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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 322: One of the Two Will Die (3)

Chapter 322: One of the Two Will Die (3)

The‍ graduating class of​‍ Joaquin had been​​‍ pretty restless lately.‌‌

As‍‌‌ usual, they were‍ busy badmouthing the‌⁠ director, but today⁠ a new topic⁠​ joined the fray.​

“Did​ you hear about‌⁠ this? They say‌‌ Parsy Academy proposed‍​ an exchange to‍‌ Joaquin.”

“They‌‍ call it an‌‍ ‘exchange’, but it’s‌​‍ just a way​ to look down​‍‍ on Joaquin.”

“Honestly,⁠‍ I think it’s‌‌ fine. Parsy Academy‌‍​ fits the idea⁠‌⁠ of a proper‌‍‍ academy way better.⁠​⁠ Come on, right‍‍⁠ now Joaquin is‍‍​ nothing more than‍ a breeding ground‌⁠ for bastards desperate​​⁠ to climb the⁠​‌ social ladder. It’s⁠‍ so pathetic it‍‍ gives me secondhand‍‍⁠ embarrassment…”

The‌ current graduating class‍ was the third‌ generation after Joaquin‌‍​ Academy’s reconstruction. At‍ that time, the​ nobles still held‌⁠‍ power.

But⁠‍​ everything started to​‌​ shift with the‍‍ fourth generation, now‌‍ second-years.

And‌⁠ by the time​‍⁠ the fifth generation⁠ was admitted, even​‍⁠ bastards and nobles‌​‌ were sharing the⁠ same table.

It​​ was a humiliation‌ the students themselves⁠‌‌ struggled to accept,​ and things weren’t⁠ much better at‌‌​ home either.

So‍‍ all that frustration⁠‍‌ was directed toward​‌‌ the director and‌‍‍ the younger students.​⁠‍

The​‍ truth was, the‌‍‌ graduates knew very‌‍ well who was⁠ truly behind all‌ this.

But​⁠ even mentioning that⁠ person was like‍ gambling with their‍ lives.

Because,‍ of course, it⁠‌‍ was Heavenly Sword.‍​‌

“…”⁠​‍

The‌ moment that dark⁠⁠ hair appeared in‍ their thoughts, everyone​‍‌ who had been‍⁠ complaining fell silent.‌ The hair on​⁠​ their necks stood‌‌​ up. To the​‍⁠ graduating students, Heavenly⁠ Sword was a nightmare.

‘People‌​ praise him as‍⁠⁠ humanity’s hero…’

But‌‍ those who’d crossed​​ paths with him‍⁠ in the halls​ knew the truth.​‍

Heavenly‍‍⁠ Sword, in a word, was a lunatic. Something between‍ a god and‌‍‌ a man, with​ a fragile grasp‍ on humanity.

In​‌​ the fan club,⁠​‍ they called him⁠ “refreshing like soda.”‌‌⁠

Wrong.​ He wasn’t soda.⁠​​ He was hydrochloric‌​‌ acid.

“His‍⁠ behavior can’t even‍ be called uninhibited⁠‍⁠ anymore.”

“Totally.”⁠‍

Just⁠⁠​ one look from⁠‍ him was enough‍​ to make nobles⁠‍​ faint or end‍‌ up hospitalized from‌ the sheer weight​ of his killing‌‍⁠ intent.

Fortunately,‍ he kept a certain line with​‌‍ students—albeit a thin‌⁠ one.

But​​ the moment he‌‍⁠ decided someone wasn’t​‍ worth it, he​‍ became a demon.‍‌​ Some even said⁠ Heavenly Sword was⁠‍​ actually a Demon⁠⁠⁠ King who hadn’t⁠‌​ yet been dealt​‌ with.

“…I’m⁠⁠‌ thinking of transferring‍ to Parsy Academy.”⁠‍

“Are​​ you nuts? You’ve‌‍ only got a year left to​‍‌ graduate and now​‍⁠ you want to⁠ transfer?”

