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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 303: I’m very sorry, juniors—your senior apologizes

Chapter 303: I’m very sorry, juniors—your senior apologizes

Life.‍⁠‍

The‍ trajectory of an⁠‌‌ existence.

I don’t know about‌‍ my past life,‍ but in this⁠‍ one, I couldn’t‍ be happier.

They‌‍‍ say happiness shouldn’t‍⁠ be spoken of‍‌ lightly, and yet…​⁠

‘Happiness.’⁠⁠‍

I can’t think of⁠ a word that‍‌⁠ better describes the​ fullness of this⁠​ life.

Maybe​‍‌ that’s why.

For‌‌‍ me, the concept‍⁠ of “dreaming” didn’t‍‌ exist.

After​​​ all, a dream‍⁠ is a projection‍​​ of desire.

But​‌‍ I didn’t want‌⁠‌ anything more than‌​ this. If I’m‍⁠‌ being completely honest.‌​‌

The​‍ real reason I stopped dreaming was⁠‌​ something else.

I annihilated the false‌​ gods. With my​⁠ sashimi, I erased‌ them from the‍‍ universe as if⁠ they were pencil‍‍⁠ marks wiped clean​ with an eraser.⁠

And‍ so, I became‌‌‌ something close to⁠​ a god. Though‍⁠ not exactly a god.

To​ begin with, I still retained my​⁠​ humanity. I have‍ women I love.⁠ If I were⁠ a true god,‌ that would be‍​‍ impossible.

Though⁠‍ I possess power‌‌ comparable to the​​‌ God of the⁠⁠ Sword, my soul‌ remains that of⁠ a mere human.⁠

And​​⁠ I chose to⁠ accept that.

I didn’t want to⁠‌​ wake from this‌‌⁠ sweet reality.

However…⁠‌​

***​​⁠

“Hmm.”‌‍‍

Half-asleep,⁠​ I opened my⁠⁠ eyes.

My‍‍⁠ vision was blurred,‍‌ as if a film covered them.​​​

I blinked slowly.

“What​ is this?”

Holding​ off the sigh,‌ I looked around.‍​

Against​ a pitch-black backdrop,​⁠ scattered points of⁠‌ light shimmered without‌ order.

A sea of stars​‍ stretched out before‌‍ me.

Shhhhh…⁠

The‍​ stars gathered into‌⁠ small clusters, forming‍‌‌ galaxies.

And​‍‍ then, those galaxies‍⁠⁠ merged into a single, immense Milky‍‍‍ Way.

In‍‍‌ that moment, the​ Milky Way opened‍ slightly, above and​‌‌ below.

It‍‍​ looked like a long mouth splitting‌​​ open.

Then,⁠⁠⁠ a voice echoed‍​ without warning.

[World⁠‌⁠ formation progress: 98.99%.]⁠

[Resolve⁠‍ the anomaly immediately.]​​

[Achieve⁠ world perfection.]

I had returned to⁠‍‍ Joaquin Academy.

I had spent the⁠ night on the⁠ director’s office sofa​‌ with my wife,​‌⁠ Saki Ryozo.

And‍​‌ for the first⁠⁠‌ time in ten‍‌​ years, I dreamed.‍

[Notification‌‍⁠ to supreme god⁠ candidate.]

[You​ must abandon your⁠‍ ‘humanity’.]

[It⁠ is an unnecessary⁠ impurity to perfection.]⁠⁠

A dry, arid voice.‌​

An‌‍‌ unknown entity demanded​ I give up‌​ my happiness. A threat disguised as‍​‍ a warning.

Seriously?⁠⁠ To me?

“What​ a stupid dream.”‌‌

I’d​‌‌ faced similar situations​ before.

The‌‍ difference now was,⁠ I no longer‍⁠ feared such nonsense.​⁠

Chiiing.​

Even‌‌​ in the dream,​​ I drew my​ spiritual companion, Murasame.‌‌

The​⁠‍ sword’s hum echoed⁠‍‌ through the universe.‌

I was ready to‌‍ paint the cosmos​ in blood.

