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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 301: Nice to Meet You, Dear Readers

Chapter 301: Nice to Meet You, Dear Readers

It’s​‌ been ten years‌ since I started⁠⁠‌ a new life.‍​​

Looking‍‌⁠ back, I lived⁠ so intensely that⁠‍ even I feel​ proud of myself.‌‍‍

They‍⁠ say time flows‌ like water, but​ this life wasn’t‍ a gentle stream—it​ was an unstoppable‌​ torrent.

I’m​ now in my​⁠​ late twenties, approaching⁠ thirty, and yet‌⁠ I’ve lived such​​ a tumultuous life​‍ that it can’t​ even compare to​‍ my past existence.⁠⁠​

If‍⁠ I wrote the‌ story of my⁠‍‌ life, it would​‍ be a novel​ long enough to⁠⁠ use as a pillow.

Hmm.⁠

In⁠ fact, my autobiography​ is selling remarkably‌​ well. Although I tried desperately to‍‌⁠ refuse, I had‌ no choice.

My‌ two wives pressured‌​ me without end.‌ And I bet​⁠‌ everything.

At⁠‍‍ this point, you‍‌‍ must be wondering—what​ did I do​‍‌ to brag about⁠​ such a busy⁠⁠‍ life and even​‌‌ publish an autobiography?⁠⁠

Well.‌‍​

It’s​‍​ a little embarrassing‌​‍ to say it​ myself, but.

I saved the world.‍‌

I was seventeen.

I had enrolled in‌​‌ the academy hoping‍ to enjoy the‌‍ youth I missed​​⁠ in my previous⁠ life, but life⁠⁠ had other plans.​

They​ say the harder⁠⁠ your youth, the‌ easier the rest‍ becomes.

Well,​⁠‌ my youth was​​⁠ far too hard.‌

Even⁠ so, it’s thanks‌ to that hardship​ that I am⁠⁠ who I am​​‍ today. And because⁠‌⁠ it was so​ bitter, I now​‌ enjoy certain adult⁠‍ privileges.

For​‌‌ example.

I’m‌ loved in every‌ corner of the‍ world.

Even‍‌⁠ in both the‌ human world and⁠‌ the Demon Realm.‌​‍

I received an offer​ to become the​​ Demon King from⁠‌‍ Gehenna, but of‌‍ course, I refused.‍⁠‍

I was the one⁠⁠‍ who halved the‌ power of their‌‌ faction. I’m not​‌ crazy enough to‍​ become their leader.​

Even​⁠⁠ if they offered‍‌ me all the​‌ lands of Gehenna,​ I wouldn’t take‍‌‌ them.

They⁠​‍ might have the​ custom of submitting​​‍ to the strong,‍‍‍ but I don’t​ intend to live​​​ among people with‌⁠​ horns on their‍‍⁠ foreheads.

Anyway,‍ I’ve gone on⁠⁠ for too long.​​‌

In‌ short, I’m living‍​ like a character​⁠ in a game.​‍

Under‍ the same roof‌ with several high-caliber‍⁠‌ women.

Ah,‍⁠‌ right.

[The‍‍ Blessing of the‍ Sword God (%)‌⁠‍ Appears]

I still retain the⁠‍⁠ blessing of the​‍ Sword God.

Before‍ the equipment evaluation‌​ table.

“…Cadet,‌ is this really‍ your weapon?”

“Yes,⁠⁠ Instructor Lee Won-Bin.”⁠ The young cadet⁠‌ lifted his chin‌ firmly.

He‍ stood in full⁠‍‌ military posture, his​ eyes filled with‍⁠‌ admiration as he‍‌ looked at Lee‌‌​ Won-Bin.

They​‌ say bald men​ are strong, and‌⁠⁠ this instructor was‌‍‍ the one reviewing‍ the cadets’ gear.‍⁠​

Lee​‌ Won-Bin was a true hero, selected‌ five years in⁠‍⁠ a row among‌‌⁠ the ‘Top 100​​ Heroes of the⁠‌ Year’ by the‍⁠‍ Hero Association.

