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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 347: End of the Inter-Academy Tournament (5)

Chapter 347: End of the Inter-Academy Tournament (5)

Even‍‍‍ though in the‍ Sword Lake, my​​⁠ mental world, half‌ a day had​⁠ passed, in reality⁠​‍ only two minutes‌⁠ had gone by.⁠

In‍ just that time,​‌ the once joyous‌ banquet hall had⁠‌ turned into a place where everyone⁠‍ looked ready to⁠‌ vomit.

A group of nobles​​ kept trying to​ suppress their nausea.​⁠⁠

People⁠⁠‌ who, even with‍ a splinter in‍ their eye, would‍‌‍ usually worry first⁠ about appearances, were​⁠‌ now doing exactly⁠ the opposite, completely‍‌ losing their composure.‌

***‌‍

“Uuurk…”⁠‍⁠

The⁠ nobles trembled. Director‍‌‌ Dante of Parsy​​‌ Academy was perplexed.⁠‍

And‌‌​ Kang Geom-Ma, on⁠ the other hand,‌⁠ only observed with⁠‍‍ his deep, dark‍‍ eyes, expressionless.

“From‌⁠ now on…”

He⁠ had barely opened⁠ his mouth when‍‌ the retching stopped‌ instantly.

The⁠​ nobles fixed their‍​​ broken gazes on⁠ him.

“If​ you mess with‍​ the students again,‍ know that it⁠‌ won’t end with​‌‍ just a warning.”⁠‍

“……”‍‍

“I‌‍⁠ already said it.‍⁠ Once, I resolve‍​ with dialogue, but​​ a second time,⁠‌ not anymore. I’ll‍ use force without‍ hesitation, so be‍ clear on that.”‌‌

Was⁠⁠⁠ that dialogue?

Everyone⁠ had that question​‌ written on their​ face, though they​‌​ kept it to‍‍‍ themselves.

They⁠ had experienced firsthand⁠‍​ the power of‍ Kang Geom-Ma—or rather,‍‍ a mere fragment​​⁠ of that power.​

‘M-monster…’​

Heavenly‍‍ Sword had deployed​⁠⁠ his mental world.‍‍⁠

They‍‍​ didn’t know if‌‍‍ that was even⁠ possible for others,​ but it was⁠ certain that only‍ someone like him‌ could do it.⁠⁠‌

He‌​ had used a supernatural skill of‌ that caliber without⁠‍ restriction.

And‌‌⁠ not only that—he​‍​ had dragged the‍⁠ entire crowd into‌⁠ his world.

Who‍​ would be reckless‌ enough to defy⁠‌ such a monster?⁠⁠⁠

“It’s‌‌​ not compassion that⁠⁠ I let you‍ live. It might⁠ even be a crueler punishment.”

Kang‌‌ Geom-Ma issued his‍ warning.

“You’ll⁠⁠‌ always remember. Every​⁠ time you feel‌‍ a pang of‍ conscience, you’ll wonder,‍‍​ what would he​​⁠ do if he‌⁠ caught me doing⁠⁠‍ this?”

“……”​‌

Chills.​⁠

“When⁠‌ someone speaks to​‍ you, you should​ respond.”

“…W-we’ll‌‍‍ correct it…”

“Good.”‍

Kang‍⁠ Geom-Ma nodded indifferently‍ and turned around.‍ His coat flared‌⁠⁠ like a fan.‍​

Step.⁠‍ Step.

Kang​⁠​ Geom-Ma disappeared down​‍ the hallway.

The‍⁠ nobles, one by‌ one, resumed their‍ choked retching.

Dante,‍ looking back and‌​‌ forth between the‌‌‌ nobles and the‍ place where Kang‌‌ Geom-Ma had departed,‍⁠‌ thought.

‘This‌ is the bright‍‌ side of using‍‌ power.’

Even‍ the most corrupt‍ nobles were, after‌⁠ all, heroes.

