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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 284: The Hero

Chapter 284: The Hero

In‌‍⁠ remote regions where‌ signal barely reached,⁠ a blimp with‌‍ a massive screen‌‌‍ crossed the skies,‌⁠⁠ broadcasting the face‌ of Heavenly Sword.⁠⁠⁠

It‌ was the handiwork⁠‌ of Victor Poison,​‌ president of the​‍⁠ Association. Thanks to‍ it, the entire‌‌ world could watch⁠ Heavenly Sword’s speech​ live.

Even‌ satellite-manipulated signals reached⁠⁠‍ a place where​‍‌ they normally never‍​⁠ would: the Demon‍ Realm, Gehenna.

[Let⁠​ upon us… fall‍⁠ the blessing of‍‍ the gods.]

“……”‌‌

Leon⁠​ turned off his‍ phone’s screen. Reflected‍‍​ in the black⁠​‍ glass was his‍‍‌ own distorted face—like‌ that of an⁠ enraged demon—staring back​‌ at him. Seeing​​​ that image, a wave of revulsion‌‌ surged within him.​‌

Crunch.​‌​

His​‍ veins bulged red‍ as he gripped‌ the phone until‍ it warped. Then‍‌ he hurled the‌‍ mangled chunk of‍ metal like a spear. It shot⁠ off like a meteor and disappeared‌ into Gehenna’s horizon.‌ His strength, from‌‍ grip to throw,‍​‍ was overwhelming.

“Looks‍⁠​ like someone’s in‌​ a bad mood,​‍ Hero.”

The‍‌ voice came from‌‍ Herya, who had⁠‍​ appeared beside him‌⁠⁠ like a ghost.⁠​‌ Leon shot her​ a death glare⁠⁠⁠ and turned his‌​ back. He didn’t‌​​ want to talk⁠ to anyone.

“I’m⁠ not in a great mood either​​‌ today.”

Herya‍​‌ rubbed her temples​ and sighed. It⁠​‌ wasn’t something she⁠​‌ usually did, but⁠⁠ it came out⁠‍ naturally, like a habit. All because‍​​ of Kang Geom-Ma.‌‌‌

‘Your⁠ face.’

That‍ phrase still echoed⁠‌ near her ears,​‌ like a buzz‍‌ underwater. Herya pressed​ her lips tight.‍ She was feeling‍⁠ something she rarely​‍‌ did—annoyance.

“Calm⁠ down, Herya. It‍‌​ doesn’t matter. Lord‍‌‌ Kuarne will deal​​ with him anyway.”⁠

“No.”⁠​

Leon‍⁠​ reacted to Herya’s​‌⁠ murmur. He turned‍⁠ his head a third of the‍​‍ way, his eyes​‌ glinting coldly.

“I’ll‍ be the one‌‍ to deal with‍ Kang Geom-Ma. That’s‍​ the reason I’m​ here with you.”⁠‍​

“That…⁠⁠​ well…”

Herya⁠‍ hesitated a moment⁠​​ before replying.

“With‍ all due respect,‌​‍ he’s not someone⁠⁠​ you can take‌‌ on alone, Hero.‍⁠ It’s not that‍‌ I underestimate your​ power, but with‍ the war beginning‌​ tomorrow, it’s important⁠​‌ to have an​​​ objective understanding of‌‌​ oneself.”

Leon​⁠ was strong. Since​‌‍ returning to the‍ Demon Realm and⁠⁠​ accepting the power​‍ of Balmung, his‍⁠⁠ strength had grown​​ by the day.⁠ But it still‍​‍ wasn’t enough to‍‍⁠ reach Kang Geom-Ma.‍ As rude as‍‌ that brat was,​​ his presence alone‍​‍ was overwhelming. Now‌ she understood why‌⁠​ Lord Kuarne had‍ been watching him‌‍‌ for so long.‌

“Hero,​‍ you are not​ on Kang Geom-Ma’s​​ level.”

