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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 312: The Man Who Became a God (3)

Chapter 312: The Man Who Became a God (3)

The‌ Korean sushi spot‍ headquartered at the​ Academy always had‍​ an endless line​​​ of customers.

However,⁠‌‌ following the will⁠ of the former​ owner Kang Geom-Ma,⁠‍‍ the current managers,‍ Chloe and Knox‌⁠‍ Auditore, didn’t accept⁠​‍ reservations.

“Before‌‍‌ the sashimi knife,‌⁠‌ all customers are‌ equal!”

“A‍‌⁠ customer who oversteps‍‌ isn’t a customer!‌‍⁠ Just another ingredient!”‍​‌

“If‌‌ they cross the⁠⁠⁠ line, stab them​ with the knife!‍ It’s easier to⁠‍ ask for forgiveness‌ than permission!”

Everyone‌‍⁠ —except for one​ person— had to‌‍ wait their turn‌ at the place.⁠‍
That day, two​‍ very special clients‌ arrived.

“Welcome~!”⁠‍‌

Knox‍​ Auditore greeted them⁠ with his usual‌‍‍ sunny smile.

But​‌ his face quickly⁠ darkened.

“…What‍ are you two‍​‍ doing here?”

It⁠​⁠ was Ryozo and‌⁠‍ Abel. Everyone present‌ turned their eyes​⁠ toward them.

“We⁠‌ came to eat⁠ sushi, what else?”​

“You‌​‌ were supposed to‌ have dinner with​⁠ Kang Geom-Ma… Ugh,​‍⁠ whatever. Head to‌​‌ the private room.”⁠⁠‌

“Thanks~”​

Ryozo‌⁠⁠ and Abel ignored‍⁠‌ the curious stares⁠​ and went straight‌‌‍ into the SSS‍‍‍ private room.

Knock,⁠ knock.

Shortly‍ after, Knox appeared⁠‌‍ with a large⁠‍⁠ tray of fresh‍​ fish, a cutting‍‌ board, and freshly​‍ steamed rice.

“The​⁠ usual?”

“Yup.”⁠⁠

“I’ll‍ have the same.”​​

“Pff…”​

Knox‌⁠ began preparing the‌‍ sushi with skillful,‍⁠ precise movements.

“After‍ ten years doing‍​⁠ this, how are​​​ you still getting​⁠‍ better?”

Ryozo‌‍‌ rested her chin⁠ on one hand,⁠‌⁠ impressed.

“Why‌​ not quit killing⁠ and focus on‌​⁠ sushi? You’ve made‍ enough money already.​ Thanks to you‌​ and Chloe, the‍⁠ Auditore clan is‍⁠ secured for ten⁠‍ generations.”

“If​ you came just⁠ to spout nonsense,​ eat and leave.⁠​​ If you’ve got⁠‌⁠ something to say,‍​​ say it now.”‌​⁠

“Always​‍‍ so serious.” Ryozo‍‍ picked up her⁠ chopsticks.

“The‌ nobles have been‍​‌ moving suspiciously lately.”‍​

“I‍ know. They say‍‌‍ the British Empire​‌ is conspiring.”

“Conspiring​‍ is putting it​ mildly.”

Abel⁠⁠​ elegantly brushed her⁠​‌ hair back and⁠​ added.

“There⁠‌​ are reports they’ve‍ been meeting in​‌ secret with demons‌ dissatisfied with Joaquin⁠⁠⁠ Academy.”

The​⁠ hand pressing the‍⁠​ fish paused for‌‌​ a moment.

“With⁠​⁠ demons? Are they⁠‌ insane?”

“They‍⁠⁠ say ‘the enemy‍⁠ of my enemy‍⁠‍ is my friend.’⁠‌‍ Since they can’t⁠ act freely, they’re‍​⁠ forming an alliance​ to take down‌​ the Academy—and him.”⁠⁠⁠

“Idiots.”‌

Knox​​ let out a crooked smile.

