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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 378: Magic (2)

Chapter 378: Magic (2)

Did​‌ you know?

Demons‍‌⁠ wield magic. And‍⁠ they had already​​​ tacitly grown used​‌ to that fact.⁠

And‌ it wasn’t very​‍ different for dragons.⁠‌

Even‍​ those dragons friendly​‌‍ to humanity felt​ great pride in​‍ their own magic.⁠⁠⁠

Though‌ they didn’t show‌‍ it, they firmly‍‌⁠ believed demons were⁠‍ superior beings to⁠⁠​ heroes.

If​​ that was the‍‌​ case with dragons,‍ what about the⁠​ rest of the‌ demons? Demons were‍​ actually more arrogant‍‌‍ than people thought.⁠​

It’s‍​ true they’d been‍ defeated twice by​ humanity, but that⁠‌‍ was simply bad‍‍ luck.

The⁠ defeat in the⁠ first war was​⁠​ because of that⁠‍ monster named Balor​​ Joaquin.

And​ the second was‌‌ the fault of⁠‍⁠ an even greater​‌ monster — Kang‌ Geom-Ma.

Besides,​​‌ Valerion knew those‍‌ two were intimately​‍ connected on a physical level.

The⁠⁠‍ reason the demons⁠ lost wasn’t inferiority​ — it was‍ because the world​‍ favored those linked‍‌ to the body.⁠

…But⁠‍‍ it seemed that​​ opinion had to‍​ be withdrawn.

The​‍ dragons, watching Kang‍ Geom-Ma’s combat style,⁠‍ were starting to‍⁠⁠ feel firsthand how​ wrong they’d been.‍⁠​

Kang‌⁠ Geom-Ma was teaching​‍‍ them. This is​‍ how magic is‍‌ used.

That‍⁠ if you use⁠​ “just magic,” the‍ limitations become evident.‍‍⁠

Use​ everything.

Crackle…!⁠‌

Kang‍⁠ Geom-Ma moves. No​ — he teleports.‍

In​‍ the instant electricity‌​ covers the sashimi​ knives, his figure⁠ vanishes and reappears‌⁠‌ in a totally​‌⁠ unexpected place.

Leon‍‌⁠ summoned his courage.‍‌⁠ But he couldn’t​​‍ counterattack.

He‍ barely managed to‌ stay on the‍⁠‍ defensive.

The‍ electricity, which had⁠ become almost divine,‌ flowed. Kang Geom-Ma​​‌ had moved.

And‍⁠ his movements grew‍ ever faster.

Boom!⁠

Suddenly,​ Kang Geom-Ma’s sword‍​ went to stab‍‌‍ him in the​ back. Leon, under​ superhuman pressure, caught‍‌‍ that instant.

He⁠‍ squeezed out all‌ his strength.

The⁠​ blade passed by​ his torso, grazing‍​‌ his twisted waist.‍​

He​‌ avoided a fatal⁠‍ blow.

But‌⁠⁠ Kang Geom-Ma’s sashimi​ knife never missed.‍ If he unsheathed⁠ it, it was​​‌ to sever at‍ least an arm.‌‍​

And‍⁠ this time was‌⁠‌ no exception.

“¡Kgh…!”​​

Leon‍⁠ groaned.

The​​‍ blood pouring from‌ his side soaked⁠‍​ him to the​‍‌ knees.

Valerion‍⁠⁠ could barely follow‍‌‌ it with his⁠ eyes. He suddenly⁠‌​ glanced at the⁠⁠​ spectators.

Only‌‌ Metatron’s eyes shared‍ the same trembling‍​ as his.

“Your‍ son is incredible.”​

Valerion​‍ said it in​⁠‍ a calm voice.‍⁠⁠ Out of context,​ it might’ve sounded‌‌ condescending.

“…Yes.‍ He’s fighting with⁠ everything he’s got.”​​‍

Luckily,⁠ Metatron took it​ the right way.‌ And it was‍‍‌ no wonder.

Is​ there anyone in‍⁠⁠ this world who‍‌ can withstand more‌‌ than ten exchanges​ against Kang Geom-Ma?⁠⁠

Maybe‍⁠ only those present‍⁠‌ here.

And‌ that’s knowing Kang‌ Geom-Ma’s power. The‌ last time he​​​ showed his full⁠‌ might was during‌ the Parsy tragedy.​‌​

They‌⁠‌ had only seen⁠⁠‌ that moment in‍ a video.

And​ they understood.

‘Kang⁠ Geom-Ma is a being different from​‍ us.’

Saying⁠​⁠ he’s in another‌ league is not‍⁠⁠ enough. Kang Geom-Ma‌⁠⁠ had a completely‍​ different nature from‌ theirs.

“Sorry⁠​ to say it​⁠⁠ like this, but‌ I think your‌⁠ son Leon can⁠ push himself like‌⁠ this thanks to…”‍

Metatron⁠‍ nodded.

