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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 346: End of the Inter-Academy Tournament (4)

Chapter 346: End of the Inter-Academy Tournament (4)

The​⁠ “shareholders’” party at⁠ Parsy Academy continued‍‍​ even after the⁠‌‌ second test concluded.‌

In⁠ other words, they⁠‍ spent an entire‌ week eating, drinking,⁠ and celebrating nonstop.‍‌

It​‍ was the classic​ case of the​⁠‌ bear does the‌ work, but someone‌‌ else gets the‌ money.

“Drink!​ Drink! To us,​​ to Parsy, may‍ glory be with‍​‌ us!”

“May‌‌ the blessing of⁠‍‌ the founding hero‌‌ be upon us!”‌

“Hahaha!‌ The founder was‌‍ the one who​‌‍ founded Joaquin—what are‌⁠ you invoking him⁠‍ for here, buddy?!”‍‍​

“If⁠‌ he had been​‍ born in this‌‍ era, he’d definitely‍ be here celebrating‌‌‌ with us! Who​‍ knows! Maybe in‌ his time he⁠‍⁠ had nothing fun⁠⁠ to do, so⁠‌​ he lived ‘inevitably’​​⁠ in virtue.”

Omitted‌​⁠ the rest…

To‌​ some, all this‍​ commotion might have​ been bewildering, not‍‍‌ understanding why they‌​ were getting so‍ excited.

But‍‌⁠ it was well⁠ known that nobles⁠‌⁠ were a breed⁠ that went wild​‍ for parties.

If‍ demons lived on​ mana, nobles lived​‌​ on champagne and​‌‍ perfume.

“…Still,​‍ there should be​‍​ a limit…”

From‌‌ a corner, Parsy‍‍ Academy’s director grit​‍ his teeth in‌‌ frustration. Of course,​ he was also‌ a noble.

As​ the academy’s head,‌⁠‍ it was clear⁠‌‍ he belonged to‍‌ an elevated class.⁠​‍

He‌‍​ too was corrupt—though‍ moderately.

He‌ liked money, and‌⁠ his vanity was‌‍​ such that he’d⁠ even erected a statue of himself⁠​ on campus.

But‍​ that didn’t mean‌‌​ his conscience as​​‌ an educator had‌⁠ completely died.

He‍‌‌ couldn’t allow his‌‍​ own students—namely, the‌‍ children of those​‌‌ families—to be used‍‌ as tools to‍‌​ fill their bellies,⁠⁠⁠ turning this academic‌​ exchange into a mere campaign to⁠‍‌ inflate Parsy’s value.⁠​

“This‌‍ isn’t right.”

If‍ he didn’t act⁠‌‌ now, this pus​⁠‍ would turn into‍‌ cancer. And soon.​⁠

Before⁠‌ the critical moment​​ passed, he had⁠ to intervene personally⁠‍ as the director.​‌

He‍ had already tolerated‍ the shareholders enough.‌

If⁠ any took offense⁠⁠‍ at a few‌ harsh words, it’d‍​ be better to​‌​ stop it at‍‍ the root now.‍

He‌‌ made the decision,‌ nodding to himself​⁠​ firmly. And right⁠ then, the determined‌ director of Parsy​ took a step‌ out of the⁠ corner.

Bang!‍

A tower of champagne‌‍⁠ glasses shook.

“Hic—What‍​​ was that?”

The‍‌​ atmosphere chilled.

Everyone‌‍‌ in the hall⁠‌‍ looked toward the‌‌‌ door.

An‍ unexpected guest had​‍ slipped in unnoticed.⁠‍

The‍ nobles clearly looked‌​ uncomfortable.

“…Hey,‍ you, what—”

“…”⁠

“…”‍‍

Through‍⁠ the open door,​⁠‌ the silhouette of⁠‍ a man could‍⁠​ be seen—difficult to‍⁠ identify.

His‍​‍ outline was darkened‌ by the backlight,‌​ as if a black halo surrounded​‍⁠ him.

“T-that⁠‍ hair…!”

A darkness deeper than⁠⁠‌ the shadows covering⁠ his body. Among⁠ his disheveled hair,​​ a single obsidian⁠ lock cascaded down.⁠‌‌

Step.‌​

He‌‍ entered the hall.⁠

“Don’t‌ move.”

