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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 264: The Terror Live (3)

Chapter 264: The Terror Live (3)

I am a peaceful​‍⁠ person.

Even​ when the parasites⁠‌ of society invited‌‍ me to join⁠ forces in the​​ underworld, or when‍ a rude customer‍⁠ spat phlegm onto‍‌‌ my dish right‍ in front of‌​​ me, I tried​‍‌ to handle it‍‌ calmly.

“……”​

I tried.

But‍ when someone crosses‍‌‌ the line, when​⁠‌ someone is simply⁠​​ vile, I can’t⁠​⁠ tolerate it.

I want to follow​‌ the boss’s example​ and resolve things⁠​‌ through words, but​ speaking the same​‍⁠ language doesn’t mean⁠ we understand each‍ other.

There‌ are types who⁠‍ reject dialogue—usually the‌⁠ ones closest to‌​​ crime.

Just‍‌ a moment ago,‍‍ too.

They⁠​ were blocking the​ hallway to the‌‌‌ ballroom, so I asked them to‌ move. But when​⁠ they drew their‌ weapons, their answer​⁠‌ was clear.

I thought about leaving​ a few alive⁠ for questioning, but⁠ I gave up‌⁠‌ on that. Killing‍​⁠ is easier than‍​​ forgiving. In a situation where anything‍​ could be happening‍‌ in the ballroom,​⁠​ I had no⁠​ time to waste.‍‌​

So‌ I killed them⁠‍‍ all.

I’m‍ not sure how​ many there were.​‍

I stopped counting after‌ thirty.

My⁠ upper lip was‌‍ trembling.

The‍⁠ metallic stench of‍​⁠ blood was almost⁠ unbearable.

Only​ then did I slowly turn around.​‍

The‌‌​ mix of blood,‌​ brains, and fat​ had turned the​‌​ floor into a mess.

I looked at it‌ and thought I feel absolutely nothing.‌​‌ And that’s what‍​‍ scares me.

Even‍⁠‍ if they were‌‌ enemies, was it‌‌‍ really okay to‍ kill them so‍⁠‍ relentlessly? Saying I have a short‌‌ temper and no​ time—isn’t that just‌⁠‍ an excuse? Am‌​⁠ I just trying‌‌ to justify myself,⁠‌ convince myself that⁠ I’m not someone⁠⁠​ driven by darkness‍‍ or impulse?

With⁠ those thoughts, I turned my head⁠ again. The massive‌ ballroom doors loomed​‌​ in front of‌‍ my eyes. Gasping‌⁠ and occasional screams‌‍⁠ could be heard.⁠​​

‘Now‌ that I think​‍ about it, Karon‍‌ and Shail said⁠‌‍ they came to‌‌‌ protect Abel.’

I trust their abilities.​‍⁠ Even compared to‍‍ other heroes at⁠ their level, they’re​⁠ exceptional. They’ve likely⁠ prevented the worst.‍

“…I‌‌​ hope I don’t‍‍​ have to kill​ anyone else today.”⁠‌

And⁠​ I meant it.‌ My hands were⁠‍ already soaked in⁠ blood. Even if​‌‌ it wasn’t how​ I truly felt,‌ I wanted to​ believe it.

Creak.‌

I opened the door.‌‍‍ And at that‍‌⁠ instant, all the⁠⁠‍ terrorists turned to‍ look at me‌ in unison. Beneath‌‌⁠ their masks, pale⁠‍‌ faces were visible.⁠

For‌​⁠ a moment, a black shadow swept‍​​ through my soul.‌⁠ Like a sudden‍‍ storm, only a murderous impulse swirled⁠ in my mind.‍

My‌​ heart pounded. I felt like a fighting dog about‌​ to be unleashed.‌‍⁠ But the rage‌⁠ rising in my⁠‍‍ throat didn’t come⁠‌‍ out. All thanks⁠ to the butterfly-shaped‌‌ bowtie choking my​‌⁠ neck.

I smiled.

Thanks‌​‌ to not having‌‌‍ taken off this‌⁠‌ tie, I was‍⁠ still human. At‍ least, that’s what‍ I like to‍‌‍ believe.

“I’ll‌​‌ leave one alive.”​

Since⁠ I was at‍ it, I decided⁠⁠‌ to show a little mercy.

“Just​‌ one.”

Enough‍‌⁠ not to be​‌‍ seen as a fool.