“I​‌ honestly can’t sleep⁠ because I’m so​​⁠ afraid of rubbing‍ that guy (is​​ he even human?)​ the wrong way.‌ I’m only nineteen‌ and feel like⁠⁠ I’m developing arrhythmia.‌​ I’d rather transfer.⁠⁠ Besides, Parsy has‌ a university program.”‌

“Silence.”‌⁠‌

All⁠ eyes turned to​‌ the sharp voice.‌​

Princess⁠ Victoria was glaring‌‍ at them. Was‌‌ it her status?‍ Just her gaze⁠​ crushed the entire⁠​‍ graduating class.

“Well,‍⁠​ Your Highness…”

“Do‍​​ you know why‍‍ we lost the⁠⁠‌ right to speak‍ up? Because we‌‌ act like you⁠ all. Always muttering‌⁠‍ behind backs. Instead⁠‍‌ of speaking out,‍‌‍ you just complain‌‌‍ in the shadows.”​‍

“…”​

“You⁠ call yourselves eagles,⁠ but behave like‌‍​ rats. And even‍ if that’s all​ you say, don’t​​⁠ dare mention Heavenly‍​‌ Sword’s title lightly.‌ It’s for your⁠​‌ own good.”

She‌‍‍ clicked her tongue.‍⁠‌ Then turned her‌‍ gaze back to‍⁠ the window.

In‌‍‍ the sky, thunderclouds‌ clashed with deafening⁠‌ roars.

Her‌ eyes, watching the⁠‍ storm, shimmered with‌ emotion, and the​‌ boys watching her​ from below felt‌​‌ like knights.

They‍ all shared the​ same thought.

“This⁠‍‌ is all… HIS​‌‌ fault!”

“No‌‍ way. I’m going⁠ to tell him‌‍ off right now!”​​

At‍⁠ that moment—

Slide—⁠‍

The‌‌⁠ sliding door opened⁠ and all eyes‍‌‍ turned toward it.​‍‍

Shoes‌⁠⁠ appeared in the​ doorway. Then came‍​⁠ the sound of‍‍⁠ footsteps.

It​ seized the entire​⁠ graduating class.

The⁠‍‌ air pressure changed,​‌ becoming razor-sharp. All‌ around, people held‌‌​ their breath.

The‌ presence crushing the‍⁠ atmosphere made even‌⁠⁠ Princess Victoria slowly⁠​ turn toward the⁠‌ door. Her peach-colored‍ irises widened, and‍⁠‌ she stood up⁠‌ automatically.

With​⁠ a trembling voice,⁠ she spoke.

“Y-You’re…!”​​‌

Heavenly‍ Sword appeared.

Victoria’s​‌ face was filled​⁠ with complex emotions.‍⁠ Curiously, the joy⁠⁠ seemed to outweigh​ the fear.

However,​‍​ Heavenly Sword walked‍‍ to the front‍⁠‌ with an indifferent‍ expression. Then, suddenly,‍ he pointed at​ several students.

“Those‍⁠ I just named,​‍ follow me.”

Among​ them—was her.

***‍‍

Leon‍ and Abel were‌​‍ going to have‌‍‌ a tough time⁠ selecting their representatives.‌‍​

Though​⁠‌ not as much​⁠ as in our‍⁠ time, it was‍⁠ said that the​⁠‌ current first and‌ second-year students were‌‍ quite talented.

Not‌ only the children⁠ of nobles—some special-admission‌ students also showed‌⁠⁠ great promise.

On​⁠ the other hand,⁠‍‍ I didn’t have‌‌ to think too​‍ hard when it⁠⁠ came to selecting‍ someone from the​‌ graduating class.

Princess​‍​ Victoria was, without⁠​‌ a doubt, number‌‍ one.

‘Ryozo⁠​ told me she⁠‍​ wasn’t the type​​​ to rely solely‌ on her noble⁠ lineage.’

