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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 300: Epilogue (End)

Chapter 300: Epilogue (End)

Sky-blue‌​‌ hair lay sprawled​⁠ over a desk‌​ cluttered with documents.‍‍

In‌⁠ the silent office,​⁠​ the only sound‍ was a calm⁠‌‍ breath, soft as​ that of a sleeping mouse.

Clink.⁠

The⁠ sound of something‍‌ striking woke Ryozo‌ from her deep‍ slumber. As she⁠‍ lifted her head‌ abruptly, the first​ thing she saw⁠ was a field‍​ of pure white.​‌⁠

“……?”‍⁠‍

The‍ confusion lasted only​⁠‍ a moment. Ryozo​‍‌ let out a deep sigh. Her‌⁠‌ breath rustled the‌⁠⁠ paper stuck to​‌‌ her forehead, making‌‌ it flutter. When⁠ she pulled it​‌ off, what appeared​⁠‌ before her eyes‍‌⁠ was a steaming⁠‌ cup of coffee…‌⁠ and a white,​⁠ delicate hand.

“Director…”‌⁠‌

“Oops,‌ did I wake⁠​ you?”

Media‌‌‍ smiled innocently. Ryozo⁠‌⁠ glanced at her‌ sideways with a hint of disdain‌‍⁠ but soon brought​‌ the cup to‍‌ her lips.

“I​‌‍ don’t think it’s‍ appropriate for someone⁠‌ waking another up​​​ with coffee to​ say that.”

“Ha,‌ sorry. But you‌‌ know how things‍⁠‌ are. Just be‍⁠ patient a little​ longer, ‘future’ Director⁠‌ Ryozo Saki.”

Ryozo‌‍ set the cup​⁠‍ down silently, only⁠⁠ rubbing the lipstick‌ mark on the​⁠ rim with her‌‌ thumb.

“I’m‌​ not trying to​‌ wring out my‍ successor, but bear‌ with it until​​ the transition’s complete.‌ The succession ceremony⁠‌​ is soon, right?”​

“Yeah,‍‌ well…”

“Still,‌‌ only you, Ryozo,​‍⁠ could memorize everything⁠ in a month.⁠​‍ I took half‍‌⁠ a year to⁠‍‍ transition.”

“And‍ why, if you​ took half a year, do I have to do⁠‌ it in a month?”

Ryozo⁠⁠‌ responded with a hint of a complaint.

“The​‍‌ smarter you are,⁠‌​ the more your​ body suffers!”

“Isn’t‌‌ it the other‍‌​ way around?”

“Whichever​‌​ I say~”

Media‍ grinned playfully and‌ sank into the‍⁠⁠ sofa. Though its⁠⁠ surface was worn,⁠⁠ the cushioning was‌‍ still comfortable.

‘Just‌​‌ one week left‌‍​ until I sit‍ here no more.’‌‍⁠

Media‍ gazed at the⁠​⁠ quiet ceiling and⁠ closed her eyes.​​‍

‘Seven‌ years since that‍​⁠ day.’

Since​‍ the day humanity⁠‍ and demons wagered‍‌ everything in a war for existence.‌‍‍ Seven years since‌‌‌ the entire world‌⁠‌ could have vanished.‌​

‘I‌​ really thought everything​‌ would collapse.’

The‍⁠‌ memories of that⁠​‍ day flickered beneath​​ her eyelids.

That​ day. There were​​ countless victims.

Not​‌ just among the‌‌‍ heroes who fought,‌ but civilian casualties‍‍ were devastating. Media‍⁠‌ frowned with her⁠​⁠ eyes closed. She‍‍ herself estimated and‍‌ wrote the list⁠⁠⁠ of the dead.‌ Each name she​‍ wrote brought tears‌ and nausea, yet‌‍ she recorded them‍​‌ one by one.‌​

‘And​‌​ not just that.‌​ Joaquin Academy was‍⁠​ nearly destroyed too.’⁠⁠‌

After‌‍ the war, the​ academy was in⁠‌ ruins. Despite spanning​‍⁠ an area as‌ large as a small city, two-thirds⁠‌​ had been literally‍​‌ “erased.” The remaining​‍‍ buildings were in​‌ equally dire condition.‌‍

‘Back‌‌⁠ then, really…’

Just‍‌‌ remembering it tightened‌‌ her throat. She‌⁠ was the director.​⁠ And during her‌ tenure, the academy‌⁠ had nearly vanished.‍ The weight of⁠ guilt pressed on​⁠‍ her shoulders.

