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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 261: Blessing (4)

Chapter 261: Blessing (4)

“Knox.”‍

When‍⁠​ I called out​ to him, Knox​​ barely turned his⁠‌ head while remaining​‌ crouched on the‌ windowsill. With the​​ black mask covering⁠ up to the​​⁠ bridge of his⁠‌ nose, he replied.​

“Yes,‌‌ Heavenly Sword.”

His​ voice sounded altered​ right away. Apparently,⁠ voice distortion was‍⁠⁠ one of the⁠‌ functions of that​ black outfit that​ made him look⁠‍‌ like a thief.‍

‘Could⁠ that also be‍ a type of⁠ weapon?’

I scratched my forehead‍‌⁠ and asked.

“You‍‌‍ said earlier that​​​ there’s no humanity‍‌ left in you.‍‌ That’s a result‍ of the training‍ assassins from Auditore​ receive, right?”

“Yes.”​

Knox​‍‍ nodded even with‌⁠⁠ the mask on.‌ I asked another‌ question.

“Don’t⁠ you think that’s‌ unfair?”

“What‍ do you mean?”‍⁠‍

Knox‍ tilted his head,⁠ confused. I ran‍‌‍ my hand through‌‍‌ my hair.

‘Ah,‍‌ damn. I shouldn’t​⁠ have said anything.’⁠​​

In‍⁠⁠ all my lives,‌‍‌ I’d never opened‍⁠​ up to someone‍ before. I felt⁠‍ awkward, out of‌‍⁠ place. Plus, digging‍⁠ into someone’s personal‍ past made me‌‌‍ hesitate.

But⁠⁠‍ since I’d already​⁠ spoken, I had‌⁠ to see it⁠‌⁠ through. Once you‍​​ draw your sword,​​ you should at‌‍ least slice a radish, as any⁠⁠ good swordsman knows.⁠

“If⁠‍​ you hadn’t been​ born an assassin,‌ you could be⁠​ making friends, living‍​ like a regular‌​​ guy your age.​‌‌ Dating someone, I don’t know… Doesn’t‌‍‍ it seem unfair​‌ not to be⁠ able to do⁠ any of that?”⁠​

“Hmm.”⁠

Knox⁠⁠‌ crossed his arms‍‌‌ for a moment⁠​ in the same‌ posture, then responded.⁠

“Since​​ you’re asking seriously,‌‌ I’ll answer honestly.‍⁠‌ Sometimes, I’m curious⁠ about what guys‍ my age think.”​

He‌​‍ looked up and‌ stared straight into⁠‌​ my eyes.

“But⁠ I don’t feel‌⁠ envy, nor do​ I think my⁠ situation is unfair.”‍​‌

“Why‍‌⁠ not?”

“To‍‍ do my job‌‍ well, feelings are​‌‌ an obstacle. Even​ if the target​ were someone close‍‍ to me, I must stab without‌⁠ hesitation. To achieve‌ that, in Auditore,‍‍ we train all‍‍ our lives to‌‌ strip away emotion.​‌ It’s all for⁠ humanity, to leave⁠‌‍ a better present‌​‌ for future generations.”‍

At‍ that moment, I saw it. A faint spark lit‍‌​ in his eyes,‌ which until now‍ had only reflected‌ the sharpness of‍ blood.

“That​⁠ gives me pride.‍​ So even if⁠⁠ I lack emotion,​⁠ I don’t feel‍⁠ less human. On‌⁠ the contrary, I believe this state‌‍⁠ is the most​ optimal for me.”​⁠

In‌‍ short, his pride⁠‍ as an assassin‍⁠​ had replaced the⁠⁠ absence of emotions.⁠⁠ That’s why he‍​ felt neither sorrow⁠‌⁠ nor regret.

