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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 252: The Technique of Combat (1)

Chapter 252: The Technique of Combat (1)

My‌ Master used to‌​‌ tell me.

“There​​‍ are two ways⁠ to win a fight.”

To⁠⁠‍ this day, I don’t know how‌‍​ we ended up‍​ talking about that.⁠

A guy who runs⁠ a Japanese restaurant⁠⁠ giving his apprentice⁠ a lecture on⁠‌ how to win‌​‌ fights what a scene.

“Don’t​‍ you realize what​‍ you provoke? With‍ that damned temper‍ of yours, you‍⁠‌ look like you⁠‍‌ were made to⁠‌ get stabbed in‌​ a dark alley.⁠‍‍ So just in‍‌ case, let me⁠‍​ tell you this.”‌⁠

He‌‍ claimed to be‌⁠​ a former gangster,​⁠‍ but in reality,‍ he was a legendary hero from‌​‌ the era of⁠​ the founders. His​ theory of combat‍‍ boiled down to‌ two points.

“First,⁠⁠ strike first. If⁠ you land the⁠‌⁠ first blow, you’ve​​​ already won half​ the fight. Doesn’t‌ matter if there‌‌ are many of‌⁠ them. In a fight, what matters‍‌‍ is establishing dominance⁠ from the start.​⁠ Even if you’re⁠ weaker, strike first.”⁠‍

God‌ Really, “he who​⁠ strikes first, strikes‌ twice”?

I had expected something‍ profound and felt‌‌ like an idiot.⁠​ It was so‌‌ basic I didn’t⁠ know whether to‌ laugh or cry.​‍

Still,‍⁠‌ I listened till‌⁠​ the end. Not⁠ because I was‌ scared, not at‍ all. It’s not‌​ like he had‌⁠ a knife nearby.‌ Definitely not.

“And‍‌ the second. The‍ last. And maybe‌⁠ the most important…”⁠

With⁠‍ a solemn, serious,​⁠​ and stern look,‍ my Master stared‍​​ straight at me.​

And‌ by this point,​‍ I had no⁠ choice but to⁠ admit it. My‍ Master already knew​‍ I’d end up‌‌‍ in this world.⁠​‌

He‍​‍ knew something like⁠ today would happen.​‌ And even if‌‍‍ I’m angry he‌‍ kept it from⁠‍ me I still‍⁠‍ respect and thank‍‍ him.

After⁠ all, I still‌​ use every single⁠⁠ thing he taught‍‌ me.

I dislike him, yes,‌​‌ but I can​⁠‍ forgive him. That’s​ our relationship.

My‌‌‍ life’s teacher. The‌⁠⁠ only adult who‍‌ pulled me out‌ of the abyss.‌‌‍

And‍‌​ my adoptive father.​‌

Even‍‌​ now, in this⁠ very moment, I’m​‌ applying his teachings.‌⁠‍

“I‍​ am the sword‍‌ that wins.”

‘Strike‌⁠ first, win.’ Let’s‍ start with that.⁠

***⁠​

The‍ dust still hadn’t‍‍ settled.

We⁠‌‌ didn’t know the​ exact situation or‌⁠⁠ how many enemies‍​‌ there were.

But‌‍⁠ the magic that​⁠​ burst forth with⁠‍ the portal’s explosion…‍

‘It’s​ immense.’

Immense‌‍‌ and overwhelming. It⁠ couldn’t be compared‍‌ to any beast⁠⁠​ or demon I’ve‍⁠‍ faced before.

Everyone​​ was tense from‌⁠​ the sheer force‍‍​ of it. The‍⁠‍ magic of the‍‍​ Fourth Corps Commander,‌ Fermush.

Just‍‌ feeling a fraction‌‍ of it was‍​​ enough to get​‍⁠ dizzy.

‘Can⁠‌‍ we win?’

His​⁠ presence was so​ overwhelming, it paralyzed.⁠‌​ Legs trembled, grips‌ on weapons loosened.‍ Before they were‍⁠​ heroes, they were‌‌‌ human.

Clink.‍

A metallic sound rang​​ out. Everyone turned⁠‌ toward it.

They​ looked down first.‌ Seeing the ground​‍‌ tremble slightly, they‍‍ looked up again.‍​ Their eyes narrowed,‍ then opened wide.‍‍

Thousands‌ of sashimi knives‌​ floated in the⁠‌⁠ air.