‘Everything‌​ was despair.’

Media‌⁠​ smiled bitterly. Then,‌ hearing another clink,‍⁠‍ she opened her‌​ eyes halfway. A sweet aroma tickled‌​ her nose.

“You’re⁠‍‌ the one who​‍​ needs coffee, Director,‌⁠‌ not me.”

Ryozo,‌ who had at‍⁠ some point taken‍‍ the seat across​‌‌ from her, was‍⁠ preparing coffee. She​⁠ added three sugar‌⁠ cubes and stirred‍ with a spoon.‌

“You‌​⁠ like it sweet,⁠⁠‍ don’t you?”

She⁠‍ tested the taste​ with the spoon‍‌‌ before handing her​​‍ the cup. It​ had been a month since she⁠​ started training under‍‍ Media. Counting from‍‍ her days as⁠‌ a student, they’d​‌‌ known each other‌ for eight years.⁠ They shared not​‌‌ only tastes but‌ also family secrets.​‌‌

Media⁠‌⁠ glanced between the‌​ cup and Ryozo’s‌‌⁠ face. When they​​​ first met, she​⁠ was still a naive girl. But⁠‌⁠ now, she was⁠‍‍ a full-grown woman.‌ Even among her​‍ peers, Ryozo stood​ out for her​⁠ maturity.

‘Kojima‌​ died, and she​‍ practically took over​ managing the Saki​‌ clan.’

Kojima,⁠ seemingly foreseeing his‌‍​ death, had left‌​ a prepared will,‌‍ naming his eldest‌​‍ daughter, Saki Hina,‍ as the clan’s​​ successor.

But‍⁠ inheriting the Saki​‍ clan wasn’t like‍​ receiving a noble⁠​​ title. It was‌⁠ akin to bearing‌‍‍ all of Japan.‌​‍ Hina couldn’t handle​‍‍ it alone.

So‍ Ryozo helped her‌​ sister. She was⁠‍​ the one who‍ managed and reviewed​⁠ the administration. No‍ one knew what⁠⁠​ caused the change⁠‍‌ in her. Perhaps​​‌ Kojima’s death had‍ something to do‌ with it. Media⁠​ could only speculate;‍ she never asked.​‌

‘No⁠‌‌ matter how I see it… she’s‌‌ an incredible girl.’‌

Ryozo​⁠ was a recognized⁠ genius, and both​​‌ for the Saki‌⁠ clan and her‍​⁠ homeland, she was‌ a pillar of‌‌ prosperity. After fulfilling‍⁠ her duty, she⁠‍ transferred all authority‍⁠​ to Saki Hina⁠‍ without hesitation. Though‍ she could have⁠​ seized the clan‌‌‌ easily, she never‍‍​ abused her power.‍⁠

Media‍‍ admired that deeply‍‍ and offered Ryozo​⁠​ the position of‍‍​ new director. She​‌ believed Ryozo was‍‍​ the perfect person‍ to rebuild the⁠ Academy and lead⁠​​ a new era.‍‍

Ryozo⁠ refused immediately. She‍⁠​ didn’t want to​‍ be involved in​ such affairs again.‌ She was busy‌‍ preparing for her‍⁠ wedding.

‘She‍‌ really begged me​ a lot.’

Media‌ was persistent. Only​⁠‌ after two days‌ and nights of​ kneeling and apologizing‍‌​ (though she’d already⁠ forgotten about it)‍ did Ryozo agree.‍⁠

Most‌​​ knew how capable‍ she was, so‌⁠‌ opposition was minimal.‍

Some‍ whispered that twenty-five‌⁠‍ was too young‌‌‌ for such a responsibility, but since​​​ “a certain person”⁠⁠ supported her, the​‌‌ complaints melted away​ like snow under​‌‍ the sun.

‘Who‌ would dare oppose‍‌ her if “he”⁠‍ backs her? Just​​‌ meeting her gaze⁠⁠‍ is enough to⁠ wet yourself.’

Media⁠ smiled as she​‌‍ looked into her​ cup. Her reflection​​ shimmered on the​‍⁠ cinnamon-colored liquid.

