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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 314: The Transfer Student is a Singularity (2)

Chapter 314: The Transfer Student is a Singularity (2)

The​‌ restrained admiration erupted​‌ into thunderous applause.⁠⁠‌ It was so​ loud that even⁠‍‌ the clouds seemed‌ to scatter.

“Uoooooooh!”⁠

The⁠⁠ arena was in​⁠ a frenzy. The‌‍ roar violently drew‍ in passersby. Among‌‌‍ them was Lee⁠ Won-bin, the head⁠‌‍ instructor of the​‌‍ Wolf Class.

“W-What⁠⁠​ is this?”

For⁠​‌ a moment, he‍​ thought it was⁠ a riot. Moving‌‌⁠ like he was‍ swimming, he pushed‍‌‍ his way through‌⁠‌ the crowd.

As‌‍ soon as he​ entered the arena,⁠‌‌ the sunlight struck‍⁠ his eyes harshly,‌ forcing him to‌‍⁠ squint. His bald‌⁠ head—which some joked​‍⁠ was like a sun of its‌‌ own—was nothing more‌⁠ than a firefly⁠​⁠ compared to the‍ real thing.

In​ any case—

Lee​ Won-bin, eyes wide⁠⁠‍ at the packed‌‌ arena before him,⁠​ couldn’t help but‍​ let out a stunned exclamation.

“What⁠ are those two‌ doing there…?”

Kang​‍​ Geom-Ma, the Heavenly‍​‍ Sword, the greatest‌ of all time.​‍‌

And‍‍ twenty paces from‍⁠‌ him, the “aspiring”‍ hero, Leon van⁠​‍ Reinhardt.

Kang⁠​ Geom-Ma was flicking‌‌⁠ the sheath of⁠‌ his sashimi blade,⁠ while Leon drew‍‌ Balmung, the sacred⁠‍ and demonic sword.⁠

Yes.​​‍ The two of‍⁠ them, long past‌⁠ the title of‍‍ “hero,” were now⁠ preparing for a duel in a subspace.

For‌‍ a brief moment,​‌‍ Lee Won-bin nearly​‍‌ vaulted over the‍⁠​ railing to stop‌​ them. He feared‍​‌ that a cut​‌ from the Heavenly⁠‌ Sword could tear⁠⁠‍ space itself. It‍ was for the⁠ safety of the⁠​⁠ students—but then he‍ remembered those two‌⁠ were no longer‍ students.

And‌ besides, once the‌‍‍ duel began, any⁠‍‌ intervention would be​​ meaningless.

‘Surely‌⁠​ the Heavenly Sword⁠‌​ knows how to‌‍‌ restrain himself.’

He​⁠ had already learned​‍ from experience that‍‌ clumsy interference only‍ made things worse.‍⁠‌ And he had‌ paid for it—with‌‌ his hair.

At​ that moment, his⁠ gaze drifted to​‌ a corner of​⁠ the stands.

He​‍ didn’t know why⁠‍ exactly, but a particular group caught​‌ his attention instantly.‍

Third-year‌‌‌ students. Technically still‍‌‍ apprentices, but the⁠‍⁠ aura they gave⁠⁠‍ off was entirely⁠ different.

‘How‌‍‌ to describe it…?’‍‌

Almost‌‌ petty, perhaps.

It‍ was a controversial⁠ opinion for an⁠‌⁠ instructor to have,​‌ but he couldn’t⁠ help it—their behavior‌ and mannerisms were‌⁠ undeniable.

A paper fan in‌‌ the 21st century?​‌ Discrimination by status⁠​ even now?

Apparently,​‌⁠ others noticed too.⁠⁠ Students within a 30-meter radius began‍ to subtly distance⁠ themselves from the⁠ third-years.

‘Children⁠‌​ of political figures.’​

At​‍ the center of​⁠ the group was‍ Princess Victoria. Her‍ hair, a scarlet‌ blonde like molten‍⁠ gold wrung down‌‍ to its essence,​​ inevitably drew every⁠ eye.

She‍⁠‍ must have come‌‍ to the arena⁠​ as soon as​ she heard. No⁠‌​ doubt she skipped​⁠‍ morning classes without‍‍​ hesitation.

