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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 324: One of the Two Will Die (5)

Chapter 324: One of the Two Will Die (5)

Leon⁠⁠ received an emergency​⁠ call from Choi‌⁠‍ Seol-Ah.

He​​​ was in the⁠​ middle of selecting‍⁠⁠ the first-year representative‍⁠⁠ but was struggling‌‍⁠ to find a cadet who stood‍⁠ out, so he​ was already quite‍ stressed.

However,​‌​ on the other‍​ end of the​‌‍ smartphone, Choi Seol-Ah’s‍ voice sounded choppy‍‍ and frantic.

— There’s no time‍ to explain, just​‌ hurry…

Choi‌‌‍ Seol-Ah didn’t even‍⁠ finish her sentence‌ before hanging up.‌ Her relationship of​‍‌ devotion to Kang‌ Geom-Ma was still⁠⁠‍ very much alive.‍

Moreover,​⁠‍ after ten years,‍‌ her gaslighting had⁠⁠‍ been perfected.

Only‍‌ the two involved‍‌ knew the full​​‍ details, and it‍⁠‍ was a secret⁠⁠ they intended to‍​‍ take to the‌‌‌ grave.

That’s​‍‍ why Choi Seol-Ah‍ warned the strongest‍​⁠ hero she knew‌ that her “lord’s”​⁠ life was in​ danger.

If‍‌ things went wrong,‌‌ her lord might​ become another star‍⁠‍ in the sky⁠‍⁠ tonight.

‘At⁠ the hands of‍‌ his two wives,‍ Ryozo and Abel…’‍​​

Of⁠​ course, Speedweapon might‌‍ die in the‌‍​ process too, but‍​ she didn’t care.​‍

After​‌ all, if anyone⁠‍‍ was to blame⁠‍​ for endangering her⁠⁠‌ lord, it was‍​‍ Speedweapon. Maybe it​​⁠ wouldn’t be so‌⁠ bad if he⁠ ended up a wandering spirit.

With‌‍‍ that twisted villain​ mindset, Choi Seol-Ah​ conveyed the urgency‌ of the situation⁠‌​ to Leon.

— You have to⁠‍ get here as⁠ soon as possible.​

Sensing⁠​⁠ something was terribly​‍⁠ wrong, Leon dropped​‌ everything he was⁠ doing and headed​​ straight for the‌​ director’s office.

‘My​ whole body is​​​ trembling.’

That‍ was Leon’s first⁠‍​ thought as he‌ grabbed the doorknob.​‍ Even from the‌ outside, the atmosphere​ in the director’s⁠‌​ office was unnerving.‍

That​ needle-sharp aura was‌‍​ unmistakably killing intent.⁠‌

And​‍ who could exude‍⁠ such intense murderous‌⁠ intent that even⁠​ a hero-in-training would​⁠ feel nervous?

‘Abel‍‍ and Ryozo.’

What⁠‍ the hell was⁠​‌ going on in​‍‌ there? Leon hardened​​ his expression and⁠⁠ opened the door.‌

“Kh…!”​⁠​

Involuntarily,​ he raised a hand to shield‌‍⁠ his eyes. The‌ concentrated killing intent‌ hit him like​‍ a wave.

Squinting,‍⁠ he scanned the​‍ room. Four people‌⁠‍ were seated on⁠ the sofas.

The​⁠ first person he‍ saw was Ryozo‌‌ in the main‌ seat.

She‌‍⁠ had dark circles‍‍ under her eyes,‌‍​ and her gaze⁠‍ burned like ghostly​​ flames.

Abel’s⁠⁠ face was no‍⁠ better.

Her​‌‌ eyes were filled‌​ with hostility as⁠ she stared ahead.‌‌

Goooooo…⁠

Apparently,​⁠ Leon’s entrance didn’t​‌ matter to them⁠‍‌ in the slightest.‍‍

All‍ their attention was⁠​​ fixed on the‌‍ sofa across from⁠ them.

Leon‌‌ turned his head⁠ as well.

Speedweapon’s​​ face was completely‍‍​ pale, as if‍‌​ he were about⁠​‌ to die.

His⁠‌​ fists, resting on​‌ his thighs, trembled‍​ so violently that​‌ it was pitiful‌⁠ to watch.

‘What⁠⁠⁠ the hell did‌​ you do, Speedweapon…?⁠ Uh, huh?’

Leon​ blinked, then his‍‍ eyes widened.

It‌ was because of‍​ a girl.