They‍​ gave absolute priority‍ to the logic⁠ of strength.

If​⁠ you dominated them,‍ sooner or later‍​ they would yield.⁠‌

‘If⁠ we’re civilized, then​‍ yes, we should​‍‍ talk first… but…’‍

When​ dialogue doesn’t work,‍‌⁠ you have to​​​ strike.

That’s‍ human nature.

And‌‌‍ against arrogant heroes,⁠ strikes are even‍⁠​ more effective. They‍⁠ live lives close‌‌ to violence.

Regardless​​‍ of whether it’s​​ right or not,‌ when faced with⁠ someone stronger, rather⁠⁠‌ than getting angry,​‍ they end up‍​‍ feeling reverence.

Probably,⁠⁠⁠ among these people,​‍⁠ several will start‌‌⁠ seeing Heavenly Sword​ in a different⁠ light after this.​‍

Heavenly​‌‍ Sword understood the‍ nature of heroes‌‍⁠ better than anyone.‌

How‌ to dominate those‍‍⁠ who, if left​‍‍ unchecked, could become‍ mere bullies.

Faster‍‌‌ than words, sashimi.⁠⁠

Dante⁠ felt he had‌​ understood something important.​‌

“He’s‍ also given me⁠‌‍ a new insight…”‌

The⁠‍‌ academic exchange wasn’t⁠⁠​ just for students.⁠ It was a place where teachers⁠‍ could also give⁠​ and receive.

Now‍​‌ it was Parsy’s‍​ turn to return⁠⁠ the favor.

Dante​ picked up the⁠ folder Kang Geom-Ma​⁠ had left. He‍‍‍ brushed the dust⁠ off the cover‌ and began carefully⁠‍⁠ reading the names.‍

“So​ you’re the one…⁠ Kitty.”

The‌ red-eyed woman. Someone⁠‌ from the Auditore‌ clan had requested‍⁠⁠ the list of‌⁠⁠ names.

After⁠⁠⁠ thinking it over,‌‍ Dante had handed⁠​⁠ over the shareholder​‌‍ registry. And that‍⁠ had clearly been‌‍ the start of‍⁠ all this chaos.‌​‍

Along‌ with the list,‍ there were also‌‌​ documents detailing personal‌‍‌ acts of corruption‌ by the nobles.‌‍‍

Some​ held shares in‌ Parsy Academy and‌⁠ had attempted to‌​ execute short sales.‍

They⁠‌‍ had even manipulated‌‍ the value of​⁠ the shares.

For‌‌‌ them, a sentence‌​‍ of social death⁠ would be appropriate.⁠‌​

“From‌‌ this moment, I will proceed to⁠ confiscate the money⁠ that has been​ fraudulently embezzled.”

“……!”⁠‍

“And​‌⁠ of course, this‌ information will be⁠ made public at​⁠ the end of​ the exchange.”

Dante’s⁠ eyes turned cold.​‌‌ The nobles tried‌ to protest while‍‌⁠ wiping the corners‌ of their mouths​‌ with the back‌​‍ of their hands.​​⁠

“Hey,​‍​ you’re the director‍ of Parsy Academy!​ This will push​‌⁠ the academy into‍‍‍ ruin! Do you​‍‍ think you’ll still⁠ keep your position⁠ after this?!”

“I‍‌⁠ say that because‍‍ I have no‍⁠ intention of staying⁠‍‌ in office, you‌​‌ damn fools!”

At⁠⁠‍ Dante’s icy shout,‍ everyone was left⁠‌ speechless. With a face twisted like‍‌ a war god’s,‍​ he continued pressing​⁠ them.

“I‌​ will resign as‍ director of the​​‍ academy as soon‍‌⁠ as the exchange‍ ends. The choice‌‌⁠ of successor I’ll‍​ leave entirely to⁠‌​ the Hero Association.⁠ And the internal⁠​‌ audit will be​⁠ handed over to​ the Order family,​ the Auditors.”