Sunlight​‌ pierced the clouds,‌⁠ and the will‍‌‍ of a man​ settled on their‌ blades. From the‍‍ gray sky, they‍⁠‍ looked like a swarm of stars.‌‌‌

All​‍‍ eyes turned to‌⁠​ the center, where​⁠ a white cloak⁠‌ fluttered with two⁠⁠⁠ characters inscribed.

『Heavenly​ Sword』

At​​‍ that moment, the‌‍⁠ knives began to​ glow deep blue.‍ Not just one.​⁠⁠ All of them⁠⁠​ were enveloped in‍​ a fierce blue‍ aura.

“Ah…”⁠

Someone‌​ whispered, unable to​ believe their eyes.​⁠ And then, all​⁠⁠ the knives dropped​⁠‌ at once.

Fwoosh!⁠

Trailing⁠ behind a blue​‍ streak, they tore⁠​⁠ through the dust‍‌⁠ cloud at nearly​ sonic speed.

An​ astonishing sight.

Like‍⁠​ a meteor shower.‍⁠⁠

Kwa-ba-ba-ba-bam!⁠

The‌‌ blades fell like‍‍ thunderbolts. Their paths⁠‍‍ straight and curved​⁠⁠ at will. The​⁠‍ dust was punctured⁠​ like cheese, sliced,‌‍⁠ diced.

Even‍ the portal’s remnants‌ still standing collapsed.‌‍

Tack.‍​

Kang‍ Geom-Ma snapped his‍‌ fingers with his‌ left hand and‌‍‌ moved his right⁠ like a conductor.⁠⁠‌

With⁠ grace. And the​ result was pure⁠‌⁠ destruction.

“My​ god…”

The⁠ eyes of the⁠​ Sword Master and‍⁠‍ Changseong locked on‍​ him. Their reactions‍ weren’t different from‍‌‌ the others’.

‘We⁠‌ need to strike‌‍ first.’

That’s‍⁠⁠ what he said‌‌ last night.

‘Before⁠​⁠ the battle begins,‍ our morale will​​ sink. That’s why⁠ I must make⁠ the first move.’⁠

Everyone‌⁠⁠ agreed. But still…⁠

“Who​‍‌ could’ve imagined this?”⁠​

The⁠‌⁠ Sword Master let‌⁠⁠ out a dry⁠ laugh. What Kang‌ Geom-Ma displayed at⁠​⁠ that moment, not‌‍⁠ even he could‌‌ fully grasp.

“Heavenly‍‌ Sword… you truly…”⁠

The⁠⁠ taste was both⁠‌⁠ bitter and sweet.‌ That young man‍‌ had reached a peak he himself​⁠​ hadn’t touched in‌​‍ seventy years.

As‍ a swordsman, it​⁠ stung. But if‍ that monster was‌ on their side…​‌

“He’s⁠​ more reliable than‌​ anyone.”

The⁠ Sword Master stepped⁠ forward firmly. A white light enveloped‍​‍ him and he‌ dashed forward.

Changseong,‍‌ momentarily stunned, shouted.⁠​​

“Top!‌⁠​ Protect the Heavenly‍‍​ Sword!”

“What​‌⁠ about you, Vice⁠⁠⁠ President?”

Changseong⁠​​ let out a hearty laugh.

“I’ll‌ follow Nibelung!”

“Vice‍‍‌ President!”

“Mid‍​ and Jungle! Follow⁠​​ us up front!⁠ We’ll clear the‍ way, just keep​‌ behind us!”

Without​ giving anyone a chance to stop⁠⁠ him, Changseong charged‍ forward.

With‌‍⁠ a crash, the⁠ ground cracked beneath‌​‍ his feet.

BOOM!⁠⁠

One‍‌‍ leap. To the‌⁠⁠ nearest soldier, Changseong⁠ stretched like a lance.

And⁠​ the soldier’s face​ soon lit up.⁠‍‌ He shouted loudly.⁠⁠

“The​‍​ Seven Stars are⁠‌ with us!”

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!”‌⁠‍

From⁠‍ the rear, General​​ Remi also sprang‍ into action.

“All​​⁠ marksmen, prepare to⁠​​ fire! Supports, help​ adjust trajectory! No​⁠ friendly fire!”

