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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 326: One of the Two Will Die (7)

Chapter 326: One of the Two Will Die (7)

How⁠‌‌ strange.

The‍​ sound of a heartbeat echoed loudly.​ I couldn’t tell‍ if it was‌⁠​ hers or mine.​

Maybe…‍ it was both.⁠

“……”⁠

“……”⁠

Although‌ the blood-freezing cold​ ruled Antarctica year-round,​ the room felt‌ warm. She was⁠​ sitting next to‌‍‍ me on the‍ bed, hugging one‌‍ knee with her‌‍‌ chin resting on​​ it.

Media’s⁠​‌ hair slid down⁠‌‌ her slender leg,​​ glistening as if‍ treated with castor‍ oil.

She‍‍ kept fanning herself‍⁠ as if to⁠​⁠ hide the blush‍⁠ on her cheeks,‌‍‍ and her gaze—lost‌⁠​ and uncertain—held a tenderness capable of⁠ disarming anyone.

Media​‍⁠ had been my​⁠‍ teacher during my‍⁠ student days. And⁠​‍ now being in​ this situation with‌ her, how should‌ I put it?​‍⁠ From a moral‍​ standpoint… Well, I already had two‌⁠​ wives.

I’ve‍‍ said it many⁠​ times—trying to apply‍ Earth’s moral standards​‌ here simply doesn’t‌​ make sense. These⁠‌ days, the rare​‍‍ thing was not⁠‌ legally allowing polygamy⁠ or polyandry.

‘It‍ was because of‍⁠‌ the Second Great⁠‌​ Human-Demon War, which‍ drastically reduced the​ population of heroes.’‌‍

As​​‍ a temporary solution,‌​ this world approved‍‍ the multi-marriage system.​ Call it a revolutionary spirit, maybe?​⁠‌

I shook my head.‌ Suppressing embarrassment with⁠⁠ random thoughts was​ one of my​‍‍ worst habits.

“Are​‌ you hot?”

“Ah,‌ no. I’m fine.”‍

“Hmm.”‍⁠

I lifted my head​​ awkwardly. Even though‌ the room was‍‍‌ spacious, it was​‍​ also enclosed, so​ there wasn’t much⁠‌‍ to look at.​‌ I just wanted‌ to avoid her​‍​ gaze.

I felt like if‍⁠⁠ I didn’t, something‌⁠‌ irreversible might happen.‍⁠​

And‍‍​ the most surprising‍⁠ part was—she hadn’t​ even said why‍ she came.

“I⁠⁠ heard what happened​‌‌ just a moment‍‍⁠ ago…”

Media‍⁠​ couldn’t hold back⁠​ any longer and⁠ began to speak.⁠ Thanks to that,‌​ the heavy atmosphere​‍⁠ didn’t become even‍ more suffocating.

“I⁠‍ heard you’ll be‍‌ doing an exchange⁠ with Parsy Academy.”‌⁠‍

“Ah,‌‌ yes. That’s right.”‌‌‍

“I‌⁠⁠ knew those kids‍ would stir up​​‍ trouble, but I didn’t expect them⁠ to do it​​‍ so soon.”

“Everyone’s‌‌​ doing their best⁠‍ not to tarnish​⁠‍ Joaquin’s reputation.”

“You​ have Ryozo and​ Abel. They’ll handle‌⁠‌ it well.”

Media‌⁠ shrugged.

“The​‍‌ director over there,‌‍‌ is it Parsy?​‍ That guy confessed‌⁠⁠ to me like‍​ ten times when‍ we were young.‍ He even proposed‌‍⁠ to me.”

“The‍‍‍ director?”

I was surprised, and⁠‌ Media turned her‌‍​ face toward me.‌ She was smiling‌‌‍ with her cheek‌ resting on her​‌‍ knee.

“What?⁠ Is the generation‌ gap that shocking?‌ I’m telling you,⁠ that pot-bellied old‍ man proposed to⁠ me.”

