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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 381: The Apostle (2)

Chapter 381: The Apostle (2)

“Ha,⁠‍‍ hahaha.”

My⁠ throat burns.

My‍‌ stomach churns.

It​‍ was rare for​ me to find⁠ myself in a situation like this‍⁠ as All Mute.​‌ The last time⁠‌‍ must’ve been during​​ the fight against‍‌ Kang Geom-Ma. I rushed in without‍ thinking, drunk on‍⁠⁠ national pride, and⁠​ ended up getting‍‌⁠ a real lesson.​‍​

‘It‍‍ was like being⁠⁠ slapped awake by⁠ reality.’

But‌ I never held‌ a grudge against⁠​​ Kang Geom-Ma. On‌‍ the contrary, he⁠ was the one‌ who woke up​⁠‌ the neurons dulled‌​‍ by patriotic euphoria.⁠ Though his methods‌​ could seem harsh,⁠​ his results were‍​ always right. And⁠‌ the reason was‍‌‍ simple.

Kang‍‌⁠ Geom-Ma was no‍ villain.

“Impressive.”‌​‌

The⁠‍ man in the‌ tracksuit stepped forward⁠ and spoke. Even​ though his zipper‌ was pulled all⁠‌ the way up,‍ the crooked corner‍ of his mouth‍‍ couldn’t be hidden.‍ He seemed to​​ be the leader‌‌ of this group.​

All‌ Mute took in​‌ the surroundings broadly.⁠ People standing in‍ lines, dressed with​‌ no uniformity at​ all, all kinds​‌ of faces. Literally‌‌⁠ men, women, elderly,​ young. No age‌ or gender predominated.​ It was hard⁠ to find a single common thread.‌‌

The​ air was heavy.‌​⁠ The columns leading⁠‌ to the end‌​‌ of the corridor⁠⁠‍ were smashed down.‌⁠ Like the freshly‍ pulled teeth of⁠ an old man.‌‌​ A fierce battle⁠ must have taken‌ place here.

‘Humans⁠​ fighting against mages.’‍⁠‍

Villains.​⁠

It​‍‍ had been over‌⁠​ ten years since​ I’d heard that‌⁠‌ word. A group‍‍‍ that Kang Geom-Ma‍⁠‌ eradicated during his⁠‍​ student years. Though​ there were signs‍ they tried to⁠ rise again, their⁠ presence was suppressed​⁠‍ by Kang Geom-Ma’s‌⁠ very existence. They‌‌ never dared to‌ show themselves.

And‌ yet now, they’d​ raised their heads.⁠​ That meant they⁠​ had some kind⁠⁠ of backing. Who‍ was behind this?​‍‍

It‌ wasn’t demons. Among⁠⁠​ them, dragons were​ close to heroes.‌ And they had⁠‌ good relations with‌‍ Kang Geom-Ma. There​ was no reason​‌ for them to‍‍ ally with such​‍ hostile humans.

Pain.​‌

I held my hand‌​‍ to my temple.⁠ The muscles were‍⁠ muscles, but it‍ felt like my‍ brain was going‍⁠‍ to burst.

‘This‍⁠ is getting complicated.’​​

Think⁠​​ simply. Simply.

‘…Like‍‍​ Kang Geom-Ma…’

What​‌⁠ would he do‍ in this situation?‍⁠

People⁠⁠‌ misunderstand easily. They‍⁠ think Kang Geom-Ma​ just draws his⁠​‍ sashimi sword without‌​ thinking.

But‍⁠‍ those around him⁠ think differently. Kang⁠‍​ Geom-Ma doesn’t act‌​ rashly. Despite his⁠ overwhelming strength, he‌ never lets his‍ guard down.

He‍‌‌ watches his opponent‌​ to the end‍‍ before acting. It‌ was during my⁠ duel with him‍​‍ that I learned‍ that caution. And⁠ that was the‌ reason I came‌‌⁠ to respect that⁠‍⁠ guy deeply.

“Pff.”‌

All⁠‌​ Mute spat on‌⁠‌ the ground. There​ was blood. She‌ wiped her lips‍ with her thumb‍‌​ and muttered.

“Never‍‍ thought villain scum‍‍ still crawled around.⁠⁠ Honestly, you’re like‌‌‌ cockroaches with superpowers…”​​

“Huff,⁠‍ huff… I agree,‌ senior.”

Rachel’s​⁠ chest rose and‌‍⁠ fell. She was⁠​​ visibly exhausted. If​ not for the‌ situation, All Mute‍ would’ve been surprised.​⁠ Rachel, the adrenaline⁠ junkie, panting from‌ fatigue?

“Hey!”‌

Catching‍ her breath, Rachel​‍⁠ lashed out coldly.‌⁠‍

“Don’t‌ you villains ever​ learn? Or do​​ you think you’ve‌⁠ got more guts‌‌‌ than us heroes?​‌ Didn’t you get‍ the message when​‍ that guy one-shotted​‍​ you?”