1@/-7+#%71$ar⁠

Huh?⁠‌⁠

The‍ universe trembled. Celestial‍ bodies distorted, trailing‌‌‍ light to the‌⁠ left and right.‍

No—actually,‌⁠ it was the⁠ other way around.​ I realized soon‌⁠ enough that it‌‍ was my field⁠‍⁠ of vision that‍​ trembled.

A groan escaped me.‌‌ I, who never⁠ gets dizzy, was‍‌ experiencing cosmic vertigo.​

Even‍‍⁠ in dreams, I formed my sashimi​ and drew my‌ blade.

But‍⁠ I couldn’t resist‌​ that voice.

Even​​‌ in sleep, under‍​ its power?

While‌​ a deep sense​‍‍ of defeat filled‌‌ me, the dry‌​​ voice persisted.

[If​ you do not⁠⁠ comply, the suppressive‍⁠ agent will intervene⁠ directly.]

[This‍‍ is an unavoidable​‍ causal event.]

But⁠ then—

1@/-‌⁠‍ 7 4 #%7!$0r!!‍

A different voice dispersed‍‍‌ that presence.

No​‍‍ matter who that‍‌ “suppressive agent” was,‌ it had no‌ power before her.‌‌

My⁠​ temples pulsed. It​ felt like a seismograph was vibrating‍‍‍ wildly in my‌⁠‍ brain.

Through‌ the haze, she​ shouted again.

/@/“Wake​‌​ up!”

I jolted awake. The⁠ universe vanished in‌⁠ a blink. A ceiling filled my‌‌​ vision.

Shortly⁠‌ after, she—Saki Ryozo—leaned⁠​⁠ in, replacing the‍ ceiling with her​‍ face.

“Are⁠‍‌ you planning to⁠​ sleep all day?”‌‍

“…”⁠​

Ryozo‍​​ was on top​ of me, looming‌​ from above.

I sat up. Though​‍‍ our faces were‍‌ close, she didn’t‍ pull away.

‘Really…’⁠

You’ve​ changed a lot,​‍​ Ryozo. At the‌⁠​ start of our​ relationship, just holding​⁠ hands would turn‌​ her face red​‌ as a tomato…⁠⁠

Now‍ she stares at‍​ me like a hungry wolf. Not‍‌ a trace of​ embarrassment.

She⁠ is, without doubt,⁠‍‍ the finest “product”‍ of Class Wolf⁠‍ (3h).

“The‍⁠‍ sun is already​ high.”

Hearing‌​‌ that, I looked‌​‍ to the window.​‍

The⁠‍⁠ blue of dawn​ had just begun⁠⁠ to fade.

Morning‌​ bird songs softly‍​ touched my ears.​

“…But​⁠ it’s still early‌‌ morning.”

“By‍‌‍ the time you’re⁠ bathed and ready,⁠​‍ it’ll be day.‍ Besides, starting early⁠​‍ always feels good.”‍

Ryozo⁠ used to be‍⁠ a nerd at​ the academy.

Her​ schedule was a mess, and she‍‌⁠ often skipped meals.‍⁠

Becoming​ director had semi-forced‍⁠⁠ her to become​​‌ a morning person.​​

Of⁠​‍ course, that hasn’t‍‍⁠ been particularly good‍ for my mental⁠⁠⁠ health.

But‌⁠⁠ thanks to that,​⁠⁠ her life is‌ now healthier.

And​ good things are‌ good.

Still…⁠‌⁠

“Days‍⁠⁠ usually start in‍‌ the morning, not​⁠⁠ at dawn, Miss​‌‌ Ryozo.”

I joked with a hint of sarcasm.​‌​

“That’s‌ how it’s done​‌‌ in Gehenna. Huh?⁠‌ But so what?​‍ In the human⁠‌ world, there’s no‌ such rule. And⁠ even if there​‌​ were, if I say it’s day,‍ it’s day. At‍ least here, in⁠‍​ Joaquin Academy.”

“Isn’t​‌ that an abuse​‍ of power, Director?”​‌‍

“Calling‌ it abuse when‌‍ I abolished discrimination‌⁠ against special students?‌ What a funny‌​‌ comment, Heavenly Sword.”⁠‌

Ryozo⁠‍ slowly fastened the⁠ buttons she’d left‌⁠⁠ open at her⁠​ chest.