“You’re⁠‌‍ going to bring‌‍ those blood-reeking guys‌‍​ into a cradle‌⁠‍ of students!?”

“Joaquin⁠‌‍ Academy went through⁠ the same thing⁠⁠ ten years ago.⁠‌ Seen that way,​‍ the involvement of⁠ the Auditors can‌​ be considered a necessary evil for​ the academy’s growth.”⁠

“Dante…‍‌‌ Do you think​ you’ll walk away​⁠ from this unscathed?”‍‌‌

Dante​ didn’t respond. He⁠​​ just snorted through⁠⁠ his nose. He⁠⁠ knew he was‍ also at fault,‍​‌ so he planned⁠​ to donate all​‍​ his money and‍ property to the‌​ GM Foundation.

Whether​ that was forgiveness‍​​ or not, at⁠⁠ least it was​​ a way to‌​ calm his conscience.​‌‍

The⁠​‌ chaos didn’t settle​⁠ all night. The​⁠ high-ranking members of⁠​ Parsy had to‍​ face the final⁠ day of the‌ event with eyes​​‌ wide open.

***⁠

The​ next morning.

Only‌​ upon entering the⁠​‌ training field did⁠ we find out‌​‍ what the final‍⁠‌ test would be.‌⁠​

For‍‍‍ something that had‌‌⁠ been kept an‍ absolute secret, the‍ title was rather​‍‍ simple. What needed‌​⁠ to appear had‌‌ finally appeared.

“War.”‌⁠​

Ryozo​ tilted his head.‍‍‍

“They‌ say the final‌​ test is war,​‍ but I don’t⁠ think it’s just​⁠ an ordinary fight.‍⁠ Well, maybe it‌⁠ is. Or maybe‌ it’s another twist,⁠‍ one more trap⁠​ that ends in‌‍​ a labyrinth or​ something like that.”⁠‍​

Ryozo,⁠ while walking toward‌ the guest area,‍‌ kept theorizing. Connecting‌ dots and deducing‍ was his specialty.‌​‍

“We’ll​⁠​ find out as‍⁠‌ soon as it‌‍ starts. Just wait​‍​ a few minutes.”‌

“Yeah,‌ but… I’ve got⁠ a bad feeling.⁠⁠ Like something’s really‌ going to blow‌‍⁠ up. I’ve got⁠⁠‍ that feeling—a strong‍‌‌ déjà vu.”

I threw my arm⁠ over his shoulders⁠ and began rubbing​​‍ his arm. With​​ the warmth from​⁠ the friction, his‌‌⁠ frown gradually eased.⁠‌​

“Yeah…⁠ with Geom-Ma around,​‍​ there’s nothing to⁠ worry about.”

Abel‌‍ naturally hooked onto‍ my arm too.⁠

Ryozo‍⁠ furrowed his brow​‌​ a bit more​ but then sighed.⁠‌​

“Today’s⁠ an even day,⁠‌ right?” he muttered.‌

“…Yeah.‌‍‍ Let’s go support⁠ our students.”

“That,‌‍​ that sounds more⁠ like the Ryozo⁠ I know.”

I,​ being a proper​‌ Korean, knew how‌⁠ to keep my‍‌ balance in any​⁠​ situation.

“Are​‍​ you still watching‌‌⁠ that YouTuber lately?​​ ChopChopman, or whatever‌ his name is?”⁠‍‍

“Haven’t‌ watched him in‌‍‌ a while.”

Chatting‍ like that, we​‍ soon arrived at⁠⁠ the guest area.⁠​

As‌ always, we sat‍ there to observe‌‌⁠ the training field‌​‍ from above.

But.‍​

“The‍ training field…”

There​ was absolutely nothing.‍

The‌​ first test, “Capture‌‌​ the Flag,” had⁠‍ dazzled us with‌‌ a floating island.‌ The second, “Sköll⁠ and Hati,” had⁠ shown us the​‌‍ grandeur of an‌⁠⁠ ancient era.