“Ah,‍⁠ right. So how‍⁠‌ are things with‌ Abel? You two⁠ live under the⁠⁠‍ same roof, right?”‍⁠

At⁠​ the sly question,‍⁠⁠ Ryozo’s eyebrows twitched⁠ slightly. She cleared‌⁠ her throat and​⁠⁠ feigned indifference.

“It’s‌‌‌ a little awkward,‍⁠​ but livable.”

Five‍​‍ years ago, Korea—a‌ country of Eastern​⁠‌ customs—made a bold‍ decision to legalize‌⁠ polygamy. It was⁠​‌ a desperate measure‍ to counter the‍ population decline following​ the war between‌​​ humans and demons.‌‍‌

“Oooh~!⁠ Is this the⁠‌ dignity of the‍ senior wife?!”

Media⁠‌ laughed as she​ brought the cup‌⁠‌ to her lips.‍‍

“If‍​ you keep teasing⁠⁠​ me, I won’t​ accept the directorship.”‍‍

“Sorry.”‍‍

Media‍⁠ bowed her head.‍‌⁠ After a month⁠‍‌ of kneeling, it‍ came naturally now.​​‍ Her forehead shone⁠‍ hard and glossy.‍​

“May​⁠⁠ I ask just⁠‍‍ one more question,​‍⁠ Ryozo?”

Media’s⁠⁠ personality couldn’t abide‍‍ unresolved curiosity. From⁠ Ryozo’s perspective, it​⁠ bordered on sickly⁠⁠ greed.

…But‌ there was no‌‍‍ avoiding it.

“Go​​‌ ahead. But if‍‌ I don’t answer,​‍‍ you’re not letting⁠ me leave, right?”​‌‌

Ryozo⁠‍​ raised her index‍‍ finger in warning.‌⁠

“But‌⁠ just one, got​ it? If you‍​ don’t stick to‍⁠ it, this time​‍‍ it’s really—slash.”

“How‌ could I not​‌ keep my word,‌‍ hehe?”

Media‌‌ downed the rest‍‍‌ of her cup‍ in one gulp.‌⁠ She licked her⁠⁠‍ lips and spoke‌ again.

“Hey,‌​​ so… with two‍ wives, how do‍‍‌ you divide the‌ nights…?”

Ryozo’s‌‌‌ eyes turned cold.‌ Like a sky‍‌‌ shrouded in black⁠⁠​ clouds.

“Odd‍‍ days, me. Even‌⁠​ days, Abel. Satisfied?”⁠⁠‍

Ryozo​‍ stood up abruptly‍​⁠ and left the​‍⁠ office. Bang! The⁠‍‌ sound of the​‌ door slamming was‌‌ thunderous.

“Hmm…”⁠

Media‌ crossed her legs⁠⁠ and pondered. She⁠‍ began calculating whether‍‍ odd or even‍​‌ days were more‍‌‌ frequent that month.‌

‘But‌‌ come to think​​‌ of it… Ryozo​​⁠ and Abel alternate,⁠ but with “her,”‌ it’s every day,​ isn’t it?’

A chill ran down‍⁠‌ her spine. She⁠‌‍ hugged herself with‌⁠⁠ trembling hands. It‍​ was the start‍ of summer. Around‍ that time, sunsets‍‌​ came later, and​​‍ plants kept absorbing⁠ nutrients longer.

***‌

Knock,⁠ knock.

Ryozo’s⁠⁠ quick steps echoed⁠‍​ on the pavement.‌‌ The ground tiles​⁠​ were new—so fresh‍ that not even‌‍‌ a single weed‌‍⁠ had grown between‌‌‌ the seams.

Beep…‌‍‍ Her pocket vibrated.‌⁠ Ryozo pulled out‍‌​ her phone. The​‌ exploration club’s group⁠​ chat was more‍‍ active than usual.​‌‌

“Speedweapon:⁠ Ryozo, you off‍​ work yet? When‌‍⁠ are you coming?⁠ If the meeting⁠ gets ruined because​‌​ of you, you​⁠ gonna take responsibility‌​⁠ or what?”

Speedweapon‍‍ was always the‌‍‌ first to start⁠‍ the chat. He​ worked for the⁠‌‌ Association.