He‌‍​ took another step.⁠‍⁠

“From⁠‌ now on, if‌‌ anyone moves, I don’t know what​ might happen.”

“Hic!”​‌‍

At‍‍⁠ that hiccup, a champagne glass dropped‍⁠⁠ onto the marble‌⁠ floor and shattered.⁠‍‍ At the same​‍‌ time, the intruder​​ drew something from‌‍‍ his waist.

Flash!⁠

The‍‌​ light of his⁠​‍ sword gleamed for⁠​‍ an instant. A second later, the​ man who dropped‍‍‍ the glass collapsed,⁠ eyes rolling back.‍⁠

“I​‌‍ always mean what‍ I say.”

Heavenly‍‌ Sword declared in‍ the center of‍‍ the hall.

“Hands⁠ behind your head⁠‌ and stay seated.”‍

It‌ was a threat‌‌‌ worthy of a terrorist. But no‍‌​ one dared defy​ him.

It‌‍ was Kang Geom‑Ma,‌ the Heavenly Sword.‍⁠

“If⁠ you move, you’ll‍ end up like‌‍ him.”

This⁠ guy was a lunatic.

***​‌‌

Additional‌‌ Episode, Death Sashimi​​‍

Despite‍ my sudden appearance,‌‌‌ the attendees in‌‍ the hall regained‌ their composure rather⁠ quickly.

It​‌​ wasn’t a surprise,⁠‍⁠ so they didn’t​​ take it as‍‌‍ a tragedy. Rather,‍⁠‌ their expressions said,‍‍ “We knew this‍ would happen.”

That‌ made me realize‌⁠⁠ my arrival was‌​ already within expectations.‌ But as always,​‍ there are exceptions.‌‍⁠

Only⁠​ one person reacted‌‌​ with real panic.​ The director of⁠ Parsy Academy flinched​ and ran toward⁠‌‍ me.

“L-Lord‍ Heavenly Sword! What‍‍‍ is happening here?”​‍‍

“What⁠⁠ else? I just‍ came to take​ a look.”

“…Take​⁠ a look?”

The​ director abruptly turned​‌ his head as‌ he spoke.

And​ then, like a child caught with‌‍ a forbidden red‌‌ book, his face⁠‍⁠ flushed with embarrassment.‌‍⁠

Shaking‍‍‍ with anger, he​ clenched his fists‌‍‌ but ultimately stepped⁠‌ back.

The⁠​⁠ director yielded the‍ floor to me⁠‍‌ without resistance.

That’s‌‌‍ when the tension‍‍ began to show‌ in the nobles’‍‌ eyes.

It​​ seemed they expected‌ the director to‌ openly oppose me.​​⁠

But​ his response and‌​ demeanor confirmed something⁠ for me—Parsy Academy’s‌‍ director wasn’t involved​‍⁠ in this “shareholders’‌ assembly.”

That​‌ didn’t mean he‍ had no connection.‌ Just that he‌‍‍ didn’t seem tangled​⁠ in the shady‍‌ business.

‘Wow,​‍‍ the guy who‍‌‍ looked the greediest‍‍ turned out to​ have more integrity⁠​ than I thought.’‌‍⁠

I cast a brief⁠‍​ glance at the⁠​​ director, whose face‍ was full of​​ concern. The words​⁠ I exchanged with⁠ Knox on the‍‍ way here echoed‌ in my mind.​‌‍

‘…Seems‌ like there’s something‌ off with this​ list, huh?’

— You mean the​⁠ director’s name not‌⁠ being on it?​ I also had⁠ doubts at first,‍⁠‌ but it’s accurate.⁠ It was verified⁠ multiple times.

‘Fine,‌ maybe he’s not​​⁠ involved… but according⁠‍ to this, the​‍ guy kept detailed‍​‌ records in the⁠​​ books.’

— Are you implying⁠ he’s an internal⁠​ whistleblower?

‘That’s‌‍ a big leap.‍‌ Would a guy‌‌ like this really‍‍ have the guts?’​

— If we’re going‌‌‌ by appearances, you​ too… never mind.⁠‍ We don’t yet‍⁠‍ know Director Dante’s⁠‌ true intent, but​⁠ it’s clear there’s⁠ friction between him⁠‌⁠ and the nobles.⁠

If‌‌‍ this were a fish market, Director‍‌ Dante had carefully⁠ lined up a list of rotten‍⁠​ fish.