Each⁠ one had inspired‌‍ us in its‍‍ own way. Perhaps​ that’s why the‍‍ current emptiness felt‌​ so crushing.

And​⁠‍ we weren’t the⁠‌‍ only ones confused.​‌‍ Even the Parsy‌‍ staff looked bewildered⁠‌​ and lost.

They​​‌ were the hosts,‍ so the emptiness​‍​ had to be‌‌ even more disconcerting​‌ for them.

“And⁠ the students?”

Ryozo⁠‌ pulled out his⁠ phone and asked.​⁠⁠ From the other​ side came a hurried voice—it was⁠ Choi Seol-Ah, his‌‍ assistant.

— Actually, I was‍‌⁠ about to inform⁠⁠⁠ the director a while ago, but​ the students arrived​​‍ an hour ago‍ via a subspace‌ warp along with‌ the instructors!

“…What…?”​

Ryozo‍​ went blank and​ then shot to‍‍ his feet, indignant.‍

“Why⁠​ didn’t you report⁠‌‌ that to me​​‍ immediately?! More importantly,‍‍​ who ordered the‌ students to return​‌‌ to the academy?!”‍

— D-director, it’s been‍‍‌ total chaos here‌⁠ too! I’m really‌‌‍ sorry! T-the students⁠⁠ actually returned to‍‌ the academy almost‌ by force… but‌​ they claimed it‍⁠⁠ was unfair and‌⁠ decided on their‍ own to return​⁠ to Parsy Academy!⁠

Both​ Ryozo and I,⁠ Abel and Leon,​​ felt the pores​ of our skin​ open. We even‌⁠​ swallowed hard at​ the sound of​⁠‍ Choi Seol-Ah’s voice.⁠‌

— And… the person⁠ who ordered them​ to return to‌⁠ Joaquin Academy was​⁠ none other than…⁠‍‍

Just‌​ then, the floor⁠ of the training‍​​ field opened. From⁠ a square trapdoor,‍ a figure emerged.⁠

Silver⁠‌ hair. Sacred white‍⁠‌ robes.

It‌ was the saint,‍ Yu Sein.

Everything‌⁠ was in chaos.​‌​

Nothing⁠​⁠ made sense.

An​‌⁠ international event that​‍‍ had caught the‌ attention of the‌ United States and‍‍⁠ stirred jealousy in‍ Japan had just‌‍‍ been wrecked.

And​‌​ all because of⁠‍‌ someone completely unexpected.​‍

“What‍‍‌ the hell is​‌ going on here?!”‍

“Where⁠‌ are our students?!​ Where did they⁠​‌ go?!”

“Do‌ something, anything!”

“Cut​ the transmission, stop​ the damn broadcast‌‍‌ first! What will⁠​ everyone think when‌‍ they see this?!”‌‍

The‌ Parsy instructors were⁠⁠ screaming at the‍​ top of their⁠ lungs amidst the‍ chaos.

It​ wasn’t hard to⁠ guess who had‌‍‍ caused this unprecedented‍ disaster.

They‌ were probably already‍​ in a bad⁠​ mood from being‌ crushed by me‍​ last night.

And‌‍ now, the Association⁠‍ and the saint​ had secretly teamed‌⁠​ up to snatch​⁠​ away even their​‌ chance at revenge.‌

Without‌ even asking for‍​⁠ a measly authorization.​⁠

‘What​⁠​ the hell are⁠‍​ you thinking, Yu‍⁠ Sein?’

Even‍⁠ if I didn’t‌ show it, there‍​‌ was no one‌⁠ more shocked than⁠ I was.

Yu​​⁠ Sein’s sudden action,​‍​ always one to‌ spout enigmatic phrases,​‌‍ left my heart‍ in tatters.