“Don’t‍⁠ they know that​‍⁠ even if they‍ attacked with all​‍ their might, they⁠‍ wouldn’t manage to​‌ wound Heavenly Sword?”⁠

“They⁠​ know. But they’re‌​ doing it anyway.”​⁠​

Ryozo‍ spoke without emotion,⁠ barely moving her‌⁠ lips.

“Mom​‌‍ might be many⁠ things, but there⁠⁠‌ are lines she‍⁠‌ doesn’t cross. And​​​ that’s exactly why‍​⁠ they’re doing this.”⁠‌

“What‌⁠ do you mean?”⁠⁠‌

“That‌⁠⁠ those damned nobles‌‍ have taken their‍ own children enrolled⁠⁠‍ at the Academy​‍⁠ as hostages.”

“Rotten.⁠⁠ As rotten as⁠‌‌ spoiled fish.”

Knox‍ pressed his lips⁠‌ tightly.

After‌⁠ a deep exhale,‍‌‍ he spoke in​ a calm voice.‌

“What‌ do you want​​​ me to do?”⁠⁠

“The⁠⁠‍ demons are under‌​ Kang Geom-Ma and‌‍⁠ Leon’s watch. You‍⁠‌ monitor the nobles’​ movements.”

“Understood.”‍

Knox​‍ continued preparing sushi.​‌
Once all the⁠‌‌ food was served,​‍​ he stood up,⁠ and Ryozo asked​⁠ him a question‌⁠ from behind.

“By‍ the way, what’s​‌‍ been up with‌​ Chloe lately? She‍ hasn’t shown up.”‌‌

“…”​​

The‍⁠ lips marked by⁠ his teeth trembled⁠⁠ slightly before opening​‌ with difficulty.

“…She’s‍ taking wife lessons.”‌⁠

“What‍⁠ kind of lessons!?”‌⁠‌

“…She‍ said she didn’t⁠ mind being the‌​‍ third…”

Knox‌​‌ left the room‍ without saying more.​‌‍

Ryozo⁠ and Abel’s chopsticks‌​⁠ hung in mid-air⁠‌ above the sushi.​‍

Knox’s‌ bright eyes
remained etched in​‍⁠ their minds.

***⁠

Demons,‌⁠ by nature, have‍‍ a violent temperament.‍

“Everyone​ ready!?”

“I,‍‍ Snugal, am always‌‍⁠ ready!”

“Revolution!‍‌ Revolution!”

Raised⁠‍‍ in hostile environments,⁠ demons had aggressive,‌‍‍ savage personalities.

Only‍ the dragons were‌⁠⁠ calmer, less influenced‌ by their surroundings.⁠⁠

And⁠​ these very demons​ lived under suppression.‌

Their‍​‌ instinct was to‍ submit before overwhelming‌​‍ power.

But‌⁠ the fact that‍⁠‌ such power was​‍ human dealt a deep blow to‍​‌ their pride.

Heavenly‌​⁠ Sword.

Kang​‍ Geom-Ma.

The​ current Dragon Lord,‍ Valerion, watched them‍​ from a hill.⁠‌‌

‘If​‌ only he ruled​‌​ the Demon Realm,⁠‌​ there would be‍ order…’

But…‌​‍

‘I‌‍⁠ refuse.’

Kang⁠‌ Geom-Ma flatly refused.‍⁠

— But if your‌⁠ body originates from⁠⁠​ the Demon Realm…⁠⁠ weren’t you nothing⁠⁠‍ less than a descen—

‘Then​‌⁠ I’d have to⁠​ explain everything from⁠ the beginning, and‍ I’m not up​ for that. I have a family⁠‌ in the human​​ world, and no​ one around me​​⁠ knows who I really am. I’m‍‍ not planning to‌ tell them either.⁠‌​ Got it, Lord?’‌‍‌

— …Yes, understood.

Kang‌‌⁠ Geom-Ma made it​ clear that his​⁠​ identity was human.‌ The power of⁠ a god, the⁠​ body of a demon, and the​ will of a human.