“That’s​ right.”

It’s⁠‌‌ because of the‍‌ Blessing of the⁠ Miracle.

『Please,​ protect the world‌‌ from the Demon‍ King.』

Compatibility.‌⁠‍

The‍⁠​ hero and the‍ Demon King don’t⁠​⁠ have good compatibility.​

After​‍ all, isn’t that⁠​‍ the case in⁠​‍ every story? That​‍‌ Demon King who‌ almost destroys humanity‍‍ is defeated by⁠‍ the sword of‍ a mere human.​‌‍

A cliché story and​​‍ ending.

Though⁠‍⁠ it’s criticized for‍​ being predictable, people⁠‌‌ take for granted‌ that good must‍ triumph over evil.​‌

And⁠​ naturally, they consider‍​ the hero as​‌‌ good and the⁠ Demon King as​ evil.

Why?​‌ Because the hero⁠ is human. Even​ the gacha game‌ “Miracle Blessing M”‌‌​ focuses broadly on​ the life of​​ the hero Leon‍⁠⁠ von Reinhardt.

That​ gave him a natural edge over‍‌ the Demon King.‍⁠

Leon,​⁠ with an abyssal​ difference in level,‍‌ was able to​⁠ withstand more than⁠‌ ten exchanges thanks⁠ to that “compatibility.”⁠‌

But​‍​ little by little,​‍⁠ the gap began⁠​ to show. Kang‌ Geom-Ma’s overwhelming slashes⁠⁠ ignored compatibility.

Or‍ rather, they shattered⁠ it.

“This⁠‌‍ time…!”

Leon​‍⁠ didn’t even have‌‌‌ the strength to‍​⁠ finish the sentence.​​⁠

Fwoooosh!​

A blast of wind⁠ exploded in the​‍​ enclosed room. Leon,‌⁠ with a strangled⁠ cry, unleashed his‌ aura.

The‌‍​ floating sashimi knives​⁠ scattered. He was​⁠‍ trying to completely​‍‌ disorganize the electric⁠‌ grid.

To‌⁠‌ the eye, it⁠‌‍ looked like it‌ worked. The cage​ of lightning that​‌⁠ had surrounded him​⁠ was gone.

‘But⁠ Kang Geom-Ma is‌​ not someone who‌‍‍ ends it there.’‌

Leon​‍⁠ focused strength in‍‍ his right shoulder.​‍ From the open​ wound, blood gushed‍‌ like a water‍‌​ gun.

Splash.⁠​

Dozens​‍ of sashimi knives‌‍ were drenched in‌​ blood. A scene‌ that was almost‍​ nauseating at first‍​ glance.

“…Oh.”​⁠‍

But‌‌‌ instead of groans,‍ the spectators let‍​‍ out gasps. Leon’s‌⁠⁠ decision was quick,‍‍ and in that⁠⁠⁠ moment, the best‌‍‍ possible.

“In⁠ that case…”

“The‍⁠​ lightning won’t be⁠‌ able to bounce⁠​ off the blades‍​ anymore.”

The⁠‌‌ plan had worked.⁠ The density of⁠ the makeshift electrical⁠‌⁠ net decreased.

Kang‌⁠‌ Geom-Ma, with no‍‍ other choice, appeared‌‌⁠ in midair.

He‌ grabbed one of⁠ the sashimi knives‌ and lunged with​‌ his body. Leon,⁠ as if he’d⁠ been waiting, countered​ with a kick.‍‌‍

BOOM!⁠

A shockwave laced with​⁠‍ lightning. Kang Geom-Ma‍ pressing with everything,‍⁠
and Leon resisting‌⁠ with everything.

However,‍‍ their swords didn’t‍ touch. It looked⁠​​ like they grazed​ each other, but‍‍‌ on closer look,​​⁠ there was a tiny gap the‍‍ size of a fingernail between the‌​ two blades.

“Hah…”​‍

“He’s‌⁠ starting to understand‍‍ Kang Geom-Ma’s abilities.”​‍‌

Even⁠ without understanding all‍​ the effects of⁠​‌ the Blessing of​ the Sword God,‌​​ Leon had already⁠‍ learned from experience⁠‍ that those sashimi​⁠ knives could cut​⁠⁠ anything.

“And‍‌ yet he still⁠​​ faces it with​⁠‌ pure will.”

More​ than fighting spirit…​‍⁠

“He’s⁠​‌ using compatibility.”

Valerion⁠‌ murmured. He turned⁠‍‍ his eyes, torn⁠⁠‌ from the fierce‌‍‍ battle, to Metatron.​‌‍

“To‍ stay calm in⁠‌ front of Kang⁠‍‍ Geom-Ma… for that‍​​ alone, there may‍ be no other‌ human who could⁠⁠‌ face him.”

