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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 343: End of the Inter-Academy Tournament (1)

Chapter 343: End of the Inter-Academy Tournament (1)

I never agreed with⁠‌ that saying, “defeat​‌ is the mother‌​‍ of victory.” Like​‌⁠ I said, I’ve‌⁠​ barely ever lost⁠⁠ to anyone in⁠⁠⁠ my life.

It’s​‍⁠ not like I only got involved‍‌ in things where​ I had an‌​ advantage—everything I wanted‌ to do just‌ happened to turn​ out the way​ I intended.

In​ short, I almost⁠‌ never had the​ chance to use‌​‍ a loss as‍ a stepping stone⁠⁠​ toward some future‌‌ triumph.

And‌ to be honest,‌​ while I’m not‍⁠‌ quite on Abel’s⁠‌‌ level, I’m pretty‍ competitive too.

If​ I’d ever settled,‍‌ cooled down, or‍‌⁠ made excuses for‌‌⁠ myself, the honorable​‌ title of the⁠‍⁠ country’s best swordsman‍‌ would’ve already been‍ taken from me.‌‌

But‍​ still—

“Uuaaaaahhhhhh—!”‍

The‍‌ thrill of the‍ tournament was still⁠​‍ alive. You’d think‌ it would’ve settled‍​ down over time,​‌ but instead, the‍‌‌ fervor only seemed⁠ to grow.

I could understand it⁠‌‍ on the day‍ of the event⁠ itself. It would’ve​‍ been a bit​​⁠ sad if the‌‌ excitement had died​⁠‌ out in just‌ one day.

But‌⁠⁠ people showed no‍ signs of fatigue,‍‍‌ continuing to praise​ Victoria and me​​‍ for the fight​⁠ we’d put on,‌⁠ over and over‌ again.

Victoria,​​⁠ for her part,‌ had to keep⁠‌ signing autographs for‌ every single person‍​⁠ who approached her.‌​ A pleasant kind‍ of torment, so⁠‌⁠ to speak.

During‌​ the week remaining⁠⁠‍ before the tournament⁠‍​ finals, the two⁠‌ of us had‍ to survive full-on​⁠‌ “celebrity mode in​ the middle of⁠ the crowd.”

People‍ looked at us‌ with eyes full​ of almost sacred⁠‌ reverence.

Even⁠⁠ Victoria, who at​ first seemed to‌​ enjoy the attention‍​⁠ with a hint‍ of shyness, eventually​‍⁠ became completely overwhelmed.‌‌​

She‌​​ started avoiding crowded‌​​ places and, from⁠​​ the third day⁠ on, shut herself⁠⁠ in her room.⁠⁠​

When​ Ji Changhyuk, the​ second-year representative, would⁠ leave a tray‌‍ of food outside‍ her door, only‍​ the empty dishes⁠​ would remain soon⁠⁠ after.

As‍⁠‌ an added note,​‍ all that food​ had been lovingly​⁠ prepared by yours‍‌‍ truly. Anyway.

Despite‌ the loss, the​‍ world acknowledged us.‌ In fact, if⁠‍​ we had won,​ I’m not even​⁠ sure the reaction‍​‌ would’ve been this‍‌⁠ intense. Probably not.‍​

‘People​ are celebrating precisely​⁠​ because we lost.’⁠⁠⁠

Why?‍‌⁠

Even⁠​‌ if they enjoyed‌‌ the content of⁠⁠⁠ the match, from⁠ the perspective of‌‌⁠ someone who lived⁠ through it, the⁠⁠​ level of euphoria‌⁠​ felt way too⁠‍ intense.

“…We⁠‌‍ lost, and they’re‌ this happy?”

Had‌ people been secretly⁠ longing for a story where the‍‌ Heavenly Sword was​ defeated?

Maybe‍⁠ I’ve got too​‌‍ much of a rebellious streak, but​​‌ even when I try to think‍⁠ positively, I end‍⁠‌ up getting defensive.‍‌

It’s⁠​‌ a bad habit.‍‍​ Keeping your guard‍​​ up all the⁠⁠ time just causes‌ the human soul⁠ to wither.

