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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 288: Decisive Battle (4)

Chapter 288: Decisive Battle (4)

Leon⁠⁠ stared straight ahead,‌ gripping Balmung tightly.​⁠​ Hair black as​⁠‍ spilled ink, eyes⁠‌‍ just as dark.‌‌

He‌⁠⁠ was like a curtain of shadow,⁠ hiding the faintest​⁠ glimpse of what​‍‌ lay behind.

Kang⁠⁠ Geom-Ma, you and​​‍ I were destined‌ for this.’

The⁠​ first time he⁠‍⁠ met Kang Geom-Ma‍ was when they‍ were placed in⁠ the same group​‍ for the midterm⁠‍ exams during the⁠​ first semester.

After‌⁠ spending time with‍ him, Leon knew.‌​‍

‘The​‍​ entity that resides‍‌⁠ within Kang Geom-Ma.’‍⁠

It‍‌‌ was, inevitably, the⁠⁠⁠ being Leon had‌‍​ to face.

And‍ at the same‍‌​ time, it was​​​ an abomination so⁠ immense it could‌‌ erase all existence.⁠‍

It​‌​ was neither good‍‌ nor evil. If​ it had to⁠‌ be described in‌ words, it was⁠ a phenomenon born​‍⁠ from taking technique​⁠‍ to its limit.⁠

It​‍ was the pinnacle​‍ of the sword.‌ Assigning values like​⁠‍ good or evil​​ to that idea‌‍‍ was meaningless.

‘Just⁠⁠‌ a year ago,‌​ he didn’t seem⁠ aware of it‌‌‍ yet.’

But​⁠ for a growing‌ teenager, a year‍‍⁠ was a long‌‍ time.

In​​ that time, Kang‍‌‌ Geom-Ma had neared​⁠ the divine.

Leon‌ had also grown⁠​ tremendously, yet he‌ still couldn’t compare.⁠‌‍

In​ fact, it felt‍​‍ like he’d fallen‌ behind.

And⁠​ the worst part​ was that Kang‍‌ Geom-Ma, even in⁠​‌ that very moment,⁠ was still knocking⁠​ on the door‌‍ of something beyond.‍

‘Just‌ one step more.’​

Just‌‍‍ one step away​⁠ from truly reaching‌ divinity. Could he⁠ really get there?⁠

Leon⁠‍‌ didn’t know. Even‌​⁠ for him, the⁠‍ Hero, that was⁠‌​ a realm shrouded‌​ in mystery.

Deep⁠⁠ down, Leon hoped‍ he would reach‌‌‌ it.

Because‍‌‍ only then would⁠ everything he had⁠​ done make sense.⁠

Because⁠‌ only then could‌ he avenge his‌‍‍ father, Metatron.

Because‌ only then could‌‌ he be free.​

‘That’s⁠ why I’m willing‌⁠‍ to do anything,‍‍⁠ accept any sacrifice.’‌⁠

As​‍⁠ part of that‌ resolve, he killed​⁠ Kojima, the Absolute‌ Archer.

‘It‍⁠​ had to be​⁠ done.’

The‍ bitterness in his​‌​ mouth numbed his⁠ tongue.

‘Kojima​ deserved to die.’‍​

Even⁠ as he said​‌ it, he knew‍‌⁠ it was a flimsy excuse.

In​​ his final moment,⁠‍‍ Kojima had put​‌ others before himself.​

He,‌ who had always​ acted only for‍‍ his own benefit.‌

In​‌‍ truth, Leon hadn’t‌​ only targeted Kojima.‌ His attack was‍​ clearly indiscriminate.

‘There’s‍ no turning back‌‌ now.’

He​⁠ could only look​⁠⁠ forward. Looking back‍⁠ meant death.

That​​ was what it⁠​ meant to face⁠ the Demon King.​

‘…At‌ this point, I don’t even know‌ who the hero⁠⁠ is and who⁠ the demon king​ is anymore.’

The‌⁠ line had been‌‍‌ crossed. There was‌ no return.

