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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 385: Destiny (4)

Chapter 385: Destiny (4)

Everyone​ has secrets they​‌ can’t share.

Rachel‍​ had believed this​ since she was⁠ a child. That‌ secrets are the⁠ nourishment that shapes‍‍‍ a person’s identity.‍​⁠

And‌ that this applied‌⁠⁠ even more when‍​ it came to​⁠​ women.

Whether​​ we realize it⁠ or not, humans‌ are slaves to‌‌ expectation.

Only​​​ when we feel​‌ the pressure of‌​⁠ mystery does something⁠⁠ begin to seem‍‍ interesting.

Those‍ whose “surface” and‍‍⁠ “content” are the​‌⁠ same might be​​ able to live⁠‌‍ with a smile‍​ on their face,‍ but are they‍‍‌ really fortunate?

That’s⁠​‍ why Rachel respected‌ everyone’s secrets.

If‌‌ someone couldn’t talk​⁠‍ about it, they⁠⁠ surely had a good reason.

She⁠‍ never asked unless⁠⁠​ necessary, nor pretended‍‌ to know what⁠‌‌ she shouldn’t.

Because​‌‍ she hoped for‍ the same in⁠⁠ return.

Rachel‍⁠‍ Mura.

Even‍‍⁠ she, with a mind clear as​⁠​ water, held a deep secret.

It‍‌​ was a power.‌‍ A special vision‍​‍ that allowed her​⁠​ to see whether‌ a person had​​​ a secret they⁠​​ couldn’t reveal.

She​ couldn’t know the‍‌ content of the‌‍‍ secret, but she‍‌ could feel its​​‌ intensity. The deeper‍ it was, the​​‍ denser the aura​ surrounding that person.​⁠

However,‍‌ once she heard‌​​ even the nature⁠​ of the secret,​​⁠ that color would‍​ fade.

As‌⁠⁠ if the secret⁠ dissolved. A strange‌⁠​ power. Inexplicable.

And‌​​ one she had​ never told anyone.‍​⁠

“Because​​ that is the‍⁠ true worth of‍ a secret.”

Maybe‌ that’s why her‍‌ personal symbol was‍‌ a heart ♥.​ After all, there’s‍‌ no better icon‌‍ to express something‌​ as abstract as‌‍ emotion.

But‌​ enough beating around‌ the bush.

“Geom-Ma…”‌​⁠

Rachel⁠‍⁠ had already known.​​⁠ For ten years.‍⁠ Since she saw⁠⁠‌ him for the‌​ first time, face​‌ to face in​ a class.

She‌ knew that Kang‌‍ Geom-Ma carried a secret that could⁠ never be shared‍ with anyone.

It⁠‌ had always been⁠‌ that way. In​​‍ the past and‌⁠‍ now, his body‍‍⁠ was wrapped in‌ a kind of⁠​‌ mist, as if‌ something clung to⁠‌⁠ his skin like‌​‍ an invisible film.​‌​

In‍ other words, even⁠ after ten years,​​ Kang Geom-Ma hadn’t‍‍ shared his secret‍⁠ with anyone.

Not​ even his own‍​⁠ family.

But⁠ Rachel had never⁠​ abandoned her principles.⁠​ She always believed​ that secrets—whether hers​‌​ or others’—only shine‌‍ when kept hidden.​​ However…

‘…You​​⁠ were fighting alone​ all this time.’‌

Rachel⁠‍ Mura broke, for​‍ the first time,⁠ the vow she​‍‍ had made to‌ herself.

It‍⁠ was instinctive.

Geom-Ma’s​‌‌ fingers lost strength.⁠‍​

The‌​​ sashimi blades fell‌​⁠ to the floor⁠​ with a clank,​⁠​ and his body⁠ tilted to one⁠ side.

Rachel⁠​ caught him with​‌‍ her cheek.