A face he was‌⁠​ seeing for the‍​ first time—but at‍ the same time,‌ it felt oddly​‌ familiar, as if⁠⁠ he’d seen her‍ that very morning.‌⁠

Isn’t‌‍‍ she identical to⁠‌‍ Kang Geom-Ma?

The​‍ girl gave off‌ a sharp, metallic⁠⁠‌ scent. It was‌‍‌ the distinctive smell​ of Gehenna.

Leon,‍​‌ who had been​ born and raised‍‍ in the demon‌​ realm and had⁠‍ only recently returned‌⁠ from there, recognized​‍‍ it immediately. And⁠ then all the‌ pieces of the⁠ situation started to​​ fall into place.‍⁠

A girl who looked‍ like Kang Geom-Ma.‍⁠ That thick scent​​​ of Gehenna. And‍ his two wives,‍⁠‌ unable to hide‌ their fury.

Judging‌‌​ by all of⁠‌ that…

‘You​ brought this on‌​ yourself, Kang Geom-Ma.’‌‍⁠

***‌‌⁠

Run.​‌ Not just to⁠‌⁠ Gehenna.

Flee‌ far, to the‍‌ moon where we‌ fought a bloody⁠‍‌ war ten years⁠‌‍ ago.

‘Otherwise,‌ Speedweapon will die.’‌

At​​‍ least one must⁠⁠ survive. For the‍ sake of humanity,⁠​ Leon considered it⁠‌ reasonable for Speedweapon‌ to be the⁠​ one to make⁠‌ the sacrifice.

Slide.‌‍

His​⁠​ eyes met those​ of the black-haired‌⁠‍ girl who was⁠ nibbling on a red bean paste‍ snack atop the‍​ stone table.

Leon​​ was overcome with​⁠‍ a strange sensation.​​‍

It‌⁠‌ was because when⁠⁠ he looked into⁠⁠‍ those unrealistically beautiful⁠⁠ eyes, it felt‍ like his soul‌ was being dragged‌‌ into an unfathomable‌⁠‍ abyss.

Deep,⁠‍‍ serene black eyes.​‍ As if hell‌‍‍ itself had been‌‌‍ condensed into two⁠⁠​ orbs—it was impossible​ to gauge their​ depth.

He⁠‍ had seen countless‌​ outstanding students that‌‍ day.

Yet​ he was certain—none⁠ had eyes as⁠​ profound as hers.‌⁠ There was an⁠ extraordinary potential radiating​​​ from her.

Ryozo⁠​ and Abel also⁠‍ turned their gazes‌⁠⁠ toward Leon.

Even‍‍ Speedweapon, who until​ then had kept‌‍ his head down‍‌⁠ like a condemned​‍⁠ man, lifted it‍⁠ slightly.

A moment of silence.⁠⁠‌

“Bal…​ du… re?”

Finally,​‍‌ the girl spoke.​⁠⁠

***‌

Even‌ though I hadn’t‌ heard all the⁠⁠ details from Speedweapon,​ I could sense⁠ the gravity of⁠‍​ the situation.

It‍ was that kind‍‍ of sixth sense‍‌ only married men​ have, coupled with​​‌ the blaring alarms​​‍ of my inner​‌ divinity.

As⁠ a first hideout,​ I chose Volundr’s‌‍‍ smithy.

I know it sounds‍‍ crazy, but I wanted to see‍⁠​ with my own‍​ eyes the item​‌ Speedweapon had brought‌‌​ from the Demon⁠ Realm.

It⁠ was the material‍​⁠ I had waited⁠ for so long.​⁠ I couldn’t miss‍ the birth of‍‌ my new gear.‌ I’d regret it‍​⁠ forever.

What‍‌‍ could I do?⁠‍​ I’m Korean. Even⁠ if I wear​ rags, my in-game‍⁠⁠ weapon can’t look‍‌‌ shabby.

With‍ that warrior DNA‌⁠ etched into my​ brain, even I couldn’t resist.

‘The​ most obvious spot‌ is the one‌⁠‍ most overlooked. Even‍ if Ryozo releases​‌ the instructors, they’ll⁠‌ probably ignore Volundr’s⁠‍ workshop.’

I walked toward the‌ workshop with a mix of tension⁠‍ and excitement. Were‍‌ my feelings being⁠‌ returned?

Volundr​ opened the door⁠‌ only partially. But⁠⁠ he didn’t let‌​⁠ me in.

“Sorry,​⁠⁠ but I can’t​‍‌ take you in⁠‌‍ today.”

“…Huh?‌⁠⁠ Is something wrong‌ with your body?”⁠‌

“…The‌ director gave me​‌‍ an order. If‍‌ you came, I was to inform‌ her immediately.”

