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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 348: End of the Inter-Academy Tournament (6)

Chapter 348: End of the Inter-Academy Tournament (6)

We​⁠ were advancing at​ full speed.

We​ were running toward⁠​⁠ the sun, surpassing‍​ even the speed‍‍⁠ of sound.

Maybe​‍ we were nearing⁠‍ the speed of​ light.

I knew because the‍‌ edge of my‌​‌ field of vision‌‌‌ was slowly being⁠ devoured by white.‌⁠⁠

Sight‌ is the phenomenon‍ where light bounces‌ off objects and​ hits my retinas⁠​ bah, let’s set​⁠ aside those complicated⁠ explanations that aren’t‍​ my thing.

I don’t need to​ quote what Ryozo⁠​ said to sound‍‍ more sophisticated.

That‌ would just be​⁠‍ pathetic.

‘I⁠ think in my‍​ own style.’

I gently closed my‌⁠‍ eyes.

I felt the cold⁠​‍ air, the wind​ flowing like clouds,‌‍‍ and separated the‌⁠⁠ physical world from‌‍ my inner mind.‌⁠​

‘The​ end has finally‌ come.’

With​ just that brief​‌ exchange of glances⁠‌​ with Yu Sein,‌‍‌ I understood the⁠‍​ situation.

The​‍ saint, the sage,‌‍​ even the universe​ had been sending‍ me clues of‍‌ the end times.​​

Even​ if I looked⁠ away, I always​‌ carried it in​‍​ my chest like‍⁠​ a knot that‌‌‍ wouldn’t go away.​‍

Ready‌ to pull it‌‌ out and embed⁠ it between the‌‍ folds of my‌‌​ brain at any‌ moment.

‘…But‌‌‌ is this end‌‌ really directed at⁠⁠‍ me?’

A selfish question, now⁠ that I think​‍ about it. But‌ if I don’t​⁠ think it now,​ I won’t have⁠⁠ time to later.‌

‘My⁠​‌ race, objectively speaking‌⁠ we are gods.’‌

The‌ end is usually⁠‍‌ the exclusive domain​‌‍ of humans. It’s​⁠ their world that⁠⁠ is destroyed.

I’ve‍ never heard of‌​ a mythology where‌⁠⁠ the world of‍​‍ the gods ends.⁠ Rather, it’s the⁠‍ gods who usually‍ punish humans.

The‌⁠ end.

In‍ reality, I knew‌‍​ it was a necessary concept in⁠‌‌ this universe.

A purification function that‌⁠ cleans the corrupted⁠‍ parts to preserve⁠ its existence.

‘…And⁠ I also knew‍ that I was​‌​ the one who⁠‌ had to fulfill​‌ that role.’

A bitter smile formed‌ on its own.‍ The wind gently⁠ brushed my lips.‌

That’s​‌⁠ precisely why gods‍​ shouldn’t have a will of their​ own. Gods must‌‍ be phenomena and‌⁠ functions.

“Action”⁠ and “reaction” belong​ to humans.

But​⁠ I, being the‌‌ God of the⁠ Sword, was trying‍ to act and‍​‍ react, not just⁠‌‌ exist. And every‌⁠‌ time I did,​⁠ those words the​​⁠ false gods hurled‍‍‍ at me ten​‌‍ years ago came⁠‍‌ to mind.

They⁠‌‍ warned that, in‌ the long run,‍ I would be​‍​ a threat to⁠⁠ the world.

And‌​ that if my⁠​ personal will aligned⁠‍ with that of‍‍ humans, the Suppression​‌ Will would rise‌​​ to restore the‌​ balance.

“They‌​⁠ say even a broken clock is‌​ right twice a day…”

Turns⁠​ out, after all,‍ there are things‌​ I agree with⁠​‍ them on.

But‍​‍ even so, they‌ were wrong, and​⁠⁠ I was right.​

I am the spirit‌ of In (human),​‌ the body of​⁠⁠ Ma (demon), and‌⁠‌ the weapon of‍⁠ Shin (god).

A mix of all‍‌ three.

Simply⁠ put, would that​‍ make me something‍⁠‍ like a mongrel​​⁠ street dog?

A mixed-breed dog like‍​‌ me has its​ own way of‍ surviving.

Sometimes‍ gently, sometimes cruelly,​‌ and sometimes with‍​⁠ no mercy at⁠‌​ all. That’s how‍ I’ve lived, and⁠‍‌ that’s how I’ll‍‍ keep living until​​‌ I die.

It’s⁠‍‌ time to open⁠‌‌ my eyes.

Observe,​‌‌ act, and respond​‍⁠ to the end.⁠

I’m‌ still human.

