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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 323: One of the Two Will Die (4)

Chapter 323: One of the Two Will Die (4)

The‍‍ life path that‌ seems comfortable to‌‌ others may actually​ be filled with⁠ tremors more violent‌​ than a seismograph​‍ for the one​‌ living it.

Everyone​⁠⁠ carries their own‌​​ twists of fate,‌⁠‍ but most people⁠​‌ assume that if⁠‌ someone holds a good job, title,‌​‍ or position, they⁠‌ must have had‌​​ an easy life.​​​

That’s‌‍ not entirely wrong.​⁠

Somewhere‌⁠‍ in the world,‍‍ people are dying‌⁠ of hunger, while​⁠ being born a noble—or even royalty—guarantees⁠ you a full‍ stomach to the​ point of excess.‍

But​‌ is that all‍‍​ a human lives‍ for?

Even‍‍ less so when‍ it comes to⁠‍ a hero they⁠⁠ must aspire to⁠‍ something more, and‍ the burden they⁠⁠‌ bear is infinitely‍‌​ heavier than that⁠​ of others.

That’s⁠⁠‍ why the pressure‌ on the rightful‌‌‌ heir of humanity’s​ most powerful empire—the‍ British Empire—must be‌ hard for the‌ average person to‍ even imagine.

‘I​‌⁠ understand.’

But‍ that doesn’t give‍ him the right⁠​⁠ to abuse others.​​‌ As I said,​‌‌ everyone has their⁠​​ own circumstances.

And‍⁠ it is precisely​‌⁠ a hero who⁠​‍ must overcome those​​ adversities.

In‌‌⁠ my opinion, it’s‍ that moment of‌⁠‍ triumph that defines⁠‌‍ a true hero.​​​

By‍ that logic, I’m​‍​ still far from‌ considering myself an‌​ adult.

But‍ if I combine​ my past life​⁠ with this one,‌⁠​ I’ve lived enough.​⁠ So I think⁠‍‌ I’ve earned the⁠‌ right to teach‍ these warm-blooded kids‍⁠ the bitter taste​ of life.

And⁠ if not, well,​⁠ too bad.

Anyway.‍‌‌

That’s‍⁠​ how humans learn⁠‍ empathy. Realizing they’re⁠ not the only⁠‍​ ones who suffer⁠​‌ in this world.⁠⁠‍ That process, to⁠​ me, is the⁠⁠⁠ essence of “humanity”‌ and “life.”

Even‌ if others don’t‌⁠ understand, you can​ believe me. Because⁠⁠ that’s how I was in my​⁠​ past life.

When​ I thought I was the most​‍ unfortunate person in⁠‌‌ the world my‍‌‍ master told me⁠​​ I wasn’t.

Of‍‍‍ course, the method⁠​ he used wasn’t‌⁠ kind words, but⁠ rather the “sashimi⁠‍ of love,” which‌‍‍ left me a bit traumatized. But‍ even so, I learned.

I don’t know if‍ there’s a better⁠‌‍ method than the​ “sashimi of love”​ to treat teenagers‌ with an inferiority‍⁠ complex who think⁠​ the universe revolves‌‌ around them, yet‌‌‍ still feel miserable.​

Kyaaaaaaaaah!‌⁠‌

So‌ that scream you​‌‌ just heard is‍ the sound of⁠ a senior cadet⁠‍ growing up. Because​​‌ growth, by definition,‌⁠ always comes with⁠ pain.

— When are you​‌ gonna grow up,⁠‍ brat?!

I learned that from⁠‌​ you, sir!

That’s⁠⁠‌ like spitting at‍⁠ the sky, ahjussi.‌⁠‌

***‍‍‍

“Haa,‌​ ha.”

The⁠ Auditore surrounded Princess‌‌⁠ Victoria and the‍‍ male cadet in​‍ a circle.

After‌⁠ wiping blood from⁠​‌ their swords, the‌ masked ones began‍‌‌ to tighten the‍⁠​ formation slowly.

The⁠ pressure the two‌⁠ cadets felt must’ve‌ been on par‍‌​ with that of‌‌‍ an active hero‌​⁠ in battle.

‘Especially⁠‌‍ since their opponents​ are the Auditore.’‍‌​

Even‍ so, neither showed‌‍ signs of surrender.‌‌‌ Back to back,⁠⁠ they raised their‍​​ weapons with all⁠​​ their strength.

Both​ faces were pale,​‌‌ though the boy​ looked worse. After‍ all, he only⁠​​ had one arm.‌⁠

And‌ to make it‍ worse, the group‌‌ approaching with murderous​⁠ intent was the​​⁠ dread of all‌⁠ nobles—the Auditore.

‘They‍ won’t sleep peacefully‍​ for a while.’⁠

And⁠⁠⁠ that wasn’t all.​​

Bits⁠ of flesh and​⁠⁠ fat rolled across⁠‌ the floor. All​ others, except these​ two, had fallen‌ to the Auditore’s‍‍ swords.