But…‌‌‌

‘I’m​ standing before the‍⁠​ instructor! Damn, his​‌ head shines even​‍ more in person!‍ No wonder they‍ call him Radiant‍⁠⁠ Lee Won-Bin!’

Lee​ Won-Bin had rejected‌‌​ all the offers‌‌‍ from competing hero​‍⁠ agencies and chose​​‍ to remain as⁠​​ an instructor at⁠‍ Joaquin Academy.

A distinguished man who‍⁠⁠ preferred to contribute‍​ to the future‌ of humanity over‍ enjoying wealth and​​​ fame.

A model instructor. But⁠‌ the cadet’s sparkling‌ eyes weren’t only‌​ out of respect…‌

“I’ll‍​ ask again.”

“You‌ can ask as⁠ many times as‌‌​ you like, my​ answer won’t change.”‌

The‌‌​ cadet responded firmly‌ and raised a sashimi knife bought​‍​ from Daiso.

“Only⁠​ mediocrities blame their⁠‌‌ equipment. I am⁠‌‍ a hero candidate⁠ inheriting the will​ of ‘that man.’‌ I will not‌‌⁠ take a step‍‍⁠ back.”

Lee‍ Won-Bin stared silently.‌​ The cadet was‍ tense, but inside,​ thrilled.

‘Did‍ he see the‍ image of that​‍⁠ man in me?’​

All⁠‌⁠ cadets in that‌​ line—no, all heroes‌‍ in the world—admire‍⁠ that man.

Nowadays,‌​ in this peaceful‍⁠⁠ era, the competition​‍​ to enter Joaquin‌‌ Academy is fiercer​⁠‍ than when corps‌ commanders were active.‍​‍

The‍ status of heroes​‍⁠ remains solid. And‍‌ all of it‌ is thanks to‍‌⁠ the dedication of‌ that man.

Lee​‌​ Won-Bin was one⁠ of the first‌ to recognize his⁠‌​ potential.

That’s‌​‍ why, even though⁠‍‌ there were many​ gear evaluation tables,⁠ only Lee Won-Bin’s‌ line was absurdly​​⁠ long.

He​ smiled faintly.

He‍⁠‍ resisted the urge‍‍‍ to cheer. That‍‌⁠ smile no doubt‌‌ acknowledged his potential.⁠‌

Ah,‌‍‌ he heard it—the‍‌⁠ murmurs of the‍ cadets behind him.⁠

However.⁠​⁠

“Cadet.”‍⁠

Lee​​ Won-Bin instantly erased‍ the smile from⁠⁠ his face, as‌ if it had​ never been there.​​​ Then he sighed,​⁠ as if too‌ disappointed to be⁠​ angry. And he‌‌ spoke loudly for​ all to hear.‍‍⁠

“Do​​​ you know how⁠ many cadets have⁠⁠‍ brought Daiso sashimi‍ knives over the‍‌​ past ten years?”‌

“Uh…‍‍‌ no, sir.”

“A‍‍​ total of 9,432.⁠⁠ Including you today,​ that makes 9,433.”​

“S-So‌‍ many…?”

Lee‍⁠ Won-Bin nodded solemnly.⁠​‌

“Do‍ you know what⁠​ the class assignment‌ exam entails?”

“From⁠‍ what I understand,​ it’s a battle‌​​ royale in a subspace, just like​‌ ten years ago…”‍​⁠

This‍​ year’s entrance ceremony⁠‍ was special.

It​​ marked the tenth‍‍ anniversary of humanity’s‌ victory.

Hence,‌⁠​ the subspace battle​ royale was a personally arranged event‍​ by the current‍‍⁠ academy director, Sung‌‍‍ (13).

“If⁠‌ you manage to​‌⁠ survive with a sashimi knife, I’ll​⁠⁠ accept it as⁠ your weapon. As‌ you know, the‍​ grade limit for‌ equipment is class‌‌ D.”

“Ah…”​

“Even‍​ if you end​‍ up in the‌ lowest class, I won’t take any‌​ responsibility.”

“I-I’m‍‍ sorry!”

The‍‌‌ cadet, finally realizing‍‍ his mistake, quickly​​⁠ withdrew the sashimi⁠ knife and placed​​​ a proper weapon​‌ on the evaluation⁠‌ table.