***‌‍

Only⁠‌​ two terrorists remained.‌‍⁠ Both were among⁠​ the most skilled​ in their organization.​

“That’s⁠⁠‌ enough.”

When​‌ they began to⁠ wrestle, baring their‌⁠ teeth at each‍ other, Kang Geom-Ma​⁠ cut them off.​‍‍

“If‍‌‍ you keep that​‍​ up, I’ll kill⁠⁠ you both. Drop‍‌‌ your weapons now.”​

They​‍​ read the room‍ and complied. In‍ the next instant,​⁠​ as if rehearsed,‍⁠ they prostrated flat‌​ on the floor.‍

“Thank⁠‌​ you for sparing‌ us.”

No​⁠ response came. Kang⁠‌ Geom-Ma dragged a fallen chair over,​‌ placed it before​ them, and sat‌ down.

Looking‍⁠ down on them,‌ he spoke.

“If‌ your answers don’t‍ match, one of⁠⁠⁠ you dies. Understood?”​​

In‌ other words, he‌ was going to‌ cross-check their stories.‌​⁠ The terrorists swallowed‌ hard.

“Yes.”​‍

“Understood.”​⁠‌

They‍‍ turned to glare‍​‍ at each other⁠‍ murderously. Even their‍ first response didn’t⁠ match.

Kang‌‍ Geom-Ma sighed wearily.‍ Behind him, Karon,⁠ Shail, Abel, and‍ Ryozo had gathered.⁠​​

He​ looked over his​‌‌ shoulder.

All‌​ had minor wounds,‍ nothing serious.

A relief.

“Been⁠ a while. First‍​ time since you‍‍ became one of⁠⁠ the Seven Stars.”‌

“Right.​​‍ Karon, Shail… I said I’d stop⁠⁠ by Switzerland, but‍‌‌ I kept putting​ it off.”

“Just⁠‌‌ remembering us is⁠​‌ enough, don’t worry.”‌​

Kang⁠⁠ Geom-Ma gave a brief smile.

“I’m​​‍ the one who‍ should be grateful.‍​ If not for⁠‌‍ you two, the⁠ damage would’ve been‍‌ much worse.”

After‌⁠⁠ that brief greeting,​ he looked away.‍​ Courtesies could wait.​‍​

First,‌ he had to‍‍‌ deal with the​‍ two sharing the⁠‍⁠ same fate.

“Take​ off those masks.‍‍​ They irritate me‍⁠ just by looking‌‌ at them.”

“Yes,‌⁠⁠ sir.”

They‌ untied their masks.​‌​ Their faces were‌ shockingly ordinary. Nothing‌‌⁠ that said “terrorist.”‍‌ The more normal,‌​ the better for‌‌ infiltration.

“Name.”​⁠‌

““Ah,⁠ I’m…””

“On‌‌​ second thought, never‌ mind. Why would‍⁠ I want the​‌‍ names of criminals?​​ The one on‍‌‌ the left is‌‍⁠ Prisoner 1, the​ one on the​‌‍ right, Prisoner 2.​‌ Don’t get confused.⁠‍ When I call,⁠‌‍ answer fast.”

““……””⁠‍

“Answer.”‍

““Yes.””​

Kang‍ Geom-Ma reclined comfortably⁠ in his chair.​‌ The prisoners couldn’t‌‍ breathe.

“What​‍ was the goal‌​ of infiltrating the‌⁠‍ academy?”

“We​⁠​ received orders from‌​‍ above.”

Prisoner⁠ 1 responded instantly.‌

“To‍⁠ take over the​‍⁠ ballroom at the‌‌‌ start of the‌‍ dance.”

“And​ this ‘above’—was it‌ the Villain Union?‍ They were already​‍⁠ destroyed by Auditore.”​‌​

“That’s‍ true. But since‍ their fall, we’ve‌‌ had direct contact‍⁠⁠ from the Demon‍‌⁠ Kingdom.”

“From‌⁠‌ whom?”

“That…‍‌‍ we don’t know…”‌

“Then‍ that’s it. If‍‍ you don’t know‍ who gave the⁠​ order, you don’t‌‍ know the real‌ purpose of infiltrating‌ the academy, do​ you?”

““…No.””⁠⁠⁠

“Right.​ I doubt grunts⁠‌ like you were​​‍ told everything.”