“Ah,‌⁠‌ no… I don’t⁠​‍ doubt it.”

At​‌ least for the⁠ Ancients, the concept‌‌⁠ of a generation​‍⁠ gap didn’t apply.⁠ Their longevity far⁠ surpassed even that‍‍ of heroes, who​​​ lived on average‍⁠⁠ 150 years.

Biologically‍‍ speaking, Media was​‍ just over twenty.‍⁠​

‘She’s‌‌‍ younger than me.’⁠‍

Just‌‍ as Earth’s moral‌ standards no longer​​ applied here, neither‌‌ did my prejudices​ or preconceived notions.​​

“And​⁠ besides, I’m not⁠‌​ a director anymore,‌⁠⁠ but you keep⁠‌⁠ calling me that.‍‌ Why? Are you⁠‍ trying to put‍​ distance between us?”‌​

The​‌ physical distance between‌‍ us was just‍‌‍ about two handspans.​‌ Just enough that​⁠ our pinkies could‌‍​ almost touch.

‘This‌⁠​ woman is going‌‌​ to drive me‍ insane…’

If⁠‍​ you asked me⁠‍​ if I had⁠⁠​ a first love​​‍ since arriving in‍‌ this world, my‌‍ answer would be​⁠ yes.

And‍‍​ that person was,‌ without a doubt,‌ Media.

‘Although‌‍ at first I was drawn to​‍ the girls in‌‌‍ the game for​⁠⁠ their beauty—that’s why⁠‍​ I started playing⁠‍ Miracle Blessing M…’​

At⁠⁠‌ the time, it‌‍ was more like‍⁠ an uncle’s affection‍⁠ for a niece.⁠‌ There were no‌⁠‌ romantic feelings. I was just a gamer enjoying the​ game purely.

…Honestly.‍⁠

Even‌⁠ after being possessed,⁠​​ I didn’t develop‍ any deep emotions​​​ for girls my​ age. There was​‌⁠ too big a mental gap.

But⁠​ Media—she helped me⁠⁠ live a fulfilling⁠​ student life with‌ full dedication. She‌⁠⁠ always came running​ when something bad‌‍‌ happened to me.‍⁠‌ As a teacher,‍‍​ as a senior,‌‌⁠ as a protector,‍‍‍ she gave everything‌⁠​ she had.

“It’s‍ not like I want to keep⁠ my distance or​‌ anything… really…”

My⁠⁠‍ lips moved clumsily.⁠ My thoughts were‍⁠ tangled.

Media‍‌ waited patiently while‌ I mumbled. A clear smile graced​ her lips.

‘That​ smile—she only ever‌ showed it to‌​ me.’

Her⁠ second nickname was‌ “The Tyrant.”

They​‍⁠ said she played​ favorites with me.‍‍‌

But‌⁠ then I became⁠​ the protagonist of⁠‌ the Second Great​ Human-Demon War.

And⁠​​ with that, not​‍​ only was Media‌‌ vindicated, but her​‌ standing as an​‌ educator rose even‍⁠ higher.

‘How‍‍ could I not‍ fall for her‍ after everything she​‌‌ did for me?’‍‌‍

In⁠⁠‌ my past life‌ and in this‌‌‌ one, I was​‌⁠ an orphan.

What‍‍ a cruel joke⁠​‍ from fate. And‍​​ yet, it was​​‍ my teachers who‌​ pulled me out​‌⁠ of the abyss⁠‍‍ and brought me‌‍ into the light.‍

‘In​‍⁠ my past life,‌‍‌ it was Balor‍ Joaquin.’

In​​​ this life, that⁠ deadly beauty is​‍ Media.

I don’t know whether‍‌ my feelings for‍​⁠ her as a teacher are respect‌ or affection.