That’s‌ why Herya decided​ to say what⁠‌ she truly thought.‌ It wasn’t to⁠⁠⁠ vent. Really, it‌‍‌ wasn’t.

“……”​

Leon​​⁠ didn’t reply. He​⁠‌ simply glanced at‌​ her. The air⁠ between them turned‌‍ heavy and quiet.​

It‌ was just then​​⁠ that Leon placed⁠ a hand on⁠‌ the hilt of⁠ Balmung. Around him,‌ a gentle light​ began to spread⁠‌‍ like mist, forming‍ a brilliant white​‌ shroud.

Flash.⁠‍​

A white space appeared⁠⁠⁠ suddenly. It felt‌​​ like midday, but‍ with stardust floating‍​‍ in the air,‍ it also evoked​ the night. The​​‍ sky, the ground,⁠‌​ the structures—everything became‌‍‍ abstract, like a piece of modern‌ art that wasn’t‌‍​ meant to be‌‍ understood.

The⁠​ stars glowing in‌‍‌ the white sky‌ began to take⁠‍​ shape. Not just⁠⁠⁠ one, but two,‌‌ three, four—they multiplied‍‌ endlessly, until the‍ count lost all⁠‍ meaning. Herya saw⁠‌​ them all reflected‌‍ in her translucent‌ pupils.

“Those…‌‌​ they’re…”

Herya⁠‌⁠ felt a chill‍ in her bones.​​ She understood by​ instinct. That infinite,​‌‌ singular being watching‍⁠‌ from above was—‌‍

“A⁠⁠​ god.”

As‌ she uttered the‌‍ words, the scenery‌​ returned to normal.‌ Herya quickly looked‌‌‍ at Leon.

“Hero,‌‌‍ you…”

But‌‍‍ Leon didn’t want⁠ to hear the‌⁠‌ rest. He turned​⁠‌ away again.

Herya​‌​ watched him in‌ silence, then let⁠⁠‍ out a short‌ laugh.

Destiny⁠ was already sealed.⁠‍ Catastrophe—that is the​​‌ fate of mortals.‍‍​

***⁠

“Leon.”‍

It⁠ was a day⁠ before he began‌ to mature.

“The‌‌​ day you were​​‍ born, half the‍‌ world smiled with⁠ you.”

That’s​⁠ what his father‌ said as he⁠ gently patted his‍‍ head. Embarrassed, Leon​ softly pulled away‌‌ from the gesture.‍ As he brushed​​​ back his messy​​‌ blond hair, he‌‍​ asked:

“If⁠‌ half the world​‌ smiled… does that​ mean the other‍ half didn’t?”

His⁠⁠ father smiled. Or‍ at least, it‍ seemed that way.‌ In truth, Leon‍ had never clearly‍⁠ seen his father’s‍‍ face. It was​ always covered in‌ shadow, as if​​‍ the light was‍​ behind him.

“Son,⁠‍ nothing in this​‍ world has only‍⁠‍ one side. When⁠​‍ one side laughs,⁠ the other cries.‍ When some are⁠⁠ full, others go​ hungry.”

Leon‌ replied, eyes wide‍‌ and curious.

“Can’t‍‌‍ everyone be happy?‌ Why should only‌⁠ one side benefit?”⁠​

“Mmm.”‌

His‍‌‌ father murmured, stroking​ his chin, seemingly‍ searching for gentle‌‌ words. Leon noticed,​‍‍ but pretended not‌‌⁠ to. He just​‍​ wanted to spend‌‌ more time with‌ him—his father only‍‍​ visited once a year.

Once,‍ he had asked⁠ why they couldn’t‌ be together every‍⁠ day. His father​⁠‌ had dodged the​‌ question awkwardly.

Leon‌​⁠ didn’t press. He‍​ assumed there must‌⁠ be a good‍‌ reason—maybe his father​ was out protecting‌⁠​ the world. That’s⁠ what he believed.‌‌‍

He⁠ believed in his‌⁠‌ father. If he​‌‌ couldn’t trust the‌⁠ brightest man in‍⁠‍ the world, what​⁠‍ else was there?‍‌‌

“A‌ world where everyone⁠‌ is happy… with⁠ my limited imagination,‌ I can’t picture⁠⁠‌ it, Leon.”

