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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 344: End of the Inter-Academy Tournament (2)

Chapter 344: End of the Inter-Academy Tournament (2)

Catacombs.⁠‍

Once​⁠‌ known by the‌⁠‌ infamous nickname “Dungeon⁠ of the Undead,”⁠⁠ the Palace of⁠‌⁠ the Fallen.

There,​‌ heroes of the‌​‌ past rest in​‌‍ peace—among them Abel’s⁠‌ father, Orion von‌‍​ Nibelung.

It’s⁠‍ essentially a commemorative‌‍ mausoleum.

It​‍‌ took a little⁠​‍ over an hour​⁠⁠ to get there​‍ from Parsy Academy,⁠‍ mainly because the⁠⁠​ catacombs are located‌‍⁠ in Geneva, right‌⁠ on the border​‌ between Lyon, France,‌‌⁠ and Switzerland.

Of​​​ course, most of​‌‌ the credit goes‌​‍ to Sköll and‍ Hati, who ran⁠ without pause until​‌‍ we arrived.

Turned‍ out they’d fully⁠ recovered by the‍⁠ second day, but​‍ kept pretending to​ be chihuahuas.

Shameless‍⁠​ little things.

The‌‍‌ moment I smiled‌ at them, they​ dropped the act.‌

Hmm?⁠ How did I know?

— Hey, you bastard!⁠ Even a dog​​⁠ lets its mother‌⁠ eat first! And‌ you dare grab‌‌‌ the spoon before⁠ your master, the⁠ one who gave⁠​​ you shelter, food,‍‌‌ and education? You’re‍​ not even better‌‌ than a dog—!‌‍

“…”‌⁠

I drew my best​‌ medicine—my Sword.

— “You’re not even‍ better than a dog!”

I am the God‌​ of the Sword.​

***‌⁠

The​ Alpine wind tousled‌‍ Abel’s hair.

She​ pulled the fur​ collar of her​ coat up to‍​‌ her nose and‌‌ murmured.

“It’s‌ been a long‍‍‌ time…”

“Yeah,⁠ it really has.”‌

I adjusted the front​‌‍ of my black‌⁠‌ coat and looked⁠‍‍ ahead. In a place like the‍ catacombs, the cold‌‍ was inevitable.

We​​⁠ were deep in​‌ the Alps, surrounded‍⁠‍ by a vast‍ forest that gave⁠​ the area a serene atmosphere.

But⁠​ that eerie, icy‍ air from our​⁠‌ first visit was‌ no longer there.​​

The‍ massive gate, which​ once felt like‌⁠‌ the entrance to​‍⁠ hell, was now⁠‍ well maintained, exuding​‍‍ a serene solemnity.⁠​​

The‍‍​ lined tombstones up​‍​ to the entrance​​ formed an awe-inspiring⁠ view.

Shhhk.​​​

I turned. Abel sniffled⁠‍ softly, walking past‌⁠ each tombstone.

Her‌ pure gaze reminded‍ me of scattered⁠‍​ stars in the‍ night sky.

‘I’m‌‍⁠ proud of you,⁠⁠‍ Abel.’

It​⁠ was the result​⁠​ of ten years‍⁠ of effort between​⁠​ Abel and her‍‌​ grandfather, the Sword‌ Master.

Together,⁠‌ they formed a research group and​‌ thoroughly explored the‍ catacombs.

They‌‌ did it to‌‌​ restore the honor⁠ of heroes nearly‍​​ forgotten by history.‍‌​ The Nibelungs ensured⁠ that their fading⁠‌​ glory would shine⁠‍ once more.

‘If⁠ Ryozo carries the‍‍ future of the‌⁠⁠ heroic world as‍​ a director, then⁠‌ Abel carries its‍‌‌ history.’

I have wives I truly don’t deserve.⁠⁠⁠

“Come​⁠ on, Geom-Ma, don’t⁠⁠‍ lag behind.”

I felt a flash⁠⁠​ of embarrassment and​⁠ rubbed the top⁠ of my lip.​​

“It’s⁠⁠⁠ been three years.”​‌

“Together,⁠⁠‌ yes. My last‌‌ visit was two‍ years ago.”

“Sorry.⁠ I should’ve come‍​⁠ with you more⁠‍‌ often.”

Abel​‍ shook her head.‌

“It’s‍‍​ okay. Who doesn’t‍​ know you’ve been⁠‍ busy with Demon‌‍ Kingdom affairs? The‌‍ fact you came​ without warning is‌ enough.”