“That’s⁠​​ not true.”

Not​⁠​ even a twitch.​​‌ Metatron was completely‌​‌ serious.

“He’s‌ simply been lucky.‍‍‌ And there are‍ humans more capable​⁠​ than Leon.”

“Really?”⁠​‌

Valerion⁠‍‌ didn’t care much​​ for humanity. At‍ most, he knew​⁠​ Leon, who had‌‍​ spent a decade⁠ in the Demon​ World.

Metatron​ explained calmly.

“There’s⁠ someone called the​ Sword Master.”

“I’ve​‌​ heard of him…⁠ but he’s old‌ now, isn’t he?”‌

“In⁠‍ terms of physical⁠‌ ability, sure — he’s probably aged‍‌ quite a bit‍ compared to his‍​ prime. He’s human,​⁠⁠ after all. But‍‍ according to Leon,⁠​⁠ he hasn’t missed⁠​⁠ a single day‌⁠‌ of training.”

Metatron⁠ turned his gaze⁠ back to the‌​‍ fight as he‌‍ continued calmly.

“Precisely⁠‌ because he doesn’t‌⁠‍ settle, he evolves.⁠⁠ That’s how humans⁠‌‌ are.”

“That’s⁠‍‍ a rather generous‌ assessment.”

“Not⁠ at all. It’s‍⁠​ an objective one.”​​

“I​​⁠ have another question.​‌‌ You said ‘people,’‍‍ plural, didn’t you?​‌​ You were referring‍⁠‍ to the rest‍​⁠ of the Seven⁠‌‍ Stars, right?”

Metatron‍ shook his head.​

“They’re​‍‌ exceptional too, but​ they couldn’t exchange‍ blows with Kang⁠‍ Geom-Ma. They’re not‌ as competitive as⁠ the Sword Master.”⁠‍‍

“That​‍⁠ makes me even‍​‍ more curious. What‍⁠​ kind of people‌ does the leader​ of the angels‍‍ hold in such‍‌ high regard?”

“Haha,​‌⁠ they’re probably closer​​ than you think.”‌⁠

“…”⁠​‍

When‍‍​ Valerion tilted his‍ head, Metatron turned​‍ his gaze to⁠‍‍ the side. There⁠ stood two women.‌

“Those‍ two… are Kang⁠​ Geom-Ma’s wives.”

“I⁠‍ sense in them‍ immense potential. I know it’s inappropriate‍‍ to say this​ while my son​‍​ fights so desperately,‌‌ but it seems‌ they’ll easily surpass‌ Leon’s growth limit.”⁠

“Is‌ that even possible‌‌ for a human?”​‌⁠

“Dragon​‌​ Lord.”

Valerion‌‌ was reprimanded firmly.⁠‌​

“Humans⁠‍ are more infinite‍​ than you imagine.‍ They are beings‌​‌ that even those‌ false gods couldn’t‌ predict.”

“…”​​

“Look‌‍‍ at this very⁠‌‌ moment.”

Metatron​‌‍ turned forward again.‌‌⁠

The‍​​ distance between the‍ Daiso Sashimi and‍ Leon’s foot was⁠ shrinking. His resistance‌ was beginning to‍​‌ weaken. The balance‌⁠‌ of power, which‌ had once seemed⁠‍ even, was starting‌​⁠ to tip.

Leon‌‍‍ had broken his‍⁠ fingers. He was‌‍‍ pressing the blade​​ with the shoulder‍⁠⁠ of his amputated‍‌ arm, resisting desperately.‌ It was a heartbreaking image.

The‌​ conclusion was near.‍​ Yet Leon kept​⁠ fighting with all⁠ his might. The‌⁠ atmosphere felt like‍‍ he’d won on⁠​⁠ points.

Though​‌‌ he wasn’t satisfied.⁠ Leon let out‍‌‍ a final burst‍‍‍ of energy. A fierce aura like‍ a lion’s roar‌‍ swept through the‍⁠ area. Hair flew,‌‌ and Choi Seol-Ah‌⁠⁠ had to grab⁠​ her top that‍⁠‍ nearly slipped off.‍‌

“You​⁠⁠ were too ambitious.”⁠‍

Said‍⁠ Kang Geom-Ma. Leon’s⁠‍⁠ eyes clouded with​‍ surprise. In that‌⁠⁠ space, the eyes​‍ began to open‌ slowly.

Dozens⁠ of knives surrounded‌ him, gleaming with​‍ clean edges. Some​ with traces of‍ blood. All exposed.‍‌

Clack.‌‍ Kang Geom-Ma’s figure‍ stretched into a double image and⁠ disappeared right in‌ front of him.‍‌ Leon turned his⁠​⁠ eyes back.

There⁠‌ was darkness.

