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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 336: Succession of the Academy Exchange (4)

Chapter 336: Succession of the Academy Exchange (4)

It‌ was a sea‍⁠‍ of fire.

I scanned the area‌‌‌ around me.

A snow-white mountain range—the⁠‍​ Alps, so dazzling‌‌‌ they hurt the‍‌ eyes.

Yet⁠‍‌ here and there,‍‍‌ black fungus-like growths‌​​ marked scorched spots.​ Beyond the jagged⁠‍‌ peaks, a faint⁠​ reddish glow flickered.‍

The‌⁠ sky was a whitish gray, veiled⁠ in suffocating smoke,​‌​ and the earth‍‌​ was completely stained​ a deep crimson.⁠

If⁠ you looked up,⁠‌‌ it felt like⁠‍ you’d go blind.‍⁠ If you looked‌‍‍ down, your eyeballs​‍ seemed like they’d‍ boil.

That’s‍‌ how radiant Parsy⁠ Academy had once‌⁠⁠ been.

That’s⁠‍​ why I couldn’t‍‍⁠ reconcile this hellish⁠‌⁠ scene with that‍ one.

If​​‌ not for the‍‍ statue of Parsy’s​⁠‍ headmaster, I probably​‌ wouldn’t have recognized⁠ it so quickly.​

Even​‍​ that statue was‌‍ melting like ice‌ cream, revealing only‌ the metal framework‌⁠​ beneath.

A monstrous form, like‍ a six-meter-tall anatomical⁠​ model from a laboratory, looked as‌​ if it had‌⁠‍ been pulled from⁠‌‌ a horror story.‍⁠⁠

But‌‌ compared to the‌ crowd filling the‍​⁠ academy grounds, that⁠ anatomical figure was​​‍ no more than​‍​ a child’s toy.⁠⁠

Fwooooosh!‌

People​⁠‍ bowed in prayer‌⁠ toward the rising‍‍‌ flames. Some wore⁠ thick robes, their‍‌ lips moving nonstop.‍ Simultaneously, they snapped‍ their fingers repeatedly.‍

“Are​‍ they… using magic…?”​⁠​

I shuddered.

Humans‍‍ can use magic.‌

Like⁠⁠⁠ the villains of‍ the past who‌⁠‍ made contracts with​‍‍ Corp Commanders.

If‍⁠⁠ this was the‌ work of those​ remnants causing chaos,​‍ it would almost‍‍ be preferable. You’d‌ just need to‍​​ hunt and crush​​ them.

‘But‌ this isn’t contract‍‌‌ magic.’

They‌⁠​ weren’t villains. They​ were drawing mana‌ on their own‍​ to cast spells.⁠⁠⁠

I could see it.‍⁠

Tiny⁠ light particles flowed⁠‌​ as if attracted‌ to their hands.‍ My eyes picked‍ up the stream⁠⁠ of mana.

If‌‍‍ I had to‌ give them a name they would‍⁠ be mages.

A class that doesn’t‌ exist within Miracle⁠⁠ Blessing M.

Among⁠ humans, only villains⁠ pretend to use⁠‌ magic. The idea‌⁠⁠ is to use‍‍‌ their lord as⁠‍​ a fuel tank‌‍ to borrow mana.‍⁠

Because‍​ the human world‍⁠⁠ isn’t an environment⁠⁠‍ where mana naturally⁠ flows.

That’s‌⁠ why this is‍‌ an illusion.

A scene that breaks‍​⁠ the world’s logic⁠⁠⁠ like shattered glass.​

A falsehood. How many⁠⁠‍ of the universe’s‌⁠ foundations are being⁠‌ shaken right now?‍‌

No‍‍⁠ way.

‘This​‌​ can’t be real.’‌‌

At⁠⁠‌ that moment, my​ vision wavered. I raised a hand‍⁠‌ to my temple.‌‍

“Ugh…”‌‌⁠

My​⁠ head throbbed from⁠ the inside. The‌ scene was too‌‌ vivid.

This‍⁠‍ technique was indistinguishable⁠⁠‍ from reality.

‘This‍ isn’t just an‌⁠ illusion…’

Then,⁠​ from ahead, as​ if responding to‌‍‍ my thoughts, a voice rang out.‍‌​

“It’s‌‌​ not.”

It‌‍‌ was Chaerina.