Even‍ though it was​‍ within a subspace​‌ and no one⁠ died for real,‍‍ the psychological blow‍ of seeing your​‍⁠ allies “die” must⁠ be devastating.

Maybe⁠ that’s why—

“Uuh…‍‌ uuh…”

The​‍​ male cadet began‌ to sob.

Being​‍​ dragged into this⁠​​ situation was already‍ unfair enough—and now​ he was going⁠ to die (even‍ if only within​​ the subspace). At​⁠⁠ that point, one‌​​ might want to‌‌‍ throw away pride‌ and everything else.‍‍

“No…‍‌ haa… don’t cry…”‌‍

“Hic.”⁠

The‌ princess snapped at‌‌‌ him, and the‌ cadet flinched.

“Crying​​‍ isn’t going to‌‍‌ change anything! Will​ that fix it?‍‍​ If so, then​​ stop getting in⁠ the way and‍​ just go offer​‍ your neck already.”⁠‍‌

“P-Princess…”⁠⁠

“Crying‌ is just an‌⁠‌ excuse. We are​‍ heroes. We’re the‌ ones who must‍‍ find a way⁠‌ even in despair.‍ Things are already​‌​ hard enough—you’re making‌ it worse!”

After‍ glaring him down,⁠ the princess took‌⁠ a deep breath.‌ Her eyes still‍ burned with determination.⁠

I have to admit—I‍‌ was impressed. And​‌ surely the Auditore,‌​ behind their masks,‌‍ thought the same.​

Until​‌‍ now, I thought‍‍‌ she was a princess blinded by​⁠⁠ pride. But it⁠​⁠ seems I’ll have​​​ to take that‌‌‍ back.

Rather,‍⁠ Ryozo’s assessment—despite their‌​ rocky relationship—was right‌ on point.

Princess⁠ Victoria was already⁠​ beyond student level.⁠

Her‌​ mental fortitude and⁠ combat poise under‍ pressure—the two most⁠ essential traits of⁠‍⁠ a hero. She‌‍ had both in​ spades.

“Just…‍‍ just a few​ more seconds. If​⁠ we hold out⁠ a bit longer,‌​ we can do⁠​ this.”

“Sniff…⁠​‌ Okay…”

After‍‍‌ the harsh scolding,​‌​ came encouragement. And‍​ the boy’s eyes,​​‌ once full of⁠⁠⁠ resignation, regained a spark.

— Impressive.

Knox⁠‌‌ spoke to me‍‌​ via telepathy.

‘What’s⁠​ your assessment from‍⁠‍ your perspective?’

— Far beyond my⁠‍ expectations.

‘I‌ agree.’

— If I were‌⁠⁠ you, Heavenly Sword,​ I’d be rejoicing.⁠ Having someone like‌​‌ her as a disciple is a blessing.

…?​‍​

— She might not‍ meet all your‌ standards, but among‌⁠‌ the nobles I’ve‍⁠ met recently, she’s⁠‌​ without a doubt‍​ the most talented.‍​

Upon⁠ hearing that, a wave of nostalgia⁠ hit me, and​ his voice faded​‍ from my mind.⁠
Because I remembered​​ something the master​ once said.

That⁠⁠ out of all​ the disciples he’d⁠‍ had, I was,‌⁠ without question, the‌ most talented. Even‍‌⁠ though he put‌‍ me through hell,‌‌ he never stopped‍ bragging about me⁠ to his clients.⁠‍

‘Father…’⁠‍‌

You⁠ were a true‌‌ adult.

Even​ while living as​ an eternal returnee,‌ when emotions would​‌ normally be worn​ down to the‌‍​ nub, you gave‌‍ everything to me‌⁠ freely, treated me‍⁠‍ like a disciple‍ and a son‍​ you were proud⁠ of.

Damn​ it—am I hitting​‌ menopause early at‌ this young age?⁠⁠ I can’t stop‍ picturing his face,‌⁠ even though I know I’ll never‌ see him again.‌‌

If‌⁠‌ there’s one thing⁠ I regret from⁠‌ Earth, it’s not‍‌ saying goodbye to​​ him before I left.

— About 10 seconds‌‍‍ left. Should we‍ stop?

Knox’s​ voice shattered my‌‍⁠ thoughts like broken‌ glass. I shook​⁠​ my head.

And‌‌‍ I said out‌​ loud,

“Everyone,​ fall back.”

“……?”‍​⁠

I dusted myself off⁠⁠ and stood up.​⁠ The Auditore, the⁠⁠ princess, everyone looked‌​ at me with⁠‍ confusion.