‘Pride.’‍

I repeated the word⁠​ in my mind‌ and couldn’t help​​ but smile. It​​‌ was for that‍ same pride that,​ in my previous​ life, I never‍‍ let go of⁠ the sashimi knife,‌​ no matter what.⁠⁠

Come​ to think of‍‍ it, my past​ life was also⁠​⁠ a constant sacrifice,​‌‍ just like his.​

No​‍‍ friends, no free‌​ time, no partner‌‌​ or marriage. Everything‍‌​ that defines a normal human life,‌⁠⁠ I set aside​​ and lived only‌‍ for sashimi, ever​ since I was​‍‌ seventeen.

And⁠‌ yet, I swear​‌‌ by the god‍‌‍ of sashimi, I never felt unhappy.⁠‍‌ Every day that⁠⁠ I improved brought​‌ me satisfaction, drawing​​ me deeper into‍ the art of‍ slicing.

I wanted to be‍ the best. That‍​ desire, over time,​ turned into pride⁠ and etched itself​​‍ into my heart.⁠​

The‌‍‍ achievement that comes​‌⁠ in exchange for​ giving up ordinary⁠​⁠ things is both⁠⁠ sweet and immense.​‌

‘The​​‌ best knife in‍​ the country.’

A nobody who used​‍ to wander the‌ streets ended up​ being called that.‌‌​ If I had‍‍ enjoyed everything else,⁠‍ I never would’ve⁠ reached that level.​

“Heavenly​‌ Sword…?”

Since​​ I wasn’t saying‍‍​ anything, Knox looked‌ at me cautiously.‌‍ He took off​ his mask and⁠ stepped down from‍‍ the windowsill.

‘They‌⁠ say a superior’s‌⁠‍ silence is torture​‍‌ for a subordinate.’​‍

Seeing​⁠‍ him swallow hard,​​‌ I looked at​‍ him with a slight smile.

“Thanks.‍​‌ Talking to you‌‌‍ made me feel‌⁠ like something inside​ was released.”

Maybe​ it was too‌​​ sudden a phrase.​ His red eyes⁠​​ widened twice as​​ much.

“…I’m​​‌ glad I could⁠‌ help.”

Knox‌‌ didn’t ask further.‍⁠⁠ Even if he‌⁠ didn’t understand what​​ I meant, it⁠​ was enough for⁠⁠ him to see‍​ that the Heavenly​ Sword’s face had​​ softened.

Thinking⁠‍ that, he put‌ his mask back​​‍ on and walked‍​ again toward the‍ windowsill.

“Heavenly⁠⁠ Sword.”

He⁠ stood with his‌‌​ back to me,⁠‌ hesitating a moment⁠‌​ before speaking.

“I​ thank you as⁠ well. For risking‌ your life to‍ face humanity’s great‌ evils. And also…”⁠

For⁠‍ giving me the​‌⁠ chance to work‍ at a sushi⁠ restaurant, and above⁠​ all, for teaching‍​⁠ my sister what​‍ it means to⁠‌‍ be human.

Knox‍‌‍ swallowed the words‌ that had already‍ reached his throat.‌​​

“Auditore‌‍ will support Heavenly‍‌⁠ Sword with body‌ and soul.”

Instead,‍‌‍ he voiced another⁠‌​ sincere sentiment and‌⁠ leapt gracefully from​⁠ the windowsill. In​‍ an instant, the​ assassin melded with​​ the night’s darkness‌ and vanished completely.⁠‍

I stared in the​​​ direction he had⁠‍ gone. I heard⁠ some dry branches‌ crunch in the⁠ distance. Maybe he‌​​ was leaping from⁠‌​ branch to branch.⁠

“…I‌‍‍ appreciate it, but‌ could you at‍​ least close the‍ window?”

Shaking‍‌‌ my head, I closed it. I figured I should​ reinforce the latch​ with two or‌ three extra layers.⁠⁠⁠

***​‌

A December day, gripped​​ by a cold‌⁠ wave.

Despite‍⁠⁠ the freezing winter,⁠​ Joaquin Academy buzzed‍ with activity thanks‌ to its cadets.​⁠​ Across every corner⁠‌ of campus, bright‌​ multicolored lights adorned⁠‌ the youthful scenes.⁠​

The‍​ Festival of the‍‌ Seven.