Then‍​​ she smiled slightly‌ and added.

“You‌‍ know what they‍⁠ say, right? The⁠‍ early bird catches⁠ the worm. Nothing⁠⁠ wrong with being​‌‍ diligent. Let’s have​‌ breakfast.”

‘Isn’t​ it too early⁠‌​ for breakfast?’

I swallowed the protest‌​​ that rose in​ my throat.

“There’s⁠ also the other‍ version. The early‌ worm is the​⁠‍ one that gets⁠ eaten.”

I made a joke⁠ to shake off‍​ sleep. That was​​​ a mistake.

“The⁠ one that gets‌‌ eaten… you say…”‍

Ryozo⁠​ murmured quietly. Her​‌ hands stopped adjusting‌‍⁠ her clothes.

“In‍‌ Gehenna, they say​‌‍ the day starts​ in the morning.”‍‍‍

“That‍ was just a casual comment—”

“Then‌⁠ it’s still March‌ 9.”

“Ryozo?”⁠

“The⁠‍​ early bird fills⁠ its belly earlier.”​

A bad feeling crept‌⁠‍ in.

Her‌‍‌ hand, which had​‌ paused at a button, moved again.‌

But‍​ instead of going‍‌​ up, it swiftly‌​ went down. A rapid tutuduc followed.⁠⁠

“Excuse​​‍ me, Miss Ryozo…”⁠⁠​

I let my guard​ down. Ryozo’s IQ‍ could devour any‌‌ Mensa member, and⁠‌ her foresight as​ an archer was‌‍‌ nearly prophetic.

No⁠ winning against her‍ in a verbal‍​⁠ match.

Thud.​​⁠

She​ extended her hand‍ and firmly pushed​‌‍ me in the​ chest. I fell⁠‌‌ back helplessly.

That’s‌‍ when you feel⁠ the “spicy touch”‍​⁠ of an archer.​⁠

“Silence‌⁠ in the director’s‌ office.”

She​ looked down at‍⁠ me, placing a finger to her‍ lips. Lying down,​‍​ I turned my‍​⁠ head sideways.

To‌⁠‍ top it off,⁠ the clock hands⁠​⁠ pointed at 5.‌‌

If​‌​ we go by‌ Ryozo’s logic, then​​ it’s still March⁠​ 9. I walked‍‍ straight into my​ own trap.

)Haha.‌ How sad—Heavenly Sword⁠‍​ reduced to a worm.’

The‌‌‌ slight unease from‌​ the dream vanished‌‌ like it had⁠ been whitewashed.

After⁠​‌ an odd-numbered day⁠‍ comes an even‌‍‌ one. An endless‌ loop from which⁠‍​ there’s no escape.⁠​

Suddenly,​​‍ I remembered that‍‌‍ voice from the​‍‌ universe.

— It is an​‌‌ unavoidable, preordained causality.⁠

It’s​​⁠ all your fault.​​ One day, I’ll‍‍⁠ cut you down.‌‍

And​‌⁠ in the meantime,‍​⁠ I kept repeating‍⁠‍ to myself like‌​ a mantra.

‘Happiness.’⁠⁠

I am happy, happy…‌​

But‌‍​ then, why do​⁠ my eyes feel‍⁠​ moist? From early⁠‌ morning, I was⁠ already living the‌ highs and lows​‌ of married life.​⁠‌

***‍

It​⁠⁠ was spring.

Shff,⁠ shff.

The‌ brittle grass crackled​ as it brushed‍‍⁠ against my ankles.‍‌ So withered it‍​⁠ was, it turned​ to dust at‌‍‍ the slightest touch‍‌ of skin.

It​⁠ was a scene⁠ that perfectly reflected‍⁠⁠ Gehenna’s arid nature.‍

Even‌ so, Horn continued⁠‌​ walking with brisk‍‍ steps.

She⁠​⁠ was a dragon.‌⁠​ Though she longed‌​‍ for the human⁠ world, her home‍​‌ was still the‍ Demon Realm.