After⁠ a while, his‍ father smiled again.​ Then he added:‍⁠

“But⁠‌‌ if anyone can‌‌ make it real,​‌ it’s you.”

“Me?‌‌ How can I do something even‌‍ you couldn’t?”

Little​ Leon pouted. He‌‍ was upset. He​ didn’t like his⁠ father putting him‍‍‍ above himself. He‍‍ couldn’t accept the‌​ idea that the​⁠ person he admired‍ most would diminish‍‌ himself.

“Precisely‍‍‌ because you’re you.”‍‌⁠

Still,⁠‌⁠ his father spoke‍⁠​ with unwavering conviction.⁠‍

“Leon,‌ you can. You’re⁠ the son of‍‍ your mother and‍‍ me. You can​⁠ make the whole⁠​ world happy.”

“……”‌

His⁠ father knelt to‌ his level. Leon‌ inhaled softly, biting‌​ his lower lip.⁠⁠‌

“I​​ believe in you.”‌⁠

With‍ that, his father‍ vanished once again⁠‍‌ for another year.​‍ Leon was left‍‌ alone once more​‌ in the dark​⁠ cave.

His⁠ father had told​‍ him his mother​‍ died giving birth​ to him and​​ had returned to‌ the gods. Since‌‍‍ he had no‍‌ memory of her,​ he didn’t feel‌‌​ particular grief.

For‌ him, his father​​ was enough. When‍⁠​ he felt deeply⁠⁠ lonely, he would‌‌ just repeat his‌ father’s words—that someday,‌ once everything was⁠​ over, they’d live⁠‍ together. He longed​‍ for that day.​⁠

When⁠‌ that same day⁠⁠ came again the⁠ next year, it‍ was finally time​​‍ to reunite. Leon‍ was excited since⁠‌​ morning. He prepared‌‍ a simple meal⁠​ to welcome him.‍ For something made​ by imitating books,⁠‍ it wasn’t bad.​⁠⁠

Then,‌ an explosion rang⁠ outside the cave.​‍ Leon lived in⁠⁠ a cavern within⁠⁠⁠ the Demon Realm,⁠‍​ Gehenna. Slaughter among‍⁠ demons was common,​​‍ so it didn’t‍⁠ surprise him at⁠‌‍ first.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh!”​‍

But‍​‌ the scream that‍ followed froze him.‌ It was his⁠ father’s voice. In​‌ that moment, Leon’s‌‌ senses awakened. His⁠​ perception sharpened, and⁠‌ the whole scene​​ played vividly in​‌​ his mind. For‍ a moment, his​ heroic potential blossomed.‌‌

Bang!‌⁠

Leon‌‌ burst through the​‌‌ cave door and​​ ran out. Dust‌ kicked up behind‌ his heels. His⁠​⁠ steps were fast‌ and firm—unbelievably so​​​ for a ten-year-old.⁠

He‍⁠⁠ reached the source​⁠ of the scream,‍‍‌ breathless. Desperately, he​‌ searched the ground⁠ for his father.​⁠ Nothing. Though panic⁠‍ gripped him, his​ senses had never​⁠ been sharper.

He​⁠ closed his eyes.‌‌‍ Then opened them.​ An instinctive act.​⁠ For a moment,‌ he shed his‍‍⁠ humanity and released⁠‌ his divinity. His‌ brilliant blue eyes⁠‌‌ opened wide and​​ looked up.

“……!”‍⁠‌

A black sun. At‍⁠‍ its center, hanging⁠ like a crucified‍‌ puppet, was his‌​ father. Of his​⁠ 36 wings, 34‍ had been torn⁠‍​ off. Those severed⁠ wings floated behind‌​‍ him, spinning in⁠ circles as if‍‍​ alive.