Clearly,‍‌ he planned to‍ get rid of⁠ them at some⁠ point, but lacked⁠⁠‌ the guts to‍‌ pull it off.⁠‌

It‍ was a surprising‌‌‍ and refreshing truth.⁠‌ After spending my​ life getting trampled​‌‍ by nobles, Dante​⁠​ had all the‍​‍ hallmarks of a hopeless corrupt type⁠⁠⁠ to me.

Time‌‍‌ to reassess my⁠​ prejudices.

“Heavenly⁠ Sword.”

As⁠ expected, someone interrupted​ my thoughts. When‌​ I looked over,‌‌⁠ a middle-aged woman​‍⁠ flinched.

The⁠​ fur coat draped‌​ over her shoulders‍​ bristled.

“Even‌⁠‍ for you, this⁠ is too much!‍ Do you even‌​⁠ know who that​‌​ man you just​​ killed was?!”

“You⁠​​ lot are the‌‌ ones who crossed‍‍⁠ the line first.”‌‍‌

Even​‌⁠ so, she managed‍‍​ to continue arguing.​ In a place⁠⁠ where even noblemen​​‌ stayed silent in‌‍ fear, she showed⁠ a rare bit​ of boldness.

Of‍‌‌ course, it was⁠ a miniature kind​‌‌ of courage.

“We’ve⁠⁠ received reports that​ you’ve been feasting⁠‍ and drinking non-stop⁠ for a whole‍​​ week with embezzled⁠ funds from this⁠​​ exchange.”

“……!”⁠‍‌

“If⁠ you doubt it,​⁠​ speak up.”

I threw the bundle‍‍ of documents I’d‌⁠‍ brought onto the‌‍⁠ floor.

“If​​ necessary, I can​ write down the‍‍‌ names too.”

“S-still,⁠⁠‌ no matter the‌⁠ reason, you can’t​‍ escape the responsibility​ of killing a noble, Lord Heavenly‌ Sword…!”

“You’re‌⁠​ the ringleader, aren’t‌‍‌ you?”

At⁠‌ my words, the‌‍ color drained from‌‍ the woman’s face.⁠​​ She began shaking‍‌ her head silently.‌⁠‍

“…N-not‍ me…”

“Dodging​ accountability is a bad look.”

“You’re⁠ the one avoiding‍‍ the issue! You​‌‌ must answer for‍ killing a nob—!”​

“No.”‌‍⁠

I clicked my tongue⁠‌ in disdain.

“Who​​ said he was⁠ dead?”

“He​​ has no vital​⁠⁠ signs, clearly he’s—!”‌‌

“Look‌⁠ again.”

“……?”⁠‍

Everyone⁠⁠⁠ turned their heads​​ at the same‌‌‍ time as the​‌‍ woman. In that‌ instant, their mouths⁠ opened and closed‌⁠ like fish.

The‍ man who had​⁠​ collapsed earlier was⁠ now clutching his‌‌⁠ chest.

He‍‌‌ was gasping as​‍⁠ if confused between‌⁠‌ dream and reality,⁠‍ even scratching at⁠​‍ his cheeks to‍​ make sure he​⁠‍ was awake.

‘Authority‌⁠ of “Core Strike.”’‌

A unique ability of‌⁠‌ Murasame, gained by‍‌‌ using a manticore​​ magic stone as‍⁠ reinforcement material.

It⁠ causes the target⁠‌‌ to faint or‌⁠ panic, rendering them‍​ unable to fight.‍⁠

Originally,​​ this effect only‍⁠​ applied to “mana-bearing‍ enemies.”

‘Or​‌‌ so it used‌ to.’

Nowadays,⁠ the air in⁠⁠ the human world⁠ is filled with⁠ mana particles like‌‌⁠ fine dust. That​ means humans carry⁠ traces of mana⁠​ too.

Since‍ this authority comes⁠​ from one of⁠​‌ the strongest magical⁠‌‍ beasts, there used​‌‍ to be a sharp difference between‍ the demon realm​‌‍ and the human​ realm.

But​‌ that’s all in‌ the past now.‍

Even‌⁠‌ in this world‍​​ where incomprehensible phenomena⁠ occur, it now‍ wields power rivaling⁠‌‌ that of the⁠​​ demon realm. I’m⁠‌ growing stronger by‍​ the day.