Grrrrr…​

A low growl echoed‍‌ powerfully. Sköll and​⁠​ Hati, who brought⁠ us here, were​ breathing heavily, catching‍ their breath.

Now⁠​​ that I looked‍‌‍ closely, their defined‍‍ muscles were impressive.‌⁠

Abel‌‍‍ and I dismounted.​​‍ I stroked their‍ coarse fur, and⁠​‍ their bodies shrank​‌​ back to chihuahua‌⁠⁠ size. Still so⁠ committed to the‍‌ act.

“Well⁠‌ done. I’ll pamper‍⁠ you both today.”‌

“Heh​​ heh!”

I hoisted Sköll, the​‍ white pup, onto⁠‍ my shoulders, while‌​‌ Abel lifted Hati,⁠⁠ the black one,‍ as if he​ were a treasure.⁠‌⁠

And⁠⁠ so, we walked.‌‍​

Crunch,⁠ crunch.

The‍‌⁠ snow underfoot brushed​ against our ankles.‌

We‍ stopped in front‌‌ of the gate.‌‍

Both​​ of us placed‍ a hand on‌​ it and closed‍‌ our eyes.

Sköll‍⁠​ and Hati joined⁠ the silent moment‌⁠⁠ as well.

After‌⁠ a while, we‍‌​ lifted our hands⁠​ just as the‌ snow began to‌​ fall.

The⁠⁠​ tribute was done.​​⁠ No grand reason⁠⁠‍ was needed.

Surely,‍‌‌ our feelings reached⁠⁠​ the ancient heroes.‌⁠

‘I⁠​⁠ promise I’ll visit⁠ more often.’

Abel⁠‌⁠ suddenly asked.

“What‌⁠ did you wish⁠‍‌ for?”

“They‍‍ say if you‌⁠‌ say it out​​‌ loud, it won’t‌​ come true.”

“And‍‍ I’m “someone else”?”⁠‍‌

I was already in‌‍​ trouble…

Three‍ pairs of eyes⁠⁠ stared intently at‍ me. Sköll, Hati…⁠‌ you too?

No​ helping it.

I replied, awkwardly.

“…If‍‌ a great crisis‌‌‌ ever comes, may​‌⁠ the people around‍‍​ me stay safe,‌‌⁠ even if I—”⁠

“What⁠‌ kind of wish‌⁠⁠ is that?”

Abel​ puffed her cheeks​ and clung to⁠​ my arm.

I felt her warmth—and‍‌ Sköll’s—at the same‍​ time.

“No‌⁠ matter what happens,‍ we’re together. Don’t⁠‌ say things like​‌​ ‘even if I’m⁠‌⁠ not around.’ If‍ something happens to​​​ you, I’ll search⁠ the ends of⁠‌⁠ the world—no, the‍ entire universe—to find‌ you. I’ll scour​ the whole galaxy​‍⁠ if I have​⁠ to.”

Spoken‌ with a universe​ in her eyes,‍⁠⁠ her words carried‌ a powerful conviction.​⁠‍ I smiled. So​ did she.

Having​⁠ fulfilled our purpose,​⁠⁠ it was time​ to head home.‍‌⁠

We‍⁠ turned to leave,‌⁠ footsteps imprinted in​‍ the snow, when‌‍ I felt it.⁠⁠

“…Huh?”‍⁠

A gust of wind‌⁠ brushed my cheek.‌‌​ But it came‌ from the opposite⁠‌⁠ side of the​‌ mountain. And it‌‍​ smelled of stagnant⁠⁠ moisture.

Crrrrrk…​

The⁠‍ massive catacomb gate‍‌ opened.

Beyond‌‍ the crack, torches‌⁠ lit up along‍‌‌ the walls. The‍ hot wind blowing‌ from inside was​ sticky.

“…What‌⁠‌ is this?”

Are‌ they filming “Korean‍ Legends” at this‍‌‌ hour? Come to‌​​ think of it,⁠​ we once shot‍ an impromptu horror‌​ movie in an​ annex during high​‌⁠ school. Looks like‌‍ this was the​​ sequel.

“Geom-Ma.”‌​‍

Abel​ tugged at the​ edge of my⁠​ clothes. I grasped⁠⁠ her hand firmly.​

“Let’s⁠ go in.”

Ignoring⁠ it didn’t seem⁠‌​ wise. And if⁠ it was going⁠ to show up‍ in a dream‍ later, better to⁠‌ confirm now.

“…Yeah…”​

We​⁠‍ stepped inside.