He⁠ considered saying something‍‌ to her, but‍‌​ shook his head.‍ Instead, Lee Won-bin​‍ curled his lips‍ into a crooked‍‌​ smile.

“They’re⁠ the same ones‍ who wish to​ see the Heavenly‍⁠ Sword fall and‍⁠‍ constantly pressure the​ director.”

The​ current director, Saki​ Ryozo, and Kang‌‌⁠ Geom-Ma were like‍ children to him.​⁠‍ Even after graduation,‌⁠ Kang Geom-Ma, Saki,​‌⁠ and Abel had​‍ stayed at the‌​⁠ academy, in constant​‍​ contact with him.⁠

By‌ now, their bond​​ was practically that​ of family.

Technically,⁠⁠ that group of⁠ third-years were also‌ his students—but even‍‌ teachers have favorites.‍

And‍ Lee Won-bin, at‍⁠ the end of‍ the day, was​‌​ human too. Even‌ if he was‌​ in the TOP‌ 100 heroes of⁠ the year (with​ the special issue‌⁠ of TAMES magazine‌ framed and hanging‌​‌ at the entrance⁠ of his house).‍​​

Chuckling​‍‍ at himself for‍⁠ being a failed⁠​⁠ educator, he took‍⁠ his seat.

And​ with a burning⁠‌‌ gaze, he looked‌ toward the center​⁠ of the coliseum.⁠‌​

“Show‌​⁠ me.”

What‌‍ it means to⁠‍​ be a true‌‌ hero.

***⁠

The‍‌ density of the​‌ air was overwhelming.​​

The​ arena was vast,​ the size of‌​ several football fields.​ Even so, with​‌​ thousands of people⁠​⁠ sharing the same‍‌⁠ oxygen, the air​​​ felt thick.

“There⁠⁠ are a lot‌⁠⁠ of people here.”​

“Yeah…”⁠‌

Leon‍ scanned the arena⁠ as he opened‌‌ the conversation.

For⁠‍​ some reason, his​ expression turned nostalgic.​ His emotions must‌​ have been incredibly⁠⁠‍ complex.

Ignoring‌​⁠ that, I asked‍‌ a casual question.​

“How⁠ long has it‌⁠‍ been since you‌‌ were at the​​⁠ academy?”

“Ten​ years.”

We‌​​ both knew the‍‍⁠ answer, but saying‌‍ it aloud was​​ a way to‍ dispel the heaviness.​ Leon understood and⁠‌ gave a wry‌⁠‌ smile.

“Time⁠⁠ flies. Ten years…”‌⁠

“Ten‍‌ years.”

I slightly unsheathed my‌ blade while emphasizing​​ that number.

“Ten‍​ years—maybe it’s time⁠ you stopped digging​‍ that hole in⁠ your heart.”

“What‌ do you mean‌‌⁠ by that…?”

“With​ that face and‌‍‍ still such low​ self-esteem. You’ve lived‍​ like a condemned‍‌‌ man since that⁠‍ day. Spare a thought for those​ of us around​​⁠ you.”

Leon⁠ pressed his lips‍‍ together. He knew⁠ I had hit‌⁠ the mark.

Right‌ now, he was‌ a walking target.‍​‍ That’s why he‌​ accepted Metatron’s proposal⁠ without hesitation.

I kept going.

“I’m​​‌ fine with it,‌⁠ but think of‌ your father, the​ Archangel. How do‌‍‌ you think he⁠​⁠ feels, watching his⁠ only son fall‍⁠ apart day after‌ day? He has‍‍ to force a smile until his‌‌ lips tremble.”

“…”​

“That’s​⁠ why he asked​⁠ me to give⁠⁠‍ you a little‌⁠​ push, you idiot.‍‍ As his son,​ you shouldn’t allow‌‌‍ that.”

“…”​‌‍

“When⁠⁠ you carry too⁠ much weight, the⁠ people watching you‍‌ get tired. So‍​‌ learn to let⁠ go once in‍‍‌ a while. Look.”‌

I gestured toward the‌​ stands with my​‍‍ eyes. Leon looked‍ up as well.‍

There‍​ were a few​ students who looked​‌ at him with‍ disdain, sure. But⁠⁠‌ not many. Most‍‌⁠ watched him with⁠‌‌ admiration.