Lee‌​ Won-Bin motioned with‌‍⁠ his chin for⁠⁠⁠ him to pass.‍

“W-Was⁠​ an honor to⁠‍‍ meet you!”

“May‍ the blessing be‌⁠ with you, cadet.”‍

He​‍⁠ watched intently as⁠‍‍ the cadet hurried‍‍ away.
And let out​⁠‌ a slight laugh.​‌

Though​‌​ many cadets had‍ brought sashimi knives,​⁠ today felt different.​‍‍

“Are⁠‌‍ you finally showing⁠ yourself today?”

His​ disciple, literally the⁠‍‌ most pride-worthy in​⁠⁠ the world.

Currently,‍​ he moved between‌ the human world​​⁠ and the Demon‌‌ Realm, fulfilling the​​ role of a universal regulator.

In‌‌ almost three years,‍‌‍ the times he⁠​ had shown his‍ face could be‍⁠‍ counted on one​ hand.

Even‌‍‌ when he came‍​ to the academy,​⁠‌ he only dropped‌‍ by to see‍ his two wives​ and left immediately.⁠⁠

Because⁠⁠‍ of that, he‍‌​ hadn’t attended entrance⁠ ceremonies either.
But today—

‘Today‌‌ is the tenth​⁠​ anniversary.’

Just​ like the current​⁠ academy director—also one⁠ of Lee Won-Bin’s‍⁠ disciples—Saki Ryozo had⁠‍ mentioned that there‌​ was a high⁠​ chance he would‍​ attend today.

Perhaps⁠ because of that,‍ the guest lineup‌‌‌ at today’s entrance⁠ ceremony was spectacular.‌ Not to mention‍‍ the former heroes​​ of the Seven‌⁠‌ Stars.

The​​ entire golden generation‌ from ten years⁠ ago was present.⁠

Now,​‌‍ each one is​‌‍ a prominent figure​‍‌ in their field;‌‍ disciples so precious⁠​ that even glancing​⁠‍ at them feels‌⁠ like a crime.‍‍​

‘You’re​ the only one​‍ missing.’

While‍⁠‍ stretching his cheek⁠‍‌ with a silly‌⁠ smile, his gaze‍ settled on the‌ cadets lined up‍ before him.

Hmm.‍ Looks like I won’t be leaving‍‌​ early this year‌ either.

***​⁠

The‌⁠‌ Academy had been​​ left half-destroyed after‍⁠ the Second Great⁠​ Human-Demon War.

Except‌‌ for a few​ key facilities, most⁠ of the buildings⁠‍‍ were reduced to⁠ bare steel frameworks.⁠

People‌‍ said.

From⁠⁠​ that day on,‍ even though humanity‍‍⁠ had won, Joaquin⁠ Academy would vanish‌⁠ into the shadows⁠⁠‌ of history. That​‍⁠ its 700-year tradition‍ would end here.⁠⁠​

“Hey,‍‌​ did he come​‍ today?”

“Who,‌‌ idiot?”

“Ah,‌‍‌ you dumbass…”

As​⁠‍ universal law dictates,‌‌ pessimistic predictions never‍‌‌ come true.

The⁠‌⁠ training grounds were‌‌ boiling with people.‌‌

It‌ had been expanded‌⁠ so many times‌⁠ that it was⁠​⁠ now twice its‌ original size.

Before,​​ it was already⁠ as big as‌ three football stadiums​‌ combined, but now⁠​‍ it looked like​‌‍ it could hold‌⁠ an entire village.‌‌

“Wow…”​‌⁠

A boy with dyed⁠ hair and the⁠​ energy of a delinquent let out‍⁠ a breath in​​‌ awe.
His name was​‌ Speedweapon. This is​⁠‍ being narrated.

“Saki…‍​ I don’t know​ about her personality,⁠ but her skills‍ are scary good.”‍​⁠

Indeed.‌⁠

Despite‍⁠ all the worries,‌ Joaquin Academy had‌‍⁠ risen from the‍ ashes. Perhaps it‍​⁠ had even surpassed‍ its former glory.‌

“Saki​‍⁠ became a person‍ thanks to marrying‌‍‍ him. Don’t you‍ remember how she⁠ was at the​ Academy, Speedweapon? She​ was totally insane​⁠ back then.”