Even⁠ though I always​‌⁠ tease her, I have to admit​‍​ Ryozo has a good eye for​ people.

— Princess Victoria’s talent​ is too great‍​ to waste in‍‍⁠ times of peace.​‌‍ Had she enrolled‍‍ during the Second​ Great Human-Demon War,​‌ she would’ve gone⁠ down in history‍‍‌ as a pillar​ of the Victoria‌ Kingdom. If not​‍⁠ for her succession⁠⁠‍ position, she could’ve‌​⁠ been the youngest‌ warrior-heroine in history.​‌

Blessings​⁠ are hereditary.

With⁠‌‌ enough effort, one⁠ can reach a similar level, but⁠‌‌ there’s a limit.⁠‍‌ Sorry to the​ special-admission students, but‌‌⁠ that’s reality.

Though​‍ recently, more common​‍ people seemed to⁠‍‌ be manifesting blessings.‍​

Lycan‍‌​ said it was‌ a consequence of⁠‍ exterminating the false‍ gods.

Still,​​​ the gap between‍‍ blessings remains vast.⁠‌ And if we’re​​ talking royal bloodlines.‌‍

Victoria​ was a direct‌​ descendant of the​ British Empire.

Her‌‍⁠ blessing must be‌‌ among the most‍ powerful in all‍ humanity.

Her⁠ potential was massive.⁠

‘Though⁠​​ her problem is‌‌ that she’s not⁠ fully human yet.’‍

But‍⁠‍ I plan to‍‌ make her human.‌​⁠ That’s why I brought her here​ as a cadet,‌‍‌ along with the‍ others.

‘Well,⁠​‌ at least they’ve​ got sharp eyes.’‌‍​

In‍​​ the end, they’re‌ still graduates.

At​‍‍ first, when they⁠⁠ entered the new​‍ training center, they​⁠‌ couldn’t even swallow​ properly.

But⁠ now they were‌⁠‌ looking straight at​⁠ me. They were‌‌‌ alert.

And‌ with good reason.‍

‘Just‌‌ from the selection​​⁠ alone, they must‍‌‍ realize what’s going​‍‍ on.’

I’d‍‌⁠ gathered only those‌​⁠ who had formed‌⁠​ factions and continually‌ harassed Ryozo. Unless‌‍⁠ they were complete‌‍‍ fools, they’d already‌​⁠ figured it out.⁠‌

I didn’t intend to‌ scold or discipline⁠‌ them. If that‌⁠⁠ had been my​‍ plan, I would’ve⁠‍‌ killed the director⁠‍ of Parsy Academy⁠⁠ yesterday.

I wanted this exchange⁠​ event to proceed​ by the book.‍

That‍⁠ way, the lesson‌‌ would be much‍‍ more effective.

As‌‍ I always say,⁠⁠​ I am the⁠‍ God of the⁠ Sword. And when‍ it comes to‍ “destruction,” I have‍‌ no equal.

If⁠ I put my⁠‍ mind to it,‍ I could split‍ the Earth like‌⁠⁠ an apple. That’s​ who I am.​‍

However—‍‌

‘What’s​​ the point of⁠​ all this?’

This‍⁠ world isn’t flat.⁠⁠‌ It can’t be‌​ neatly divided into​‍‍ light and dark.​⁠ I myself am⁠ not entirely virtuous,​​ so I have⁠​ no qualifications to​​‌ judge others.

I’d‌⁠​ decided to live‍‍‌ respecting everyone in⁠ this world. Sometimes,⁠⁠‌ of course, I go overboard—but I can’t help that.‍​

As​ I said, I don’t have the​ qualifications.

‘Maybe‌‌ I can stop‌​ carrying all this⁠‌‌ weight on my​ shoulders, just a little?’

There‍​ were five cadets⁠ in total. These​ five were the‍ main culprits behind‍ tormenting Ryozo…

“All‌‌‍ right, everyone, listen​​ up.”