The⁠‌ world hadn’t forgotten⁠​‍ Leon’s mistake.

But​ neither had it⁠ forgotten his sacrifice​ during the Second⁠‌⁠ Great Human-Demon War.‌‌⁠

‘If‌‍ not for Leon…’‍‍‍

While⁠ I was dealing​‌‌ with the false‍ gods, the Human‌‌ Realm would have​‌‌ fallen to Kuarne.​‌​

If‍ I was the‌​‌ one who destroyed⁠ the culprit, the⁠‌ ones who truly​ saved humanity were​‍​ Leon and his⁠⁠ father, Metatron.

Thanks‌ to them, we​ won. And the⁠⁠⁠ Joaquin Academy was‍ able to rebuild.‍‌‌

It​ wouldn’t be an‍ exaggeration to say‍​ that the new‌‌‍ arena was built‍⁠ on the foundation​ Leon helped lay.‍‍

That’s‍‌ why I brought⁠‌ him here—so he’d⁠‌ remember that.

“Kang‌ Geom-Ma… you…”

“Come‍⁠ on, let’s not⁠ get sentimental between‍​ men. There are⁠ students watching. Besides,‍‍ I have wives.”‍

“Hahaha…”​⁠

Leon‍‍ let out a freeing laugh.

As‍‍​ he wiped his⁠‍‍ tears with his⁠⁠​ thumb, his deep‌ blue eyes gleamed.⁠​‍

‘Yeah.’‌

Now‌ he looks like​ a true hero.​

“I’ll​ do my best.”‍

“Just⁠⁠ hold out.”

“How⁠ long?”

“One​⁠‍ minute.”

Leon​ nodded.

“It’ll‍‍⁠ be tough, but‌ I’ll try.”

The⁠‌​ protagonist of that‌‌​ game that cost​‌⁠ me so many⁠ hours of free⁠ time on Earth​ raised his sword⁠ with resolve.

Chiiing.​

The‌‍‍ natures of good​​‍ and evil resonated‍‍ in harmony.

The​ entire arena vibrated​⁠‌ with a mechanical‍​ hum.

[Deploying⁠‍⁠ subspace barrier.]

[May‌‍ the Hero’s Blessing‌ be with you.]⁠

I,⁠​ too, rattled the⁠‌ sheaths of Murasame‌ and Eternal Frost.‌

[Manifesting⁠⁠ Blessing of the​⁠‌ God of the​‍ Sword.]

The‌⁠ blades sang.

+++++++++++++++++⁠​

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

+++++++++++++++++‌

The​ man stepped forward‍‍‍ and launched himself⁠ into battle.

***​‍‍

An​ eagle soared through‍‍ the sky. A purple membrane gently‍​ gnawed at its​​⁠ translucent retina.

Again.⁠​⁠

It‌ was something that⁠​ often happened when‌ flying over the⁠‌‍ rugged Chiaksan Mountains‌ in Wonju, Gangwon⁠ Province. For the‌‍​ Eagle family, who⁠⁠ had settled in‌‍⁠ that region for‍ generations, it was​‍ nothing new.

‘Tsk.​‌‍ Today’s hunt didn’t‌ go well… I’ll⁠⁠ circle around and‌​ watch a bit.’⁠

So‌ decided the 14th‌‌⁠ of the Eagles,‍‌ diving straight into​ the veil of​⁠ distorted space. In‌ that brief instant—‍

Flash!‌​​

Lightning‍​ burst from the​‌⁠ ground. Once, twice,‍‍⁠ countless times.

The‌ 14th Eagle shuddered⁠ in surprise. Some⁠‍⁠ of its feathers⁠​ disintegrated among the​​​ clouds.

‘What‍‌ the hell is‍ that?!’

With⁠ wide eyes, its‌‌​ retinas captured the‌⁠‌ events unfolding in‌‍ the coliseum. Thanks‍‍ to the Eagle‌‍⁠ gene and its⁠ 8.0 vision, it‌‍‌ could see everything‍⁠‍ clearly.