It‌‍‍ was a horrifying​​ sight. His father,‌ Metatron, had been​‍‍ executed like a criminal.

“Dad!”​​

Hearing⁠‍‍ his son’s voice,⁠‍​ Metatron slowly raised‌‌⁠ his head. Leon’s​‌ eyes widened. Torn​ eyelids, skin laced​⁠‍ with bloody scars,⁠‍ flesh devoured to‌⁠ reveal organs and‍‍ bone—it was the‍ first time he​​ saw his father’s‍ face without shadow.⁠

“D-dad…”‌

His‌ lips trembled. Still,​​ his subconscious was‍‌​ processing everything. He‍‌ analyzed the surroundings​ and grasped the‍⁠ situation.

His​‍ father was being‍‍ judged. Only one‍⁠‌ kind of being⁠‍ could punish Metatron—a‌‍ god.

“…Son…”‍​

His​ father rasped. White,​⁠⁠ viscous blood dripped⁠ from his cracked‍ lips.

“Run…‍‌‌ get out of​​ here.”

Craaaack!‌‍

Another‌⁠‍ wing was ripped⁠‌ off. Metatron coughed‍ blood and groaned.​‌​ At that moment,‌ Leon’s patience snapped.​

He‍ lowered his body,‍​ ready to leap.⁠​​ His thighs tensed.‌⁠ He no longer⁠‌‌ thought rationally—only emotionally.​‌​

But‍‍‍ then—

BOOM!‌‍

The⁠ air beside him​‌ distorted, and an⁠​ explosion blasted him‌‍⁠ backward. He was‍⁠⁠ flung far, beyond​ the nearby forest.​‍‌ Despite being so​‍‌ small, he shot‌ through the air‍​​ like an arrow.‌​​

Thud.​ Thud. Thud. Leon​⁠‌ bounced off several‌​​ trees before crashing⁠‍⁠ into a large⁠‌​ rock. He peeled⁠​‌ off it like​​ a sticker with‍​⁠ no adhesive.

“Ugh…”‌​​

Clawing‌​​ at the ground,​‍ he tried to​‌⁠ stand. His legs⁠ burned as if⁠‍ on fire. The‌​‌ bone in his‍‍ left leg had‍ broken through the‍⁠ skin like a nail. He couldn’t​‍‌ even walk.

Leon​⁠‌ collapsed. Overcome by‍‌‍ helplessness. That scene‍ had been too​⁠ cruel for a ten-year-old. But what​​‍ hurt most was—​‌

‘It​ was all my‌​ fault.’

The‍⁠‌ immortals punished the‌​ mediator for becoming‍‌ distracted. His father‍‌​ ended up like‌ a dog boiled⁠‌​ alive. Everything was⁠​ lost—no mercy, no‍​ forgiveness.

Step,⁠‌‌ step.

Footsteps‍‌​ rustled through the‍‌ underbrush. This was‍ the Demon Realm,‍​ land of demons​ and beasts. An​‍ encounter was inevitable.‍⁠

Leon​‌⁠ felt his blood‌‍ run cold, his‍​ vision dimming. His‌‍ eyes lost all⁠⁠‍ light. He was​‌‌ ready to die.‌‍​

“Are​​‍ you alright?”

From⁠⁠‌ the bushes emerged‌⁠ a man, dressed‍‍‍ head to toe⁠‍​ in white, with​‌ a beautiful face.​ He looked completely⁠ out of place​ in this hostile‍‍​ land.

“Your⁠ father requested I save his son.‌‌ That’s why I had to throw‍ you like that.”⁠‍

He‍‌⁠ snapped his fingers,‍‌ and as if​‌ by magic, Leon’s‍ wounds began to​ heal. Even so,‍⁠⁠ Leon stared at​ him warily, like⁠‌ a cornered animal.‌‌

“Well,‍ well…”

The​‌ man gave a gentle smile. Then,‍​‍ without forcing conversation,‌‌⁠ simply turned and‌‌ walked away.