The​‌⁠ grandest event marking‌‌⁠ the year’s end.‌‍‌ It was like​ Christmas on Earth.⁠⁠ They only changed‍​‌ the name, but‍​ it was still‍‌​ very much a Christmas celebration.

In‌ the dressing room.⁠

“Oh,​ Heavenly Sword! It‌​‌ fits you perfectttt!”‍‌

The​ stylist, precise and​⁠​ efficient in appearance,‍‌​ licked her lips‌ in admiration. Her⁠ crimson red lipstick‍​‍ made her enthusiasm‍​‌ even more vivid.​‍

“Your⁠​ height and proportions⁠ bring out the‌‌ suit perfectly! And​‌‍ since you’re slim,‍ it looks even‌​​ better on you!”​⁠‍

“…”‌

While‌ her words went‍ in one ear​‌​ and out the‍‌ other, I stared⁠⁠ at the full-length‌⁠‌ mirror in front​⁠‌ of me.

There‍‍‍ I was, blank-faced,​‌ wearing a tuxedo.​ The bow tie⁠⁠ around my neck⁠‌ felt like a noose strangling me.‌‍

Maybe​⁠‍ that’s why my‍⁠ face looked so‍‍‌ flushed, as if‍​​ blood had stopped​‌⁠ circulating. Honestly, it⁠ was sheer embarrassment.​‍‍

“I’m​‍⁠ fine with the‍​‌ tuxedo, but can’t‌ it be a normal tie?”

“No​ way.”

A firm reply. The​ stylist pushed up‌ her glasses haughtily.‍‌⁠

“You‍ are the most‌‌​ influential hero today,⁠‌​ Heavenly Sword. You‍⁠‌ must maintain composure‌ and dignity.”

“What‍‍ does that have‌​ to do with⁠ a bowtie?”

“Each‍ occasion demands appropriate‍ attire.”

As‌‍‍ she adjusted the​ tie, she retorted,​⁠​

“A‍‍​ regular tie is‍ for the office.⁠ At a formal‍‍ event like this⁠ year-end celebration, a bowtie is mandatory.‍‌ Many distinguished guests‍ will be present!​ What impression would‌ it give if‌​‍ you, the Heavenly⁠​ Sword, were improperly‌ dressed? You’d be​ a laughingstock!”

“It’s⁠⁠​ not like I care.”

“Well,​ I do. I,⁠ Han Hye-Shin, will‌‌ never let a client as valuable‍ as you become⁠‍⁠ a joke. Never.”⁠

“…Fine.​‍‍ But loosen it​ a little. If‌ I suffocate, that’ll‌⁠‍ be a reason​​ to laugh too.”​

“Oh,⁠⁠​ sorry! It’s just​​‍ been so long​​⁠ since I dressed​‌ someone with such‌‌⁠ a perfect figure.”​

Letting⁠‍‌ out an emotional⁠​​ sigh, she stepped​‍ back to admire⁠‌‍ me. I, resigned,⁠⁠ sighed again and‍ again.

Creak.⁠

Just​‌ then, Director Media​ and her sister‌⁠​ Meain entered the‌ dressing room. The‍‌ twins wore matching‌ dresses in inverse​​ colors—white for the​ younger, black for‌ the elder. Like‍‌ in Go, black‍ goes first.

“Are‌​ you ready?”

It​ was the stylist‌‌ who replied.

“Yes,‍‌​ Director.”

Media⁠‌‌ approached with firm​‌ steps and looked‍ me over from⁠⁠ head to toe.⁠⁠⁠ Meain, a step​⁠‌ behind, joined her⁠ side.

‘Please,​⁠ someone say this‌⁠ bowtie doesn’t fit!’‌‍‍

Deep​ down, I hoped⁠‌‌ at least one​⁠⁠ of them would​ say it while‍ scanning me.

But​ that hope vanished⁠​ with Media’s words.​‌

“Wow,‍⁠ our Heavenly Sword‍‍ looks amazing dressed‍⁠​ like that!”

Both​‌​ gave a thumbs‌‌ up to the​ stylist.