Since⁠‍‌ Victor Poison retired,‍ Changseong had taken⁠⁠‌ over as president,‌​⁠ and Speedweapon was‌​​ working his tail​⁠ off under him.​‍‍

Even⁠‍ so, he still‌​ shone bright—within the​‍ Association, he was‍‌​ considered a rising⁠‍‌ star. His direct⁠‌ superior was the​​ former director Sung.‍‍

[Rachel:​​‍ (Photo drinking beer)]‌

Changseong’s⁠ niece had joined⁠ the Lancelot Company,⁠‌‍ where All Mute​⁠‍ worked.

Rachel​​‍ was more than⁠‌​ satisfied with her‌⁠ job. The company’s‍‍ laid-back environment fit​⁠ her cheerful personality‌ perfectly.

“Senior‍‌ Ha-na: Ay… I’m‍ the only one‌​​ who can’t make‌ it today…… (ㅜ△ㅜ).‍ Eat for me⁠ too~”

She‍ tried to sound‌ like a twenty-something,​‍ but age doesn’t‌‍ lie. Meain Poison,‌ soon-to-be former director‌‍⁠ of the academy,⁠‍ was now in​​ charge of managing​⁠​ the magical zone⁠‌​ Gehenna. No one​‌‌ knew that place⁠​ better than her.​​‌

Plus,​‍‍ Meain secretly helped‌‌ keep Leon and‍ Metatron in hiding.‌⁠ Leon should have‌ been imprisoned, but‍​ because of his​​ final act, he​​​ was allowed exile‍‍⁠ in Gehenna.

That‍ decision was also‍ influenced by “that​‍ person.” A confidential​​‌ matter known to⁠ only a few.‌‌⁠

[Horntail:‍‍ T-This…]

Humanity‌ and the demons‌ had signed an⁠ end to the⁠‌⁠ war. Not a ceasefire—the complete end.‍​ Continuing the bloodshed‌ would only lead​​‍ to mutual annihilation.‌​ But tensions between​⁠ the two sides‍‌⁠ still lingered. If‍ they had been⁠⁠‌ capable of getting‌ along, they would‌​‌ have done so‍‍​ long ago.

[Horntail:⁠⁠ I can’t take⁠‌‍ it anymore!!]

[Speedweapon:‌ (Photo of Horntail‍‌ devouring sashimi)]

[Speedweapon:​⁠ Another lake’s going⁠⁠‍ down for sure‍‌ today.]

A neutral party was‌‍⁠ needed between the​‌‌ two sides, and‍​⁠ the dragons volunteered.‌‍​ They had always‌⁠​ been a neutral​​​ race, not even⁠ involved in the⁠⁠‍ Great Human-Demon War.​‌‌

They​ had the legitimacy‌⁠ to do so.⁠​⁠ Horntail, as ambassador⁠⁠​ for the dragons,​‌ was still living‍‌ at Choi Seol-Ah’s​‍‍ house.

“They’ve‌‌​ gathered quickly.”

Ryozo‍ smiled as she‌ put her phone‌ away. The pink⁠‍‌ light of sunset⁠⁠ bathed the academy,​ blending with the‍‍ main building and⁠​​ the stone pavilion.‍⁠

She⁠‌⁠ glanced to the‌ side. A memorial⁠ stone had the‌‍‍ names of those⁠⁠⁠ who fell in⁠‌ the war engraved.⁠‌⁠ Her eyes lingered‌ for a moment.⁠

[Absolute​‌ Archer, Saki Kojima‌ 1973.02.23 ~ 2035.01.27.]‌

Instead​‍ of using the‌ chrysanthemums prepared for⁠ the altar, she‍​‌ plucked a wildflower⁠ from the lawn‌‌ and laid it‌⁠​ before the gravestone.‍⁠‌

Then,‍‍‍ with a calm‌⁠‍ expression, she continued​ on.

The‌ Korean sushi restaurant‌‍⁠ was lively.

Full‌‌‍ of familiar faces.​‌ The Sword Master,​​⁠ Changseong, Mao Lang,‍​‌ All Mute, and‍​‍ Sung—all had come,‍⁠⁠ except for those⁠‌⁠ with unavoidable duties.‍⁠

“Huh?​ You’re here already?”​‍‌

The⁠​​ first to greet‍ her was Abel,‍⁠ holding a tray⁠⁠⁠ while attending to​​​ the guests.