I’ll‌‌ have to either‍‍ correct it or‍‌‌ find another habit⁠‍⁠ to replace it.​‍ Though doing either​‍‍ immediately is next⁠‍ to impossible.

The‌ ones who had‌‌ always served as‌​ anchors for this​‍ kind of unstable‍ thinking were my​ family.

***‍⁠

It‌‍⁠ was the fifth‍‌ day. I watched⁠⁠ the sunset as⁠⁠ the weariness slowly⁠ faded. The entire​​⁠ room was wrapped​ in light from​‍ a huge window.‌​‍

Swiss⁠‌ nature stretched beyond​ like a canvas​​‍ painted with perfect⁠ precision.

In‍‌‌ the distance, Castle‍‍‌ Sigurd stood in​ solemn, imposing solitude.‍

The‍‌‍ contrast between the⁠‍ green pastures and⁠ the white velvet⁠​ that had protected​⁠ that place for‍‍ millennia was a work of art‍ that never ceased​ to awe.

Even‌‌ the winding path‌‍ skirting the castle⁠‍ walls had a kind of aesthetic‍ charm.

I was trying to‌​ get into a contemplative mood when‌‍‌ Ryozo snorted playfully.​​

“Lucky‌​​ Heavenly Sword. Win⁠ or lose, people​‍ go crazy for​​ you. Me, on⁠⁠ the other hand—as‌ the director—I can​ do nine things‍‌ right, but make​‌ one mistake and‍ suddenly I’ve sold​ out the country.”‍‌​

She‍‍ was clearly teasing‌ me, and yes,⁠⁠‍ she meant it.‌ But that was‍‍ her way of‌‍‍ consoling—biting, sure, but‌ a thousand times⁠‌ more effective than‌‌​ any cheap sympathy.‌‌‌

“And‍ what if they’re‌‍ teasing me too,‌ Director? Or maybe…‌‍⁠ this is all⁠​ a hidden camera​ prank everyone planned​​ while I was​​‌ stuck in the‍⁠​ Demon Realm.”

“…”‍

“…”‍‍

“…You…”​‍‍

Ryozo​​ tilted her head⁠‌ at a strange⁠⁠​ angle.

“W-wait,⁠ how did you​ know…?”

“Sorry,⁠ Ryozo. This is​​‍ the seventh time​​⁠ you’ve pulled this‍​​ stunt.”

“Tsk.​⁠​ Boring.”

She‌ looked genuinely disappointed.‍‌ Said she missed⁠ the wild, rough‍​⁠ kid I used​‌⁠ to be in‌‌ my teenage years.‍‌

It⁠​‌ was then, during‍‌‌ our lighthearted exchange,‍⁠ that Ryozo rested​ her head on‌​​ my shoulder and​‌‌ gently rubbed my‌⁠‌ back as twilight‌​‍ deepened around us.‍

“People‍‍‌ aren’t cheering because‍⁠ you lost. It’s⁠​⁠ because through the‍‍ two of you,​‌​ they saw something​ beyond the outcome.”​‍​

“That’s‌⁠ odd. I thought⁠⁠ most people only‍‌ cared about the‍ results—that they didn’t‍‍⁠ give a damn‍ about the process.”‌⁠‌

“That​⁠‌ might be true⁠ for adults like​⁠⁠ us. But tell‌ me, what’s the⁠‍ event we’re celebrating​​‍ right now?”

“The​ inter-academy tournament.”

Ryozo⁠ smiled softly.

“People‌‌⁠ get it twisted,‍ but academies aren’t⁠‌‍ about results—they’re about‍‍ building the process.‌⁠⁠ Midterms and finals‌⁠‍ are just checkpoints⁠⁠ to confirm progress.​⁠​ They’re still part⁠ of the journey.”⁠‍‌

“…So‌⁠⁠ the tournament is​​‍ part of that​​ too.”