A voice chimed in.‌
Speedweapon looked away​⁠ with an indifferent​ expression.

A blonde woman, clad⁠ in tight clothes‍​⁠ that revealed her‌ voluptuous figure.
She was Rachel‍ of Mura, a distant relative of⁠‍‌ Speedweapon and currently​‌ one of the‌‍⁠ most famous heroines⁠⁠​ alongside All Mute.‍

“Rachel,‌‌‌ do you really​​‌ have to dress⁠⁠ like that with​‍‌ so many people‌​‌ watching? Why do‍⁠​ I always get‌⁠⁠ second-hand embarrassment?”

“And‌‍ you, why are⁠‍ you dressed so​‌ stiffly? Anyone would‌‍⁠ think you came‍⁠ from a funeral.”​​

The‍ two bickered as‌‌⁠ usual.

Since‌‍ arriving in Korea⁠‌ yesterday, they hadn’t‍⁠‌ stopped fighting.

Speedweapon⁠‌ came representing the​‌ Hero Association, and⁠‍ Rachel as part‌‍ of Lancelot Company.‌‌

Attendance​‍‍ at the entrance​​ ceremony had become‍​ a tradition for‌‌‌ both organizations, but‍‌ this year, they‍ had insisted on⁠‍ coming personally.

“P-please‌⁠‌ don’t fight…!”

A red-haired woman tried⁠ to step in⁠‍⁠ between them.

“Chloe,​​ are you taking‍ her side?!”

both​‌‌ shouted in unison.‍​‍

“N-no,​⁠ that’s not it…”‍​

Chloe‌​​ Auditore da Sicilia.‍‌‍

She‌ came from a noble assassin family,‍‍‌ but rose to‍​ success as a food industry magnate.‍‌

The⁠ Auditore clan, already⁠‍​ wealthy, had amassed‌‌ enough fortune to‌​ leave assassination behind.​

With‍⁠ a troubled expression,‍⁠ Chloe pointed behind​ them.
Speedweapon and Rachel‍‍‌ turned slowly like‍‍​ broken toys.

And‍​ the air grew‌ heavy.

“……”‍

“Haha……”‌

Two⁠‌⁠ women stood there.​‌ Both so beautiful‍​‍ they stole your‍ breath away.

Speedweapon‍ had known them⁠⁠​ since his student⁠ days, so he​ wasn’t too fazed—but⁠‌‌ anyone else would​​ be stunned.

Moreover,​‌​ both were at‌⁠ the height of‍ their beauty.

Men‌⁠⁠ who looked at​ them had expressions​ as if they’d⁠‌ lost their souls.​​

To⁠‌​ Speedweapon, however, those‌ two were like⁠⁠ goddesses of death.‍⁠

Even⁠ Rachel gulped nervously.​⁠

“What​‍⁠ are you doing?”⁠

The​ tall woman’s voice​‍ shattered the silence.​‌ Rachel, still holding⁠⁠ Speedweapon by the‍‌ collar, let out⁠ an awkward laugh‍ and let go.‌⁠

“L-Long‍​ time, Abel.”

A sword genius who‌‍ rose on her‍‌ own merits despite‌​‌ being the “granddaughter​ of the Sword​‍⁠ Master.” The Swordfighter,⁠ Abel von Nibelung.‍⁠

She‌⁠ brought a hand​⁠‌ to her forehead‍​ and shook her⁠ head.

“We​ met last week‌⁠ in the U.S.​‍ What do you‌⁠ mean ‘long time’?‌‌ And how old‌‌ are you two?⁠​ Still bickering like‍‍‍ this? Everyone knows​‍‍ you’re his friends.‌‌‍ If you act⁠​ undignified, what do⁠‌⁠ you think it‍⁠‍ looks like to⁠​​ him?”

“Haha.‍ Abel, you’re getting​‌ more like the​​ Sword Master every‍‍ day.”

Speedweapon‌ glanced toward the​‌ VIP section’s highest​‌ seats.