“Welcome,​⁠⁠ future director.”

The‌​⁠ others chimed in⁠ when they noticed‍‌‌ her. Everyone was⁠ visibly drunk.

Knox​⁠⁠ and Chloe were​ behind the counter,‍⁠​ slicing fish nonstop.‌​ Behind them, a collection of trophies‌‍​ and plaques decorated‌‌ the wall.

The‍ Auditore siblings were​‍‌ renowned chefs, thanks⁠​​ to a good‌‌⁠ teacher.

“And⁠ the kids?”

Ryozo⁠⁠ hung her coat‌ and asked. Abel​​‌ gestured with her‌⁠ chin.

“In⁠ the room.”

“How‍⁠​ much have they⁠⁠‌ eaten?”

“About​‍​ two million won?‍ Horntail swallowed most⁠‍ of it, of‌‍ course.”

“Yikes!‍ Put it on⁠ the tab. Two⁠ million is overboard.”⁠​​

“Obviously.⁠ While we’re at⁠ it, should we‍⁠⁠ tack on the‍​ most expensive liquor⁠‍ too?”

“Done.”​

The​​ restaurant owners chatted‍​​ among themselves. They‍ weren’t particularly sweet‍ to each other,‍ but there was​ no tension either.‍‌

Though⁠​‌ slightly awkward, both⁠‌ were wives of⁠⁠ the same man.‍‍‍ Hating each other⁠⁠ would only bring⁠ pain.

Knock,‍‍‍ knock.

Someone⁠ came down the​‍⁠ stairs. The sound‌​ stopped, and all‌⁠ eyes turned to⁠ one point. Even‌ the friends drinking‌​ in the private⁠‌ room opened the‌‍ door to peek.‌

“Did​​‍ you sleep well?”​⁠

Ryozo‌‌ smiled. Kang Geom-Ma​⁠ came down, yawning⁠‍ deeply.

“Why⁠ didn’t you wake⁠ me? That upstairs‌ room is so‍‍‌ soundproof I didn’t‌ even realize everyone​‍ was here.”

“You‌​​ were out cold.‍‌ You wouldn’t have​​​ noticed if we​‍‍ carried you. You​‍​ really need to‌‍‍ adjust your routine.⁠ You’re on vacation—don’t‌‌ ruin your health.”‌

Abel‍ scolded him. Kang‌ Geom-Ma scratched his​ cheek awkwardly.

Beep‍ beep beep.

Vice​⁠‍ President Sung’s phone​⁠ rang. He apologized⁠‍⁠ to the gathered​​⁠ heroes and answered.‌‌

“What!?”​

His‍ face instantly turned​ pale. His gaze‍⁠⁠ darted urgently to‌‌‌ Kang Geom-Ma.

“What’s​ wrong?”

“Seems‍ there was some​ friction between human⁠‌​ forces near the⁠ gate and some⁠⁠ demons camping nearby.⁠ It’s just shouting‌​ now… but if​‌⁠ we don’t step‌⁠⁠ in, it could‍‌‍ escalate…”

Sung⁠‌ covered the screen‌‍‍ with his prosthetic​‌⁠ hand. His cautious⁠⁠‌ manner was why‌ he held his‍ position.

Kang‌ Geom-Ma nodded.

“I’ll‌​‌ go handle it.”⁠⁠

Sung⁠ opened his mouth‌ to object, but​​​ closed it again.⁠​ If he went,‍‌‌ things would settle.⁠‌‍ Only he could⁠​ mediate between humans‍⁠ and demons.

Kang‌‍‌ Geom-Ma walked toward‌‍⁠ the door. Then,⁠⁠​ as if remembering‍‍‌ something, he turned‍‌‍ back.

“Almost‍​‍ forgot.”

Ryozo‍ handed him two‌ sashimis—replicas of his​‌‍ soul.

“Today’s‍ July 7. Your⁠‍ birthday.”

“That’s⁠⁠​ why everyone gathered,​‍​ huh?”

“Also,‍​⁠ it’s an odd-numbered‍⁠ day.”

Kang​ Geom-Ma took both​​ the hilt and‌‍ Ryozo’s hand.

“I’ll‌ be back.”

– The End –

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