“I’ll​ handle the rest‌​‌ of their training.”⁠

I untied the cord‍ of Murasame and​‌ gestured to the‌ Auditore to withdraw.⁠⁠ They hesitated at‍⁠⁠ first but eventually‌ nodded.

They​‌ withdrew gradually, dissolving⁠‌ the stalemate.

Amid⁠‌⁠ the sudden change​‍‍ in atmosphere, the‍​‌ male cadet looked⁠​​ bewildered—but Princess Victoria‌​ was different.

She⁠ looked me straight⁠​ in the eye,‍‌‌ biting her lip‍​ hard.

‘…?’‌

Yet‌ for some reason,‌​‌ her cheeks were‌‍ slightly flushed, and‌ dimples appeared. I squinted, and just⁠ then, she returned⁠ to her cold​​ expression, as if‌ nothing had happened.‍⁠

“Is​​⁠ this a private​​ class with the‌ Heavenly Sword?”

Said‌ the princess.

“You⁠​ are a princess,‌​​ after all. I must treat you‍ accordingly.”

“Then‍‍‍ I’ll take the‌​⁠ initiative as a courtesy.”

“Whatever​ you want.”

The​‌ princess stepped forward‍ boldly.

Boom!‌​​

With‍ a crack in​ the stone floor,‌ her figure drew‍‌ so close it‌⁠ filled my eyes.‌‍‌ So close our‌ breaths mingled.

‘I⁠ didn’t expect her⁠ to have so‍ much energy left.’⁠

I’ve⁠‍ decided—you’ll be the‌​ representative.

Tap.‌​⁠

Right​ on cue, the‌​ cord of Murasame​​⁠ slithered to the‍‌ ground like a coiled snake.

[The‌ blessing of the‍‌ God of the​‍‌ Sword manifests.]

A sound rang out—as⁠​ if signaling the​‍⁠ start of a lesson.

+++++++++++++++++++‌​‍

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

+++++++++++++++++++‌

The⁠ flash of the⁠ sword shot forward‌‌⁠ like an arrow​⁠⁠ released from a bowstring.

***‍‍​

At​‍​ that very moment,​⁠​ in the demonic⁠ subspace Gehenna—

“Chirr,⁠ chirr, chirr? (Can​‍ you really live⁠ in a place‍⁠‌ like this?)”

“Chirrrr.‌​‍ (And how would⁠ I know?)”

“Chir‌​⁠ chir chir. (Only⁠ He would know…‌‌ ramen.)”

Five‌‍‌ squirrels were huddled⁠⁠⁠ together, watching something‍‍​ intently. Collective intelligence⁠‍‍ sparkled among them.​‌

They‍ weren’t native to‌‌ the demonic subspace.‍‌ They had departed‌‍ from Joaquin Academy,​ faced countless calamities,‍⁠ and finally crossed‌ the Gate of‍‌‍ Gehenna.

It⁠‌‌ was only possible​ because they were​ the elite of​​ the elite, personally‌ summoned by the‌⁠ Great Lord!

Even⁠‍⁠ though three of⁠‍⁠ them had lost‍⁠‍ patches of fur​ from stress, they‍‌‍ had entered Gehenna‍​​ with pride.

Surely,⁠​‍ the Great Lord​ had called them‌‍ for a mission⁠ that would determine‌ the fate of‍​‍ the entire squirrel‌ race.

Even⁠ if they were⁠ used as carrier⁠ pigeons—no, squirrel messengers—they‌‌ were willing to‍​​ embrace that role‍‍‌ with honor.

These‍‍‍ elite squirrels, slipping​​​ through the forest‍​‌ of the demonic⁠‍​ subspace like ninjas,​‌ found a human⁠​ man. Though different‍ species, they felt‍⁠ a strange sense​‍ of familiarity—as if‌‌ they had encountered‌⁠​ someone from their‌‌‌ homeland in this‍‍‍ wasteland.

So​ they stopped and⁠‌‌ approached the man.⁠​

“(He’s‍‌⁠ not moving.)”

“(What‍⁠‍ if he’s a demon?)”

“(Did‌⁠ you lose your⁠⁠⁠ eyesight along with‌​ your fur? He’s‍​‍ clearly human. Rounded⁠ ears, skin the⁠ color of living‌ flesh.)”

“(Correction.‌ That statement is‌​ rather misleading.)”

“(Ugh,​ you’ve gotten so‍​ philosophical since we‍⁠‍ arrived in the⁠‍ demon subspace.)”

“(Correction.⁠ Everyone has a black dragon sealed‌ in their heart…)”‍

The‍ elite squirrels argued‍ heatedly around the​ man lying on⁠‌‍ the ground.

Only‌⁠ the secretary squirrel⁠‍​ approached the man’s​ philtrum to check‍‍ for signs of‌​‌ life.

“(I’m​​‌ getting a strange​‍ sense of déjà‍ vu…)”

One​ asked.