“You‍‌⁠ know this isn’t⁠​ just an illusion,​‌‍ ■■. No matter‍ how much you‍‌⁠ run from reality,‍ nothing will change.”‍

It’s​‌ the future. That’s​ what Chaerina meant.‌

“You​⁠​ have an incredible​‍ talent… Even with⁠⁠ the Poet of​ Media’s Blessing, you​ can only glimpse⁠‌ fragments of the​‌‌ future, but you…⁠⁠‍ you, even under⁠‌⁠ suppression, can draw​​ it. Your ability‌‌ is practically cheating.”‍⁠‍

I cut her off.​

‘Under​​​ normal circumstances, I would’ve drawn my⁠ sword before speaking.’‍‌​

But‌⁠‌ I couldn’t now.‍‍‌ My body wouldn’t⁠ budge an inch.‌⁠​

It​ felt like seaweed​ had wrapped around‍ me from ankles​​⁠ to waist, immobilizing⁠⁠​ me. Seemed like‍‌ Chaerina had done​⁠‍ something.

Did⁠‍⁠ she call it⁠​ “Gleipnir”? [1]

“What‍ you’re bound by​⁠ now isn’t Gleipnir.​ It’s Humbaba, the⁠‍‌ dimensional chains.”

…Can‌ she read my⁠ mind?

“It’s‍ a suppression measure‍‌‌ designed to restrain​​​ a demigod like‍‍‌ you. Or perhaps​​‍ a limitation you​⁠ placed on yourself.”​

Chaerina‌‌ spoke with her⁠​ usual indifferent tone,⁠‍⁠ saying incomprehensible things.‍‍

But⁠‌ her gaze held​ an odd sympathy.​‌‌ As if she‍ pitied me. As⁠​ if she regretted​⁠‍ something.

“How‍ long do you⁠ plan to stay⁠ stuck in your​‍​ adolescence? If you⁠​ keep this up,⁠‍‌ everyone will suffer.”‍

“…Coming⁠‍‍ from someone who‌‍‌ introduced herself as‍ a herald of⁠​ hell, you sure‌ care a lot⁠ about others…”

A trickle of blood‍⁠‌ ran from my‍⁠ nose. Before it‌‍⁠ could hit the‌ ground, it instantly‍⁠ evaporated.

That’s⁠‌ how scorching the​⁠⁠ heat was beneath⁠ both Chaerina’s and‍⁠⁠ my feet.

Humans​​ were using magic.​‌ Worshipping an unnatural​​ fire, born of‌ mana.

If​‍ the world had​​‍ been destroyed by‍‌ a demonic assault,‍ we could rebuild.‍‍‍

After‍ all, the Joaquin‌ Academy had done‌ it before.

‘But​ if humanity itself​​‍ has fallen…’

Then‍‌ there is no‌‌ salvation.

I didn’t know if‍​ she was a regressor, a possessed,​‌ or a reincarnated​‍‌ being—but that damn‍ beautiful girl whose‍⁠​ true identity was‌ unknown, who claimed⁠⁠⁠ to have seen‌⁠ “hell”—

She‌‍​ spoke of a world where the⁠ laws of the⁠​‍ universe, its foundation,⁠‍‍ had crumbled.

“I​​ saw this damn‍⁠​ hell. It’s not​ that I am‍⁠​ hell itself. In‍​‌ fact, I want‌ to stop it.⁠‍ And for that,​ ■■, I need‌⁠⁠ your help.”

A plea filled with​‌​ layered meaning. With⁠‍‍ no explanation or​ context, she asked‌ for cooperation.

Even​​ so, the message​ was clear between​​‌ the lines.

Though​⁠ incomplete, I am​⁠ the God of‍ the Sword. Fragments‍ of the truth‍ rest in my‌ mind, allowing me⁠‍​ to roughly grasp​‌ Chaerina’s words.

“Don’t‍‍‍ be ridiculous. I’m​⁠‍ no mythology expert,⁠⁠ but I at⁠ least know that​‌ ‘Hel’ is part‌​ of the end-of-the-world‍⁠⁠ myth.”

I wiped the blood⁠‍ from my upper​ lip with the​‍ back of my‍ hand and, blood​⁠‍ still on my⁠ lips, spat words‌​​ at Chaerina.

“Just⁠ because my affinity‍‌⁠ is hell doesn’t‌ mean I’m evil.​​ Just as you,⁠ even as a God of the‌ Sword, are desperately​​‍ trying to hold⁠​ this crumbling world‍​ together.”

I had no rebuttal‌ to that.

“This⁠​ world is falling‌‌ apart.”

“…”⁠‌‌

“■■,⁠ the fact that⁠‍‍ you’re still shackled‌⁠ to your adolescence⁠ is what’s slowly‌‌‌ rotting this world.⁠ Though…”

Chaerina​⁠‌ looked down.

Below,‌‌‍ a crowd of⁠⁠​ humans lifted their​ heads as if‍‌⁠ struck by an‌ anti-aircraft cannon. Their​ eyes were fixed⁠⁠ on us.