That’s‌⁠‌ how emotions are.​‌ They can’t be‌⁠​ neatly divided into‌ simple definitions. The‌⁠ dynamics of feelings​‌ are like a spiral dance—coming close,‍ then pulling away.‌⁠

‘If​‌‌ it were that‍​‌ simple, I would’ve‍‌‍ already abandoned my‌ humanity and ascended⁠ to godhood.’

And​⁠⁠ then the end‌⁠ would never have‍⁠ come.

But‌‍​ Yu Sein never‍ pressured me to⁠ give up my​‍⁠ humanity.

On‍ the contrary, he‌ implied that I should remain a lukewarm, imperfect human.‍​ If Media knew‌ the whole truth—​

‘She‍‌‍ would’ve probably said‍ the same thing.’‍‍​

Though‍‌‍ with a much⁠⁠ more intense reaction.‌‌‌ When it comes‌ to me, she⁠ just can’t help⁠‌‌ herself. I was‌​‍ moved by that⁠ Media.

I’m‍ not good with‍‍ words, so I struggle to express​⁠ myself well.

I’ve⁠⁠ heard of “siscon,”‌​‍ “brocon,” and “fathercon”…‌ but is there‌‌⁠ a “teachercon”? I should look it‍ up on the​ wiki.

“It’s⁠‍ just that…”

As⁠‌⁠ I tried to​​ sort out my⁠ thoughts, I opened‍​⁠ my mouth. The‍‍‌ only words I managed to get⁠​​ out as I attempted to calm⁠⁠‌ my overflowing emotions‌ were

“…I’m⁠‌ sorry. It’s just‍ a habit.”

That‌⁠​ was my level.​​‌

“In‍⁠ the end, that’s‍ why habits are⁠​‍ so dangerous. Once‍​‌ they take root,‍‌ they last a lifetime.”

“Does‌​‌ that apply to‌ Ancients too?”

“Of‌⁠ course! They just‌​ live longer than​ humans, but Ancients⁠ are people too.”⁠‌

“Humans…‌ usually don’t refer​‍⁠ to others as‌‌ ‘humans.’”

“Look⁠​‍ at this kid!​ Look at this‌ kid! That’s racism!‌‌ I’ve raised you‌‍‍ wrong!”

“You’re‌ turning your student​‍⁠ into a racist?”‍‍⁠

Media​​‌ wrapped her arms​ around my head‌‍‌ and patted it⁠ a few times.⁠​

The‌​ tense atmosphere relaxed​⁠ a bit.

After‌‍ a brief struggle,⁠‌‍ Media loosened her​​ arms. Just as‍⁠⁠ I was carefully‌​‌ trying to pull‌‍ my head away,‍⁠‍ her hands suddenly‌​⁠ grabbed my cheeks.​​⁠

Our‌ eyes met at⁠‍‍ very close range.⁠⁠‌ In a position⁠ where it felt‍⁠​ like her words‌ were going to​‍⁠ stab directly into‍‌ my retina, Media​ opened her mouth.‌

“It’s‌​ you, Geom-Ma.”

“…Excuse​‌ me?”

“The‍⁠⁠ one who saved⁠‍‍ our Ancient ancestor​⁠ from the angels.”‍‌

Ah.‍‌

My‌ vision trembled for‌‍‌ a moment.

An⁠ intense déjà vu⁠⁠‌ sensation shook my⁠‌‍ brain. It was‌⁠ because Media’s image‍ overlapped with that⁠ of her ancestor,‍⁠‌ Mesther.

“The⁠ Poet’s Blessing isn’t‌‌ really about seeing​‌⁠ the future.”

That⁠​‌ was the first‌⁠⁠ time I’d heard‌ that.

In‍​​ Miracle Blessing M,⁠⁠ that blessing wasn’t‌​ explained in such‍​ detail. It was‌ just one of‍ many.

“Ancients‍ live far longer⁠ than humans. So,‍‍‍ the density of‍⁠⁠ each individual life​ is immense.”