At‍‌‍ that moment, the​ gate closed softly‌ behind us.

***‌

We‌ walked down a dimly lit corridor.‌⁠

The⁠​ torchlight illuminated our‍‍ surroundings. It felt⁠⁠​ like walking through​‌ a cozy abyss.‌

‘Was‌ this place always​​ this peaceful inside?’‍

The‍​ warm flames seemed⁠⁠ to dissolve the​ horrible memories just‍​ a little.

“Grrrrr…”​‌

Sköll⁠‍ and Hati bared‌‌‌ their fangs with​⁠​ tense brows.

“Hey,‍ what’s up with​ them all of‍⁠ a sudden?”

“Wait,⁠​‌ Abel.”

They⁠ were still as‌ loyal as ever.⁠

“…Do​​ you feel anything?”‌

“No.”​

I gently pushed Abel‌‍ behind me. Protecting​⁠​ the Lady of​‌‍ the Sword… anyone‌‌‌ hearing that might​‍‍ have laughed, but‍ I was doing⁠ my duty as​​‌ a husband.

“Then‌ why…?”

“Because‌ I feel absolutely‍​ nothing.”

That​​‍ was precisely what‌ was suspicious. There​​‍ was no presence​ at all, and​​ yet, Sköll and‍ Hati’s hackles were‍ raised. Their animal​​ instinct was giving⁠​‍ a clear warning.‍‍⁠

I slipped my right‍ hand into my‌⁠ coat. If something⁠⁠⁠ happened, I planned⁠‍‍ to bring down‍⁠‍ the pillars supporting‌⁠‍ the ceiling with​‍​ a single slash​ from my sashimi‍‌‍ blade.

‘Abel,​​ forgive me… but‌ better to destroy‍‌ and rebuild than​ let a danger​‌⁠ linger.’

And‍‍ just then—

Flash!‌⁠

Something⁠​‍ moved. I drew​‌‍ and threw Murasame.‌‌

They‌‌ don’t call me‌⁠ “Faster-than-words Sashimi” for​⁠​ nothing. I’m the‌ impatient type who‌‍⁠ only calms down‌ after cutting something.‍

Shiiing!​​​

Shiiiing!​

Murasame‍‍​ flew like a crossbow bolt. It​‌ was tethered to​ my hand by‌​ a fine thread‍‍‍ that vibrated like‍‌‍ a ripple when⁠‍ it struck something.⁠‌

‘A⁠‍ big catch.’

“Aaaaaaagh!”‍‍

A piercing scream echoed‍⁠ through the corridor.​‍ I pulled on⁠⁠ the thread. The‍​‌ sashimi and the⁠⁠‌ figure ensnared in‍ it came flying‍‍ toward me at‌‌‌ high speed.

Brutal⁠‍ as it may‌​ sound, it was​ fine. I had‌ the Blessing of⁠ Transfer and the‍ Blessing of Regeneration.‍‍⁠ I could heal‍‌‌ instantly.

‘Just⁠⁠⁠ like I did​​⁠ with that guy​‍ when we met⁠ here before, right…?’‌‌

When‌⁠ the figure was‌ close enough to‍‍ recognize, Abel peeked‌​ out from behind​ me.

“…!”​

She⁠ covered her mouth⁠‌‍ in shock.

While‍‍ I tilted my‍ head, confused, Abel‍‌⁠ pointed at the​⁠‍ person’s neck.

“I-it’s…‍ the mister!”

The​‍ mister?

“Sir‌‍​ M-Michelan!”

“What?”‌⁠‍

As‍‌ soon as I heard that name‌ buried in a corner of my‌⁠‍ memory, I looked‌⁠ down immediately.

Even⁠ after ten years,​‍‍ that neck was‍‍ unmistakable.

“Ugh…‍‍ undead, help! Agh…​ wait, I’m not⁠​ undead anymore…”

Muttering⁠⁠ old jokes, the‌‌‍ man stumbled to​‍​ his feet. Just​ as Abel had‌ said.

“You’ve‌‌ grown so much.”⁠‌

He‌‌​ smiled. Through the‌‍‍ gap where a tooth was missing,⁠ the catacomb hallway‍⁠ was visible. A grayish veil gave‌⁠ him an almost​⁠⁠ translucent look.

“I​‍​ really wanted to‌ see you.”

Michelan,⁠ once an undead,​‌‌ had now reappeared‌‍ as a ghost.​‍

***​‌

Back‍ when the catacombs​ were still known​​ as the Undead​‌⁠ Dungeon, Michelan had⁠‍​ guided Abel, Shail,‌‍ and me.