She‍‍ herself nocked an⁠⁠‌ arrow. Her squad‍ formed a semicircle⁠​ behind. A fan-shaped​​‌ formation known as‍‍⁠ the Crane Wing.​​⁠

“Fire!”​​‍

At⁠⁠ her signal, thousands‍ of arrows flew‌ into the sky.‌‌‍ They traced perfect‌‌ arcs, raining down‌‌‌ like a storm.‌

And‍‌ not one hit‍⁠‍ an ally, thanks​‍ to the support​​⁠ units.

That’s‍‍ why marksmen and⁠‍ supports are inseparable.​ Trust is everything.‍⁠​

“……”​‍​

From‍ a distance, Director⁠ Sung watched everything.​⁠​ He placed his‍‌ prosthetic hand over‍ his chest. He‌ could feel his‌​‍ heart pounding.

“Has​‌​ humanity ever struck‌‌‍ first against demons?”‍​

Always‍ on the defensive,⁠‌ always afraid. But⁠‌⁠ now, demons hadn’t‍ even stepped out‌‌ of the dust,‌⁠‌ and humanity was‌‍​ already advancing.

‘Striking‌‍​ first doesn’t guarantee‌‍ victory. And we’re‌‌⁠ not doing it​ out of ambition.’‌

That’s‍‌ what Kang Geom-Ma‍ said before ending‌ the meeting that​ dawn.

‘What⁠⁠‍ matters here is​ seizing the initiative.​‌ Showing that we​​ can stand against‍ them. That’s the​⁠‌ reason for this​⁠‍ first strike.’

Director​⁠ Sung looked ahead.‌‌

‘Hope.’​

Thinking​ of the one⁠⁠⁠ leading, at the​ front of everyone.‌

‘Even⁠ if we lose‌‍ today, we must‍‌​ leave behind the⁠​‌ hope that we’ll‍ win tomorrow.’

He‍‌​ rubbed his eyes⁠⁠⁠ hard and murmured,​‍

“You​​ are, without a doubt, a hero‌ sent by the⁠‌ heavens.”

***‌‍​

Changseong​ landed in the‌⁠⁠ middle of the⁠‌ enemy field and⁠ immediately dropped into​ a low stance.⁠‌​ All around him,⁠ a cloud of‍ dark brown dust‍​ covered everything. Even‌ so, amidst the‌⁠ haze, some shadows⁠‍⁠ could be distinguished.⁠​⁠

“Those‌⁠ things hiding in​‍ the storm must‍​ be Fermush’s toys.”​

Changseong​​ gripped the lower​⁠‌ part of his‌‌​ spear and swung​ it in a wide arc. The‍‍⁠ blade, imbued with⁠ the Blessing of‍⁠ Demon-Breaking, traced the​‌ curve of a full moon just⁠⁠ above the ground.⁠

The⁠‍‍ shadows around him⁠‌ lost their balance‌ and fell. The⁠ Swordmaster didn’t waste​‍ the opportunity. Activating‍‌‌ the Blessing of‍‌​ the Sword Spirit,⁠ his sword enveloped​ the area in‌‍​ a white aura​ and dismembered the‌​ shadows along with​‌‌ the dust.

In‌​ the next moment,‌ the Swordmaster and⁠ Changseong stood back‌ to back.

They‍⁠⁠ advanced like that,​ cutting down the⁠ golems in their⁠‌‌ path. Although they‍‍‌ alternated between leading‌ and covering the‍​ rear, their formation⁠ remained solid.

The‍ surroundings were still⁠ completely clouded. To‍‌⁠ reduce blind spots,​ staying close together‌⁠ was the most⁠‌ effective approach.

Changseong‍​ frowned. The golems‍⁠ weren’t much of‌‍‌ a threat. There⁠​ was something far‌⁠‍ more troublesome.

“The​​​ dust isn’t clearing.‍ A sandstorm in⁠ winter? Ridiculous.”

He‍‍⁠ sniffed the air​​ and spat on‌‌‍ the ground. After‌​⁠ doing it a few times, he‌ tore a piece⁠​ of his white⁠ tunic and covered⁠ his mouth. Then,​ he moistened it​‍⁠ with a bottle​ of water.

“Much‍ better.”