I said with a soft smile. Time⁠‍ to put those‍‍ facial muscles to​​‍ work.

“The‍‍ instructors told me.‍ That you’re the‌ best among the‌ graduating class.”

“……”‌​‍

They‍⁠⁠ all stayed silent.​

Though‌‌⁠ their pupils were‍​​ fixed in the‍ same direction.

Princess​‌​ Victoria stood at‍‍ the center of‌ the group.

“It’s​ not official yet,​​​ but you probably​ already know—we’re doing​ an exchange with‍ Parsy Academy. A lot of you⁠​ here want to‌‌ go, don’t you?”​‍​

“…!”⁠⁠

It‍ was a joke—why‌‍‍ did they get⁠‍ so nervous? Did‍ it hit a sore spot?

“Th-That’s‌ impossible, sir Heavenly⁠​‍ Sword.”

One⁠​‍ cadet stepped forward.‍

I’d​⁠‍ already noticed how‍ he looked at‍ the princess, so​⁠‌ I guess young⁠​⁠ love does give⁠⁠​ you some guts.⁠⁠‌

“We’re‍⁠ proud students of‍‌⁠ Joaquin. How could⁠⁠​ we want to⁠ go to Parsy?‌​⁠ I-I’ve always lived​‍ proudly as a Joaquin cadet.”

“Ah~⁠‍ I see. Then⁠ why do you‌‍​ still use words​ like ‘bastard’ and​⁠‍ such? A student‌ from such a proud academy shouldn’t​ be saying that⁠​ nonsense.”

“This⁠‌ isn’t a joke.‍⁠⁠ Speak freely.”

“…I’m⁠‍‍ very sorry…”

I answered seriously.

“What‍ I hate most‍ is when someone‍​​ does something they⁠ later regret. Don’t‌ do it again.‌‌‌ I’ll be watching.”‍⁠​

“…Yes.”​⁠

The⁠ cadet stepped back​⁠​ two paces, completely⁠‌ pale.

Maybe⁠​ out of awkwardness,⁠ the rest fell​‍​ silent too.

One‍‍ even bit his‍ lower lip so‍⁠‍ hard it had‍‍ turned white.

It‌⁠⁠ was like a hailstorm had just‌⁠ hit. I didn’t‍ mean to scare⁠‌ them that much,‍​‌ but my emotions‍‍ ruined the mood‌‌ again.

“I‍ didn’t call you‍⁠ here to scold​⁠‍ you. The reason‌ I gathered you,‍⁠ even though you’re⁠‌ busy, is simply‍‍ to select the‌ representative for Joaquin’s⁠ third-years.”

I said as I pushed my bangs‌⁠ back with one​‌ hand.

The​ cadets started murmuring.⁠ I gave them​ ample time to‌‌ exchange glances, then⁠​ continued.

“I‌ could pick someone‌⁠​ myself, but that‍​⁠ wouldn’t be fair.‍ So I decided‌ to give you,​‌ the top performers‍​ in practicals, a chance. From what‍ I see, you’ve​‌ already got someone‍​ in mind…”

I glanced briefly at​​ Princess Victoria. She‍‌‌ didn’t look away‍ from me for​ even a second.​‌⁠ She deliberately ignored​‍ the gaze brushing‍⁠ against her skin.⁠

“But‌‌‌ in real situations,​ things can change.⁠​‍ So I’ve designed‌‌‍ a test divided‌‍ into three categories.‍ It won’t take‍​⁠ long. We’ll finish‌‍‍ before lunch.”

“…”‍‍‍

“You‍⁠‍ won’t be disqualified‍ over a single‍ test. The subspace‌ will calculate the⁠⁠‌ total score automatically.‍ My opinion will‌‍‌ barely be involved,‍ so it’s fair.”⁠

I also mentioned there’d‌‌ be substantial rewards‌ for those who‌ performed well in‌ the exchange. Though​‌‍ their personalities might⁠⁠⁠ leave something to‍ be desired, the‌‌ cadets here were‌‌​ undeniably top-tier.