“…Who​ are you?”

“The‌‌​ enemy of your‌⁠ enemy.”

The‌‍‍ man replied, slowly‍ turning his head.‌‌

“In‍ other words, a temporary ally.”

Thus‌ began the first​⁠​ meeting between the⁠ hero… and the‍‌​ Second Corps Commander.‌‍

***‌​‍

Leon‌ opened his eyes.‍⁠ The scenery shifted⁠ from past to​​‌ present.

In​⁠ both, the black‌‌ sun continued to⁠‌ burn fiercely above‍ Gehenna’s sky, as‍ if trying to⁠⁠ incinerate it.

“Father.”⁠‍​

Leon​ bowed his head.​ The Demon King’s‍⁠ army, pouring out⁠ like a torrent,‍​⁠ parted like the​​ Red Sea to‌ form a path.‌​ At the end‍‌​ of it, Kuarne‍‌‌ approached in even‍‌ strides.

“The​‍ moment has finally‍‍ come.”

Kuarne​‌​ smiled benignly. Though‌​ of the same⁠ race as his‌ father, they were‌ opposites in every‌‍‍ way. Metatron, even‍ blood-soaked, still shone​ with splendor. This⁠⁠⁠ man, though spotless‍⁠‌ on the outside,​ reeked of rot‍‍ within.

‘…Aren’t‌⁠ I the same?’‌⁠​

Leon⁠ bowed his head‌‍‌ even lower. He⁠‌ no longer had‍ the face to⁠‌‍ look up to​⁠​ the sky.

‘A‍ world where everyone‌‍ could be happy.’⁠​​

He​ had turned his⁠‌​ back on his​​‍ father’s dream. Instead​​‍ of universal happiness,‌ he chose vengeance.‍​​

Not⁠‍ everyone can be‌ happy, Father.

He​ had come too‍ far to turn‌ back now. One‌⁠ foot already dangled​ over the edge‌‍‌ of the abyss.‍​

“Seems⁠‍‍ my nephew is‌⁠‍ lost in thought,‍ right before the​ big event.”

Kuarne​‌ shrugged and stood‍‌ at the center⁠ of the legion.‌‍ He looked around‍⁠ expressionlessly and joined⁠⁠ his hands in‍ a seal.

Whooom—‌‌

A slight vibration spread.‍ The ground beneath‌ their feet lit‍‌‌ up and sank.⁠ In the next​ instant, everyone felt​ like they were‌ floating. In fact,‍‌ they were suspended‍​ in mid-air.

「Sinkhole.」⁠​

Beyond‍​‍ the massive hole​ that opened lay⁠ a different landscape​‌⁠ from the Demon​ Realm—one Leon knew‍ well: Joaquin Academy.⁠‌‌

“Drain⁠ humanity of everything‍‌ and strip them⁠​⁠ of what’s theirs.”‌

As‍ Kuarne issued his‍ divine order, gravity⁠ returned, and the‍​ demon army plummeted‌​‍ in droves. As⁠​​ they fell, they​ cast elemental magic—water,⁠⁠​ fire, earth. Like​ wolves finding prey,‌ they licked their​ lips, bared their‌‍ fangs, and let​‍‌ out grotesque cries.⁠⁠ Only bat wings​‌‍ were missing—they were​⁠​ practically demons in‌ every sense.

“Damn‍‍ it.”

…From​​⁠ the sky’s gaping​‌‍ hole, a black​ army rained down.‌‍ Kang Geom-Ma, already⁠ prepared for a counter, wasn’t particularly⁠⁠​ surprised. He was‍‍ more baffled by⁠​⁠ the ridiculous showmanship.‌‌

Still,‍ since they’d made‍‍ the first move,​⁠‍ it was time‍​ to return the​‌​ favor with a proper welcome.

“Until⁠ I cut them​⁠⁠ down.”

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February‍⁠ 7, 2035, Solar⁠ Calendar.

The‌ beginning of the‍ Second Great Human-Demon​⁠ War.

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