“Exactly.‌⁠‍ No one says⁠‌ it aloud, but‌‍‍ deep down, everyone​⁠ understands. Giving your‌ all, finding a solution when everyone⁠⁠ thought you’d lose…‍‍ once they saw⁠‌‍ that, the result​‍ stopped mattering.”

A chill ran down‌ my spine. Ryozo⁠​ lightly poked the⁠ small of my​​ back as she⁠⁠ went on.

“The​⁠​ crown princess of​ the Kingdom of⁠ Victoria and the‍⁠ world’s mightiest Heavenly⁠ Sword—fighting like that,‍ who wouldn’t be⁠​ moved? Losing only⁠‌​ made your journey​ shine even more.”⁠⁠‍

“Ah…”​‍

“If⁠​⁠ you’d won, people‌ would’ve mentioned the‍ outcome a few⁠ times and that’d​‍‌ be it. Human​‌‍ interest is limited;‌‍​ it only fixates‌⁠​ on one thing.”⁠

Listening‌⁠ to her cleared​‍ my mind.

“The‍ reason I was⁠‍ so surprised people‌ were moved despite‌ the loss… maybe​ it’s because I’ve​⁠ never really lost​ to anyone before,​⁠‍ Ryozo.”

“Don’t‌ look at it⁠ as a loss,‍​‌ Geom-Ma. Just see‍ it as part⁠​​ of the journey.⁠ After all, it’s⁠​ only a tournament​‍​ trial. And you​​ didn’t really lose‌ completely, right?”

“Right.‌​ There’s still one‌ event left.”

“Ugh,​ my whole body‌ aches.”

Ryozo⁠‌ feigned a groan‍ and glanced sideways⁠​‌ at me.

“Must​ be because we⁠ held class on​ a rare day‍ off. I’m really‍‌ feeling it.”

“And​⁠ how does one‍ pay for such​ a class, Director?”⁠

“Hmm…⁠‍ if I charge‍‌ too much, I might get sued.⁠​​ But my shoulders⁠ are tense. How⁠ about a massage?”‌​⁠

“Haha…”‌​‍

Phew,⁠‌ seriously what am⁠ I going to‌⁠​ do with this‌⁠ woman? She was‌ so adorable, I almost wanted to​ bite her cheeks.‌

Crunch!⁠‌‌

Ryozo‍‌‌ and I looked⁠‍ down at the‍​​ same time. Two‌​​ distinct snouts were‌⁠‌ poking out from‍​​ under the sofa—biting‌ my ankles.

I lifted both legs​​ in one swift​‌ motion. Tiny versions​​ of Sköll and​ Hati, barely the​ size of a forearm, were hanging⁠ off my ankles,‌ swinging slightly.

“Kkeng?”‍

Sköll‌⁠​ and Hati tilted⁠⁠​ their heads, gums​ exposed. It was‌‍‍ a different kind​‍ of cuteness. Like‍ emotional support wolves.‌​⁠

“…Hey,​⁠⁠ you—white dog. And‍‍⁠ you—black dog.”

Sköll​ was the white‍‍ one, Hati the​‌⁠ black. Under Ryozo’s‌ disapproving glare, the​​ two let go⁠​⁠ and dropped to⁠‍ the floor.

“What⁠ are you doing⁠⁠ here, instead of​​ staying in your‍⁠‍ room, wrecking things?”⁠​

They​⁠‍ covered their heads‍ with their front‍‍⁠ paws and began​ to tremble. Ryozo‌⁠ put her hands​‌ on her hips‍⁠⁠ and raised her⁠‍ voice.

“Kkeng…”‍‌‍

“Why‍‌‌ are you crying​⁠ now? Think crying‍‌⁠ solves everything? Fixes⁠‌ the world? Tsk!‌ And you two—shut⁠ it already!”

The‌ once-mighty Sköll and‌‌ Hati had no‌‍ defense against her​ scolding. They bawled⁠​ openly, leaving wet​ patches on the‍⁠ carpet.