My​ torso leaned forward‌ purely out of​‌⁠ reflex.

And⁠⁠ in that moment,‌‌‌ I, the possessed,‌⁠ and Yu Sein,‌ the reincarnated, locked⁠ eyes in midair.⁠

She⁠ nodded ostentatiously, as‌⁠‍ if to make⁠​ sure I saw​‌‌ her, and then‍ raised her index​​‌ finger pointing at‌​ the sky.

I looked up like⁠​‍ a bolt, directing⁠⁠​ my gaze to‍‌ where she pointed.‌​

The​⁠ sun.

And​ if you looked​ closely there was​ a black spot‌‍⁠ on it.

“……”​‍‍

Ah.⁠‍

The‌‍​ time had finally‌ come.

Without⁠ taking my eyes‍​‌ off Yu Sein,‍⁠‍ I asked Ryozo,‍

“Ryozo.‍ That déjà vu‌‌ you mentioned earlier—didn’t‌‍⁠ you feel it⁠​ also on the‍‌ day of the‌‍⁠ ‘Joaquin Tragedy’?”

“Huh,⁠‌‌ eh?! Ah!”

Ryozo⁠⁠ replied perfectly with​‌ three “eh”s.

Without⁠​⁠ wasting time, I drew my sashimi‌‍​ from my waist.⁠‌‌

My​ hands trembled, and​⁠​ the blade’s vibration⁠​​ was uneven.

Shiiing.‌

I placed one foot⁠​‍ on the railing​⁠ and prepared to‌ launch myself.

The⁠‍​ seriousness of my‍ movement made everyone⁠⁠‍ from Joaquin go‌‍‌ pale.

Even‍⁠⁠ Sköll and Hati,​​ who were hiding‍⁠ beneath Abel’s legs,‌‌ cautiously poked their​‌‌ heads out.

“Take​ cover for now.”​

“What’s⁠‌⁠ happening…?”

“Not‌​ even I know.”‍

My​ black coat floated‍‌​ in the air.⁠‍

Electricity‌ swirled over my​⁠‌ skin and sparks⁠ surrounded me.

At‌⁠‍ that moment, Sköll‍⁠ and Hati bolted⁠‌ and suddenly grew‌ in size.

They⁠ positioned themselves on‍ either side of⁠​​ me, as if​ to escort me,​‍‍ and opened their​ jaws with a roar.

— Awoooooooo…!

— Awoooooooo…!

I felt their desire‌‌‌ to accompany me.​

Yes,​‌ for this kind⁠ of supernatural event,⁠‍ demons were more⁠​⁠ suitable than heroes.​

I amplified the [Lightning‍ Magic] that Lycan‌​ had bestowed upon​ me.

With‌ the [Blessing of⁠‌‌ Transfer], I infused​ electricity into Sköll⁠⁠ and Hati’s bodies.⁠‌

Their‍ fur stood on‍​ end, and their‌⁠⁠ eyes glowed with‌⁠ a fierce yellow​ light.

The​​ electric charge enhanced​⁠​ their physical abilities.‌

The​‍ pressure they emitted‌⁠‌ distorted space-time around‍‍‍ them.

I had temporarily released‌ their power limits.‌⁠

If⁠ they continued like‍‍‍ this, they’d end⁠‌ up seriously damaging⁠‍ the physical world.‌‍‌

Sharing‌​‍ my [Lightning Magic]‌‍‌ with them was⁠ like giving them‍‌ protective suits.

Having‍⁠ Lycan nearby would’ve‍‌​ been ideal, but.⁠

‘This⁠⁠ is the best​​ we can do‌ for now.’

I climbed onto Sköll’s⁠​‍ back and spoke⁠​ quietly.

“I’m‌‍‌ going to confirm‍⁠ something with them.”⁠

And‍‍ so, the three​⁠‍ wolves lowered their⁠​ tails like lightning‍​ and dashed off.​

Toward​⁠‍ the sun.

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