He⁠‍ wanted to be​‍‌ freed from the⁠‌ draugr’s curse with⁠​ our help.

He​ had also shared,‌ if only a little, the truth​‌‌ from 700 years⁠‌​ ago.

Thanks‍​ to the clues​ he gave, I was able to​‌ obtain the “Memory‌‍​ Fragment.”

And​​‌ in the end,⁠ with those fragments,​‌​ I awakened the​‍‍ “Blessing of the‍ God of the​‌​ Sword” and defeated‌‌ the demons.

Our‍​‌ encounter with Michelan​‍ was brief. But‌‌⁠ it had an⁠​ undeniable influence on‍‌ my journey.

“What‍ an honor to​‌ see you again!‍ Living centuries was‍ worth it just​⁠⁠ for this!”

As⁠ a former undead⁠⁠⁠ who had lived‌‌ for centuries, Michelan‍​ had a unique‍​⁠ sense of humor.‌‌‍ Abel spoke.

“…Sir,⁠‌‍ how…?”

“Yes,‍‌ I’m wondering that‍⁠ too.”

Michelan⁠ scratched his cheek.​‍

The⁠⁠ situation was serious,⁠⁠⁠ but I almost⁠​‍ burst out laughing.⁠

His‍⁠‌ fingers and face⁠ were so translucent‌ they sank into‍​ his own cheek.‍⁠‍

“I‍ also thought I had finally found​‌⁠ eternal rest, but‌ at some point,‌‍‌ I ended up‍ in this state.‍⁠ And not just⁠‍‌ me…”

His‌ voice trailed off.⁠​‍

“Well…​ it’s not the‌ time to talk‍ about that. Anyway!‍⁠‌ I’m so happy⁠⁠ to see you​⁠ again!”

Michelan​‍ was so overjoyed‌​​ that we couldn’t‍​​ help but smile.​⁠

We‍ owed him a lot in many⁠‌​ ways.

I felt bad for​‌⁠ throwing the sashimi‌​ at him without⁠‍‌ thinking, so I apologized multiple times.‌‌​

“It’s⁠ fine! It brought​‍ back good memories!”​‌⁠

“That​ sounded a little‌​‍ bitter…”

“No‌‍ way! I don’t‌​ even have bones⁠‌ anymore! I’m a ghost, hahaha!”

He​​‌ definitely was a bit salty.

After‍​‌ that light-hearted reunion,⁠‌ we caught up‌​ with Michelan.

We​‍‌ told him how‌‌ humanity had won‌‍ the Second Great‍‍ Human-Demon War, and​‍ even that Abel​ and I had‌ gotten married.

Michelan​​​ listened quietly to​⁠‍ the first part,‌​ but when we⁠​‌ told him the​ second, he floated‍ in joy, twirling⁠⁠ in the air‌‌‍ like an acrobat.⁠​‍

Sköll‌‍ and Hati just‌‌⁠ stared at him​ like he was‌‍ a pesky fly,‍⁠​ but in the​ Palace of the‍ Fallen, true laughter​‍⁠ bloomed.

Even‌ the torches flickered‌ as if the⁠⁠ surrounding spirits were​ applauding.

We‌‌‍ had shared nearly‍​ everything.

“From⁠‍ undead to ghost,​ how strange.”

“I⁠​‍ was surprised too!‌​ From undead to‍‍ ghost, I once‍‍ thought, what if⁠‌​ I’ve become a kind of shinigami‍⁠ who’s transcended death?”⁠‍

Michelan‍ was clearly thrilled.‍‍

“Since⁠‍​ I became a ghost, I can​⁠ move around the​⁠​ catacombs, but I can’t go to‌‍⁠ crowded cities. Ah!‍ But don’t pity‍‌‍ me! Being a ghost was my‍ own choice. I can pass on‌ anytime I want.”​‍

“Do​​ you have any‍‌ idea why you​‍‍ came back as​​‌ a ghost?”

“An‍ idea… well, maybe.​ I think there’s⁠ mana flowing in​ the mortal world.​‍‍ Since becoming a ghost, I’ve been​‌⁠ able to see⁠ mana flow. I think that’s involved.⁠⁠‍ Just a personal​​‍ opinion.”