***‍

In‌⁠‌ the sky, with‍ the sun nearly‍‌ piercing my pupils,‌‌ I looked back.​‍‍

The‌‌ clouds, like a flock of sheep,‌​⁠ stretched far behind‍⁠‍ me.

We​⁠⁠ were so high​ up that I couldn’t even estimate‍​‍ the distance to‍⁠ the ground with​⁠⁠ the naked eye.​​

We​‍​ were closer to‌⁠ the heavens than‍‍ to the earth.⁠⁠‍

And⁠⁠ finally, I could‍ clearly see what‍⁠​ that blot covering⁠‌ the sun was.‍‌

“Grrrrrrrrng!”‍‌‌

I felt the fur‍​⁠ bristle between my‍⁠⁠ fingers.

I was holding it‌ like reins, so‍⁠ I immediately sensed‍‍ Sköll’s hostility.

“You‌‌⁠ feel it too,‌‍ huh? That guy’s⁠‍‍ dangerous.”

I stroked Sköll’s neck‍ and looked up.⁠

A man riding a white horse watched‍ us from above,‌⁠ the sun at‍ his back like‍⁠ a halo.

‘A‍⁠​ knight.’

But‌⁠​ he wasn’t a knight out of‍‍⁠ legend.

His⁠ back was hunched‍‍ like a hunchback’s,‍⁠ his face drooped​⁠⁠ like a bulldog’s,​‌⁠ and his eyelids​ hung so low​​ he looked like​ a human-shaped sponge.‍‌​

His⁠ hair was a pale, lifeless green,‌ like dried seaweed​‍ on his head.‍​‍ And he held‍ a bow as‌⁠ large as a grown man.

— Awoooooooo…!

— Awoooooooo…!

Sköll‍‌​ and Hati let‌ out a long⁠ howl.

That​‍ cry was a warning to me.‍

‘He’s⁠​ dangerous.’

My‍ breathing quickened.

A massive tide crashed​‍ against the mental​ dam I’d built​​⁠ with effort.

White​‍‌ horse or not,‌ that guy looked​⁠‌ more like a hunched old man‌‍‌ on a donkey​​ painted white.

But​ the pressure he‍​‌ radiated was unlike​ anything I’d ever‍​‌ felt.

False​ gods? They were⁠‌ child’s play in‌⁠⁠ comparison.

That⁠‍ was when I loosened my shirt⁠⁠​ collar with a finger.

=How‍‌ can an apostle⁠ go against the​‍‍ natural order?=

The‍ old knight’s voice⁠⁠​ echoed again and‍​‍ again behind my‌‌​ eyes.

=Do‍⁠ you not know‍​ the fate of‌‍ those who defy⁠ the heavens?=

I forced my throat⁠ open through sheer‍ willpower to respond.⁠‍

“…Before​​ you speak, shouldn’t‍​ you say your‍ name?”

That‌‍​ was just me‍​ trying to act‌​ tough.

But‌ the old knight​ answered my bluff‍ with surprising gentleness.‍

=I‍​‍ too am, like​ you, one of‌‌ the apostles of‍ the Power of⁠⁠‌ Suppression. In charge​ of Conquest and⁠ Pestilence=

The‍⁠‌ word Conquest struck‍⁠ me squarely. So‍​ I blurted out‌ at once.

“Ragnarok…?”⁠​‍

=I​‌ see you’ve recognized‌ it=

The‌​ old man gave​ a crooked smile​​ with the corner⁠‍ of his lips,‌​ so malicious that⁠‍ even the wrinkles‌⁠‌ on his forehead‌ moved.

It‍‌‍ was a sinister⁠ and repulsive grin.⁠​​

The⁠‌ old knight, Ragnarok,‌ continued speaking.

=After⁠‍‌ all, someone like​​‍ you couldn’t possibly⁠​ ignore such an‌‍⁠ anomalous phenomenon in‌⁠ the world, right?=​

Damn.‍​ I feared as​⁠​ much.

‘The‌​​ Apocalypse has manifested.’‌⁠‌

I’m⁠ a Miracle Blessing‌ M user and⁠ I know a thing or two‍ about subculture, so‌​ I had some‍ idea.

The​‌​ Four Horsemen of‍⁠ the Apocalypse.

The‌​ four taboos of‌ the universe.

That‌ meant there were​‍ still three more​‍ monsters like this‍‍ one.

They‍‍ really did intend‌‍ to destroy this⁠‌‌ world to its‌​​ roots.

Damn⁠‍​ you, Power of​ Suppression!