Of⁠ those three, he​‍ chose the weakest—the​⁠‌ human will.

‘Well,‌ if that’s your​​‍ decision…’

Valerion‍​⁠ respected that choice.‌

Until‌ a successor was⁠‌ found, he would‌‌ temporarily lead Gehenna.​⁠

Temporarily.⁠‍

Not​​‌ as a rightful‌ ruler.

Dragons,​ by nature neutral,‍ didn’t seek power‌‍‌ out of ambition.‍​​

Thus,‌​ Gehenna lost even⁠ its most basic‌​ structure.

It​ became quite literally​ a lawless land.⁠‌⁠

Valerion​ murmured to himself.‌⁠‌

‘It’s‍ the only thing​‍ keeping everything from‌⁠ blowing up.’

That’s‌‌‌ why demons, unable⁠‍⁠ to contain their‌‌‌ impulses, rebelled nearly⁠ every day.

“How‌ long will we‍ live under the‍‌ oppression of humans,​​‍ brothers!? We are‍⁠‍ demons! Humans are​​ just food!”

“Waaaah!​⁠⁠ Tasty human meat!”⁠‌

The⁠‌ main agitators were‌​ races less affected⁠‍‍ by the Second⁠‌​ Great Human-Demon War.‍‍​

Especially​⁠​ younger demons born⁠‍‌ after the war.‌‌​

“Yes!​​‌ The law of‌‍ the strongest is​⁠ the law of⁠​‍ the universe! Enough‌​‍ holding back! Ten‌‍ years is enough!”⁠

The⁠⁠‌ more intelligent demons—like‌‌ medusas or dark⁠ elves—also reacted when⁠ provoked.

“Roook-Taaar!”‍​⁠

“Oooro-Garr!”⁠​

The⁠ less intelligent but⁠​ physically imposing ones—like‌ orcs, ogres, and‍‌ trolls—roared in unison.​‌⁠

Meanwhile,​​ the high-elves observed‌⁠⁠ from a corner‍ with grim expressions.​​‌

‘It’s⁠⁠‍ a circus.’

At‍ least, their discipline‌‌​ level resembled an‍ army.

Any‍​ dragon seeing them⁠ would feel their⁠ heart stir with‌‌⁠ energy.

Yes,⁠⁠‍ that rage was‌​⁠ part of their‍ age.

It⁠‍ wasn’t that they⁠​‍ had major stakes​ involved.

They‍ were simply prisoners⁠ of their own⁠‍ desire to kill.‍‌‍

But‍⁠ what could they‍‌ do?

‘That’s‌ their nature.’

One​ could more or​⁠ less understand it.​‌

“Haven’t‌ seen this in‍⁠ a while.”

At‍ that moment, someone‌‌⁠ beside him spoke.‍‍⁠

“They’re​​‍ more aggressive than‍​ usual today—and more‍ violent. Fools…”

An⁠⁠⁠ elderly dark elf⁠ approached. Valerion glanced‌‍​ at him and‍ murmured.

“You‍⁠‌ also used to⁠‌ have a difficult​‍⁠ temperament.”

“That’s‍ in the past‌​ now.”

“The⁠ past? Wasn’t it‍ your attempt to​ eat human flesh⁠ that almost drove‍​​ the entire dark‌⁠‌ elf race to⁠‌ extinction?”

“…”‍⁠

The‌⁠‌ old elf said‍‍ nothing, staring silently⁠⁠ ahead. The memories‍‌⁠ of that violence,‍⁠‌ etched deeper than⁠‍ his corneas, resurfaced‌⁠ vividly.

That‍​​ elder had survived⁠ from Balor Joaquin’s​⁠‌ era until now.⁠‍ He had seen‍‍⁠ countless battlefields. That’s​‌ why he was‍​ alive, why he‌‍ was here.

And⁠‍ still—

There‌ was a moment‍‍‌ he truly believed‍​ he’d die. Just​⁠ once.

‘When‌‌​ I challenged that⁠‍‍ man.’

