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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 317: The Transfer Student is a Singularity (5)

Chapter 317: The Transfer Student is a Singularity (5)

A modest seafood restaurant‍​ exuded a simple‌‍⁠ and warm atmosphere.‍‌

A regular customer, a middle-aged man with​⁠ a prominent belly,⁠​ came to the​​ place after a hard day at⁠​ the office, looking‌⁠⁠ to unwind with​‌ a drink before‌‌ heading home.

“Boss,⁠ I’m here.”

“Welcome.‌⁠ What’ll you have?”⁠

“Haha,‍‌ are you seriously‌‌ asking me that?”​

“It’s​‌​ just courtesy. Have⁠‍⁠ a seat.”

As⁠⁠ always, he left‌⁠‍ the menu entirely‌ in the owner’s⁠‍ hands.

For‍⁠⁠ the past three⁠‍ years, the ritual​‌ had been the‌​‌ same while the‍​ owner prepared the⁠ fish, the customer‌ sat at the​‌‌ counter and they‍⁠ chatted leisurely.

It​‍ had become a solid weekly routine.⁠

The‌‍ man watched, mesmerized,‍​ as the owner‍ handled the fish.​ Suddenly, he brought‍‌‌ up a long-standing‌​‌ question.

“Boss,⁠‌⁠ why are you‍⁠ really in such​⁠ a remote place⁠‌ like this?”

“They⁠​ say country folks‍⁠‍ aren’t very friendly,⁠‌‌ but that’s a bit harsh for​⁠‍ someone who just‍​ managed to get⁠‍⁠ a business going.”‌​

For‌ a moment, a dark eye reflected​⁠‍ on the sashimi⁠ knife’s blade before‌​‍ disappearing.

The⁠​ man quickly waved​​ his hand.

“No,‌‌ that’s not what‍⁠‍ I meant… It’s​​‍ just a shame‌ to see your‌​‌ talent go to​ waste here! With⁠ your skill, if​‌ you’d opened in⁠‌⁠ Seoul, you’d own⁠‍ a couple of‌​​ buildings by now.”⁠‍

“I‍ appreciate your words,⁠‌⁠ but my skills‌‌‌ aren’t for show.⁠ They’re just enough‌‌‌ to make a living.”

“I‌‍​ may not have⁠‌‍ a fish’s eye,​ but even I can see your⁠​‍ skill is exceptional.”​

“…Are‍‍ you calling me‍​ a fish now?”⁠‍‌

“It‌ was a joke.”‍​‌

The⁠ owner chuckled lightly⁠⁠ while slicing the‍ fish’s belly. The‌‍ knife’s path was‍‍ fluid—almost elegant.

“Hey​⁠ boss… don’t tell‌‌ me you were⁠ a gangster in​‍​ your youth?”

“And​⁠ if I were,‍‍ would you stop​‌‍ coming?”

“Of⁠ course not! I’m​ already hooked on​‌‌ your food. I tried sashimi elsewhere‌​ the other day​ and couldn’t even‌ finish it. Sashimi‍⁠⁠ isn’t seasoned much,‍​​ right? But the⁠​ fish you serve‍​⁠ is totally different.‌ Especially…”

The‍ man stopped mid-sentence,​‌ looking past the‌ owner’s hand holding​​‌ the knife.

Seeing‍ him swallow hard,⁠ the owner spoke‍ casually.

“Having​⁠ only one hand⁠​ doesn’t stop me​ from living.”

“…That’s⁠‍ not exactly what⁠ I meant.”

“It’s⁠​‍ only annoying when​‌ I’m in the​ bathroom looking for‌ toilet paper.”

“A‌⁠ guy who lives‍ off food shouldn’t⁠‍‌ say things like​ that.”

The‌​ awkward moment faded‌‍​ naturally. The owner‌‍ went back to⁠⁠ his task while‌‍ the customer sipped‍​ his drink.

Then—‍‌​

“Hmm?”​⁠

The‍ customer’s gaze shifted⁠‍ to the side​​ of the counter.‌‌⁠

There​‌‍ was a photo.⁠​

Looking​ closely, it was‍‌ a picture of‌​​ the owner in‌ his youth with‌ a boy.

“I’ve⁠⁠⁠ never seen that‍​‍ photo before. Has‍⁠ it always been⁠ there?”