He‍ tore off another‍​​ piece of cloth​‍ and handed it​⁠⁠ to the Swordmaster,​ who took it​​‌ without looking away​‌⁠ from the front.⁠​‍

“It⁠⁠‍ seems to be‍⁠⁠ getting thicker. What‍⁠‍ do you think,‌‍‍ Nibelung?”

“Probably​​ Fermush’s earth magic.”‍​⁠

The‌‍⁠ Swordmaster replied while‍⁠ hanging the piece​ of cloth from‌‌ his ear.

“Luckily,‍ thanks to Heavenly⁠‍ Sword’s offensive and⁠ the supporting fire‌ from the rear,‍ the number of​ golems has dropped‌​ significantly. But…”

“The‌ enemy commander has⁠‌‌ yet to show⁠‌ his face.”

The‌‌ Swordmaster kept his‌‌ eyes narrowed from‌ dryness but expanded‍​‌ his senses to​‍ catch any sign.​⁠ His body was‍​ ready to react⁠⁠ at the slightest‍ hint.

“Should‌‌ we advance further?”⁠‍

Changseong​‌ asked from behind.‌‌

The​​⁠ Swordmaster stayed silent‍‌‌ for a few​‌ seconds, gazing at‍​‍ his sword. In​‌‍ the clean reflection​ of the blade,​ he saw an⁠ old man. His‍‌ expression was bitter.⁠⁠​

When‌ had he aged⁠‍​ so much? It‌‍​ still felt like​ yesterday that he‌‌ lost three comrades⁠ in this very⁠‍ place, half a century ago.

He⁠‌‌ let out a brief chuckle. The‌ reflection in the⁠⁠​ blade smiled back.⁠

“If​ we go any‍‌‌ further, the chances⁠ of dying increase.⁠ You know that,⁠ don’t you, Mura?”⁠

“Of⁠‍ course.”

Changseong‍‌ answered without hesitation.​

“That’s⁠‌ why I’m asking.‌⁠ If you didn’t‌​ want to, I was planning to⁠ go alone.”

“You’re‌​ still as stubborn⁠ and straightforward as​⁠ ever.”

“A‍​ man must act​‌‍ like one. If‍ I’m going to‌⁠ die, I’ll at‌‍ least leave a scratch on Fermush’s‌‍ face. That’ll be‍‍ enough to rattle⁠⁠‌ him, and that’ll​‍ help Heavenly Sword⁠‍‍ when he faces​ him.”

Even⁠‍ though Changseong had‍‌⁠ his back turned,​ the Swordmaster could⁠‌⁠ tell he was‌‍‌ smiling.

“Look‍​‌ at you, still⁠ trying to impress‌​‍ Kang Geom-Ma even⁠ to the end.”‌‌⁠

The​‌⁠ Swordmaster bumped him⁠​ on the back‌ with his head.​‍⁠ A smile crossed‍⁠⁠ his face.

“Damn‍‌ bastard.”

It’s​⁠ not that Mura‍‍⁠ suddenly seemed endearing.‍⁠ That impulsive, selective⁠‌ type wasn’t charming‌⁠ in the least.⁠​⁠ But as a companion on the⁠ road to the​ afterlife, he wasn’t‌⁠‍ bad at all.‌ At least he⁠‍ wouldn’t be bored.‍‍‌

Just​‌​ as the two‍‍​ were about to​‍⁠ resume their advance,‍⁠ something happened.

Swoosh!‍

The‌‍ dust storm that​‌ had blanketed everything⁠⁠​ began to settle‌ slowly. Visibility gradually⁠​​ improved.

However,‌​ both their eyes​​‌ were so dry‌⁠‌ they could barely‌​‍ open them. Their⁠ cracked lips were‍‌​ beginning to bleed.⁠​‍

They‌​​ felt their entire⁠‍ bodies drying out.​

“It‍⁠ was worth coming⁠‍​ to the human‍ world.”

It⁠⁠ was the voice‍‍⁠ of the Fourth⁠ Corps Commander, Fermush.​

“I⁠‍ never imagined I’d‌ find such magnificent‌ ingredients waiting for‌⁠ me.”

Her⁠ voice, dry as​‌‍ a desert, chanted‌‍⁠ a spell.

「Earthshift.」​⁠‍

In‍ that instant, the⁠‍ Swordmaster and Changseong‍ saw the world‌​ tremble before their‍​ eyes.

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