Kang‍ Geom-Ma swung his​‌⁠ sword. The knives‍ clashed. The foot‍​ was sliced off‍‍ in a single​‍‌ stroke. Then, a diagonal wound carved‍ itself into Leon’s⁠‌‌ body.

The​‌⁠ severed torso flew‌​‌ and crashed into‌ a wall. All‍‌‌ of this happened‌⁠ in less than‌ a second. It‌⁠ wasn’t an event—it​⁠​ was a phenomenon.‌

[The⁠ duel in subspace‌ has ended.]

The​⁠ violet light began​‍‍ to dissipate. Even​​ the echo of⁠⁠ the fierce battle​​‍ was fading away.‌‍

Leon’s​‌​ lower body, rolling​‌‍ on the ground,​‍⁠ turned into fragments‍ of data.

The‍ lower half was⁠‌‌ replaced by data⁠⁠⁠ that clustered together‍⁠⁠ and regenerated.

Kang⁠ Geom-Ma shook his⁠ sword. The ground​⁠ was clean. After‌‍ that instinctive gesture,‍‍ he approached Leon.‌⁠

“The‍‌ performance of subspace‍​‍ is marvelous.”

“…”‍‌

Tap.⁠‌⁠

Leon⁠ pulled himself up⁠ using Kang Geom-Ma’s⁠‌‍ forearm. Without even⁠​ fully sitting, he‍‌⁠ brushed imaginary dust‍​ off his shoulder​‌ and sheathed Balmung.‍‍⁠

Kang‍‌‌ Geom-Ma smiled faintly.‍

“Today⁠ you withstood three​‍‍ more strikes than‍ last time.”

“I‌‍‌ got lucky.”

“Luck‌ is a skill⁠ too.”

“If​ you put it⁠⁠ that way, I can’t argue.”

Leon‍ shrugged with a smile.

“…What⁠‌ do you think?”‍

Metatron‍​ finally spoke. There​‍ was an excited‍⁠ expression on his‌‌⁠ face. Valerion felt‌ something similar.

Both⁠ of them vaguely⁠ knew the true​‍ identities of Kang​​⁠ Geom-Ma and Leon⁠⁠⁠ — the Demon‌⁠⁠ King and the⁠​ Hero.

And⁠‍ to see them‍​⁠ compete with respect‍ and exchange words‍ of encouragement. Evil⁠ is not always‍‌‍ wicked.

What⁠⁠ is human is⁠ not always just.​‍

Good‍ and evil are​ merely different colors.‌ The scale doesn’t‍​ tilt to either​ side.

Even‌​‍ so, the demons⁠ — the losers‌‌‌ — and the‌‌ dragons — their​ leaders — felt⁠‍ an overwhelming emotion.​​

Harmony.​‍⁠

The⁠ union of demon​⁠ and human moved⁠ them deeply. As⁠⁠ if coordinated, the​‌⁠ dragons shuddered in​‍‌ unison.

Their‍‌‌ dragon hearts, which‌ had suppressed their‌⁠ rhythm for centuries,​‌‌ began to beat​​ once more.

Thump-thump.⁠⁠‌

Here,‌ in the human⁠ world, those hearts⁠‌⁠ were pulsing. All‍ of them brought‍⁠ a hand to⁠ their chest.

A current of air‍​‍ slipped between their⁠‍ fingers. Mana.

The‍ dragon’s heart was​ an endless mana​​ furnace. Their mana⁠ was of incomparable‌‌‌ purity.

And‌‍ now—

It​‍ flowed. Into Kang​​ Geom-Ma.

There,‌ an EX-rank sashimi‍‌ lay dormant.

In‌‌​ this world, weapons⁠‌ grow stronger the​⁠ rarer their materials.⁠​

It‌‍‍ was the first‌⁠‍ time Valerion had‍⁠‌ ever seen a dragon’s heart beat​‍ on its own⁠ in all his⁠​ centuries of life.‌‌

Kang​⁠‍ Geom-Ma’s sashimi was​‌ strengthening in real​​‌ time. At the‍⁠ same time, within‌​ the subspace, a new mana network​‌‍ formed.

This‍ time, the flow‍ of light and‍ mana wasn’t as​ aggressive as before.⁠‌

It​ was gentle.

“How‍ curious.”

The‍ Dragon Lord’s eyes‍‌ welled up.

The​​⁠ air swirled softly‌ around Kang Geom-Ma​ and Leon.

Only⁠ they remained clearly⁠​‌ visible. It was⁠ as if the‌ entire world were⁠‍‍ watching them.

Valerion,‌‍ nose reddened, spoke​⁠‌ one last word.​‌

“Mystery.”​‌

A word that had‍ come to mean​⁠⁠ technique.

“Yes,‍​ I think ‘mysterious’​‌ is the best⁠ way to describe‍ it.”

The‌‍ language from which​⁠‌ that mystery was⁠​‌ born.

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