Meanwhile,​⁠​ Murasame was submerged‍​ in the pool‍​ of blood. Even‍‍‌ the last strands‌​​ of cord wrapped⁠⁠ around the hilt‌‌ were stained red.⁠⁠

***​⁠

Whack.⁠‌‍ Thud.

The‌ sound of blows​​‍ was vivid. I was hunched over‍‌ like a pill‍⁠ bug, taking the‍⁠‌ beating. Yesterday, today,​ and surely tomorrow‍​ would be the​ same.

There‌​ was no reason‌‌ for the beatings.​‌ At least, not​‍ one that made​⁠‌ sense. My “look‌​ is annoying”? That‌‌‍ shouldn’t be an⁠⁠ excuse.

“Hey,​ you piece of‍‌ shit! It’s your‍​‌ fault! All your⁠ fault!”

That​ guy hardly ever​​ shows up at‌‌ home. He spends‍‍‌ his days at‍ the racetrack, and⁠ when he loses‌⁠ money, he comes‍⁠ back just to​ take it out‌ on me.

Does‍⁠ that really ease⁠ his anger? If‍​ at least it‌ brought him peace.‍

I hope all his‍‌‍ rage gets dumped‌⁠ just on me.​​ Please. That’s why‍ I keep quiet​⁠‍ and let myself‌‌‍ be used as⁠​ a punching bag⁠​​ by this damn‌‍ pair of beasts.⁠

“Fucking‌‍‌ bastard. Ptui.”

A glob of spit‌‌‌ stuck to my⁠​‌ cheek. So thick​‌‍ it didn’t even‍​‍ drip down. Damn‌ bastard.

“This‌​‍ shithead isn’t even​‍⁠ fun to hit.‌ The more you‌⁠‍ hit him, the⁠‌⁠ more disgusting he⁠‍⁠ gets.”

The‌‍⁠ man who brought​​⁠ me into this‌‍ world glanced toward‍‍‍ the master bedroom‍‍​ door. The doorknob‍ was all scratched​⁠​ up—probably from how‌⁠‍ roughly he handled⁠ it every time.‌‍

“…Guess‍‌ I’ll use her‍​ today.”

I saw it. The‍‍‌ malicious smile spreading⁠​ on his face.⁠‍⁠ It felt like​ my diaphragm suddenly‍‍​ collapsed.

Whack!‌

When‍‍ he tried to‌ move, I grabbed‌ his ankle. His⁠⁠ gaze from above​ twisted with rage.‌‍⁠

“Let‍‌ go! I said‍​ let go!”

“Go‌⁠ to hell, bastard!”‍​‌

“You⁠‌ little shit… fine!⁠ Today I’ll beat‍‌ you to death.‌ And don’t you​‌ dare complain later.‌‌⁠ You asked for​⁠⁠ it!”

He‍​ took off his‌ belt. I figured⁠ the whipping was⁠​​ next. Didn’t matter.​ I already knew‍⁠ all the tricks​​ to endure it.​‍‍ At home, at⁠ school—violence was part​‍​ of daily life.⁠⁠

‘It’s‌​ okay.’

I told myself that,‍‍ staring at the‍⁠ master bedroom door.⁠‌

Creak.‍

A small crack opened.‌‍ Dark eyes peeked⁠‌‌ through the slit.​⁠‌ A gaze that⁠​ seemed never to⁠⁠⁠ have known joy‍⁠ stared at me‍ silently.

It’s​‍⁠ okay, XX. Your‌‌ “oppa” will take‌ it all for‌ you.

……‍​‌

“…Huh?”‌

What…​ did I just​​ say?

“Oppa”?‍ Did I say​ that?

That‍‌‍ couldn’t be.

Why…?⁠‍

Why…?‌

That‌ meant I had‌ a sister. That​ besides these biological​⁠ parents, I had‌⁠ another family.

But‍‌ I remember nothing.‌

The​​ pain from the⁠‌ beating didn’t matter.⁠‌ Because there was‍ another kind of⁠ shock pounding in‍⁠ my head.