“We‍ don’t know the‌​ details, but… the‍ codename of the⁠ plan was ‘The​ Lion.’”

Prisoner‍ 1 added hesitantly.‍‌

“The‌⁠⁠ Lion, huh?”

Kang​‌‌ Geom-Ma stroked his‍‌ chin, thoughtful, and​ asked again.

“Why‍‍ take the ballroom?”⁠

“Well…”​⁠​

“To‌​ take hostages.”

Prisoner​ 1 hesitated. Prisoner​ 2, on the‌ other hand, raised⁠ his hand.

“They‌‍ thought Kang Geom-Ma​‍ was unstoppable by‌​⁠ force. So the‌​ plan was to‍ take students hostage.‌​‌ That was the⁠‌ mission of the​ squad in the‍‍ ballroom.”

He‍⁠ said, rubbing his‌ hands nervously. Kang‍​‍ Geom-Ma frowned.

“You⁠⁠ say ‘hostages’ with‍​ some enthusiasm, Prisoner‌‌ 2.”

“S-sorry!”‌‍

“No‌‍‌ need to apologize.‌​⁠ I’m not disappointed.⁠​⁠ I never had‌ expectations of you‍⁠‍ to begin with.”⁠​

“……”​

“Rehabilitation?⁠​ Remorse? Don’t make⁠⁠ me laugh. If‌⁠⁠ people leaving prison​‍⁠ reformed, it wouldn’t‍ be news. Most⁠ reoffend within three​‍ years.”

Prisoner‍ 2’s face twisted.​​‍ Kang Geom-Ma continued‌‍ indifferently.

“Then⁠⁠​ they say things‌‍ like, ‘I couldn’t⁠​‌ find a job,’‌​⁠ ‘society didn’t accept‌ me,’ ‘I was​ denied a second​ chance.’ Lies. Excuses.‍‌​ You were trash⁠ from the start.⁠ Even when society​‌‌ extends a hand,⁠ you spit on​ it.”

“…I’ve⁠ committed an unforgivable⁠⁠​ sin.”

“See?​‍​ And you still‍​ say crap like,​​‌ ‘we just wanted​ hostages’? Aren’t you‌‌ ashamed to gamble​‌ with the lives​⁠⁠ of underage students,⁠ you bastard?”

Kang⁠ Geom-Ma stood up.‍​ Then he leaned‍ in, placing both‌‍ hands on the⁠ prisoners’ shoulders.

“You⁠ know what I’m​‍​ like, right?”

“We​​ were told you’re​⁠ very strict.”

Prisoner‌‍⁠ 2 answered cautiously.‍‍‌

“Strict?​ Please. You should’ve‍ heard I’m insane.”‍

It⁠ was true. Prisoner​‍⁠ 2 didn’t know⁠‍‍ how to reply.⁠‍⁠ He could only‍​ listen to the⁠​ younger man.

“Friends.”‍‍

Both​‍ turned pale. Kang‍​ Geom-Ma removed his‍ hands from their​ shoulders and patted‌​‌ their necks.

“On‍‌⁠ the way here,⁠⁠ I killed everyone⁠‌​ who tried to‌⁠⁠ stop me. I could’ve spared them,‌ but I didn’t.‌​ Then I told⁠⁠ myself they deserved⁠‍‌ it, to avoid​ guilt. Do I regret it? No.​⁠‌ And that’s the‍ problem.”

He⁠⁠ said bitterly.

“Until‌ now, I tried⁠ to deny I was crazy. But‍‌ not anymore. I admit it. My⁠⁠ hands don’t shake​​ when I kill,‌⁠ not even criminals.‌‍‍ I won’t change,​ but if I at least acknowledge​‍‍ the problem, I can be careful.​​⁠ That’s why I said I’d let‌ one of you⁠⁠ live. I don’t‌ know if it‌ was the right‍ choice. Maybe I’m⁠ just poisoning society.‍ But even if​ this choice is‌ rotten, I still⁠ wanted to make​⁠‌ it. What do​ you think?”

“If‌‌​ you spare me,​ I swear I’ll‍​ never do something⁠‍​ like this again.⁠ I’ll try not‍​‍ to live in‌⁠‌ a way that⁠ would shame you,‍​ Sir Heavenly Sword.”‍​⁠

Prisoner⁠⁠ 2 cried, his⁠ face twisted with⁠ remorse.