“That​​ guy who looks‍‌‌ like a gangster…​ was he married?!”​

Maybe‌ the owner sensed⁠⁠ the surprise because‌ he also glanced​ at the photo‍‍⁠ and smiled faintly.‌

It‌ was the first⁠​ time he had⁠‍ smiled like that‍ since the customer​‌ had known him.‍

“That’s⁠‍ my disciple. The​‌ last one.”

“You‍‌‌ had a disciple?‌​ Must’ve been tough​‍‌ to teach with‍ that stern face‌ of yours.”

“It‌‌ wasn’t easy. I thought raising a wild animal would’ve​ been simpler. But…”⁠⁠

The​‍ owner’s lips curved‌ with pride.

“At‍⁠ least with a knife, he was‍ simply incredible.”

“And⁠ compared to you?⁠⁠‌ Did he surpass​‌⁠ you?”

The​ owner served a dish. The shiny‍‍ surface of the⁠‍‌ sashimi reflected the‌​ customer’s face—skill bordering​‌⁠ on divine.

“Comparing‍⁠‌ him to me‌ would be disrespectful.”‌

“That⁠​​ bad, huh? Well,‍⁠‍ I don’t know​⁠ what brought you​ to this corner‌⁠‍ of the country,‌ but seriously, your⁠​‍ skill is among​ the best in​ Korea.”

The⁠ owner shook his‍ head while wiping‍ the knife with⁠ a towel.

“It⁠ wouldn’t be disrespect⁠​ to me. It’d‍​‍ be to him.”​‌⁠

“…What?”‌⁠

“That‌ kid was the‍⁠⁠ best in the⁠‍ country. The most⁠​​ skilled swordsman in​‍​ the land. If⁠‌‍ you like fish,‍⁠ you’ve probably heard​​⁠ of him.”

“The​‍‌ best in the⁠⁠‍ country… the legendary​ swordsman…”

A spark lit up⁠ in the customer’s‌​​ mind.

He⁠​​ recalled hearing about⁠​‍ someone.

A man known as‍ the “God of​‍​ the Sword,” the⁠‌​ finest bladesman in​⁠ the country.

A title that sounded‍⁠⁠ over-the-top, like something‌ from a martial‌⁠‌ arts novel, but​ anyone who had‌ tried his sashimi‌ agreed—it was incomparable.​‍⁠

And⁠ he never stayed​⁠ in one place.‍‍⁠

When⁠ the time came,⁠ he left a resignation letter and⁠‍​ vanished. He changed‌ restaurants just as​ his fame peaked.​‌‌ The story spread‌​ across the country.‌​

A swordsman in the⁠⁠​ most literal sense.​

But‌⁠⁠ he had disappeared‌ about ten years‍⁠ ago and was​​​ only spoken of‌ in hushed tones‍‍ since.

“Quite⁠‍ the disciple you​ had…”

“The‌‌‌ hardest steel makes‍​​ the best blade⁠​‌ once forged. He‌‍ was a lot⁠‍‌ of work, but‍‌‌ he had real​​ talent.”

“You⁠‍‌ didn’t take on​ more disciples after‍‌‌ that?”

“He‌ was the last.‌ So no.”

The‌‌ customer nodded, as‍​⁠ if understanding.

“Makes​‍‍ sense. If your​⁠ disciple was the‍⁠ God of the‌‌⁠ Sword, no one​​ else would’ve measured​‍ up.”

With‍ that, he took​‍⁠ a bite. Ah,‍⁠ that taste made‌ his jaw tingle.​ Every time he‍⁠ ate it, his⁠ mouth watered until​ it hurt.

“Before⁠ him, I had​⁠ seven other disciples.”⁠‍

“Whoa,‍​ you had a culinary empire!”

The‍‍ owner just smiled⁠ without replying.

“By‌⁠⁠ the way, where‍‍ is the God​ of the Sword‍ now? Last I heard of him⁠‍ was about ten⁠‍​ years ago.”

“That‌ kid’s studying abroad.”‌

“…Studying⁠⁠ abroad? What kind‌ of studies?”

“He’s‌‌​ only ever held‍ knives his whole‍‍ life… he needs‌ some moral education…”​​

He‌⁠ staggered.