It’s​‍ a constant process.⁠ I thought I’d​ hit my limit⁠ after awakening the‌ Sword God’s power,⁠‍⁠ but I was‌‌ wrong.

I must keep demonstrating‌‍ physical strength beyond‍ the horizon. That’s⁠⁠ the only way‍⁠ I’ll be able⁠‍‍ to face the​​ end of the‍ world.

“Haah.”‌​​

A sigh, or perhaps​⁠‍ a statement. After‌‍‌ that, everyone stared‌⁠ at me as‍ if it was‍​‍ protocol.

“I-I​ saw it! I definitely saw him‍‌ stop breathing!”

“Don’t⁠ speak unless you’re​​​ sure. Didn’t anyone⁠ ever teach you​ that?”

Finally,​⁠⁠ I got to‌‌⁠ say that line.⁠⁠‌

How‌‍‍ satisfying.

“H-Heavenly‌ Sword…”

As⁠⁠ the dark atmosphere​⁠ began to spread,⁠ Director Dante had‍‍​ no choice but‍‍​ to intervene.

“I’ll‍‌ explain everything. For​‍ now, why don’t‍ you sheathe your‍​ sword and leave‌‍⁠ this for another​‍⁠ time?”

“What’s‌‍ ever changed from⁠ doing that?”

“What‌ are you talking⁠‍ about…?”

I let out a sigh.

“Isn’t⁠​ it by putting​⁠ it off, day‌ after day, that‍ you all became‌⁠ puppets to these‌ scam artists posing‌⁠‌ as shareholders?”

“Who​ are you calling​ a scammer?!”

“Shut‍‍‌ up.”

“Ack!”‍‍⁠

Another‍ one collapsed under​⁠ the authority of⁠ Core Strike. The‍ collateral noise disappeared​​ instantly. Ignoring the⁠⁠ woman, I continued⁠‌⁠ speaking with Dante.​

“Complicity‍‌ is a crime‍⁠‌ too.”

“……”‍​

“You​⁠‌ know it. You‌ know that if‍​‌ you don’t fix‍‍‍ this now, there‍​⁠ won’t be another​ chance. If we​​ let this exchange‍⁠ end quietly, even​⁠⁠ if future ones‌ are held, Parsy’s​​‌ students will gain⁠ absolutely nothing.”

“………”⁠

“And‌ why should the⁠ kids pay for​ the adults’ mistakes?​‍​ No matter how‍ hard they try,‍​⁠ if they get‍⁠‌ nothing in return,‍⁠​ they’ll just become​​⁠ more like their‌‌ parents… like these‍​​ nobles here.”

A human’s first social​‍‌ environment is the​⁠‌ home. Then school.‌

Finally,​⁠ the workplace.

Among‍ those, the one⁠⁠ you can intervene‌‌ in earliest is​⁠ the home. Growing⁠‍ up in a twisted family sends‍ your life off‌​​ course.

Fixing⁠⁠‍ it requires bloody‌⁠ effort—and a tutor‍‌‍ willing to spill⁠‌⁠ more blood than‍⁠ the person being‌⁠ saved.

That’s‌⁠ right. I’m talking​⁠ about me.

“Showing⁠‌ students the real​‌​ face of the‌ world—that’s what a true educator does.‍ Dante, that’s your‌⁠ role.”

“……”​‍‍

“If‍‌‌ you want to‌‍ leave, go. But‌ I’ll do what​⁠ I have to.⁠​‍ I’ll educate this​ corrupt mob right‌ here.”

I had said all‍​⁠ I needed to.⁠‍

The​ decision was his.⁠‌​

For‍‌​ a man used‍​‍ to riding the⁠ tide, making a personal choice must’ve‍‍ been hard and⁠‌‌ painful.

Dante‍​​ stood at the⁠‌‌ center of everyone’s⁠‌‍ gaze.

The​ shareholders’ eyes pressed‍ on his shoulders⁠ like mountains.

Pathetic‍ cowards. I decided​ to ease his‍‍‌ burden a little.​‌​

“This⁠⁠ is an ‘exchange’⁠‍‍ period, right?”