That’s‌ why he had‌​ to let go⁠​ of any lingering⁠⁠‍ remorse.

With⁠⁠‌ everything he had.‌​‌ In the literal​⁠⁠ sense, launching himself‍⁠​ to kill.

‘I’ll​ compensate for the​ difference in power,​⁠‍ no matter the​ means or method.’⁠​

Leon​​​ condensed air beneath⁠‌​ his boots.

Kuarne’s‍‍ magic. A Hero‍‌ had made a pact with a Corps Commander.

A total contradiction.

But‍​‌ he’d already said‌​ it—he was willing‍ to do anything‌​ for his goal.‌‍

Even‍​​ give up his‌ own identity.

BOOM!‍

His‌⁠ step caused a blast.

An⁠ explosive leap. A trajectory as straight​ as one drawn‌​‌ with a ruler.‍

No​‍ maneuvers, just direct‌‍ attack. That was​‌ what made it⁠ powerful.

The‌‍ sashimi moved.

A nearly imperceptible gesture‌⁠ that would have​ gone unnoticed without‍‌ focus.

Leon‌‌ twisted his body‍ back instantly.

He​‍ bore all his‍​‍ weight with his​​ knees and the‍ backs of his⁠​ legs.

Slash↔⁠

A sword slash grazed​ his nose.

A lock of his⁠‍ bangs was cut,‍​ disintegrated in midair,​​​ and scattered into⁠ particles.

Leon⁠⁠‍ spun fully around.⁠

Before‌ he could even‍‌ roll on the⁠‌⁠ ground, Kang Geom-Ma’s⁠ shoulder was already‌⁠ moving again.

Slash↓‍​

A downward slash.

The​‌‍ mark on the‌⁠ ground easily spanned‌​ over 100 meters.‍‌

The‌⁠ corpses of demons‍‍ blocking the path⁠ were shredded in⁠ all directions.

Just‍‍ barely—

Leon⁠‌ slid across the⁠‍ ground, scraping with‍ his fingers.

He​ lost two fingernails​ and felt a searing pain at‌⁠​ the tips.

‘But‌ I kept my​ balance.’

That‌​⁠ was enough. Leon⁠ crouched, chest pressed⁠⁠‌ to his left‌​‍ knee. His right​‌ leg stretched firmly⁠​​ behind.

Even‍ his breath was‍​ directed into his​​ lower body.

From‌​ his core, dragon⁠ power and wind-attributed​‍‍ magic converged in‌⁠‌ his legs.

He‌ exploded forward. The‌ boom was louder‍​ than before.

His‍‍​ speed now far‌⁠‍ surpassed his earlier‌‌ charge. A supersonic⁠‍‍ rush.

The​‍ Hero launched himself‍​ at the Demon⁠‍‍ King.

This​​⁠ time, Kang Geom-Ma​⁠ assumed a different‌‌​ stance.

He‍ held the sashimi‌​⁠ in reverse grip.‍

The⁠‍​ anomaly caused Leon’s​‍​ pupils to narrow‍‌ like needles.

‘He’s​ going to face⁠ it head-on?’

If⁠​ it was a contest of strength,​​ Leon wouldn’t lose.​​ He was Metatron’s​‌ son.

His⁠​⁠ father had annihilated​‌ Grigori’s group of‌​​ fallen angels with‌​ sheer brute force.‍⁠⁠

And‍ recently, Leon had‍‍‌ awakened that power.‍ Kuarne had helped⁠ him.

Not⁠ out of familial​‌⁠ affection, but because‌​ their goals aligned.‌

The‌​⁠ reason didn’t matter.​‌

Leon​‌ closed the gap‍‍‌ with confident strides‌‌‍ and swung Balmung⁠‌ in a diagonal⁠⁠​ cut.

The⁠‌‌ air grew more‍‌‍ violent.

He‍‍‍ intended to fake⁠ him out with⁠‍‍ an aura-cloaked feint,‍ then follow up‌‍ with a thrust.‍

Kang‌⁠⁠ Geom-Ma took the‌ hit directly. A gash opened on‍‍⁠ his torso, spraying‌⁠ blood.