The‌ owner’s vision warped.‍‌‍ Like he was⁠ wearing 3D glasses,‍​‌ the background split‍‌⁠ into multiple layers.‌‌ Objects crashed to‌​ the floor.

Clang!⁠

He‌‌ clutched his forehead⁠ and slid slowly‍ down the wall‌ until he sat.‍‍ The middle-aged man‌‌ rushed over in⁠ panic, shaking him.‌‌

“Boss!‍ Boss!”

Damn​ it. Had his⁠ time run out?⁠

This‌⁠‍ blue planet he’d‌‍‍ come to—even with⁠​ the help of⁠‌​ the —his liver⁠‌ was finally punishing⁠ him for how⁠‍⁠ well he’d taken‍​ to Earth’s liquor.‌‍‍

‘That‍ kid never stopped‍‍ nagging me about​⁠⁠ drinking less. How‌⁠‍ shameless, trying to‌‌ teach his own‍ father…’

The‍ owner, Ho Ah-Hyun,‍ reached forward with⁠‌ his only hand.⁠ His desperate gesture​‍ pointed to the⁠⁠ photo frame. The‍⁠​ one with him⁠⁠ and that kid…‌

“…Ah…”⁠​⁠

And‍‍ thus, the curtain⁠‌​ fell on his⁠ life.

***‍‍

Everything⁠⁠‍ was white.

So⁠​ white he couldn’t‍‍ tell if his​⁠ eyes were open⁠‍⁠ or shut. In‌​ that foggy, milk-colored‍‌‍ space, the man‍​ slowly sat up.‍ Staring blankly, he‍⁠ muttered.

“…Is⁠​ it finally over?”‌‌‍

The​‌⁠ founding hero, Balor⁠ Joaquin. A man⁠​ bound to an⁠ eternal cycle. That‍​‌ was him.

He‍‍​ opened his eyes​⁠​ again and again‍​⁠ after each life​⁠​ ended. A cruel‌‌ fate never let‌‍ him rest in‍ peace.

He⁠​⁠ couldn’t even remember​ how many unfamiliar‍ ceilings he had​⁠ woken up to.‌ He had counted‍‍ up to life‌‍⁠ number 666, then​⁠ gave up. Including⁠​⁠ accidental deaths, he‌⁠‌ had surely passed‌‍​ the triple digits⁠ long ago.

“This​​ is the first‍​ time something like​​ this has happened…”⁠​

Perhaps‍‌ this white space‍‍ was the final‍ end he had​‌ long hoped for.‌‍​ Ever since that​​‍ dream ten years‌ ago, he was‍‍‌ sure deep down‌‌​ that the boy‌⁠⁠ had saved the‍⁠‍ world.

Maybe⁠‍ because of that,⁠ the chains of‌ endless regression—meant to‍ turn him into​‍‌ a tool to⁠​ save the world—had​‍ finally been broken.‌

“He‌ really became a legend in the‍⁠ end.” Such a praiseworthy son.

Though,​​⁠ in part, he​​ was also worried.​ He feared the⁠​‍ boy might drift‌ too far from‍‌ humanity… He hadn’t‍ been very human⁠⁠ to begin with.​‍ Left unchecked, he‌⁠⁠ could become a monster using the‌‌ name of god.‌⁠⁠

“Am‍‍ I overthinking it⁠‌ with all this‌⁠‍ fatherly worry?”

Just‌‍​ as that concern‍‍ surfaced, footsteps echoed⁠ nearby. Who else‌‍​ could possibly be‌ in a place⁠‌⁠ like this?

Turning⁠‌‍ his suspicious gaze,‌‌ his eyes widened.⁠

“You’re…‌​ the one from‌ that time…?”

“It’s‌⁠‌ been ten years.”‌

A figure outlined only‍‌⁠ in contours flashed‌ a brilliant smile.⁠ Though it was‌ a space of‌‍⁠ absolute nothingness, the‌‌​ dimension around him​‌‍ warped as if⁠​‍ it were collapsing.⁠‌

“Father.”‍

He—the‌‍ God of the‍ Sword—sat before him.​‌‍

“What…⁠​‍ is this…?”

He⁠‍ was both a piece of the‍​ god and a fragment of its​ consciousness.

Simply‌ put a piece‌ of an outer​‌‌ god who ruled​‌ a universe.