A chill ran down⁠​‍ his spine. It‌‍⁠ was like a spectral cold gripped‌ his human-shaped heart.‍‌

‘Kang​⁠‍ Geom-Ma…’

Just‌‍‍ picturing his black⁠‌‌ hair and dark⁠⁠ eyes made his‍ teeth chatter like‌​ castanets.

“Aren’t⁠‌⁠ you shaking a bit too much?‌‍ You’re an elder,‌​ for God’s sake.”⁠​‍

“Y-You‍⁠ wouldn’t understand, Lord.⁠⁠ You were never​ on bad terms⁠ with him from​ the start…”

The‌ old man’s face⁠⁠ turned pale.

The⁠ dark elves, by​ someone’s order, had​‍​ been forced to‌⁠ stop consuming flesh.​​

Their​​ dark skin had‌ lightened since. Their‌ faces now resembled‍⁠‍ poorly drawn paper‌‍​ puppets with ink‌​‍ stains.

“…And​‍⁠ why the hell⁠‌ did you challenge‌ him?”

“That’s⁠‍⁠ exactly what those​​ brats are doing⁠⁠ now!”

The​⁠ elder pointed his‌⁠ bony finger at⁠‌‌ the younger ones.​‍⁠

“That⁠ man… that man‍ is coming…! Ahhh!”‍

“You​ mention his name‍‍ and go mad.⁠​‌ You used to‌‍‌ be a pretty⁠⁠ sharp guy…”

Valerion​‍⁠ shook his head.​

The‍⁠ elder was scratching‍ under his eyes‌‌ so hard blood⁠⁠​ began to trickle.‌⁠‍

“Hm?”‌

Footsteps​‌ were heard.

When​ they turned, they​⁠​ saw two figures‍ who looked completely​⁠​ out of place‍‍ in the Demon​‌‍ Realm—or three, if‍‌​ you counted the​⁠ squirrel on Leon’s​⁠‌ shoulder.

“Well,‍ they say word⁠ travels fast… and‌ boy, does it.”‍‍⁠

“Long‌ time no see,⁠⁠‍ old man.”

Leon‍ greeted politely.

“No⁠ need for such‌‍‌ formality between us.⁠ And you…”

“This⁠‍⁠ is my first‌​ time seeing him,‍​⁠ Lord.”

“Didn’t​‌​ think you’d come​ in person.”

Valerion‍‍ frowned. The leader‌​ of the angels,‌​​ Metatron, had come‌‍ directly.

To‍​ the very heart‌​⁠ of the Demon‍‍ Realm, no less.‌‌‌

“Well,‌‍ I am a refugee in Gehenna.‌⁠‌ Thought I should​‌⁠ see things with‌​‍ my own eyes.”‌⁠

“You⁠‍ came at a good time. Though‌​‍ as temporary leader,⁠ this puts me⁠​‌ in a bad‌⁠ light…”

“I‌‍ understand how you‍ feel. I’ve been⁠‌⁠ there.”

Metatron⁠​ turned his gaze​ toward the riotous​​‌ crowd.

It‌​‍ reminded him of⁠‌ the Grigori rebellion⁠ he had crushed⁠​‍ alone.

Perhaps⁠ that’s why the‍⁠‍ scene disgusted him‌​​ so much.

“Ka-Kang‍ Geom-Ma… He… He’s⁠​‌ coming!”

In‍​​ a corner, the‌‌ old elf shriveled‌​ up like an‌​⁠ insect, trembling uncontrollably.‌‌‌

Leon‍ looked at him​ and asked.

“What’s⁠ with the old‌ man?”

“He⁠ just heard the⁠ name ‘Heavenly Sword.’”​‍

“If​​​ he’s like this‍‌‌ now, what’ll happen⁠ when the man‌ really shows up…?”‌​

It‌‍⁠ happened in an⁠​‍ instant.

BOOOOM!‍‍‌

RRRRRRRRRRUMBLE!⁠‍

CRAAAASH!‍⁠‌

The⁠ clear sky roared‌​‌ in fury.