Leon’s‌ narrowed eyes widened.‌‌​

When‍​ the distance closed​ from thirty to⁠​⁠ ten steps, Kang​ Geom-Ma’s wound vanished.‍‌‍

[True‌ Regeneration Blessing has‌​ activated.]

Wounds‌ caused by aura​​ are said to​‍‌ be incurable.

That’s⁠​‌ why such a blessing is so​‍​ coveted among swordsmen.‌‍‌

But‌⁠‌ Kang Geom-Ma healed​​​ anyway.

There​ was no time‍ to be surprised.⁠

The‌ sashimi and Balmung⁠‍ clashed.

From‍‌ the impact of‍ both blades, an‌‌‌ explosion of light‌ erupted.

In‍‍‌ a world completely​ bleached of color,‍ the traces of‌‌ Kang Geom-Ma and​​ Leon were drawn⁠ as pure, formless‍⁠⁠ lines, barely perceptible.⁠​

In​ that moment, the‍⁠‍ world lost its‍ three-dimensionality.

The⁠⁠​ third dimension vanished,⁠‌ and points and‌⁠⁠ lines formed shapes‌ and paths on‌ a blank canvas.‌‍

The​‌⁠ battle between them​‌ had transcended the​ limits of dimension.​

The​ real battle had‍‌​ begun.

In‍ most exchanges, Leon​ was the one⁠ attacking relentlessly, while⁠​ Kang Geom-Ma deflected⁠ everything with ease.⁠

Occasionally,‍‌ Kang Geom-Ma’s counters​​‌ opened wounds on‍ Leon’s arms and‌ legs.

Each​​ strike from the‌‌⁠ sashimi resonated. Within​​ them was a level of understanding⁠​ that Leon dared⁠​⁠ not measure.

He‍‍ couldn’t let fear⁠⁠​ defeat him. He‍ was a Hero​‍ because he had​‍⁠ the necessary courage.‍

Even‍​ if his soul​‍‍ was tainted, his‍​‌ essence hadn’t changed.‍‍

Leon​ pushed his strength​‌‌ and speed to‍​ the limit. He‍ strained his body,⁠‌⁠ his mind, and⁠‍​ his life force.​⁠⁠ He even released​ the seals he‍​​ had placed on​‌​ himself.

A voice, like an⁠‌ agonized scream, whispered​‍‌ near his ear.‌

— More.

He​‌ responded to the‌⁠‌ sashimi with his‌‌‌ sword. His muscles⁠​ refused to obey‍ his brain.

His‍ body moved before⁠⁠ his thoughts formed.​

— More.

His‌‌‌ reason flew, and‌‌​ instinct took control.​ What seemed like​⁠ a one-sided fight⁠ began to look‍‌​ balanced.

— More.

His⁠ movements no longer⁠⁠ aligned with the‌ world’s perception.

Observers​‌‌ could only see‌​ images from two‌ or three seconds​ before.

‘Maybe.’⁠​

Leon‌​⁠ was surprised by⁠​ himself.

The‌​‌ gap he once‍ thought insurmountable seemed​​ to be slowly⁠⁠​ closing.

But‍ he didn’t get‌‌ excited. As long⁠‌ as his body​​ functioned, nothing else‌‌ mattered.

Balmung‍⁠ moved with a single purpose. All‍ that mattered was‍ landing one more​​​ strike.

Balmung​‍ wove a net‌⁠ of aura threads.‌ Each of those‌⁠⁠ threads could be‍ a lethal blow,​ but Leon launched⁠‍‍ them without restraint.‌

Rather‌ than think about‌ where to strike,​‍ he preferred to​ unleash another slash.​

A brutal fighting style‍ that squeezed out⁠​​ all his stamina​ and energy.

That​​ was the true‍⁠‌ art of combat.‌

But⁠⁠ reaching that truth‌⁠ was beyond human‌​ capacity.

— More.