“Leon—!”⁠​‌

The⁠​​ hero, Leon van‌‍⁠ Reinhardt, turned around‌‍‌ and smiled at‍‌ her.

A clean, radiant smile‌ that didn’t seem‌‌​ to belong in‍‌ Gehenna.

“Horn?‍ You’re here?”

Leon⁠‍ currently resided in⁠ Gehenna, for the​ sake of his‌⁠ father, Metatron.

As‌​ a form of‍​ atonement, he had⁠‍ left the comforts​⁠​ of the human‌‍ world to roam⁠‍​ the Demon Realm.‍

He​‌ passed along any⁠​ information he received​​‌ during visits from​‍‍ the Heavenly Sword.​‍​

There⁠‍ was still some‌⁠ awkwardness between them.⁠​ After all, they‍​ both knew each​ other’s true identity.‍‍‍

But‌‌ their bond was⁠​‌ deeper than simple⁠⁠ friendship.

They‍‍​ didn’t share all‍‍​ their thoughts, but‌ gradually, they were​ opening up more.​⁠‌

“You’ve‍‌ grown so much,⁠‌ Horn. You’re a proper young lady‌​ now. You’re so​ lovely I recognized⁠​⁠ you from afar.​ At this rate,​ you should enter⁠⁠ Gehenna’s beauty pageant.”​

The‌⁠ woman at Leon’s‍ side smiled faintly.‌‍‍

Horn,​ now close by,‌​ shyly lowered her​​ gaze.

Then‍‌ she murmured softly.‍‍⁠

“But⁠ Miss Meian is‌ so much prettier…​ I look like‍‌ a squid next​ to her…”

“Oh,​​ stop that nonsense.”​

Known⁠ as Power of‌​ Ten Thousand, she‌‌⁠ was Meain Poison.​​⁠

Twin‌‍‌ sister of former​⁠‍ director Media Poison‍⁠ and mentor of‌​‌ the Seven Stars.‍‍⁠

She⁠‌‍ was deeply involved‌‍⁠ in studying Gehenna​‌⁠ and occasionally cared‍ for Metatron’s condition.‍‌

“I​ wish I were​‍ as beautiful as‍‍ you, Miss Meian…”​‌

“If‍⁠ you say it‍ too often, it⁠​ starts sounding like​⁠​ flattery.”

“F-flattery?‌ I really mean​​‍ it!”

“I‍⁠ know.”

Meain‌⁠ gently stroked Horn’s‌‍ head with an‍‍ almost heavenly tenderness.‌‌⁠

She​‍⁠ had also once‍‌​ served as a director.

A true expert in‌‌ dealing with the‍ young.

“But⁠ Horn, while you’re​​‌ still in your‍ teenage years, you‌‌ need to take‍ care of your⁠‍ self-esteem.”

“Yes!”‌

Meain⁠ withdrew her hand‌‌​ from Horn’s head‌‌‍ but suddenly paused​‍⁠ in surprise.

“Hmm…⁠‍⁠ Horn, how old​ did you say‍‍ you were again?”‍

“This‍ year I turn‌​ 713!”

“…Ah.⁠‌​ Well, adolescence came⁠​⁠ a little late,‌‍ huh? I’m also​ a bit older‍ than I look.​⁠‍ Mind if I call you noona?”‍‌

“Miss‍⁠​ Meian!”

“Just‍ teasing, little sister.”​⁠

“I‌‍ mean it!”

“All‍ right, all right.”​‌

Horn‍ pouted adorably.

Satisfied‍‍⁠ with teasing her,‌‌ Meain looked away.⁠​

Leon⁠‍ watched them both⁠‍ with a warm‌‌⁠ smile.

“Now⁠ then…”

Meain‌ returned to the‌‌⁠ main topic.

“What‌ did you find⁠‍⁠ that was important⁠‍‌ enough to call⁠‌ even the future⁠‌ dragon elder, Leon?⁠‍⁠ You’ve made quite​‌‌ a trip, haven’t⁠ you? Go on,‍​ tell us.”

“Seriously!⁠ Quit teasing meee!”‍

Horn‌ was nearly in‌⁠‌ tears. Leon, who‍​ had been smiling,⁠ suddenly wore a serious expression.