“……”‍‌​

That‍‌ guy.

The​ man’s smug smile‌​⁠ twisted. He shrank‌ his neck into​⁠​ his tracksuit like‍​ a turtle and‍​ muttered.

“There‌​ are a few​⁠​ things you need‌‌‍ to correct.”

“Don’t‍‌⁠ start lecturing, villain.‍⁠ Just because you⁠‍⁠ pulled off a few combos doesn’t‍​‌ mean you’re our‍​‌ buddy. Keep talking‍​ and you’ll get​ smacked.”

“Hahaha!”‍

“And⁠​ what the hell‍‌ are you laughing‌ at?”

The⁠⁠ man’s eyes glinted​ with a pale‌ green, toxic light.​⁠ He lowered the​⁠ zipper that covered​⁠‍ his mouth just​⁠‍ a bit.

“Rachel‌‌‌ Mura. Direct heiress‌⁠ of the Changseong​ family. Currently active​‌ as a hero‍‍ in Lancelot Company.”‌

“You‍⁠ can find that⁠ out just by​‌ looking at her‍ Stargram profile…”

“Before‍‌‌ that.”

The⁠‍ tracksuit man interrupted.‍

“She’s​⁠​ a hero.”

“…What?”⁠

Rachel⁠‌‍ looked puzzled by​​ his strange way​​‍ of speaking. He‍‌⁠ stated the obvious​ like it was‍‍ a shocking revelation.‌‍​ Was it some‍‌‍ magic effect?

“And⁠‍ who does a hero fight for?”​

“What‍ kind of nonsense​ is that?”

But​ the man didn’t‍​​ care.

“For‍ me.”

He‍​​ pointed his thumb‌ at himself and​⁠​ added.

“We‌ fight for humans⁠​ with bodies like⁠ this.”

His‌​ words stabbed sharply​‌ at the soul.‌ “Bodies like this.”⁠ The discomfort in‌ that phrase was‌ disturbing. Rachel and‍ All Mute began⁠‌ to pale.

“No⁠‍ matter how many⁠ rotten nobles there‍‌‍ are, no hero​ has ever broken​ that unspoken rule.”‍‌‌

“No,‌⁠ that can’t be…”⁠

“Thinking⁠​‌ we were villains⁠ just because we⁠ used magic… that⁠‌‍ was narrow-minded, Mura.​​⁠ You too, All‍‌ Mute.”

The⁠⁠⁠ enemies surrounding Rachel⁠‍‌ and All Mute​ raised their hands​ at the same​​ time.

With​​⁠ thumbs holding back​‌‍ their middle fingers,‍​⁠ as if aiming⁠ to flick them⁠ in the forehead.⁠⁠

The‍‍​ tracksuit man spoke‍⁠​ on their behalf.‍​⁠

“You’re​⁠ the ones who⁠⁠ don’t understand the⁠​ real end of​‍ this world. Mages?‌‍ Heroes? Those black-and-white​⁠ labels were made​​ up by you.”‍⁠​

His‌ pupils filled with​​‍ madness.

“We​​‌ are the carriers​​​ of a will‍‌ beyond causality. As​‍ long as truth⁠⁠ exists, as long‌⁠ as the end⁠​‍ exists, we won’t​​​ vanish. Rip us⁠ apart as many‌‌​ times as you​ want—we’ll grow back.”⁠

“That’s⁠ a fancy way‌​‍ to say you’re⁠ stubborn.”

Rachel⁠‍​ frowned.

“Mura,‍ you don’t get‍ it. To break‍​‌ this cycle of‌‍⁠ evil, a choice​ has to be​⁠⁠ made. A choice‍​​ your dear friend‌⁠‍ must take.”

“You⁠‌‍ all are…”

All⁠‌‌ Mute’s fists weakened.⁠‍‌ She exhaled painfully.‍

“Those‌‍⁠ bodies… they’re civilians,⁠‍ aren’t they?”

The‌⁠ tracksuit guy smirked‍ mockingly.

“Correct.⁠​ You’re definitely future​ Seven Stars material.”‌‌⁠

“What‍‍ are you talking‍​ about, senior?!”

Rachel’s​‍⁠ eyes widened. All​ Mute sighed deeply.​

“He’s⁠ right. Those guys⁠​ have no bodies​​ of their own.‌ They’ve abandoned their⁠​​ flesh and incarnated‍‍ as spirits in‌ civilian bodies.”