“Ahh!‍⁠ Look! The brothers‌‍⁠ of the apocalypse!”‍⁠

“Oh,⁠‍ ruler of Niflheim,‍​⁠ oh wolf who​⁠​ devours heaven and​‍ earth! We can⁠​ only thank you‍ for granting us​‍ this equalizing power…!”​‌

Within‌ the illusion, the​⁠‍ people praised us​ with tears in‌⁠​ their eyes.

“Oh,⁠‌‌ almighty one in‍‌‌ the form of​ a boy!”

“Unleash‍⁠‌ your power!”

“Show​‌‌ us true magic!”‍​‌

Chaerina⁠ watched them from‍ above. A bright‍ fire burned in‌ her astonished eyes.‌

“All‍‌ worlds are destined‌‍‍ to be destroyed,‌ but if we⁠⁠‌ join forces, maybe⁠⁠ we can hold‌ everything together.”

“What⁠ the hell are‍‍​ you—”

“We​⁠​ are the agents‌ of the apocalypse.”​⁠

Chaerina‍‍ suddenly stepped closer.​​​ A sweet scent‌​‍ drifted through my​ hair.

“I‍​‌ am the dominator‌ of Niflheim. That⁠ woman who pretends‌ to be a saint is the⁠⁠‌ serpent that coils‍‌ around Midgard. And‌⁠⁠ you are the‍‍‍ wolf that devours⁠ the universe.”

Her‍ delicate hand brushed​ my chin. It​ felt rough.

“We,​⁠ the agents of⁠ the apocalypse, will‍ swallow the force​⁠​ of suppression. And⁠​ if we stabilize⁠ the phenomenon with​⁠ that—”

“Don’t‌ talk nonsense.”

“…Huh?”⁠‍‍

I looked straight into⁠ her wide, black‍‌ eyes.

“I‍ get it now.​ You’ve got impressive⁠​‍ skills. Hel? Gleipnir?‌ Whatever. You even‍‌‌ trapped me in​ this illusion and⁠‍⁠ tied me down.​ But I’m the‌⁠​ God of the⁠‍ Sword, and being‌ bound by a kid is humiliating.”⁠⁠‌

My‍‌ hair began to⁠⁠‍ lift slowly.

“Chaerina,‌ instead of thinking‌‌‌ about how to‌⁠ prevent the apocalypse,‌ you should be‌‍‍ worried about what‍⁠ happens when I break out of​​ this illusion. When​‌ you pretended to⁠ be my cousin,‍ I let it‌​ go. But if‍ this continues, I won’t just sit⁠‍‍ back.”

“…When‍‍‌ this illusion ends,‍​ you’ll lose your​​‌ memory too.”

Chaerina⁠ bit her lower⁠‌⁠ lip with barely⁠ contained anger.

“Do⁠​ you know why?‍​ Because even though‌⁠⁠ you’re close to⁠⁠⁠ omnipotent, you gave⁠⁠ up omniscience by‌​‍ choosing pathetic humanity.⁠⁠ You could have⁠ been great. Why​ did you throw​‍‌ that chance away?”⁠‌

“Because⁠ I’ve always done​‌​ whatever I wanted.‌⁠ In my past‍​⁠ life, and in‌‌⁠ this one too.”‌⁠‌

As​‍ I spoke, still​ bound by invisible‌ threads, I only‍‍ shrugged.

And‍​⁠ then, suddenly, a screech interrupted the​ moment.

Caw!‍‌‍

***​

I’m⁠​ happy.

I know that blind​⁠​ love isn’t always​‌ returned. I’m no⁠‍ longer a child.⁠‍‍

That‌‍ blonde human, Rachel,‍⁠ she’s just too‍⁠‌ developed. I’m also​​ a full-grown woman​‌​ now.

I learned at Joaquin‌​ Academy that what​ matters isn’t physical‌‍ development, but mental​ growth. I spent‌ three autumns with⁠​‌ him, and I’ve‌‍⁠ matured too.

Thank​⁠ goodness that, despite​⁠ my family’s and⁠‌‍ my grandfather’s opposition,‍​‍ I decided to⁠​ join the Wolf‌⁠ Class.

It‌‌‌ was the best‌ decision of my⁠ life.

No,‍​ on second thought,⁠‍‌ it was the⁠ first time I ever made a decision on my‌‌ own and acted‌ on it.

How​⁠ did I get​ the courage? There’s⁠ no need to‌ explain.

There’s​​ someone I’ve always‌⁠ wanted to be‍​ with… Even though​⁠‌ we’re a little‌ distant now, I’ve​‌ been watching him​‌‍ from afar.

Still,⁠‍‌ I’m happy. Because‍⁠‍ he’s alive, because‍‌‌ if I want‌‍ to, I can​‌​ go see him.⁠⁠‍

Really?⁠‍⁠

Yes,​​ really!