“Wow…”​⁠

I thought I’d taken⁠ her by surprise,​‍ but it seemed⁠​ her claws had‍​ already reached this⁠ place. What the‍⁠ hell had happened⁠‌ for Ryozo to‌‌ act so quickly?⁠​

At‍‌ the very least,⁠‌ I decided I wouldn’t return home‌​​ today.

“Thanks,‍‌‌ ahjussi.”

I thanked Volundr. Even‌ though he rejected‌ me, he did⁠​‌ it for my‍ sake.

“Sorry,‌⁠ Heavenly Sword.”

“…Huh?”‍⁠​

From⁠‍⁠ behind came footsteps‍‌ that shook the​‌ ground.

Thud,​⁠ thud, thud, thud.‍

When⁠‌ I turned, I saw a group‍‍ of instructors running​ toward me through​​ a cloud of‍ dust. They shouted​‍ desperately.

“Heavenly⁠‍ Sword! The director⁠⁠‍ requests your presence!”‍

“Please,​‍‌ we beg you‍‌ to come with⁠⁠‍ us!”

Their​​‌ faces were filled​‌ with discomfort and‍ fear. And of‌ course, they knew,⁠​ just like I did, that even‌‍⁠ as a group,​‌ they couldn’t catch⁠ me.

They‍⁠‍ were just following‍‍ the director’s orders.‍‌ They had no‍ choice.

‘She‌‍ sent instructors because‍⁠ she knew I wouldn’t hurt them.’⁠⁠

She​‍ was counting on‌‍ my nature not‌ to harm innocents.​‍ That was Ryozo.⁠ She knew her⁠​ husband’s psychology perfectly.‍⁠​ The number of‍‍⁠ pursuers would gradually‍⁠ increase, and the​ net would tighten.‌ “Surrounded on all​ sides” was a perfect fit.

On‌ top of that,‌⁠‌ the shouting and‍ stomping in the‍ air made everything⁠‍⁠ feel even more⁠​‌ real.

In​​​ this situation, the​‍ only person I could trust was—‍

“Eh?”⁠⁠

When⁠‌‌ I looked forward‌ again, the “CLOSE”⁠ sign was swinging​ like a broken‌‍‌ pendulum on the⁠​ workshop door.

“Ahjussi?”‌⁠⁠

“Sorry.”​⁠‍

Volundr​ apologized through the⁠ door. His voice​ was as dry‌‌ as rusted metal.​

“I’m‍‍ just a small-time​⁠⁠ merchant. I have​‌‌ no choice but​‌‍ to follow the‌ director’s orders. It’s⁠ unfortunate, but if‌⁠ you made a mistake, you must⁠ fix it yourself.”⁠​

Not​ only did he​​ not help hide​‌ me—he betrayed me!⁠⁠ I didn’t know‍ this old man⁠​ was so selfish.⁠​⁠

‘You’re‌‍ not Volundr…’

Welcome‍​ back, Burundr.

Burundr​ tried to soothe⁠‍ my anger. He‍‌‌ was probably sweating‍‌ more now than⁠​ when forging weapons.​

“I‌ promise I’ll craft​ your weapon with⁠​ everything I’ve got.‍ So survive!”

“Damn‌⁠‍ it! If you​ wreck it like‌‍​ you did Murasame,​ I’ll never forgive‌⁠ you!”

“…You’re‍​​ still hung up⁠⁠⁠ on that…?”

I didn’t respond. That⁠‍ was my way‍‍ of leaving a thorn in Volundr’s‍‍‍ heart, so he’d‌‍ pour his soul‍⁠ into crafting the​‌ gear. Not like‍ either of us⁠ could keep secrets‌‌‌ from the other⁠‌‍ anyway.

Clack.‌‍‍

I snapped my fingers⁠‍ and summoned lightning‍ magic, then leapt‌ lightly. In an‍ instant, I was⁠⁠⁠ high above the‍​ ground.

From‍ a height brushing⁠‍ the clouds, I watched the instructors​ look up with​⁠ their necks bent‍‍ at impossible angles.​​​ But me? Worry‍​⁠ about someone?

I murmured bitterly and​ snapped my fingers‍ again.

Bzzzzzz!⁠‍⁠

I turned into a streak of lightning​​ that pierced the⁠​ endless sky. My‍‌ movement triggered a shockwave that split‍⁠​ the clouds and‌‌ tore through the⁠ air like thunder.⁠‍⁠

The‌ scenery beneath my​‌ feet changed so⁠‌​ fast it felt​⁠​ unreal. Cadets who‌ saw me passing​‍‍ could only mumble.⁠⁠

“Isn’t‍‌⁠ that Heavenly Sword?!”​⁠‌

“Waaah!⁠ Heavenly Sword, we​ love you!”