Possession.​

A technique where consciousness‍‌​ inhabits another’s body.⁠ In the past,‌⁠‌ it was how​​​ body-commanders descended into‍ the human world.‌⁠

‘How‍​ the hell did​‍‌ some petty villains‌‍ pull off possession…?’​

She‌‌⁠ didn’t know. But​‌ it didn’t matter‍ now. What mattered⁠ was something else.​‍

Those⁠‌‌ preparing to attack​⁠⁠ were civilians. That⁠​‍ idea dominated All⁠ Mute’s mind. Rachel⁠‍ asked, trembling:

“S-So…”​‌

“If‍‍ we hurt those⁠‌ bodies, only the‌ humans will suffer.‍ Not even a physical attack will‌‌ scratch those souls.”‌‌

“Correct‍ again!”

The‌​ tracksuit guy looked​ ready to applaud.⁠ He sneered with‌‌‌ his gums showing.‍​⁠

“You‌​⁠ know, the current​ human world is​‍ the best possible⁠​⁠ environment for us.​​​ Which means it’s‌‌​ the worst possible⁠⁠‍ for you heroes.‍‍​ There’s a mana‍ flow now in​‍ the human world.‌‌ Perfect to give‍⁠ the starting signal,‍‌ right?”

“Ha…”​‌

All⁠​‍ Mute let out​‌ a powerless laugh.⁠

“The‍‍‌ advantage or disadvantage⁠ of the environment…​⁠ sure…”

Then​⁠ she lowered her‍ gaze, savoring each⁠‌‍ word. But when‍‌ she raised her‌ eyes, her gaze,⁠ clear as water,‍ pierced through the‍​‌ enemies.

“There’s​ someone unaffected by‍​‌ that advantage.”

“What…?”​⁠‌

“Heavenly⁠‍ Sword.”

“……”⁠

“Don’t​⁠‍ you think your‌⁠ defense is too‍​‍ flimsy? Of course‌ you’re scared. Physical‍​‍ attacks may not⁠​ work, you’re possessing‍‍ bodies—but there’s one‌‌‍ person—no, one existence‌​‍ that can reduce⁠⁠‍ all of that​‍ to dust.”

As‍ she spoke, All⁠‌​ Mute lowered her​‍​ arms. She had‍‌ no intention of⁠⁠⁠ continuing the fight.⁠​‌

Even​​‌ if they tried‌‌ with all their‌⁠‌ power, civilian casualties​ were inevitable.

The⁠ enemies were hostages‌‍ in themselves. If​​⁠ they showed the​ slightest resistance, the‍ villains would slit​ their own throats.‍‍ Or set themselves​‍⁠ on fire with‌​ magic. Either way,⁠ civilians would die.‍⁠⁠

‘I​​‍ can’t allow that​‌‍ just to save⁠ myself.’

She‍⁠‍ couldn’t hurt them.‍‍‍ Not even a scratch. Because before⁠ she was a hero, she was‌​‍ human, with a moral responsibility.

“I‌​​ won’t force you,‍ Rachel.”

All‍‍‌ Mute bit her‍ lip, staring at⁠ the enemies.

“I​‌⁠ won’t blame you​ or hold it⁠​​ against you. Do‍ whatever you want,​‌​ like you always⁠‍‌ have. That’s the⁠ beauty of my⁠⁠​ dear junior.”

“…”‌​

Rachel​‌ fell silent for‍‌ a moment.

Clang.​

A metallic sound echoed⁠‌ in the emptiness.⁠​​ Then she let⁠ go of her‍ halberd. All Mute​‌‌ glanced at her‍ as she walked.‌ Rachel shrugged.

“If‍ I kill the​ homeless, Majira’s gonna‌⁠ be pissed.”

“You’ll‍‌‍ die.”

“What’s​⁠​ the point of‍⁠ being a hero‌ if I’m scared‌ of dying? That’s‍‍ what they pay‍ me hundreds of‍‌ millions for. Senior,⁠ you’re seriously underestimating‍‌‌ me.”

All⁠ Mute smiled faintly.​‍

The⁠‍‌ villains started to‍⁠⁠ get restless. That⁠​ nonchalant attitude wasn’t​ what they expected.‌

So​‍ the tracksuit guy‍‌ tried to provoke‌‍ them, but Rachel⁠​⁠ beat him to⁠ it.

“The⁠‍ one who’ll take​​ care of our⁠ revenge… is him.”‍‌​

Her​⁠​ voice was pure.‌​​ In her eyes,‍ there wasn’t a hint of darkness.​‍

“Heavenly‍‌ Sword will avenge‌⁠ us until that‍​‌ idiot begs to‍ be killed. When‌‌ we’re in hell,⁠‌ we’ll torture him​ together.”

“You’ve‍⁠‍ grown well, Rachel.”⁠

Rachel‌‍​ puffed out her‌⁠‍ chest.

“Of​‌ course!”

“I‌ didn’t mean it‌ that way…”

“You’ve⁠⁠⁠ had enough time‌⁠‍ for your final⁠‌ words in life.”‍

The‌ air pressure changed.​⁠​ Mana began to‍‍‌ flow. A purple‌ energy curled up⁠‌​ their legs like⁠​ wild thistle. It⁠‍‌ was an immense⁠‌‌ power.