“I‌ wanted to give‌‌‍ you time to​‍​ reflect. And for‌⁠‍ this reunion. But‍‍‍ there isn’t much‌ time. This space⁠⁠​ was only created‌ by opening a small tear in⁠‍ the Domain of‌‌​ Suppression. It won’t‌‌ last long, so‌​ I’ll do the‌⁠ talking. Just listen⁠‌ and remember.”

“I’ll‍‌ listen… No, it’s‌ fine…”

The‌​⁠ God of the⁠​​ Sword smiled calmly.​

“For⁠‌ now, that world‍‌ ended with a ‘happy ending,’ just​ as you wanted.⁠ It couldn’t have‌‌ been better.”

“I​⁠ see…”

“But​‍​ there’s a problem.​‍​ The Suppression does‌ not tolerate finished‍ universes. When a story concludes, it​⁠ tries to erase⁠ it from the⁠⁠⁠ world line and⁠‌​ replace it with‍‌ a new universe.​​‌ To use a metaphor the world⁠⁠‌ line has a maximum capacity, and‍ the stories that⁠​‍ take up space⁠⁠ but no longer⁠‍ generate content are‍‌‌ deleted.”

As‌⁠ Balor Joaquin’s face‍​ grew tense, the‍‍ God of the‌‍ Sword continued in‍‌⁠ a cold tone.‌‍

“As​ you know, the⁠‌ Suppression doesn’t distinguish‍ between good and​‍​ evil. It simply⁠​‌ acts. It has​ no will or⁠ judgment. Yet, the⁠​ world you prepared—and‌​⁠ that ‘boy’ brought‌⁠‌ to a close—was‍‌ not deleted from‌ the world line.⁠​ Everyone still lives‍‍ happily there.”

“…”‌

“That‌⁠ kid, who insists‌‌ on remaining human‌⁠ despite transcending divinity,‌ is holding back⁠⁠⁠ the collapse.”

“…I⁠‍​ understand…”

In⁠ short, the world‍​​ line had reached​ its full limit.​⁠ Yet somehow, his⁠ son was containing‍ it all on⁠‌ his own.

As​​​ a result, the​‍ very structure of​ the world line​​‍ was on the​⁠‌ brink of bursting.⁠

Balor⁠ Joaquin went silent.⁠​

He⁠ had lived through⁠⁠ countless eras, believing‍⁠ he had neared‌‍‍ the truth.

‘I‌‌ was reckless.’

Everything‍‍‌ that exists must​‌ come to an‍​ end.

Even‍‌‌ those with absolute‌‍​ power cannot escape​ that principle. It’s​​ absurd.

But‍‍‌ even so…

For⁠⁠‍ something to begin,​⁠ there must be⁠‌‍ an end. Like‌⁠ when the First​‌‌ Great Human-Demon War‌ ended and the‍‌ Joaquin Academy was​⁠‍ founded.

Crack.‌‌

The‍⁠​ white space began‌‍ to fracture. Cracks‌ and chaotic breaks‌‍​ appeared everywhere.

“What‍ do you wish‍‌​ to do, Father?”⁠ asked the God​‍ of the Sword.⁠

“Will⁠⁠‍ you let your​‍ world vanish as‌‌ it was meant‌ to?”

“I…”​​

His⁠​‍ lips trembled.

Through​⁠ infinite regressions, he‍ had come to​​​ understand Suppression always⁠​‍ acts for the​ greater good of‌​‍ the universe.

And‌​​ if someone interferes,​‍ consequences follow—no matter‌ when.

Still.​​

“…I…”⁠

They​​ say no father⁠ can defeat his​ son.

“I⁠⁠‌ will honor my​ son’s will.”

Balor​ Joaquin rose against‍ the Suppression.

“Ha‌‌ ha ha ha!⁠⁠​ I knew you‌‍​ would!”

The‌‌ God of the‍ Sword burst into​⁠​ laughter, clutching his​⁠ belly. Much of‍‍​ the shared space​​ between the two⁠‌‌ began to crumble‍​ into dust.

“You’re⁠​‍ going to try‍‌ to stop the⁠‍ end of the‌‍ world?”

“But‍ what can I possibly do…?”

“What‍⁠​ is your title,⁠⁠‍ Father?”

The​⁠‍ Founding Hero.

The​‍ Hero of the​​‍ Beginning.