What‍ Michelan said matched​‍⁠ my own deductions.‍‍

‘Michelan⁠ became a ghost.​‌⁠ The mana invasion​​ has manifested in‌‌‍ a tangible way.’​

While​​ I was reflecting,‌​‌ Michelan gave me‌‌‍ a profound look.​ He nodded slightly,‍​⁠ then spoke.

“Would​​ you come with⁠‌​ me for a moment?”

“I‍ don’t see why‌ not… but where⁠ to?”

Abel​⁠ asked. Michelan smiled‍ warmly.

“Come‌ with me to‍⁠ the underground.”

“…”‌⁠‍

Abel‍‍ hesitated. And rightly‍⁠‍ so.

Deep⁠‌ within the catacombs,‌‍ her father, Orion‍⁠ von Nibelung, had‍‌ vanished into dust.‍​​ Naturally, she didn’t‍ want to return.‍‌

But​‍⁠ as the good⁠‌ wife who never⁠​ knew defeat, it⁠ seemed she gathered⁠ her courage.

“Let’s‌ go.”

Abel​‍​ took the lead‍​​ with determination.

Michelan⁠ looked at us‌​ with smiling eyes​ and picked up‍ the pace.

I followed them in⁠‍ silence.

Step.⁠ Step.

We⁠ descended a long⁠⁠⁠ spiral staircase until‍‍‍ a crypt opened​‍​ before us.

The‍​ atmosphere had changed.​‍

The‌⁠ gloomy landscape had​ been replaced by​‌ something mystical.

Frost‍‌ melted, forming puddles‍ that splashed beneath‍ our feet.

Moss,⁠⁠ though faint, showed‌​ signs of life,⁠‍​ and a cascade‍​⁠ of moonlight streamed‍‌ through the collapsed‌‍ ceiling.

Michelan‌​‌ walked confidently and⁠ stopped beneath the⁠ moonlight.

“To​ tell the truth…⁠ I always knew‍⁠​ the two of‌⁠⁠ you would return⁠ one day.”

Standing‌⁠‍ tall like that,⁠‍‍ Michelan looked like⁠ a sage. The​ moonlight gave him‍‌‌ a radiant halo.⁠​‌

“As‍‌‌ I mentioned, I now have limited​ freedom. Were the‍‌ memorial tombstones in​ front of the‍‌‍ catacombs your doing?”‌

“Not‌‌‌ mine. Abel did‍ it all.”

“N-no!‌⁠⁠ My grandfather helped‍‍ too…! And also.”‍‍

Abel⁠ pinched my sleeve.‍‌⁠

“If​ it weren’t for​​‍ Kang Geom-Ma, we’d‍​ never have been‌ able to honor‌​ the fallen heroes.​⁠⁠ Thanks to him,‌‍ the world of⁠‍ heroes was reborn.”‌⁠‍

“Haha…‍‍​ It’s admirable how‍ you both credit‍​ each other. Truly,⁠​ like a couple‌‌ out of a painting.”

Michelan’s⁠​ outline began to​⁠⁠ glow. Not metaphorically—particles‍‌ of light started​‌⁠ gathering around him.‌

In‍​ that magical place,​​⁠ it looked like‍‍ fireflies flocking to​‍⁠ his sides.

“We…⁠ or rather, I…‌‌ didn’t remain in⁠⁠ this world just‍ to say that.”​

And‍ in a blink,‌ the scenery changed.‌

We‍‍ were now standing​​⁠ in a lake⁠‌ with water up‌⁠ to our shins,‍‌ bathed in bright‌​‌ sunlight.

It‍⁠ resembled “The Lake⁠ of the Sword,”⁠⁠⁠ my inner world.⁠⁠

I looked around. Souls‍‍​ covered in light‌ formed a ritual⁠​‌ circle.

“Thank‍⁠​ you.”

The‍ ancient heroes bowed‍​⁠ their heads to‌⁠ us.

“We⁠ will always be‌ by your side.”⁠⁠​

Having​ transcended, I had‍⁠ already seen countless‍⁠‍ wonders of the​‍​ universe. And still,​‍ I struggled to⁠ describe how I felt.

One⁠⁠ of them raised‍‌‍ his head as‌‍ their spokesperson.

I could only sigh.‌ My nose tingled,​​‍ and my chest‍‌ tightened.

Abel⁠‍ was more overwhelmed‌ than me. She‍‌‌ could barely breathe.​​ Her trembling lips⁠ moved faintly.

“Dad…”⁠

She​ ran into Orion’s‌ arms.

Sköll‌​⁠ and Hati rubbed‌‌​ against her legs,‌​‌ asking for affection.‍

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