“Goodbye,‌ heroes.”

“You​⁠ too, throw your‌‌⁠ final tantrum with‌ all your strength.”​⁠⁠

“To‌ the very end…!”​

One‌‌ of the women‌ couldn’t take it‌ anymore and snapped​‌ her fingers.

Snap.⁠

A flame burst at​⁠⁠ the point of​​⁠ contact. The fire‌‌‌ spread immediately. All‍ Mute took a deep breath and​⁠ closed her eyes.​⁠‌

‘It’s‍⁠​ going to hurt.’‍

Yes,​‌⁠ it would hurt.​⁠‍

They‍‌​ say burn pain‍​ is the worst⁠​ a human can⁠ feel. But All​⁠ Mute thought differently.‍

After​ losing her humanity,‌​ the pain of‌ conscience was far‍ worse.

‘Humans‌​ die.’

And​ they do so‍‌ leaving behind nothing‍​‍ but a small‍‌ black-and-white photograph. That’s‍⁠ why people try⁠ so hard to​ live a life​ that leaves a mark.

All‌⁠ Mute reflected. How​ had her life‌ been?

Fairly⁠‌ dignified.

She‍ lived for her‍‌​ country.

Fought​ as a heroine.‍‍

And‍⁠ now, she would‌‍‍ die as a human.

‘I​ regret nothing.’

The​ air in front‍ of her was‌​‌ burning. A hot⁠⁠‍ gust pushed her​⁠‌ hair back. The​‍⁠ enemy’s fire must‍‍‍ have been very‌ close.

‘I’m⁠‌‌ going to die…’⁠​

FWWWWWEEEHH!‌‌

A piercing sound tore⁠ through the atmosphere.‌​ Shlack! At that​ very instant, All‍ Mute even felt‌‌​ cold as the‍ surrounding fire was⁠​​ suddenly extinguished. Before⁠⁠ she could even⁠ open her eyes,‌‍​ Rachel moved her‌⁠⁠ lips.

“This⁠⁠‍ is…”

A sword. With a 30% off tag‌⁠ hanging from it.‍‍

“How​‌‌ is this possible…?”‌

Maybe⁠‌‍ because of the⁠‍ fire’s light, the⁠‍ sword’s glow shimmered​ with dark flashes.⁠ And in that​​ transparent blade… she⁠‌ saw something reflected.⁠‌

Black‍‌‌ eyes.

■■■■■■—!!‍​

All‌‍ Mute’s hair whipped⁠ forward violently. A wind generated by‌‍ lightning. The flash‌‍ of light traced‌‌‌ a razor-sharp path‍‌ through the ceiling,‌ floor, and walls,‍​​ leaving no safe‌‌ space.

The⁠ enemies, panicked, began‍​ casting spells. But‌‍‌ it wasn’t enough​⁠⁠ to stop the⁠ high speed. The⁠ elemental magic they⁠ conjured was sliced⁠ like strips of​​ soft candy.

CRACKLE!⁠‍

The‌‍​ man in the​‌ tracksuit slowly turned‍‍ his gaze. A light behind him—​ the exit had‌‌ been blocked by​ someone’s silhouette. He​​‍ managed to read‍⁠‍ the two characters‌⁠‌ written on that‍⁠‌ person’s back.

“Sword…⁠ Heav…”

‘That’⁠

figure​ walked forward, bringing‍​‍ darkness with him.‌‍‌

“Y-You?‌​‌ How the hell…⁠‍‌ are you here?”​​

He⁠‍ had manipulated everything‌ to keep him​​​ away using Choi‍‍ Ah-a, his infiltrated‌⁠ ally.

He​‍ had even prepared​ a believable enough‌ trap to distract​‍ him.

“You​ said the timing​ was perfect!”

“S-S-Shut⁠​ up—!!” he suddenly‍ screamed, voice stained​ with panic.

“Do‍‌​ you know how​ many times light‍⁠‌ can circle the‌ Earth in a second?”

“W-What‍ are you talking‌‍​ about…?”

“Seven⁠‌⁠ and a half‍‍‌ times.”

Chills.⁠‍

“A⁠ second ago, I finished dealing with​ the stragglers on​‌‍ the other front.”​⁠

Kang⁠​ Geom-Ma slightly turned​‍‌ his wrist.

“Don’t⁠⁠⁠ worry.”

The‌‍ Murasame’s cord slipped‍‌​ along the blade.⁠‍

“With​ you, I won’t‌⁠⁠ even need a full second.”

Kang⁠‌ Geom-Ma could see‌ it clearly.

The‍⁠‍ red threads sprouting‌⁠⁠ from the crowns⁠‍ of his enemies.⁠⁠​

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