“Great‌‌​ job, Miss Hye-Shin.​⁠ You can tell⁠​ the difference with​⁠‍ an S-tier stylist⁠‌ used to working‍‌‍ with celebrities.”

Meain⁠​‌ added.

“That‌ bowtie—excellent choice.”

“Thank​⁠‌ you very much.”‍​​

The‌ stylist replied with‍ a modest smile.‍ Amid the cheerful‍​⁠ gossip of the​‍​ three women, I was the only⁠ one left stranded,‍​ like a piece‌ of furniture.

‘Yeah.‍‍‌ Perfect. Just standing‍‌​ here like I’m⁠​ part of the‌ décor.’

Surrounded​⁠​ by that well-synced​⁠ camaraderie, I felt⁠⁠‍ a small sting‍​ of exclusion.

Clicking​⁠ my tongue and‌ licking my lips,⁠​‌ I suddenly remembered‌​ something I had​‍‌ to say.

“Director,‌⁠‌ a moment.”

As‌‌‍ I interrupted, the⁠‍ gazes turned to⁠ me. Since I’d‍‌ broken the mood,‌‌​ I continued.

“I‌ need to speak​ with you privately.”​⁠

“Oh,‍ yes.”

With‌ an awkward expression,⁠‌ she nodded.

“Then,⁠‍ I’ll step out‌​​ to prepare Heavenly‌‍ Sword’s makeup. Please‍‍ speak freely.”

Sensing‌‌‌ the tension, the​⁠​ stylist bowed and‌‌‍ left without further‌​‌ words. A true‌‍ professional—she immediately knew⁠‍⁠ she was no‌ longer needed.

Clearly,​‍ she had sharp⁠⁠​ intuition from working⁠ with stars.

“Shall‌ I step out‍ as well?”

Meain​‌ smiled as she⁠ spoke. I shook‍ my head.

“I’d⁠‍ prefer you hear​ it too.”

“Understood.​‌​ But just a second.”

Meain‍ approached the door,⁠ shut it firmly,⁠‌‌ and muttered something‌⁠ in a low‌‌​ voice.

“I‍ cast a silence⁠ spell so no‍⁠⁠ sound escapes.”

Media‌​ made a strange​⁠ gesture and explained‍‌ to me,

“I​​ mentioned it before,‌ remember? My sister⁠​‍ wandered the Demon⁠‍‍ Territory for decades.”​​

“Yes.”​

“During​‍⁠ that time, she‌​ developed a special​‍‌ condition. Her body‍‌ accumulated a minimal‌‌‍ amount of magical‍‌ energy, so she‌⁠ can use simple​‍⁠ spells.”

“Ah…”⁠‍

“I‍​ don’t like using​‍ these terms, but…​ in a way,​​​ my sister isn’t‍⁠‌ very different from​⁠​ a villain. Though⁠‍ there’s a huge‌ difference between her⁠​⁠ and those who‍ can’t use blessings.”‌⁠‍

Though​⁠⁠ I didn’t show⁠ it, her words​‌​ were shocking. Blessings⁠ and magic are‌‍​ naturally opposed. They​​ can never coexist⁠‌ in the same⁠‍⁠ vessel. That’s a fundamental principle. But​ what Media said⁠ went against that​ principle.

‘Then…‍‍ Meain can use‍ both blessings and​‌⁠ basic magic?’

I glanced sideways at​​ her dark cotton⁠‌‌ dress.

Meain​​ Poison.

‘I​‌⁠ knew she was‌ full of secrets.’​​‌

But‍‌​ she’s like an​​ onion—peel off one⁠ layer, and there’s​‌ always another.

Media​​ continued calmly about⁠⁠ her sister.

“But‌⁠⁠ she’s convinced she’s​​‌ been blessed. Says⁠‍‌ she’s the only⁠⁠ person capable of‍ using both a blessing and magic.”⁠​

“Don’t‌‍​ say it like‌ that!”

Meain‌⁠ interrupted with a mischievous smile. Media​ snorted and teased‍‍ her.