=Apostle,​​ you are incredibly‌⁠ selfish=

“…”​⁠

=The‌ world should be‍​ left to be‍​ as it is.‍⁠‍ But you want⁠ to lock it​‍ in a frame⁠ so it looks‍‍​ pretty to your​⁠‌ eyes. Is that‍​ really for the​​‍ universe’s sake? I don’t think so.​​⁠ The universe needs​‍ a natural purification‍‌ process. Only when‌ the old disappears​​ can new life‍ emerge. Don’t you⁠​ already know that?=⁠‌

“…”​‍‌

=Of⁠⁠ course you do.‌‌ As a foreigner,‌ you can’t ignore‍ the fact that‌‍​ the ‘narrative’ of⁠ this world ended‍ ten years ago=‌‌​

He‌ was so blunt,‍ it didn’t even‍ hurt anymore.

And⁠⁠ on top of⁠⁠ that, he openly‌ mentioned the truth‌​‌ that I’m a possessed one.

If⁠‌​ he worked for‌‍ the Power of⁠‍​ Suppression, it made‌ sense he’d know.‍‍⁠

I shrugged like it‌ was no big‍‍​ deal.

“Like⁠ you said, I’m​‌‍ pretty selfish. And​ that purification process‌​​ you talk about‌​ it’s nothing more​ than a complete‌⁠⁠ reset of the​ world, right?”

=Correct=‍​​

“This​‍ world isn’t a game where you‌ can reroll.”

=That’s​ just your opinion.⁠‌​ The flow of​​ the world is‍ cyclical. Even water‍​ rots if it⁠ doesn’t move=

Impressive.​ An apostle of‍ the Power of‌ Suppression who understands‌ what a reroll‌​ is.

An⁠​‍ apostle is an‌‍​ apostle, no doubt.‌

I took a breath‍ and spoke again.‍‍

“The​ flow of the‍⁠ universe doesn’t have‌‍‍ to work that​‍ way alone. Why‌‍ cling to such⁠ primitive methods?”

=Hahahaha=‍

Ragnarok‌​​ let out an‌ old, worn-out laugh.‍‌

Sköll‌ and Hati took‌‍ a step back.⁠

That​ omen of the‍​ end froze the⁠‌‌ three of us‌ for a moment.‌‌‍

Just⁠ for a moment.⁠

Then,‌⁠⁠ as if he​ had never laughed⁠ in his life,‌ he spoke with‌ an icy face.‌‍⁠

=And‍‌‌ you, who say‍ that—why have you‍​⁠ drawn your sword​​‌ in secret? As‌‌ an apostle of‍ the Power of⁠‌ Suppression, you know​‍ full well the‌ only way to​​‍ fix the world​‍​ is through the‌ most primitive method=‌‍​

“For⁠‍‌ an old man,⁠ you’ve got sharp⁠⁠ instincts.”

I moved my wrist.‌

From​ under my sleeve​⁠ sprang Murasame and‍⁠ the unnamed EX-grade‌ sashimi.

=Oh,⁠​⁠ apostle of the‌‍ Power of Suppression​​ poor creature incapable‌‍‍ of giving up​⁠‌ his humanity. Why⁠‍ do you hesitate‍ to accept your‌ true identity?=

“I​‍‍ know exactly who⁠​ I am. Disciple‌‍‌ of Balor Joaquin,‍⁠⁠ Heavenly Sword, and⁠‌ God of the⁠ Sword.”

But‍ Ragnarok shook his​ head. Then narrowed‌ his eyes, now⁠ entirely black, without​⁠ a trace of​ white.

=You‌‍ don’t know yourself=‍‌

With​‌ those abyssal eyes,​ he looked down‍⁠⁠ on the three‍​‍ of us.

=I’d​ like to tell‍​​ you the truth,⁠​‍ but that would⁠ also go against‌⁠ the law of‍ the Power of‍‍‍ Suppression. Carry that⁠ curiosity with you​ beyond this world=⁠​

Ragnarok​‍ slowly raised his‌⁠ wooden bow, and‌‌⁠ just as slowly​⁠ drew the string.​

=I​ am the knight⁠⁠ of Conquest and​‌‌ Pestilence. Ragnarok=

With⁠‌ the string pressing⁠​ against his mustache​⁠ without flesh or‌‌ friction, he declared.​‌

=I‍ have come to‌⁠ this place to​‌⁠ exterminate you=

Ting.​

The‌‍ string returned to‌​⁠ its original position.⁠⁠‌

And‌ at that moment,⁠​ the hollow sound‌ of the bowstring⁠ echoed across the⁠‌ sky.

Ruuuumble…⁠

A massive roar, a tremendous pressure.

The​​ whole world seemed⁠ to tremble.

Sköll​​ and Hati stopped⁠ midair and jerked‍‌ their heads upward.​

Our‍ vision shook as​⁠​ though submerged in⁠⁠‍ water.

Behind​‍⁠ the sun, behind⁠ Ragnarok, another orb‌ timidly appeared—the moon,‍‌⁠ no less colossal.‍

The‌​​ sun and the‍⁠⁠ moon, aligned in⁠‌ the same sky.‍

I didn’t even have⁠‍ time to exhale.​‍⁠

Dots‌ began to gather‌ on both celestial‍​⁠ bodies.