Clang!‌⁠‍

A sharp metallic sound‍‌ shook the world.‍⁠ Two swords clashed—one‌‌ wielded by a black-haired man, the‍⁠ other by a golden-haired one.

From‌‍ the eagle’s perspective,​​‍ they merged into⁠ a single point.⁠​

But…‍⁠

The‍​‍ frequency.

The⁠ speed!

It‍⁠ was as if⁠‍​ time itself was‌ being shattered into‌​ a thousand pieces.‍

Was‍⁠‍ it just the‍⁠ speed? No, even‍​ the shockwaves pierced⁠‍ through the clouds.​​⁠ A flock of‌‍ migratory birds scattered‌ in utter chaos.​‍⁠ That said it​⁠ all.

Only‍​‌ earthquakes triggered reactions​‍ like that. This‍⁠ was an omen⁠ of catastrophe!

The​​ two combatants clashed⁠​ and separated again‍‌ and again. The‍ glow of their​ swords and the‍⁠ trails they left⁠ kept growing. The​ eagle’s pupils spun​‌​ endlessly.

Thump,​​​ thump, thump, thump.‍⁠

It​​‌ was like hearing⁠ the heartbeat of​‌​ the world.

The‌ kids sitting in​​ the stands barely​⁠‍ understood what they‌​ were seeing. Only‌ an eagle could‍ follow the flow‍‌‌ of the fight.‌

But​‍⁠ even the pride‍ of its species‌ wasn’t enough—the blasts​ were relentless.

The⁠‌​ air stirred so​‍ much that even‌​ it lost its⁠‍⁠ rhythm.

That⁠ irritated the eagle.‍‌ So it decided‌‌​ to fly even‌‍ closer.

The‌⁠ outlaw of the⁠ skies slowly descended.‌

***⁠

The⁠​ sashimi sword sliced‌⁠​ through the air.​ The altered space‌​ cracked under its‌ edge.

The​ sword’s trajectory was⁠​⁠ straight and honest,‌‌‌ but the energy​⁠ it carried was⁠⁠​ infinite.

Clang!‍‍‍

Leon‍‌⁠ managed to block​⁠​ the strike, but‌⁠ was pushed back,‌ dragging dust under​ his feet.

“Ghh!”​⁠

Gasps​‌‍ echoed here and‍‌⁠ there.

The‌⁠⁠ students of Heavenly‌⁠‍ Sword identified with‌⁠ Leon.

The‍ third-years felt as​ if the tip‌‍⁠ of the sashimi​ blade was pointed​ directly at them.‌‌ It was the⁠‌ classic fear of​ the guilty.

‘It’s‍‌​ gotten heavier.’

Amid⁠ his disheveled blond​‍‍ hair, Leon’s blue‌ eyes flickered.

The​‍⁠ only reason he‌ hadn’t lost his‌ footing was because‌⁠ Kang Geom-Ma was‌​ holding back. Leon⁠‌​ knew this, and‌‌‌ yet showed no‍ signs of despair.‌

He⁠ twisted his wrist⁠ and slightly tilted​⁠‌ Murasame.

A subtle shift in⁠‍​ his center of​​‌ gravity.

Then,‌‍​ he moved his‌⁠‍ foot back a few centimeters.

Thrust!​

The​‌​ tip extended like​ a lance of‍ light.

Kang‍​⁠ Geom-Ma dodged sideways.‌

He​‍‍ closed in on​‌ Leon’s blind spot‍ with a shift‍ and counterattacked.

Their‌‌​ swords clashed.

As⁠‍ sashimi and Balmung‍⁠‌ scraped against each‍⁠ other, their eyes‌ met.

A dark gaze.

Kang⁠ Geom-Ma, though restraining‌‍ himself, walked dangerously​‌⁠ close to the‍ line between divine⁠‍ and human.

It⁠‍ would only take⁠‌ a push to‍ cross it.

“Grrrgh.”‌‌

Leon‌​‍ groaned. He wouldn’t​‌‌ last even forty‌ seconds, let alone⁠​‍ a full minute.​​

It⁠​ looked like an‌‌ even match, but​ the fight was⁠‌⁠ one-sided.