“(From⁠‍‌ what?)”

“(Doesn’t⁠ he look like‌ His companion?)”

“(Ah~‌‍ you mean the​ hero of humanity.‍​ Hmm… aside from⁠‍ the facial features,⁠‍ yeah, he kinda‌⁠ does.)”

“(So,‍‌ in other words,‌​ he looks nothing⁠ like him.)”

The⁠​ secretary squirrel sighed‍‍‍ and looked at‌‍ the man again.‍

At‌​ that moment, the​​ man suddenly sat‌​ upright.

“Chiiiiiiiiirr!‍‍‍ (Damn it, you‍⁠⁠ scared me!)”

The⁠ man’s eyes snapped‍‌ open, staring straight‌⁠‌ at the secretary​ squirrel. The squirrels​ panicked and scattered⁠ in all directions.‍

The‌ secretary tried to​ flee too, but‍‍‍ her paws lifted⁠​⁠ off the ground.‍

The‍⁠ man had picked​​⁠ her up by‌​ the neck with‍ two fingers. Suspended‍ in the air,​​⁠ the squirrel closed‍​ her eyes.

“(Master‍ Lycan… even if‌ I don’t make⁠ it…)”

“You⁠‌‍ said Lycan?”

“(…Even​ if I don’t,‍‌ I…?)”

The​‍‍ secretary squirrel stopped‍⁠ struggling and turned⁠​​ her head. Her⁠​​ eyes widened like‍⁠‌ cherry tomatoes.

“(A‌‍‍ human understands our⁠ language?)”

“After⁠ repeating so many⁠⁠​ regressions, you end‌⁠‍ up learning all‌⁠ kinds of useless​​​ things. Squirrel language‍‌ is just one​ of them.”

The‌ man slowly leaned‌‍ forward. A withered​‌ leaf slid across‍‌‍ his abs.

“Now​⁠ then.”

His‌‍ gaze turned cold‍‍‌ and heavy.

“You⁠ said… Lycan?”

***​​

The​⁠⁠ selection had originally‌ been planned in‌‌ three phases, but‌‍ the first seemed‍ more than enough.‌‌ The cadet who‍ endured alongside the‌​ princess showed potential,⁠​‌ but the benchmark‌‍‍ was simply too⁠ exceptional.

When​‍⁠ the training subspace‍‌ dissolved, the cadets⁠ remained stunned for⁠⁠ quite some time.⁠ Even though the​​‌ Auditore had held‍​ back, their level‍‍ was far too⁠ overwhelming for cadets‍ to endure.

I called for the⁠ medical team.

After‌‍⁠ leaving the exhausted​⁠ cadets in their​​⁠ care, I cleared‍⁠ the room along​⁠ with the Auditore‍‍‌ and the instructor.‌‍

As‌ soon as I stepped outside, sunlight⁠​ hit my face.‍‍⁠

“Good​​‍ work.”

“It‌ was nothing, Lord⁠​‌ Heavenly Sword.”

With‍⁠‍ the warmth of‌‌ the sun, the​​ Auditore melted into‍‍​ the shadow of​ my silhouette. Knox‌ also gave me‍‌⁠ a brief glance‍‌ before vanishing like⁠⁠ a ghost.

“Whew,⁠​ how many days⁠⁠‌ has it been⁠ since I moved​ my body?”

I stretched, twisting my⁠⁠ waist side to‌‌‍ side. Just then,‍​ as I was‌ heading toward the‍⁠ main building…

Rolin~‍

I received a message.​⁠ Upon checking, it​‍⁠ was from Speedweapon.​⁠⁠ It hadn’t been‍‍​ long since he‌⁠ was sent to​‌⁠ the demonic subspace—was‌ he already back?​

“Looks​ like the Association‌ called him.” Even⁠​ so…

‘Did⁠ he bring it?’‍

I got excited. It​‍ was because the​⁠‌ package I had⁠‌ been waiting for⁠ had finally arrived.​‌

But​⁠ as I hummed⁠​⁠ and tapped the​‍⁠ screen, my hand​‌‌ froze mid-air.

ニニニニニニニニニニニニ⁠‌​

[Potion]:​ Sorry. I made‌ a mistake.

Me:‌⁠ ?

[Potion]:‍ I brought what​‌ you asked for.‌‌‌

[Potion]:​‌⁠ ……But something else⁠⁠ came with it.‍

Me:⁠ ???

Me:‌ What thing??

[Potion]:⁠‌ …A girl who⁠⁠‍ looks exactly like​⁠ you……,

[Potion]:⁠​ Aaagh no f***ing​ way!!

[Potion]:‌‍ Hide today, no‍‌⁠ matter what!!

[Re-invite​ to chat]

A chill ran down‍​ my spine.

…Ah,‍⁠ so this is⁠⁠ what the seniors⁠ had felt back​⁠ then.

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