With‍⁠‍ my cheeks still‍⁠ caught, I managed​ to nod slightly.​

“The​‍​ Poet’s Blessing is​​ inheriting the memories⁠​ of our ancestors.​‍ And from those​⁠ memories, reviewing all⁠⁠ of humanity’s history‍ to foresee the‍⁠​ future as close​⁠‍ to reality as​ possible.”

“A‌⁠ kind of déjà‍​ vu, right? But⁠ a more accurate‌‌ version.”

Media‌⁠⁠ smiled, as if⁠‍ she liked my‌⁠ comparison.

“You‍ always underestimate yourself,​‍ but you were‌ an exceptional student.⁠⁠‍ I’m human too.‍ That’s why I used to think​ maybe it was⁠⁠ just favoritism…”

“…”​‌‌

“…During​⁠‌ the research I did with my‌‍​ father, we took​ the Poet’s Blessing​ to its limit.‍‍ And in the​⁠ process, my memories⁠ regressed back to​‌⁠ our ancestor…”

I shuddered.

Media‌​ looked at me‍​​ with a deep‍​ gaze and continued.‌​

“And‌‍​ there you were.‌ Saving our ancestor⁠ from the angels.”⁠​‍

“….”‌⁠

“I’m‌ not going to⁠ ask you for‍⁠​ details. I just‌ want you to​‌ know that I understood something—that you,‌ Geom-Ma, possess reasons‌‍ and powers even‌⁠ I can’t comprehend.⁠‌ And if that’s⁠⁠‍ an accomplishment, then‌‍ it’s mine.”

“Thank‍​⁠ you for understanding​​‌ me.”

“No,​ I’m the one‍ who should thank‌⁠‍ you.”

Media‍ brought my face⁠ closer to hers.​​

I tilted my head‌ slightly downward.

“Thank⁠⁠‌ you for saving‌​ my ancestor. And​ also… thank you​ in advance. Because⁠ I know you’ll‌ stop the approaching‍ apocalypse too.”

She‍⁠ then stroked my‌ cheeks.

“And⁠⁠ more than anything,⁠⁠​ thank you for⁠ being my student.⁠‌ That’s what I’m⁠‍ most grateful for.”⁠‌

Then‍​ our lips touched.‍

A transparent string lingered​ between us when​ they parted.

The‍‍⁠ bluish light coming‍‌ from outside reflected​​ off that suspended‌‌ curve.

Dazed,⁠‍ I sat there‍‍ with a muddled‍ gaze. Soon after,‍⁠‍ I coughed awkwardly​​ and looked at‌ Media.

She‌⁠ avoided my eyes‍ and stood up⁠​ from the bed.​

Before‌‍​ leaving the room,‍​‍ her hand—reluctant to‍​​ go—grasped the doorknob​​ several times before​⁠ letting it go.‌‌⁠

And​‌ with her back⁠​‍ turned to me,‌‍​ she spoke.

Ah.⁠‌⁠

Mmm.‍

Ugh.‍

Now‍ what do I do?

I messed up, didn’t⁠‍‌ I?

“Let’s‍‍ leave the next​⁠‍ step for after‍ the world is​​ saved.”

A delayed but intense⁠‌ feeling of anxiety⁠‌​ crept in.

“Are‍‌‌ you worried that​ Ryozo and Abel​ will find out?”‍‍

Seems​ like her emotions‌‌‍ were tangled too.​‍

Media​ turned her head⁠⁠⁠ slightly and gave‌⁠⁠ me a mischievous⁠‌⁠ smile.

“So‍​ what if they‌​‍ do? What does‌ it matter? After​​ all…”

She​⁠ was right.

Even​‌​ if they found​ out—

‘Hmmm.’⁠‍‌

Even‍ if by a one-in-a-million chance…

If​‌‌ they happened to​‌ discover it by⁠‍ accident—

– One of them‍‍ would die. Hmmm.⁠

***​​⁠

The‌‍ father-daughter duo from⁠​ Poison believed it‌ was still too⁠‍ early to announce‍ the apocalypse.