Impurities​​‍ layered inside his⁠‌ body. He knew⁠‌ exactly what they​ were.

The​​ remnants of the‌ gods, those entities‌‌ he so despised.​‌​

The⁠ more he fought,‌​⁠ the more the⁠⁠‌ divine claws dominated​ every corner of‌‌⁠ his body.

His‌⁠ breathing turned ragged.‌‌⁠ His muscles moved⁠ on their own.⁠

But‌⁠ Leon clung to​‌‌ his willpower.

A superhuman will kept‍ him conscious.

‘Not‍⁠ yet.’

Leon‍‌ opened his eyes⁠ wide.

His​‍‍ gaze gleamed with⁠ ferocious intensity.

The‌⁠ vessels in his⁠ eyes burst as‌ if strangling his‍ own pupils.

The‍ sashimi was fast‌ and heavy. Not⁠⁠⁠ a single strike​​‍ could be taken‌​‍ lightly.

The‍​ pressure of the‌‌ aura didn’t block⁠‌‌ it—it turned to​‍⁠ dust.

Despite‍‌​ using all his⁠‌‌ techniques to resist,‍⁠ Kang Geom-Ma’s understanding‍ of the sword⁠ was on another​ level.

Even‍ without the power‌​‌ of the Demon​​ King, he was‍ already elite. The⁠⁠‍ sword was his⁠‌ natural calling.

For‍​ the first time‌⁠ in the entire​‍​ fight, Leon dared‍ to look directly‍‍⁠ into his eyes‌​ and immediately flinched.⁠‌

Kang​⁠ Geom-Ma’s eyes were‍⁠ vacant and dark.‍

His⁠ body moved like‍‌ a machine, but‌‌ his gaze was​​ indifferent.

‘It‍‍⁠ can’t be… Is⁠ he holding back?’‌⁠

A tiny thought, like‍⁠ a speck of‍ dust. An opening.‌‍

In‍‍ that moment, the‍‌ sashimi, which had⁠‍ been moving without​ urgency, accelerated.

Slash!​‍

The‌⁠ electricity-charged blade pierced⁠ his left shoulder.​

It‍ was just a stab, but his​​‌ entire arm burned.‌‌ The sensation was​ like lightning surging⁠‍‍ through his body.​

“…Kugh!”​

Saliva‍ sprayed out with⁠ Leon’s groan. Kang⁠ Geom-Ma slashed diagonally‍ with the sashimi.⁠

Crack—⁠​

The‍​‍ blade cut through‍ his collarbone and‍‍‌ ribs. The tip‍‍ pierced his lung‍‍‌ and entrails.

Leon‍‌‍ extended his hand​​ and pushed Kang‍ Geom-Ma away.

From‌‍​ the sashimi flew​ bone splinters and⁠‍ pink tissue.

BOOOOM!‌

An‌‍⁠ explosion separated them.⁠​ The distance stretched⁠​​ to 200 meters.⁠

Kang‍‍‌ Geom-Ma spun in‍​​ the air like‍‌‌ a swallow before⁠ landing softly on‌​‌ the ground.

Leon,​ in contrast, tumbled‌‍‌ like a worn⁠ rag.

Face​ down, he could‍​‌ only gasp. Magic‌ and divine power⁠‌⁠ sealed his wounds,‌‍ but the regeneration‌‌‌ was slow.

With‌⁠ effort, he lifted‌‍ his gaze.

Kuarne​⁠ was descending between⁠ him and Kang‍⁠‌ Geom-Ma, as light‌‍ as a feather.​⁠

A moment of silence.‍​​

Kuarne‍‌‌ looked at Leon⁠⁠‌ with dry eyes,​ then turned to‍‍​ Kang Geom-Ma.

“Looks‌‌ like my nephew‍​⁠ still isn’t ready.‌⁠ Mind if I replace him?”

“No.”‍‍‌

Kang‌​ Geom-Ma was slowly⁠ twirling Murasame.