I didn’t have time‍⁠ for affectionate greetings.​⁠‍ I sped up‍⁠ even more. Though‌⁠ I’d already broken‌ the sound barrier,⁠‍ my brain was‍​⁠ working even faster.⁠⁠‌

‘I​‌‌ have to survive.’‌‌

Not‌ even Gehenna was‌ enough to escape⁠⁠‍ the perfect net⁠‌‍ woven by Ryozo⁠‌⁠ and Abel.

“I‌​ guess only by​​‍ leaving the atmosphere‍⁠‌ will I be‌‍⁠ safe.”

But‌‌ that would be‌⁠ going too far.⁠⁠‍

‘That‍‌ might raise unnecessary‍​⁠ suspicions.’

I didn’t even know⁠ why Ryozo and‍‍​ Abel wanted to‍⁠ see me. Earlier,‌ I ran away​‌ like a thief‍‍​ purely by instinct,⁠ but I planned⁠​‌ to explain everything‍​⁠ tomorrow. Running too​⁠ far would be⁠‍‌ the worst choice.​

‘In​ that case…’

There‌‌ was only one‍‌ possible second hideout.⁠​

Ruuuuum.‌​

I raised my internal‍‌‌ pressure.

Changing⁠⁠ direction mid-flight at⁠ near-light speed tore‍‍ my muscles. But​⁠‍ that was more‌​‌ bearable than being⁠​​ scolded by my‌ wives.

Remember,‌‌⁠ this is the​‍ reality of a married man.

So⁠‍‌ I split the​‌⁠ clouds in two​⁠‌ and made a U-turn toward the‍​‌ destination that popped‌‌‌ into my mind.⁠‍

They⁠ say when a woman holds a grudge, it can​ snow even in‍ midsummer.

And​ sure enough, snowfall⁠‌ covered my face.‍⁠‌

Of‍⁠⁠ course, that was⁠​ just a metaphor.‌⁠ The destination I had in mind‍​⁠ was a place​ where it was‍​‌ winter all year​ round.

***‌⁠⁠

At⁠⁠⁠ the Antarctic research⁠ base, studies were⁠‌​ in full swing.​

Victor‌⁠ Poison and Media​‌ Poison, for once,⁠ had joined forces​‌ to discuss. If‍ one had to⁠‍⁠ name the three⁠‌​ brightest minds of​ humanity, it would⁠‍ be Victor, Media,⁠ and Ryozo. Of‍‌⁠ them, two had⁠‍‌ been immersed for​ days analyzing the‌‍‍ cause of a certain phenomenon. The​ research topic was⁠ an enigma beyond‌ the grasp of‌ ordinary minds.

The​​‍ Antarctic was so‍ remote they didn’t‌‍ even know about​‌‍ the exchange program⁠ between Joaquin and‍ Parsy. In fact,⁠‌⁠ that was the‌‌‍ least of their‍​ concerns. The Poisons,‍​ father and daughter,‍‍ hadn’t eaten for‍​ a week.

And‍⁠⁠ so, after dedicating‌ themselves completely without​⁠⁠ concern for food​‌ or drink—

“At​‍‌ last.”

“At‌⁠​ last, yes.”

The‍ two former sages​ had reached a conclusion. But it⁠ didn’t sound hopeful.‍​

“This…”‍​‌

Victor‍ Poison murmured darkly‌‍‌ as he looked‍⁠⁠ at the monitors​ lining the walls.⁠ His daughter, beside‌​⁠ him, also wore‌ a grim expression.⁠‌⁠

“The‍ reason for the‍​‍ increase in human‌ longevity.”

Media‌⁠ violently ruffled her⁠‍‌ topknot.

It‍⁠ had all started​​ with the youthful​‌ appearance of Sword‌ Master and Changseong.​‍

Even‍⁠‌ considering that heroes‌⁠ lived longer, their‍⁠ friends were becoming⁠ visibly younger. Sensing⁠⁠‍ something was wrong,​‍‌ Media had come‍⁠⁠ to the Antarctic⁠ base to borrow​ Victor’s intellect and⁠‌ experience, and they’d​‌‍ researched intensely for‍ a week.

And​⁠ the result?

“The‌‍ reason aged heroes‌‍ are growing younger…​‍‍ is because they’re‌‍‌ stealing the world’s​⁠‌ life force for⁠‍ themselves?”