Everything‍ went dark. I felt like I was being dragged⁠‍ into the depths⁠ of the ocean.​⁠‌ But the water‌​ was warm.

And​‍ the color was​‍ strange.

Since​‌⁠ when is the​ ocean this red?‌​

***‌⁠⁠

Around⁠ the abandoned ranch‌⁠​ stretched wide fields⁠ of farmland.

A pastoral landscape so‌ idyllic it looked⁠ like a painting.‍‍‍ Only the ranch‌​ itself gave off​ a horrible stench.​

Cherry⁠ blossoms in full‍‍ bloom dominated the‍​​ area. If someone⁠ were to discover‍‌‍ them, the place​‌⁠ would surely be‌⁠⁠ filled with visitors‌⁠ in spring.

Beneath⁠​ a large solitary​ tree, past the‌​​ overgrown vegetation, were⁠​​ two people.

Kang‌ Geom-Ma was lying‍‌ down with his⁠​‍ head on Rachel’s​​ lap.

“……”‌‍‌

The‍‍​ heat at the‌‌⁠ back of Geom-Ma’s⁠‍‌ neck, resting on⁠​‌ her thigh, was​⁠ concerning. It was‌ as if, instead‍‍ of a brain,‌​ he had a ball of fire⁠ inside his skull.​‍

His‍​​ eyes remained shut,‍⁠ with no signs​⁠‌ of waking. Only‌ faint groans escaped⁠‌ him from time​‌ to time.

‘He’s‍ completely unconscious.’

Kang​‌⁠ Geom-Ma had passed‍ out just after‌ the massacre. It​‍‍ was hard to‍⁠‌ believe that the⁠ same man who‌⁠‌ had wiped out⁠ the villains could‌‌ collapse so suddenly.‌

Rachel‌ rushed to catch‍⁠ him, and in​‍ that moment understood​‍ why he’d collapsed.⁠‍​ His body was‍‌​ burning with fever.​‌⁠ Just like during‍ that midterm exam⁠ ten years ago.⁠

Fwoooosh.⁠‌‌

The​‍ spring breeze gently⁠⁠ brushed against them.‌⁠ The wind entered​ their lungs and⁠⁠⁠ flowed through their‌​ bodies.

If⁠ only it could⁠ carry away the‍​ smell of blood​⁠ too. With that‍‌ wish, Rachel sank‍​ into her memories.‍

“It‍‍‍ was the same‌ that day.”

When‍⁠‌ he fought alone​ against the demonic⁠ siren. Geom-Ma closed‍​ his eyes, and⁠​ the darkness that⁠⁠​ wrapped around his‌‍⁠ body deepened.

It⁠ was as if‍ he were losing​‍ part of his‌‌ humanity.

Rachel‌‍ watched him silently⁠ and brought her⁠‌ hand to the‌‌ edge of her‍⁠​ eyes.

Fortunately,‍ the fever had⁠ gone down. He‍⁠ wasn’t fully recovered,​ but compared to‍​‍ before, it was‍‍‍ a relief.

It‍​‍ was then that⁠‍ soft footsteps were⁠ heard. Grass brushing‌⁠⁠ against ankles. Two‌​ people.

Huff,‍​ huff.

Soon,⁠​ heavy breathing struck⁠‍ the back of⁠⁠ Rachel’s neck.

It‍ was Abel and​⁠ Shail.

Knox‍⁠⁠ Auditore had contacted​‌‌ Ryozo and Abel​ directly. It was​​ an urgent situation,⁠​ so he informed‍‌ only those closest​‌ to Geom-Ma.

Ryozo​⁠ couldn’t come right​ away due to‌​‍ her responsibilities, so‌​‌ Shail came in⁠ her place.

Shail,⁠​ in fact, was​‍ part of the​ Nibelung family.

“You’re⁠‍ here?”

Rachel‌​⁠ spoke without turning‍‌ around.