If‌⁠‍ they were going⁠​​ to make the⁠⁠ academy shine, they‍‍ deserved appropriate rewards.‌‍

‘Though⁠ part of me⁠‌ still wants to‌ punish them…’

The‍​‍ most important thing​⁠‌ was to win​ the exchange. If⁠ I demotivated them​‍ now, everything would⁠ be for nothing.‍​⁠ I sincerely wished‌‍ at least one⁠ of them would​ win.

When⁠‍ I mentioned the‌‍‍ word “reward,” the‍‍ cadets—until now stiff⁠⁠⁠ and nervous—regained some⁠ vigor.

“What⁠‌‍ will the test‍‍⁠ be?”

Finally,‍ the star spoke.​ Princess Victoria raised​ her chin and‍⁠ asked, but I didn’t answer directly.⁠‌

Crack,‌​‍ Whoosh!

At‌ that moment, the​ lights of the‍ training center flickered‌​ off, then back‌‍ on. Even though‌⁠​ the place was​ new and the‌⁠ bulbs were fine,⁠​‍ they began to‌‍ blink erratically.

Darkness.​‍​

Light.⁠‍

Then‍ darkness again.

The⁠‌⁠ flickering made the​ cadets uneasy. Normally,​⁠ this wouldn’t faze​‌⁠ them—but my presence⁠ amplified their fear.‌‌

Flash!​

Finally,​‌⁠ the outage ended.⁠ Immediately, sunlight filled‌‍‌ the training center.‌ Just as my‍‍ lips were about‍ to curve up—​

“Huh,​‌ huh, huh?”

The⁠⁠‍ five pairs of‌‌⁠ eyes widened in⁠‍‌ disbelief. Understandable.

Behind⁠ me, where just⁠ a moment ago⁠‍ there’d been no‍ one, now stood‍ five figures. A very logical surprise.‍⁠

A group that could⁠‌⁠ steal sleep from⁠ any noble—the Auditore​ di Sicilia were⁠‌‌ with me.

“If​​⁠ you can hold⁠⁠‌ out against them,‌⁠ you’ll pass the​​⁠ first test.”

I sat in a chair brought over‌ by one of‌ the Auditore. Crossed​ my legs and‍​ placed my interlocked‍ hands on my​​⁠ knee.

“The⁠ time limit is‌​ one minute.”

No⁠‌‍ sooner had I finished speaking than‌⁠ the masked ones‌​ darted out like⁠‌‍ gusts of wind.⁠‍⁠

“D-Damn⁠ it!”

“Draw‌‌⁠ your weapons! Now!”⁠​

“L-Like‌⁠‍ they taught us!⁠‌ F-Form up!”

The​⁠ cadets, gasping, unsheathed‌ their weapons and‍⁠ prepared for battle.​​

The​‌‌ metallic clang of⁠‍‌ steel echoed again‌‍‍ and again.

“Even​‌ for final-years, they’re​‌ doing pretty well.”⁠

Knox​‍ muttered beside me,​​‍ standing ready to‍⁠⁠ join the fray.‍‍‌

“Should‌‍ we go easy‌⁠‍ on them?”

“No.⁠ We’re choosing Joaquin‌‍‌ Academy’s representative. We​‍ need to be⁠​ careful. If we‌ pick at random,​‍‍ we might lose.”​

“Wow,‍‍ how thoughtful.”

Knox‌​​ gave a slight⁠ smile, and with‌‍​ a flourish of⁠ air, joined the​⁠ masked warriors, showing⁠ off his sword‍ technique.

It​‍ didn’t take long‌⁠‌ before the sharp‌ sound of metal‍ was replaced by⁠‌⁠ cries for help.‍⁠‍

“P-Please,⁠‍‌ have mercy!”

“Ahhh!‌ A-Aarrgh…”

It​‌‍ was the signal—the‌​‌ rebirth of the⁠⁠‍ faculty’s authority.

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