After​⁠​ the tournament, the‌⁠​ twin wolves had⁠​​ shrunk down. Their​⁠⁠ massive, imposing bodies⁠ were no more.​

According⁠ to Speedweapon, who‌‌⁠ had brought them‍​​ from the Demon​‍ Realm, it was‍⁠ due to extreme⁠⁠ exertion. They had​ used every fiber‍​ of their being,​​ so their bodies​⁠ contracted. They’re magical​ beasts that shrink⁠‍‍ when their energy’s⁠‌ depleted, but who⁠‍ would’ve thought they’d​‌ become this tiny?‍​⁠

I was largely to‌⁠ blame for their​⁠‍ pitiful state, so⁠ I decided to​‍ take care of​ them until they​‍ returned to normal.⁠‍‍ Even beasts understood​​ gratitude. And according​⁠ to experts, they’d‌​​ be back to‍‍ adult size in‌ three days.

But‍⁠​ for now, they​ were still chihuahua-sized.‌ Though they ate‌⁠‍ plenty—their cheeks puffed⁠‌​ out and their⁠‍ bellies nearly touched​ the floor.

Just‌‍ then, at Ryozo’s‌ scolding, Sköll and‍​‌ Hati bolted with​‍‌ their tails between‌ their legs and⁠‍⁠ flung themselves into‍⁠‍ the arms of⁠‍‌ Abel, who had⁠ just exited her⁠​‌ room. They rubbed‍ up against her.‌

“Kkeng!⁠ Kkeng!”

“Hmm…?⁠‌‌ Are you hungry?”‌‌‍

Even⁠‌‍ half-asleep, Abel responded‌ to their antics⁠‌⁠ like she understood⁠​‍ them. Ryozo, now⁠ leaning over the​‌ sofa, gave a dry laugh.

“Those‌​​ two… I’m not⁠ sure they’re even‌ animals. Did you⁠ see how sharp⁠ they are? If⁠ only our teachers​⁠ were half as​⁠ smart…”

Ryozo,‌‍ looking a bit‌​ worn out, dusted‌‌‌ herself off and⁠​ walked off elsewhere.​ As if to‌⁠​ take her place,⁠ Abel sat down​‍​ beside me with‍⁠‍ the two fluffballs​‍ in her arms.⁠

“Did​ Sköll and Hati⁠⁠ do something to‌‌‌ Ryozo? Pee on‍ her leg or‍⁠​ something?”

“It​‌‍ wasn’t pee… it‍‌⁠ was poop… Never​​ mind.”

As⁠​​ I gave the‍‍​ furballs a warning‌‌​ glance, Abel hesitated⁠‍ a moment. Then,‌‌ after thinking it⁠ over, she spoke‌ with some difficulty.‍

“Hey…‍‍ could you come​​ with me to‌‍ the catacombs for⁠⁠ a bit?”

“Catacombs?‍ The undead dungeon?​ At this hour​ of the night?”‍

“…Yeah.”‍

Abel‍⁠‍ lowered her voice.‍‍

“The‌​ final event of‌ the inter-academy tournament‍ is the day​‍‌ after tomorrow, right?​​ I figured once⁠ I leave Switzerland,‌⁠ I’ll be so‌ busy I won’t‍‍ be able to⁠ come back for‌​ a while. I woke up thinking‍ maybe… I should​‌​ go visit my​ father while I still can…”

“And‍‍​ why are you‍‌ saying that like‌ you did something‌⁠‌ wrong? Of course​‍ you can go.”‍

“You​‌‍ sure? Today’s an‌‍ odd-numbered day.”

Odd‌​ days were Ryozo’s⁠‍ responsibility.

“And⁠​ why do you​‍‌ think Ryozo suddenly‍ cleared out of‌‍ here? Abel, I’m‌‌⁠ pretty sure she‍⁠ left because she​⁠‍ knew you’d ask‍​ me this.”

At‍‌‌ my words, Abel⁠​ turned to the‌‍ door Ryozo had​ exited through.