The⁠ blade expelled impurities‌⁠ as if burping.⁠‌⁠

“You​‍‌ two come together.‌​ I don’t have‌ time to waste.”‌​

He‌ rubbed his eyelid⁠‍ as he spoke.⁠​ Though his expression‌⁠‌ was calm, his‌ body was at​ its limit.

The‍​‍ Blessing of Insensitivity‌‌‍ to Pain had‌⁠‌ already exceeded its⁠⁠ limit.

The‍ boost from “Weapon‍⁠‌ Class Category” helped​​ him hold out‌⁠‌ a bit longer,‍‌ but it wouldn’t‍‌‍ last.

At‌ this rate, not​ only his body⁠ but also his​​​ mind would break.‍‌

“Aren’t‍‍ you pushing yourself​⁠ too hard?”

Kuarne‍ smiled gently. It‌ wasn’t mockery—it was​‍⁠ sincere concern.

Kang‍ Geom-Ma gave a short laugh.

“Worried​‌⁠ about the enemy,​⁠‍ you idiot?”

Meanwhile,‌​ Leon staggered to‌ his feet. Pale⁠​‌ skin, purple lips.‌​ He looked like⁠⁠ a walking corpse.​‍​

And‌‌ still, the impressive‍ part was that‌‌‍ he could still⁠⁠ stand. Even with​​‍ his guts spilling‌ from an open‌‍ wound.

“Leave‍‍‌ him to me,‌‌‌ for the sake​ of our plan.”⁠‍

Kuarne‍ sighed and spoke⁠​⁠ to Leon.

“Nephew,⁠ you can’t die‌​ yet—‘not yet.’”

“……”⁠⁠

Leon‍ twisted his pale‌ lips. But ultimately,‍‌⁠ he stepped back.‍‍⁠ He used his‌ sword as a crutch and retreated​⁠ to focus on‍‍ healing.

“Well,‌‍ it’s finally you‍ and me. Shall⁠​⁠ we start having‌⁠‌ fun?”

Kuarne‍‌‌ rubbed his palms⁠​ like a kid‍ excited at an‍ amusement park. Kang⁠ Geom-Ma looked away‌‌ from that annoying‌ face.

In​‌‍ the sky, where​​​ thunder once roared,​ now hung a crimson sun like⁠ at dawn.

He​‍ looked at the‍ sacred lightning and‍ recalled the sensation‍‍⁠ from a moment‌ ago.

During‍⁠ his duel with⁠ Leon, he had​ felt a strange⁠⁠ release. That’s why‍​⁠ he took the‌⁠ time to reciprocate.⁠​‌

For​⁠ affection? No way.⁠​ He wasn’t that‌​⁠ soft. He cuts​ down enemies regardless‍‌‌ of reasons.

Anyway—‍​‌

That‍​‍ experience just now⁠‍‍ wasn’t his as⁠​‌ a person but⁠⁠​ a sensation passed⁠‍​ on by the‌​ God of the‍‌ Sword.

That‌‍​ battle was the‍‌⁠ catalyst that allowed‍‌ him to glimpse​ what lies beyond.‌

‘The​​‌ enemy of the‌​ God of the‌‍ Sword—the false gods.’‍‍

While​‍ other animals kept​ their heads down‍⁠ searching for food,‍‌⁠ humanity raised its​‌‌ eyes to the‍ sky and drew​‍‌ constellations.

The‍ curiosity of ancient‌​ humanity carried through‍⁠⁠ the ages medieval,‌⁠⁠ modern, and beyond.​​

Thus,⁠‌ the kings of​‌​ creation left the⁠​ closed Earth and‍ stepped onto the⁠ Moon.

Don’t⁠‍ stop at fantasy.​⁠⁠

Surpass‍⁠‍ yourself—more than yesterday.‌⁠

To​‌​ transcend the unreachable,⁠⁠⁠ free the limits​⁠‌ of space-time.

Expand‌​​ your perception.

And‍ in the end,‌ when all of‍​ that accumulates.

[You​ have awakened the‌‍​ Blessing of the‍⁠​ God of the‌‍ Sword.]

Humanity‍​‌ evolves.

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