousand⁠‍ pieces. Visibility was⁠⁠‌ low, but through​ the dust, silhouettes‌⁠⁠ began to appear.⁠

The​‍‌ Swordmaster and Changseong,⁠‌ veterans of a hundred battles, turned⁠​⁠ their backs to‍⁠‍ me and shouted‍ my name.

“Kang‍‍​ Geom-Ma!”

And‍‍‌ I answered.

“I⁠​ am the sword‍‍‌ that wins.”

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