The​‌ fighting spirit of‍‌ the young demons⁠ was blown away‌ by the thunder.‍​

Everyone‍⁠ looked up at​‍⁠ once. Demons, angels,‌‍ and nephilim all⁠​ turned toward the‌ same point.

Terror​​‌ gripped the demons‌‍​ at the sky’s​‍ wrath.

Even‍ the wild beasts‍⁠‍ with abnormal fangs‌​ fled in terror.‌‍

The​ black clouds swirled.‌‌ The black sun,⁠⁠​ seemingly afraid, hid‍ behind the curtain.​

RRRRRRRRRUMBLE!⁠​

A massive gap opened​​ in the clouds.‌⁠⁠

At‌ the center, a tiny figure was‌ descending.

The​​​ old elf’s empty‍⁠‌ eyes filled with‍⁠⁠ tears.

He​⁠​ murmured.

“At‌‍‍ last… at last…”​

A human-shaped shadow.

A man with black‍ hair and black‍⁠⁠ eyes.

A demon with sashimi‍​​ in hand.

FWOOSH!⁠‌‍

Kang⁠​ Geom-Ma descended with‌ hands in his​⁠​ pockets.

The‍‌ wind swirled around​⁠ him like velvet.‌​‍

Then—‍‌​

BOOM!​

He⁠ landed on one‌ knee, both feet‍‍ planted firmly in⁠​‌ the center of​ the rebels.

From​​ the cloud of‌ dust, his voice⁠‌ thundered across all‍⁠ of Gehenna.

“Are‌ you afraid?”

“…”⁠

Pores‌ shut tight.

Brains‍‍ cooled as if⁠ icy water coursed‌ through their grooves.‌

The⁠‌ air thickened like⁠ fog.

Fear.⁠⁠

Despair.​​‍

Terror.​

Negative​ emotions rose like⁠ steam.

CRACK!​‌​

A snap was heard.⁠‌

A medusa, about to⁠‍‍ speak, accidentally stepped​‍ on a twig.​‌

“Those​⁠⁠ who are afraid…”‌‍

“…”‌​

“…”​‌

“…”‌‍

“Why‌‍⁠ do things that‍⁠ deserve a beating?”​‍

He‌ pulled a hand‌ from his pocket‌‍⁠ and raised it.​⁠

Then,‍​‌ he yanked the⁠⁠ air.

Beyond‍ the black clouds,⁠ a hole opened‌ in the sky⁠​ as if pierced⁠‍ by a divine‍​ needle.

Each⁠ of those holes​ carried the will​ of a storm.‍⁠‍

Thousands⁠⁠‌ of sashimi knives⁠⁠ descended upon the⁠ world.

Each⁠‍​ blade gleamed. Like​ grains of sunlit⁠⁠ sand on a beach.

They⁠​ weren’t mere knives.‍‍‍

Each‌​‍ carried lightning.

Blades‍‍​ of cold light.‍ Thunderous light.

“A⁠ sword that surpasses‌​ ego.”

He⁠‍‍ recited.

“Heavenly​ Thunder.”

And‌‌‍ they fell.

SHREEEEEEEEK!⁠

The‍ roar of thunder​​ and crashing tore‌ through the air.⁠‍

Screams‌‌ and the sound⁠ of flesh being⁠‍‌ shredded mixed together.‌

Sword​‌ flashes streaked through⁠​​ the sky.

The‌​ ground was soaked⁠‍ in blood.

Crimson⁠‍ puddles spread.

Metatron,​ witnessing that sashimi-lightning‌​​ cleansing the Demon‍‌​ Realm, was stunned.⁠​

He‌‍⁠ let out a hollow laugh.

“He‌⁠ really… became a god…”

— You’re wrong, Metatron.⁠​‌

Lycan’s​‌ cheeks puffed with‍ pride.

— That man… is​‍​ a sword that⁠‍‍ kills gods.

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