“The​​ truth is… the‍⁠ environment in Gehenna​ is changing. We’ve‌ been monitoring it‌ for a while,⁠‌ but lately it’s​ intensified.”

Leon‌‍‍ knelt and plucked‍ a stalk of‌ grass. Then he‌​⁠ opened his palm‌‍​ to reveal it.‍‌

“…!”⁠⁠

“Demon​ Realm grass… is​‍‌ alive?”

Despite‌⁠ having lost its‌‌​ roots, the grass‍ grown in Gehenna‌⁠⁠ glowed with a fresh sheen.

That‍​‌ was a problem.​‌​ Such vitality was‌​‌ typical of the​‍‍ human world.

And‌‍​ now that same‌‌ energy was appearing‌ in Gehenna.

If​​‌ something was wrong,‍‍ it had to⁠‌⁠ be in one⁠⁠ of the two‌‌​ worlds.

“This​ is just my​ personal opinion.”

Leon‍‍‍ waved his hand,‌⁠⁠ scattering the grass​‌‌ into the wind.‌⁠

“I⁠‍⁠ think Gehenna and‍‍⁠ the human world’s‌‌ environments are beginning​ to merge.”

“And‍‍ the cause… still‍ unknown, of course.”‍

“Yes.”⁠‌

Meain⁠‍ ran a hand⁠⁠ through her hair,​‌ thinking for a moment.

Then⁠‌ she looked at⁠​ Leon.

“Did‍‌​ you tell the​‍ Heavenly Sword?”

“No.‍ I found out‍‌⁠ right after he⁠ left yesterday.”

“Then‍ shouldn’t we tell‌ him now?”

Leon⁠​ shook his head‌ firmly.

“It’s​ his first break‌⁠ in two weeks.​⁠⁠ Let him rest.​​​ It’s not like‌‍⁠ we don’t have‌‍‍ personnel in Gehenna.‍‍ Besides, he has⁠ family there. Better‍‍ he stays in⁠ the human world‍‌ for at least​‍⁠ a month.”

“I​‍ suppose you’re right.⁠‌ You, me, and⁠‌ Horn are here.‌ Let’s investigate on⁠ our own. Plus,⁠ he’s so impatient,‍‌ he’ll probably prefer⁠‍ a full summary​‍ later.”

“Exactly.”​​

“What‌​ should I do?”‍‍‍ Horn asked, tilting​‌⁠ her head.

“Talk​ to the Dragon​‌ Lord. He’s the⁠‍‍ true ruler of‌​‍ Gehenna. He should‌⁠ know what’s going⁠ on.”

“Got‍​ it!”

The​​ conversation wrapped up.​

Meain​ turned to leave,‌‍ but then stopped⁠‍‌ and asked Leon⁠​ again:

“And​​‍ what’s that guy⁠ doing at the​‌ Academy now?”

“Oh,⁠‌⁠ that…”

Leon⁠ hesitated before answering.‍

“He’s⁠​​ working as a special guest lecturer.”‍​​

Meain​​‍ and Horn were‍​‍ stunned.

They​‌ looked at each⁠⁠ other and exclaimed.⁠​

“The‌‌ Heavenly Sword?”

“Mom!?”​‌

Leon‍⁠ nodded heavily.

“That‌​‌ guy’s going to⁠ teach someone!?”

“…Yeah…”‌

“Oh‍⁠‌ no. The Academy⁠​⁠ is doomed.”

Couldn’t‌‍⁠ agree more.

At‍ a loss for⁠⁠ words, Leon could‍‌⁠ only gaze at⁠​ the overcast Gehenna‍ sky.

He​ knew all too⁠‍ well—if there was‍​ one thing the⁠⁠​ Heavenly Sword was‌ absolutely terrible at,​⁠ it was teaching.‌​⁠

His​‍⁠ infamous “Heavenly Class”‌⁠⁠ was all the‌​ proof needed.

As‍​⁠ a former student‍‌‌ of the Academy,‍‌ Leon could only‌ silently pray for​⁠ his poor juniors.‍⁠⁠

That‌⁠‌ day, the sky‍ was covered in⁠​ black clouds.

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