“This​‍ was organized so⁠ people could mingle‌ freely. Yes, there‍ were some ‘minor’​⁠ disturbances, but…”

“Ha,​​⁠ ha… Heavenly Sword,‍ you’re more eloquent⁠‍ than I expected.⁠‍ I thought you‌ were more the‌​‌ swing-now-talk-later type, but‌⁠ it turns out⁠‍ you’re pretty persuasive.”​⁠‌

His‌ hollow laughter was⁠⁠‍ followed by sudden‍‌‍ silence. Then Dante⁠⁠ took a deep​‌​ breath.

“Lend‌ me your sword.‌​ I’ll return all​ the money these‍​‍ people embezzled.”

“Director!”​‌⁠

A woman’s voice pierced⁠ like a spear.‌​

But‍ neither of us‌​‌ paid it any⁠ mind.

“Where⁠ do you plan‌ to return it?”‌

“Recently,⁠‍ a real sponsor​‍​ appeared for our‌ Parsy Academy. He‍⁠ goes by the‍ pseudonym ‘Kitty.’ I’ve‌​​ heard his foundation,‍ called ‘GM Foundation,’‌ is the most‌ transparent in the⁠​​ world. I’ll donate‌‌‌ over 90% there.⁠‌​ Then I’ll declare⁠ a new beginning‍​ for Parsy.”

“Hmm…”​

The‌​⁠ official name is‍​ GM Foundation. Among⁠​⁠ my family and⁠​ old companions, we​‌ informally call it‍ Kang Geom-Ma Foundation.⁠​

The‍‌‍ money recovered from​ Parsy Academy’s shareholders‌​‌ would end up​ in my hands—or​ if you zoom‌‌⁠ out, in Joaquin​⁠​ Academy’s pocket.

Now‍⁠ that was a fitting example of⁠‌ “exchange.” So I nodded without protest.⁠‌​

“Good⁠ choice.”

“If‍ this resolves without‍ any deaths, I’ll​‌‍ give the remaining‍ 10% to you‍ as financial compensation,‌‌‍ Heavenly Sword.”

In‍⁠ short, the guy​ wanted to donate‌⁠ everything. Too generous,​‌‌ my friend.

I ignored my conscience,‌‍ which was already​​‌ starting to burn.‍ And I moved⁠‌⁠ forward.

I began slowly unsheathing‍ the two sashimi⁠⁠ blades.

[The​‌ Blessing of the​​ Sword God manifests⁠‍ – Heart (L).]‍‍

The‌ light of the‍⁠ sword spread out.‍​​

The​​‍ nobles tightly shut​ their eyes and⁠​‌ then opened them⁠​ wide.

“W-what⁠⁠ is this…?”

The​​‍ ballroom setting suddenly‌ changed. Now it‌ was a lake.⁠‌‌

I,​​ the party crasher,‍‌ had kindly invited⁠ them into my‌‌ spiritual world—the World‍‍ of the Sword⁠⁠‌ Lake.

Of‌‍ course, they were​‍​ all tied with​‌ thick ropes to‍ enormous stakes.

It⁠ was one of‌‍ the abilities I mastered after awakening‍ the Blessing of⁠‍​ the Sword God.‍

It​⁠​ allowed me to‌ give them a lesson without bearing​ the weight of‌ murder.

“Looks‌‍‌ like everyone’s too‍ hot-headed. So cool​⁠ off a bit‍‍​ under the rain⁠⁠​ and think about⁠​ whom and how​‍​ much you’ve deceived.”‍

“Hey!‌‌ Let us out‍‌​ of this right‌ now!”

I ignored them and‌⁠​ raised my head‍‍​ until my neck⁠​ ached. Everyone followed‌‍ my lead.

“Endure‍⁠​ it.”

“…..!”⁠‌

“This​ is what it​ feels like to‍⁠ be under the‍‍ judgment of the⁠⁠ world.”

It‍ was instant.

Whoooooshhhhhhh!​⁠

Thousands‍‍ of sashimi knives⁠ rained down like‌‍ an icy downpour.⁠ The blasts drowned‌​⁠ out the screams.‌

And‍‌​ the blood running‌ down the stakes‌ dyed the blue‍⁠ of the lake​ red.

+++++++++++++++++++⁠‍

《May‌ the blessing of‍‌⁠ the gods be⁠‍ with you.》

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