“You⁠‌‌ know how sharp⁠ she is. And​​ how observant. Like⁠ you said, she​‍‍ knows you’ll be​‍​ busy soon. So⁠​ she’s telling you⁠ to go see‍‍ your father.”

Maybe‍‍ that wasn’t her⁠⁠ original intention. But​ at this point,⁠ I had learned​​‌ how to survive‍‍⁠ between two wives.​⁠⁠ Make each one​ look good in​⁠‌ the eyes of⁠‌​ the other.

“…Ryozo.”​

Abel’s‍ eyes grew wistful,‍⁠‍ then she nodded​‌ firmly. She set⁠​ Sköll and Hati‍ down. Then she‌ came back wearing​ my black coat,​ draped it over‍‍‍ my shoulders, and⁠‌ got herself ready​‍‌ to head out.‌⁠​

As‌ I watched her⁠‍ prepare with energy,​‌ I warned her.⁠​‌

“We’re⁠ not using my‍ magic today. You⁠ know the rule.⁠​‍ No using magic‍ on a day⁠ that doesn’t belong‌ to you.”

“And​‍⁠ how are we⁠ supposed to go?​⁠ At this hour,​‌‍ there are no‌⁠ mountain buses. Should⁠⁠ we call Shail?”⁠⁠⁠

I’d​​⁠ rather face Ryozo’s⁠ sharp glares than⁠⁠​ ride in that⁠​‌ motorized maid’s car.‌⁠⁠ Just the thought‌‍⁠ made me shiver,‌‍ and I shook‌ my head.

“We’ve​ got a perfectly‍ good, eco-friendly form‌‍ of transport.”

My‌ eyes locked onto‍​ Abel’s feet. Under‍‍ that gaze, Sköll‍​‍ and Hati trembled.‍​‌

“Whitey,⁠ Blackie.”

They​⁠ tried hiding behind‌‌ Abel, but I quickly bound their​ paws with a spell.

“Shouldn’t​ you two be​​ earning your meals?”​

I’d‍‍ spent ten years‍ with Ramzy Thunder.⁠‍ I had more‍ than enough experience⁠ with beasts.

‘Speaking​​​ of which.’

I wonder if Lycan‍⁠ at least eats⁠ acorns or something.‍

***‍‍

At​⁠​ the same time.‍

In⁠⁠‍ the main building‍‌ of Parsy Academy,‍ the waves of‌‍​ celebration had continued‍ uninterrupted for five​‌​ consecutive days.

Even‌‌‌ if the victory‍ was somewhat tainted,​​ they had still⁠⁠​ beaten that Joaquin.‌

The​ shareholders toasted with​⁠‍ champagne glasses to⁠ celebrate the win.‌

“Let’s⁠⁠‍ drink! Let’s drink!⁠ For the glory‍ of Parsy, for‌⁠‌ its bright future!”‍⁠

“Hahaha,‍⁠ madam, aren’t you⁠ celebrating a bit⁠‌ early? There’s still‍​​ one event left.”‌​

Though‌‌‍ they had partied‍​‍ for five days‍ and nights, there⁠‌⁠ wasn’t a hint​⁠‍ of fatigue.

Even​ if the whole‍⁠‌ world praised Heavenly‌ Sword and Victoria,‌​‍ they didn’t care.‍

The⁠‍⁠ shareholders pretended to‍‌ sincerely desire the​ glory of Parsy,‌​ but—

“The⁠ students will do⁠‍‍ their part. We‍⁠ adults only need‍ to toast as‌⁠ we watch our⁠ Parsy shares rise.​​⁠ Cheers!”

They​ were far more‍ intoxicated by the​​‍ profits gained.

“Heh.”⁠​

The​⁠ headmistress of Parsy⁠‌⁠ watched the scene‍ from a corner⁠⁠‌ of the hall.‌⁠ Her brow was‍‌‍ furrowed, clearly displeased.‌

“The‍‍‌ ones who do⁠​⁠ the work are​ the bears, but​​‍ those bastards reap⁠ the rewards.”