“We‌⁠‍ were badmouthing you,‌​ sister, with the​​ Heavenly Sword.”

“I‌ heard everything, you‌ know?”

Meain⁠​ glared at her​⁠​ sister before turning‌‌⁠ to me. Her​ eyes sparkled playfully.⁠​

“If‍‌⁠ you want, I can teach you.‍‍ It’s not professional,⁠​ but I can​ cast simple spells.”⁠‍‌

“No​‍​ need. I don’t‍⁠‌ have mana anyway,⁠ even if I learned, I couldn’t‌​‌ use it.”

“True,‌ hehe. Anyway, what​‌ was that serious​⁠ thing you wanted‍​⁠ to say?”

It‌‌ had only been⁠ a day since‌ Knox gave me⁠‌⁠ his report, so⁠‌​ I hadn’t had​ a chance to​⁠ tell them.

Also,⁠‍ the Poison twins‍ had been swamped‍‍​ with preparations for‍‍​ the Festival of‍ the Seven, so‍ neither had had‍ any free time.​‍‍ That’s why I hadn’t been able‌‌‍ to inform them​‌ about the villain⁠‌​ infiltration.

‘I’ve‍​⁠ already planned out‍ a security measure⁠​ anyway.’

If​ I spoke too​⁠⁠ early, I might⁠‌‍ blow my cover‌​‌ and let the‌​‍ villains scatter like‍⁠ cockroaches.

‘All‌⁠ things considered, and‌‌‌ with only an​⁠​ hour left until⁠⁠⁠ the ball, this​ is the best​​⁠ time.’

Even⁠ so, I’d already​⁠‍ taken precautions. I personally selected heroes​⁠ from the Association’s​ staff to act⁠‍ as guards, with‌ express orders to‍‍ prioritize student safety.⁠‍

Media,​ as another of‍ the Seven Stars,‌ had delegated part​ of the Academy’s‌ management to me.‍ Since she’d been‍ so busy, I’d​⁠​ been handling the‍​​ arrangements on my⁠‍​ own for some‌ time.

The⁠‌‍ only regret was‌‌‍ that, after the‌ conflict on Hawaii⁠ Island, a large⁠⁠⁠ part of our⁠⁠​ forces had been​‌‍ lost, so the​ available personnel was​ limited.

But​⁠ if I, the‌‌ Director, and the‌ Senior were together,‍⁠‍ there was nothing‌‍‍ we couldn’t handle.‍

‘As⁠⁠​ long as it’s‍ not someone on‌⁠ the level of⁠​​ a Corps Commander.’‍‌⁠

So,‍⁠‌ this was more​ of a routine‌ report. At the‌‌‌ end of the⁠⁠‌ day, Media was⁠​​ still the Academy’s‌ director and needed​​ to be informed.⁠⁠‌

Just‌​‍ as I took‌‌​ a deep breath‌‌ to speak—

Bang,‍ bang, bang!

Someone​‌ banged on the‌ dressing room door‌‍⁠ forcefully. All three⁠​‌ of us flinched‌‌​ in unison and⁠‍⁠ turned our gaze.⁠

“H-Heavenly‍​ Sword! Miss Media,‌ Miss Meain!”

It‍​ was the stylist​‍‍ from before. She‌ was shouting desperately​‌‍ on the other​‌⁠ side. Since the‍‌‍ door was locked,‍‍​ she couldn’t get‍⁠ in.

“E-E-enemies!‌ They’ve shown up—!”⁠

Bang!​

A sharp sound cut‌⁠ her off before‌ she could finish.⁠​

“……”⁠⁠‍

The‌‍‌ door, which had‌‍ been shaking violently,​⁠​ fell into utter‍ silence. Only a trickle of blood​ began to seep⁠‍​ in beneath it,​ sliding into the⁠‍​ dressing room.

Bang!‍‌‌

Without​‌⁠ even coordinating, the⁠‍ three of us‌‌‍ lunged forward, kicking​ off the stone‌‌‌ floor at the​‌ same time.

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