Losing‌ him was entirely‌‍‌ my fault. I can’t blame anyone‍‌​ else.

I was immature back‍​ then, and thinking‌⁠‍ I was being​ a burden to⁠‍​ him, I avoided‍⁠ him. Being unable‍‍ to imagine a future with him‌ was entirely my⁠ own mistake.

And‌‍​ so, you’re going‌⁠‍ to give up?​⁠

I…​‌⁠

I…‍​

From⁠‍ now on, I’ll‍​ give it my‍ all.

I’ll⁠ clear every obstacle‍⁠ in his path‌ with my own‍ hands. I didn’t‍ like getting my⁠​‍ hands dirty before?​​ So what?

Ah,‍‍ ah, right! I’m‍⁠‍ not saying I’ll‌⁠ hurt his friends!‌‌⁠

The​ people who protect​‍ him are precious⁠⁠‍ friends to me‌ too.

This‍⁠⁠ isn’t a coward’s⁠ excuse.

It’s‌‌ sincere—completely sincere, without⁠ a single lie.‍​⁠

And‌ I truly believe‍‌ this sincerity will‍⁠⁠ reach him.

I couldn’t express it⁠‍ when I was‌ clumsy and naive,‍​ but this time,‍​‌ I’m sure it⁠‍‌ will reach him.‍

And‌​⁠ if someone gets‍ in the way?⁠⁠

T-those‍ things don’t matter.​‍

Why?‍⁠

Because‍‍ I’ll eliminate them‌ all.

You⁠ know what? Crows⁠ survive by feeding​‌ on corpses. People​⁠‍ only see that‌​⁠ and think they’re​⁠​ bad omens, but​ not in Mongolia⁠ or Tibet.

There,‍ they have a funeral tradition called‍ “Sky Burial.”

They‌‌ believe the soul‍‍‍ of the deceased‍ ascends to the⁠ celestial palace with‌​ the crows.

Don’t​‌ tell me you—‍‌‌

“….”‌​

Heavenly⁠​‍ Sword.

I love you.

“So…”‍‍

Love‍‍⁠ me too.

***‌‌

“…Hugin?​‍ Munin? What are‌‌‍ you two doing‍ here?”

As​​ soon as Chaerina‌​​ muttered that, a large crow positioned⁠​ itself between us.‍​​

It⁠ ruffled the feathers‌‍‍ around its neck‍​ and fiercely shoved⁠‍⁠ Chaerina back.

Caw!⁠⁠ Caw!

Chaerina​⁠ had no choice⁠⁠‍ but to move‍ away from me.‌ I felt a slight weight on​‌​ my left shoulder.⁠

A large crow landed‌​‌ gently on it.⁠‍

Caw!‍

Another‍‍ crow gripped my⁠‍​ other shoulder with‍ its talons, like‍‌ a claw.

The​⁠ crow on the⁠‍‍ left stared intently‌ at Chaerina, as‌ if to keep‌‌​ her at bay,⁠‌⁠ while the one​ on the right‍‌ pecked me gently‍‍​ with its beak.⁠‍

It‌​‌ didn’t wound me.‌ In fact, as​ it moved its​‍ head like a woodpecker, I began​‌⁠ to regain my‌⁠⁠ freedom of movement.​

At⁠​ the same time,⁠‍​ I started to‍ break free from​​ the bond that‍⁠‌ shackled my soul.‌‌⁠

Whisper.⁠

I closed my eyes,‌‍ feeling a sense​ of release. The‍​‍ illusion shattered like​​ glass struck with‌‍​ a hammer.

The⁠‍ fragments reassembled to⁠‍‍ form reality once⁠ again.

Crackle…‍⁠‍

The⁠⁠‍ scent of fresh⁠⁠ grass brushed against‍⁠‌ my nose. I felt the pure‌​ air filtering through⁠ the folds of‍⁠‌ my mind.

When‌‍‌ I opened my⁠⁠​ eyes, a red‌ hue filled my‍​ field of vision.‌

Grrrrk…‌

A familiar figure passed⁠⁠ by my side,‍⁠​ dragging a katana‍⁠⁠ along the ground.‍

Whoosh!‌⁠

Her‍​⁠ red hair fluttered‌⁠‌ in the night⁠‌ breeze.

“Heavenly‍ Sword, are you​‍ alright?”

The​⁠ gaze that landed​​ among my hair​​ was murkier than⁠⁠‌ a pomegranate seed.⁠​

This⁠‌⁠ wasn’t the Chloe‌ I knew.

“This‍‌ time, I’ll save‌ you.”

Ten⁠ years had passed.‌⁠‍

T/N:‌

(1):​​‌ In Norse mythology,⁠ a magical rope​‍‍ used to bind‌ the monstrous wolf‍ Fenrir.

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