Where​⁠‍ legends of a past era were‍‌ reuniting.

“What⁠‌ do you mean​⁠⁠ by that, Speedweapon?”‌⁠‍

Abel’s⁠‌‍ eyes sharpened.

“Hey,‍⁠‍ hey, why are‌‍‍ you reaching for⁠‌‌ your sword hilt?‌⁠ Aren’t we classmates?”⁠‌

“Enough.‌​ Sit down.”

The‌ voice came from‍​​ a woman with​ sky-blue hair, her‌‍‌ arms tightly crossed.⁠​

Step.⁠

She‌ walked between her‍​⁠ old classmates and​​⁠ sat in the⁠⁠ seat one to‌‌‌ the left of‍ center, sipping her⁠‍ coffee.

“Saki?​⁠​ She couldn’t even‍⁠‌ handle bitterness as‌‍ a kid, and​⁠‌ now she’s addicted⁠‍ to caffeine.”

“Life’s‌‍ more bitter, so‍ coffee tastes sweet.”⁠⁠

Speedweapon⁠ nodded at Abel’s‍⁠ remark.

A while later, Speedweapon‍ sat shyly in‍‌ his designated seat.‍‌

From⁠ there, the entire​⁠ training ground was⁠⁠⁠ in view.

The⁠⁠ center seat was​​ empty.
That place was‌‍‍ reserved for Saki⁠ Ryozo, the Director.‍

But‍‌ she had deliberately‍⁠⁠ avoided sitting there.‌‍⁠

To⁠‌ her right sat‍​ Abel, and between‌​ the two of​‍ them, it seemed⁠ they were guarding‍​ the seat of⁠​ honor.

All‌ eyes in the‍​‍ venue were fixed​ on that spot.‍‍⁠

Whether⁠‌‍ cadets or nobles,‌⁠ everyone seemed eagerly‍‌‍ awaiting someone.

Not‍ even idol fans​‌​ gaze with such⁠​ anticipation.

“Sa…‌​‍ Saki.”

Speedweapon​‌‌ whispered.

Ryozo⁠‌ gave him a cold look.

It​​⁠ was uncomfortable sitting⁠⁠ right next to‍​ her, but curiosity‍‌ got the better‍​ of him.

She‍‍ replied disdainfully.

“What?”‍

“No,‌⁠⁠ just… is he⁠⁠ coming today?”

“I⁠⁠ don’t know.”

“What!‌‍ If you don’t​⁠ know, who does?!​​ Everyone here came​‍ just for him!”⁠‍‌

Yes,​​ the entrance ceremony​‌​ is a global​‍ event, but it⁠‌ happens every year.⁠‍‌

He,​‌ however, doesn’t attend‍​ every year.

It’s‌ not because he‌⁠​ thinks he’s a star, but because‍⁠ his world is‍‌ elsewhere—the problem solver⁠​⁠ for both the⁠ human world and​​​ the Demon Realm.‍

“He⁠⁠‍ said he would⁠‍​ come.”

Ryozo⁠‍​ murmured, almost to‍ herself.

“…He‍⁠‌ said he would​⁠ come…”

Her‍ tone was indifferent,‍⁠ but her sky-blue‌⁠‍ eyes betrayed her‍⁠⁠ anxiety.

Speedweapon⁠ opened his mouth​ but said nothing​ and simply looked‍⁠ forward.

Expectation‌ and tension. The‍​ training ground was‌ a cauldron of‌‌ emotions.

Cadets‍‍ whispered among themselves.⁠

— Is he really‌‌‌ coming today?

— It’s the 10th⁠ anniversary, after all.​‌

— I’ve been waiting​‍ for this day​​⁠ for ten years.⁠‌‌

— But you were‍⁠ seven back then.‍

A bit later.

Ryozo,⁠​‍ who had been‌​ staring at her​ watch, stood up‌ with a resigned‍ air.

The​​ cadets wore bittersweet⁠‌⁠ expressions.

Happy‍ to have entered​‍ their dream academy,‍‌‍ but disappointed not‍‍ to see him.⁠⁠

Ryozo​⁠ felt it too.⁠​​

‘Still…‌ as Director, I must do my​​‍ duty. But boys…‍‌ I want to⁠ see him the‍ most.’