Not​​ only was there‍‍⁠ little clear evidence,⁠‌ but if they⁠‍‍ were labeled as​‌ conspiracy theorists during‍ an era of‌⁠⁠ peace, their voices​‌‍ could lose strength‌ later on.

“Still,‌‌ I have no‌​‍ intention of causing​⁠ a commotion like‍⁠‍ Joaquin did. As⁠‍‌ soon as we‌‌⁠ have conclusive proof,‌⁠ I plan to‌‌‌ make the announcement​ right after consulting​⁠ with you, Heavenly‌​ Sword.”

“Gathering‌⁠​ evidence will take‍ some time. Maybe‍‌ I’m assuming too‍‌⁠ much, but I don’t think the⁠ apocalypse is coming⁠ tomorrow—although that might⁠‌ be a naive⁠​ assumption too—so I’ll⁠ try to move‍ as fast as​⁠​ possible. So you​‍​ go home immediately!​⁠​ What will we⁠ do if we⁠‍ get caught up⁠ in a scandal⁠ because of you?!”⁠‍

It⁠‍ didn’t quite sound⁠ like something someone⁠‌ who had just​⁠ burned down their‌‍ own house would‍​⁠ say. In any⁠‍‌ case, I couldn’t⁠‍‌ resist the pressure​⁠‌ from the Ancient⁠‌ duo, so I headed straight to‌ Joaquin Academy at‍‍ dawn.

I was on edge​‍​ the entire way.​

There​ were moments when‌​‌ weak thoughts crossed‍ my mind, like⁠ changing course and‍​ hiding somewhere else.​‌​

But​‌ then I felt⁠​⁠ pathetic for even‌​ thinking that—was I always someone who⁠‌ ran from things?​​‍

In‌ the end, I gathered my courage‌ and entered my⁠ home—Joaquin Academy—with my⁠⁠‍ head held high.‍

The⁠​ golden time was‌​ short. Without wasting‌‌​ a second, I headed straight to‌ the director’s office.‍‌⁠

“I’ve⁠ arriv—”

Was​‌‍ it intentional? Just⁠ inside the director’s‌‌​ office, it seemed‌​‌ a small reunion⁠ of old acquaintances⁠‍⁠ had just begun.‌‌‍

Leon‌‌ and Speedweapon were​​‌ there again. When​‌ those two get⁠ together, something bad​ almost always happens.⁠

“You​⁠⁠ came?”

“We​‍⁠ were waiting for⁠‍​ you.”

“……”‍‌​

I was expecting a cold reception.

But‍‍‍ both Ryozo and‍⁠ his wife greeted‍ me with the‍‌ warmest expressions possible.‍ It scared me.‌⁠

I thought I should⁠ run away immediately.⁠‍​ I started seriously‌​‍ regretting coming back​ so casually.

Then‍ I felt a presence behind me.⁠

“…!”⁠‌

I lowered my gaze‌⁠ slightly and saw‍ a pretty crown⁠‍​ of hair. The‍ color swirled around‍⁠⁠ her cowlick.

‘Black?’‍

As‌‍ if day and​‌ night were reversing,‍ the black faded​​ and was replaced​​ by white.

A girl I had​⁠‌ never seen before⁠⁠‌ peeked her head‌ out and looked‍ at me playfully.⁠‌

Then,​​ she tilted her‍⁠ neck like a deer.

She‍‌​ blinked slowly with⁠‌ her black lashes.‍ Then, she opened‌⁠ her mouth, slowly.‍‍‌

“Oppa.”‌‌‌

The‍ air turned warm⁠ in an instant.⁠‍

…Something,‌ something was very‍‌ wrong.

What⁠⁠⁠ the hell had⁠ happened while I was gone?

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