“There⁠‍ were many heroes‌ before you. But‌ they call you‍ specifically the ‘Founding‍‌ Hero.’ You know,‌‌‍ at least vaguely,​‌⁠ why that is—don’t⁠⁠ you?”

“Winning⁠ the First Great‌​ Human-Demon War was⁠⁠ huge, yes… But‍ not enough to​ earn that title.”​​

With⁠ each regression, his‌‌ past memories had​ grown dim. The​​‍ further back a life was, the‍ more fragmented the‌‌ recollections.

“Because‍ there is a beginning, there can‍ be an end.”‍⁠‌

The⁠ God of the⁠ Sword embraced Balor‌⁠ Joaquin.

The⁠‌‌ smooth, egg-like surface‍‍​ of his body‌ broke apart, revealing‍‌​ black hair.

“Begin​‍‌ again.”

Balor‌‍​ Joaquin felt a lump in his‌⁠‌ throat. Part of​‍ that emotion was‍ because the space⁠​⁠ held by the​​ God of the⁠⁠ Sword had collapsed,⁠ and the ground⁠​ beneath them was⁠ falling away.

But‌ more than that—​

“Please,⁠ go and save‌‍‌ me.”

He‌​⁠ understood immediately. The⁠​‌ God of the‌⁠​ Sword was transferring‌‍ all his divine‍⁠​ power to Balor‌‌⁠ Joaquin.

Since⁠ Kang had saved‍​ the universe and​ stopped the cycle⁠​ of infinite returns‍‍ from Suppression, the‍‍ God of the‍​‌ Sword was sacrificing⁠⁠​ himself to seal⁠‍ it one final‌​ time.

That‍‍ meant Balor Joaquin‌‌‍ would never see​‍‍ him again.

The​‌⁠ being who had⁠ walked beside him⁠‌ since he took‍ the name Balor‌⁠ Joaquin would vanish⁠⁠ forever.

“Father…”⁠

The​‌‍ God of the​‌ Sword pulled back⁠‌‍ a little, smiled,‍‍ and said.

“May‌‍ the blessing of‍⁠​ the gods go⁠‍ with you.”

Light‍⁠ shimmered in Balor‌ Joaquin’s eyes.

***​​

[Suppression‌‍ has detected an‍‌ anomaly.]

[※​⁠‌ Interference from impure‌ element detected! ※]‍‌‌

[Suppression‌‌ will begin identification‌​​ of the cause…]⁠⁠

[Loading⁠​ ■ロロロ]

[Complete!]‍​⁠

[Identifying​⁠‍ the true nature​⁠​ of the “impure‍‍⁠ element??”]

ニニニニ‍‌

Name:‍⁠ Balor Joaquin

Age:‍‌⁠ –

Abilities:⁠‍‌ Blessing of 00,‌‍⁠ Demonic Eye of‌‍ the Ring

Titles:‌ Founding Hero, One-Armed‌ Swordsman, He Who⁠ Knew the Truth,​‌ Master of the‌⁠‌ Heavenly Eye Sword⁠‌‌

Achievements:⁠⁠ Founder of Valhalla,⁠‍‌ Trainer of the‍ Einherjar, Creator of⁠ DD

Unique​ Traits: Human trapped​​ in karma, Mortal⁠ blade that shatters‍‌⁠ immortality, Father of‍‍‍ all things

True‌‍ Name (Special): In‌‌​ process of identifying​ the name of⁠​⁠ the first iteration​ (···)

[Individual​ classified as level‍‍ GX, shrouded in⁠ a veil.]

[Time‌​ required for full‍ identification pending.]

[…]⁠​‍

[Identification‍ of True Name‌​‍ (Special) completed.]

–Flash!–​‌

[He‌​‌ who lost an‌​‍ eye by abandoning​‍ the Vision of‍‌​ Balor.]

[He‌​‍ who heralded the⁠‌ beginning of the‌⁠‍ Bilskirnir saga and‌​‌ became the Founder.]⁠

[He‍⁠‍ who enabled the‌⁠ gathering of the‍ Ravens of the⁠‍ Inverted Sky.]

[He​ who will interrupt‍‍ the Apocalypse, act‍‍⁠ of Suppression.]

[His‌‌⁠ true name is‌​‌ Odin (PONPAPY).]

***‍

『Proceeding‍⁠ with Ragnarøk』

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