Arrows.‌⁠

=These​⁠⁠ are the arrows​‍ of Conquest. Once⁠​ they hit, they’ll​‍‍ become my property=‌​

From⁠‌ the black moon,‍ gray arrows like​⁠‌ starlight flew out.‌⁠‍

=And‌⁠ these are the‌‍ arrows of Pestilence.‌ They’ll burn the​‌ soul of all‌ who resist=

From​⁠‌ the brilliant sun,‍​‍ oil-colored arrows burst‍‌ forth.

=Humans,⁠ pay the price‌ for defying the‌ Power of Suppression⁠ along with this​ world=

The⁠​⁠ arrows were fast.‍⁠​ My time slowed.⁠​‌ I used electric⁠⁠​ magic to accelerate‌ my thoughts.

I applied the same‌‍ effect to Sköll​⁠⁠ and Hati.

And‍ just then.

《Hey,​‍⁠ hey, wake up.》⁠​

It‍‍ was Yu Sein.​‍​

《Overthinking​‍​ doesn’t suit your​‌ character, Kang Geom-Ma.​ Let’s keep it‌​ simple. Your style.​⁠ The way you⁠‍ do best.》

In‍‍ frozen time, the‍‌​ saint’s voice flowed.​​

《This‌ academy gathering was​​‍ my own preparation​ for the end.‌‌ I couldn’t tell‌‌​ you directly for‍‌ the sake of⁠⁠ coherence, so I wrapped it in‍​ riddles. But before​‍‌ the main game​ begins, there’s something⁠‍⁠ you need to​ do.》

Something⁠‌ I need to⁠​ do?

《One​‌​ minute.》

Yu⁠​‌ Sein spoke without​‍‌ the slightest tremble.‌

《Just⁠​⁠ stop those arrows​ from hitting anyone‌ for exactly one‌ minute. After that,‍ I’ll handle whatever⁠ comes next. I’ll‍​‌ take care of‍⁠‍ the setup—as the‍‍​ reincarnated one. But⁠‌ you’re the protagonist,​‍‍ the possessed one.》​

What?‌‍‌

《One⁠‍ minute. For that⁠ minute, do whatever⁠​ you want. Don’t⁠ worry about anything‍⁠⁠ or anyone.》

Decay‍ and disappearance are​​​ inevitable in the‌‍ universe.

We,‍‍‌ members of the​​ cycle of possession⁠ and reincarnation, are‍ defying a fate⁠ that cannot be‌⁠​ escaped.

《Hasn’t‍ it been a while since you​‍‌ gave your all‌ because you were​ always worrying about‌ others? For that‌ one minute, give‌ it everything you’ve‌‌ got.》

Yu‌ Sein tells me.‍⁠‌

If‌⁠ we’re going to⁠⁠ go crazy, then​​⁠ let’s do it⁠ without holding back.​​

[Do⁠‌‍ you accept? ☞ (Y/N)]

Pfft.⁠

I chuckled softly.

Old​ memories flooded my‍⁠ mind one by‌ one.

“Why‍​ does it have‍‌ to appear as‌‌ a status window,‍ of all things?”⁠

Even‌⁠‍ as I said​‌ that, I nodded‍‌‍ without hesitation.

[Y/N]‌

Beeep—​⁠‍

[Unauthorized​⁠ external intrusion detected.⁠‍⁠ A defense program‍ will be deployed⁠ automatically.]

[In‍ progress…]

[■□□□□□□□■□□□]‍⁠⁠

[■□□□□■□□□□□]​

[……!]‌⁠

[Error‍ detected! Error detected!‍ Error detected! … (repeated)]

[※※An‍⁠‍ error has occurred.※※]​​‌

[The​⁠ power of containment‍​⁠ will intervene directly,⁠⁠ along with its​‌⁠ apostle, to readjust‌​ the timeline.]

Flash—‍‌‌

[Thank‌​‍ you for your​​ effort.]

— Inter-academy exchange: concluded.​⁠

·····,⁠‌
·····,
·····.

I drew my blade.⁠​‌

Thread‍ / Good Fortune‌

[■■■■■‍ / ㅁㅁㅁㅁㅁㅁ]

A thrust, and the‌⁠‌ sound of air​⁠⁠ being torn.

I slowly lowered the⁠⁠‌ sashimi that had‌ sliced through the‍‍ void.

In⁠⁠ the next moment,‌‌ Yu Sein’s voice‌​ whispered near my‌‌‌ ear with a laugh.

《If​⁠ you cut, it‍ will split.》

I am human.

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

I am a sword⁠​⁠ that cuts through‍ anything.

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