From‌ the moment they​⁠‍ started talking about​‍​ the students, her⁠ blood had begun‌​‌ to boil.

Despite‍⁠‍ her petty appearance,‍‍ there wasn’t a hint of disdain​⁠ toward her students.​​ That much, she⁠‍ could swear.

Precisely​ because of that,⁠ she endured the​​ harassment from this⁠‌‍ greed-soaked nobility. If‌ an academy soaked​‌​ up this ideology⁠​‌ like a sponge⁠⁠ without a lid,⁠⁠ the future of​‌‌ heroic society would‌ be grim.

‘If​ it were up‍​‌ to Heavenly Sword,‍ he’d have cut‌‌ all their throats‍‌⁠ already.’

The‌​‍ headmistress’s wish was⁠‌ to see an‌‌ aristocratic society that‌ functioned properly.

“The​​​ nobility system, in‍ its origin, was‍​ something healthy. As⁠‌ long as the⁠ concept of hereditary‍‌‌ blessings exists, this​‍‍ order is like​⁠‌ a second skin.‌⁠⁠ The problem is,‍‌​ part of that‍‌‌ skin has turned⁠‍ into infected tissue.”‌

Couldn’t⁠‍ she ally with⁠‌ Heavenly Sword and​ cut these bastards‌ out from the⁠‍ root? The idea​‌‍ started drumming behind⁠​ her teeth.

‘Stop​ fantasizing about the‌ impossible,’ she told‍⁠​ herself, taking a sip of iced‍ water to cool‍‌ her burning throat.‍

“Are⁠⁠ you the headmistress?”⁠‌‍

A woman with a hat pulled low‌ over her eyes‌ approached and asked.‍⁠ She even wore‍​ sunglasses. Clearly, she​‍ was going out‍⁠‍ of her way‍ to appear suspicious.​​‍

The‌​ headmistress narrowed her‍ eyes as well,​ matching the exaggerated​‌ disguise.

“Who‌​ are you?”

“A⁠‌​ shareholder who goes‌‍⁠ by the pseudonym‍⁠⁠ ‘Kitty.’”

“Kitty…‍​ Kitty… That name‍‍​ sounds familiar…”

“It’s⁠​ normal you don’t‍‍ remember. I invested‍ right before the‍‌​ tournament.”

“Ah!”⁠‍​

The‌⁠⁠ headmistress clapped.

“You‍‌ were the one​‍ who bought a huge amount of‌‍‌ our academy’s shares‍‌ all at once!​‌ We finally meet.⁠​‍ I wanted to‍ thank you personally,​​‍ but since you‌​⁠ used a pseudonym,‍‍‍ I couldn’t. My​‍ apologies.”

“There’s‌ no need. I didn’t do it‌ for recognition.”

“Even​ so, thank you.​⁠‍ Unlike those other​ shareholders, your investment⁠ felt genuine, like‍‍⁠ a gesture of​‌ goodwill toward education.⁠ If there’s anything‍⁠ you want, just​​ say it. I’ll‍​ do whatever I can.”

“…Then.”‌⁠‍

When‌ she shook her⁠​⁠ head, a lock​ of hair slipped⁠‌⁠ from beneath the‍ hat.

It​ was red. She‌ tucked it behind‍‍ her ear, as‌‌‌ if that alone‌​​ could betray her​‌‌ identity.

A second red strand?‍

Before​‌‌ the headmistress could⁠‌⁠ react to the‍⁠ chill that ran⁠‌​ down her spine,⁠‌ the woman took‍⁠‌ the lead.

“This‌⁠⁠ is the list‍ of all the⁠​ shareholders present.”

At‌ that moment, a small firework burst,⁠‍ causing the air‍ to tremble. Her​‌ sunglasses slipped slightly.​⁠‍

“Please.”‌

The‍​‌ eyes behind the‌ lenses gleamed with​​ a crimson hue.⁠⁠​

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