Kang‍ Geom-Ma stared at⁠ him in silence,⁠‌‌ then turned to‌‌⁠ Prisoner 1.

“And​⁠ you, what do⁠​‍ you say?”

“……”‌

After‍⁠ a pause.

“…Honestly,‍‌ I don’t think​‍​ I can.”

His‍‍ answer was different.‍‍

“I​​‍ got here by​ stealing. I don’t⁠ know where to‍‍ start changing. Sometimes​ I think it’s⁠‌​ better to just⁠⁠ die right here.”​

Prisoner​​‌ 2 silently rejoiced.‍⁠ What an idiot,‍‌ turning down his​⁠‍ chance.

“Two‌⁠ people hear the⁠⁠ same thing and‍​⁠ feel differently.”

Kang⁠ Geom-Ma smiled faintly​‌‍ and released Prisoner​‌ 1. But not‌⁠‍ Prisoner 2.

“S-Sir‍‍‌ Heavenly Sword…?”

Ignoring​ his confusion, Kang‌ Geom-Ma looked at‍ Prisoner 1.

“What’s‍‌‍ your name?”

“Lee⁠⁠ Jae-yeon.”

And‍‌​ in that moment,‌‍‌ Prisoner 2 convulsed.⁠‌ The killing intent​ running from the‌ nape of his⁠ neck down froze​‍ his heart. He​​‌ died instantly.

“Jae-yeon.”‌‌‍

Kang‍‌⁠ Geom-Ma stood.

“Yes,‍​ Sir Heavenly Sword.”‌⁠

“Just​‍ because I spared‍⁠ you doesn’t mean‍⁠ society will. Bear‍ your crimes like​‌⁠ scars. And if⁠​​ someday your old‍⁠ organization finds you‌‍ and kills you,‍‌‌ consider it your‍‌ punishment. Only by⁠​‍ living as a sinner will you‍‍ understand why your‌‌⁠ life was a mistake. That’s the‍​‍ duty this academy‍ leaves you.”

Jae-yeon⁠⁠​ parted his lips,⁠ then bowed his⁠ head until it​‌‌ hit the ground.‌⁠

“Please,​​ allow me to⁠ serve you, Sir‍​​ Heavenly Sword.”

“No,‍‌‍ idiot. Criminals have‍ a hard time‌‍‍ finding work. And‌ why would I look after an‍ ugly guy like⁠‌ you? No way.”⁠⁠

“…What​ if I were⁠​ a woman?”

“Still​​​ no. Don’t you‍‌ get it, or​ are you stupid?⁠‌ Go. The more​​ you talk, the⁠‌‌ more I regret⁠​ letting you live.”​

“Yes,‌​ sir.”

Jae-yeon‍‌‌ left in a hurry. Just before⁠⁠‍ leaving, he bowed‍​ deeply.

“My​⁠ apologies to the‌​ companions of the‍ Sir whom I injured.”

That​ was his farewell.⁠ Only then did⁠⁠ Kang Geom-Ma look‍⁠ at the others.⁠‍‍

Everyone⁠⁠ stared at him,‍ stunned. He scratched‌​ his brow awkwardly.‍

“Was⁠‌⁠ it a mistake‍‍‌ to let him‍‌‍ live?”

Karon​‌ broke the silence.​​‌ Then he burst‌‍ into laughter.

“Not‍⁠​ at all. On⁠ the contrary, I admire you even‌⁠ more, Sir Heavenly​ Sword.”

“It’s​​ not that big‍‍ a deal. Anyway,‌ can everyone keep⁠ going?”

“If​‍‌ it’s for you,​ we’ll find strength​‍​ where there is⁠⁠​ none.”

Shail⁠⁠‍ nodded firmly.

“And‍ hearing that has​​ renewed our spirit.”‌‌​

Kang⁠‌ Geom-Ma shrugged at⁠‌‌ their energy, then‌‍‌ inhaled deeply. The⁠‌​ blood-scented air cleared‍ his lungs. He⁠⁠‍ felt free.

Admitting‍ one’s faults is​ the first step‌⁠ toward growth. So​‌ long as one‍‌ only tries to⁠ hide them, there’s⁠ no progress. Civilization​⁠⁠ is born from⁠‍ human shame.

And‍ then, Kang Geom-Ma‍ said.

“We‍​‍ need to find​ Leon.”

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