And⁠‍ Kang Geom-Ma was​‍ holding back.

‘I‍​‍ can’t keep going‍‍⁠ like this.’

It⁠‍ was his first‍​ time back at⁠‍ the academy in‌ ten years.

Though⁠‌⁠ he spoke lightly,‌‌ deep down he‌ wanted to prove‌ he was still‌ worthy.

That’s‍‌ why he didn’t⁠⁠ reject the challenge‌​ and dared to‍​‍ return to Joaquin.​

‘Then.’​‌

He‌‌ had to be⁠‌ at peace with‌‌‌ himself.

‘And‌⁠⁠ not just that.’‌

The​ sword is a mirror of a warrior’s soul. In​​​ Kang Geom-Ma’s sashimi⁠‌‍ blade, he felt⁠​⁠ solitude.

He‍ was born for‌ the sword.

And‌​​ deep down, he​‌ hoped for someone‍‍ who could endure​ even a single‍‍ blow from him.‌

He​ didn’t want to‍⁠‌ disappoint him.

It‌​ wasn’t friendship.

It‍‌ was a duel‌​⁠ of pride between‌​ men.

“Kang‌‌​ Geom-Ma!”

Leon‌​⁠ roared and stomped​ forward.

Boom!‌

He‍‍ advanced with a powerful step, leaning​‌‍ his weight forward.​​

He​‌⁠ planned to use‍⁠‌ the length and⁠‌ strength of his‌ sword to press⁠‌ in.

Grrrrrrk!​

Kang​​​ Geom-Ma stepped forward‌‍ in a quick​‍ motion, pressed down‌‌ on Balmung’s path,⁠​ and pinned it‌ to the ground.‍⁠

He⁠​ did it at​​ near-light speed, skipping⁠‌ all intermediate steps.⁠‌

“……!”⁠‌⁠

Leon⁠​⁠ tried to retrieve​ Balmung too late.⁠ Then he shuddered.‍ He looked up‌‌​ and his left​‌ shoulder was blurred.​

At‍‍ the same time,⁠​‌ his world split​‍‍ in two.

The‌​‌ slash that tore‌ the world stretched⁠​​ all the way‌⁠⁠ to the distant⁠‍ mountains.

Slash.⁠⁠‌

Leon’s‍‌ vision blurred.

Even‌​​ so, he recovered‍ Balmung and was⁠​ hurled backward.

“My…‍ my… body!”

Is‍​​ it intact?

Why‍⁠‌ is it still‌⁠ together?

Didn’t​‌​ he just slice‍ me in half?‍​

Leon,⁠‍ lying far away,‌⁠​ rubbed his neck.‌​‍

His​​​ lips moved like‍⁠⁠ a madman’s.

All​ the students stared​​ at him.

Silence‍ spread.

Maybe​ that’s why Leon⁠⁠‍ was able to‌ think clearly.

And​⁠⁠ then…

“Hahahahaha!”‌

He⁠‍‌ burst into laughter,‍ head thrown back.‍

The‌ students’ faces turned⁠ pale.

It‌‍⁠ was a surreal⁠ scene.

Humans​⁠​ blessed by divine⁠‌‌ grace often suffered​‌ from emotional paralysis.⁠​

That’s​‌ why they were⁠‌‍ less sensitive to⁠⁠ death than normal⁠‍ humans.

Even‌‌ after surviving a battle royale in⁠‌ subspace, they’d recover​ from the trauma​‍ in hours.

But‌⁠ now, they trembled.‌

As‌‌ if they had‌​‍ witnessed something forbidden.​

Amid‌‌ the commotion, the‍⁠ laughter ceased.

“Kang‌ Geom-Ma, you…”

Leon‍‍‍ spoke with difficulty.⁠⁠

“Did‍‌​ you just cut⁠‌ death itself?”

“……”⁠‌

Kang⁠​ Geom-Ma didn’t flinch.​

He‌‌ simply sheathed his⁠​ knives into his‌⁠ forearms and wiped‍‍​ away the blood.‌⁠

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