Murmuring‌‍‌ that inwardly, she‌​ stepped up to​​⁠ the mic.

“Welcome—”‌‍

It‌‌‌ was at that‌⁠ moment.

A shadow loomed over⁠‍ the training ground.​​⁠

One​​‌ by one, everyone​ looked up at⁠​ the sky.

It⁠ had been a clear spring day,⁠ not a cloud⁠‍​ in sight. And​ suddenly, black clouds‍‌ began to gather.​

Wind‍‌‍ blew, and thunder‌‍ echoed as the‍ clouds clashed.

BOOOM!⁠‌ BANG! BZZZT!!

The‍​ sky roared, the‌​ air vibrated.
Lightning tore through⁠⁠ the dark clouds.​

With⁠ every flash, a human figure seemed‍​‌ to flicker into​‍​ view.

A sudden storm, without‌⁠ any warning.

KRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!⁠

Unease​⁠ rose across the​‍‍ field like breath.​​

“……”​⁠⁠

But​​‍ on the faces​ of the golden​ generation, only excitement‍ was visible.

After⁠⁠​ all, they knew​ who arrives with‍ thunder.

Kyaaaaaaa…!!⁠

The‍ storm reached its​⁠ climax.

Some‍⁠ cadets covered their‌‍ ears, others swallowed​ nervously.

And⁠ then—

Slash—‍​‍

With‌‌ that sound, the‌​​ thunder ceased.

Slash—⁠⁠

The‌​‌ sky split in‌ two, and sunlight​‍ poured like a blessing onto the‍⁠ cadets.

Lightning.⁠⁠ A sky divided.‌​

A chain of sudden​⁠‍ calamities.

FLASH!‍⁠⁠

Through‍ the parted clouds,​‍‌ a spark flashed.‍‍‌

A halo of light​ spread along the​ cloud’s edge.

And⁠ then—

BOOOM!!!​⁠

A pillar of light⁠​ thundered down, shaking⁠ the entire venue.‌‌

Everyone‍‌​ shut their eyes‌‍‌ against the blinding‌‍⁠ flash.

Ryozo‌‌‌ was no exception.⁠‍

When​ she opened them,‌‌ her vision was​‌ still blurry.

But…​‌‌

“Sorry‍ I’m late.”

That⁠ smile of his,⁠ at least, was‍⁠ crystal clear.

“Why⁠‍ are you so​ late?”

It⁠​ had only been‌‌ two weeks.

Ryozo‌‍‍ bit her lower​⁠ lip to hold‍ back her emotions,‌ then smiled softly.‍⁠

“Idiot.”‍⁠‍

Sparks‌⁠ like threads danced‍‌⁠ off his black⁠‌​ coat and equally​‌ dark hair.

“I‍⁠‍ had business in​⁠‍ the Demon Realm.”‍⁠

Saying​ that, he turned,​‌ dragging electricity with​​ him.

Two‍​ radiant characters appeared⁠ in their retinas.⁠

천 검 (Heavenly Sword).​​‍

He‌ brought his lips‍ to the microphone.‍‌⁠

“Nice⁠⁠ to meet you,⁠⁠​ dear readers.”

With​‌ one hand, he​‍⁠ wrapped his arm​‍​ around Ryozo’s shoulders.⁠

“First​‌ of all, congratulations‍ on your enrollment.”‍

And​‌ in the other,​‌‌ he held a sashimi knife.

“I’m‌ Kang Geom-Ma.”

A heavy silence fell‌⁠ over the training⁠‍ field.

“H-Heavenly⁠‍‍ Sword!”

That‌⁠‌ single cry was⁠‌⁠ the signal.

The‌‌ world shook. The‍‍ cheers that erupted​ were louder than‍‍‍ the thunder that​ had terrified the‍‍ cadets before.

+++++++++++++++++++++++⁠‌⁠

《May​‌⁠ the blessing of‍‍ the gods be‌ with you.》

+++++++++++++++++++++++‍‌⁠

It⁠‌⁠ was such a clear day it​⁠⁠ hurt to look‌​ at.

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