“…”⁠​‍

— Yes.

The​​​ margin of error‍ was thinner than⁠ a hair. It​​ was Vixbig, the​‍‍ AI created by‍‍ Ryozo, that had‌⁠ reached this conclusion.‌

“The​‌‌ world is deteriorating…”​​‍

— It may not‌ be my place‍ to say this,​ but…

Vixbig‌ interjected.

— This world, due⁠‍‌ to humans—or more‍ precisely, heroes—is heading‌‍⁠ toward its most⁠​ certain demise.

“Then‍⁠​ this really is⁠ an unavoidable fate?”​‍

— Based on current‍ calculations, yes. But‍‌ if you wish,​‍ I can keep‍‍‍ calculating until I find another outcome.​​

“We’ve‌ already exceeded the​⁠ number of scenarios⁠ measurable with numbers.‌‌ Vixbig, you’ve done⁠⁠ your best.” Victor⁠ shook his head.‍‌

“This…⁠⁠ in other words,‌ is an inevitable⁠⁠ ending.”

— But what if​ ‘He’ were involved?‌⁠ Couldn’t He change‍‍ things?

“If⁠⁠ it were him…‍ if it were‍⁠ that hero of‌⁠⁠ the past…”

At‍​‌ those words, Media⁠⁠ reacted. For a moment, light returned‍‌ to her dull​ eyes.

“No⁠​ matter how amazing‌‍‍ he is, that‌‍‍ must be impossible.”‍

A foolish father rushed⁠ to extinguish all‌​ hope. Media, irritable⁠ from sleep deprivation,‍​⁠ shouted.

“Why‌⁠‍ are you always⁠​ so pessimistic?! Just​‌‍ like in the‍​ past! Is it​‍‌ because you’ve lived​⁠⁠ enough already?! Even​⁠ if it’s me,‌ Sieg, or Richard—do‍ the cadets of⁠‌⁠ the academy also​ have to perish​⁠ with this world?!”‍⁠

“…Media.”‌

“We‍ have to try​⁠ everything we can!‍‍⁠ Beg anyone who​‌ might help! If‍​ there’s someone who​‌ even remotely seems​ capable, we must⁠ cling to him,​​‌ even if only​‍ by his coat!”​⁠​

Media’s​​ eyes began to‍⁠‌ fill with tears.‌ Ever since her‍ lackluster role in​‍‌ the Second Human-Demon​‍ War, she had⁠ carried that weight​‌ in her heart.​⁠

She’d‍⁠ spent nearly ten​​‌ years convincing herself‍‌‌ it was fine​⁠‌ because the world‍​​ was at peace.​⁠ She’d occasionally visited‍ the Joaquin Academy‍‌⁠ and found joy​‍ in the laughter‍‍ of its students.⁠

But​⁠ even that would​‍⁠ soon come to⁠‌⁠ an end.

This⁠ damned world, this‌‍ rotten world, wouldn’t​⁠⁠ give humanity a break. Even in⁠⁠ peace, it forced‌‍‍ crises upon them,​​ pushing them to⁠ the brink.

“At‍​ least we could​‍‍ fight demons! But⁠‍ this apocalypse—this is‍​ something humans can’t⁠⁠ stop! Then we​ must turn to⁠‍ someone beyond human!⁠ We must ask‍⁠‍ a god of⁠ this era for‌‍⁠ help…!”

— Apologies for interrupting…‍‍‍

“If​⁠⁠ you’re going to⁠ apologize, then wait⁠ a bit!”

— There’s been an​‌ external breach.

“What…?”​

— An unregistered biological⁠⁠‍ entity has been​ detected.

And⁠​ at that exact​ moment…

Boom!⁠‍​

With‍ a thunderous crash,‍ a blast of‌⁠ snow burst into‌​ the Antarctic base.‍⁠

Media’s‍ overheated brain froze​⁠‍ instantly.

Step,‍ step.

Through‌‌ the white haze,​‍​ footsteps echoed, carrying⁠ a frigid air.‍

“Sorry‌ for the sudden‌ visit.”

The‍​ figure that stepped‍ through the blizzard‍ was the very‍‌​ name Media had‌‌‍ been calling out⁠‌​ so desperately.

A man who was⁠ essentially no different‍⁠ from a god⁠‍⁠ in this era.​⁠

“I’ll‌ only be staying⁠​⁠ here one day.”⁠‌

Heavenly​ Sword.

“I‌‌​ can’t go home⁠‌ today.”

The‍‌‍ current identity of‌‌‌ Kang Geom-Ma was‌‍ that of a fugitive.

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