“Rachel…”⁠⁠‌

Abel’s‌‍ voice was choked‍‌ with breath. Her​‌​ throat was dry,‍ as if she‌​‍ had swallowed sand.‍

And‍‌‌ no wonder. Abel‌ and Shail had⁠​⁠ run from Wonju⁠‍ to Hoengseong.

A 40-kilometer journey.

By‍‌⁠ car, it would‌‌ be twenty minutes‍​ at full speed,⁠‍‌ but the situation⁠ was too urgent​‌​ to wait for⁠ transport.

“What‌ happened… huff?”

“Same⁠‌‌ as always. For‌ Geom-Ma, it’s just​‌⁠ another day.”

A chill.

Goosebumps⁠⁠‌ ran across Abel’s⁠‍ skin. Was it‌‍⁠ because he was‍⁠‌ lying on Rachel’s‌‍‌ lap? It was‍‌‍ uncomfortable, yes, but​ she could look​‌⁠ the other way​ for now.

After​‌​ all, it was‌‌⁠ hard to accept​​ the sight of⁠​ her husband, Kang⁠‍​ Geom-Ma, the pillar‌‌ of everything, unconscious⁠‌ in front of‌⁠ her.

Her​‌ thoughts tangled. Causes⁠​ and effects blurred.​‍ Nothing made sense.‌

And​​ what agitated her‌ most was Rachel’s‌‍ voice. It sounded‍​​ different than usual.⁠‌​

“Abel.”​

Even⁠​​ the way she‍​ said her name​ had changed.

“…”‍

Abel​ almost choked on​ her breath. She​ made an effort​​ to regain composure,‌‌‍ and feigning calm,‍‍​ asked while looking‌ at Rachel’s back.‌​​

“So‌‌ it’s true.”

“…I’ve‌⁠‍ heard the gist​​⁠ of it. Auditore​‍ told me. This‌​‍ old ranch was⁠ a key point​ for a villain‍‍ cell, right?”

Rachel⁠‍ responded coldly. Still,‍ Abel didn’t make‌ an issue of‌⁠ her tone.

She⁠​ tried to ease‍⁠​ the conversation by‌​ lowering hers as​‌ well.

“And‌‌‍ what happened to‍‌⁠ Geom-Ma—how did he‌​ end up like‍‌⁠ this?”

No.‌

“Don’t​​ tell me he​⁠‍ was hurt…”

“No.‌ Do you think​ someone like that‌‍ Geom-Ma would even​ get a scratch‌‌ from those insects?”⁠

“Then…”​​⁠

“Seems⁠‍​ like it’s just​⁠ the flu with‍‍ a fever. I checked with the⁠‌‍ first-aid kit he⁠ always carries. Mild⁠ cold symptoms. From⁠⁠ what I see​‌ now, probably a bad flu.”

“Thank​ goodness…”

Just​⁠ when a sigh⁠⁠​ of relief started‌⁠‌ to appear on‌​​ Abel’s face—

“What’s‍‍ so good about‌‍ that?”

“…Huh?”‌

Abel‍ was taken aback.‍ The star drawn‍⁠ in her eyes​⁠ flickered with tension.‌⁠​ Rachel spoke, as⁠ if accusing her.‍

“What’s⁠⁠ so good about‍⁠ it? That your​ own husband has‍ a fever and​‌⁠ the flu?”

“No,‍ no. I’m not‌‍⁠ happy that he’s⁠​​ sick, of course—I’m​ just relieved he’s‍ not hurt, that’s​⁠ all…”

“Lady​​ Mura.”

Shail​ stepped forward and‍‌‌ intervened.

“I⁠⁠⁠ understand how you‍‍ feel. But with​ all due respect,⁠ that sounds inappropriate.”‌‍‍

“…Hah.”‍⁠​

Rachel‌‌ let out an⁠‍ empty laugh.

“Haven’t​​ you all thought‌ it, even subconsciously?​‍ That Kang Geom-Ma…‌‍‌ that the Heavenly⁠ Sword is humanity’s‍​ savior. And that’s⁠​ why he can’t⁠⁠‌ get sick. That⁠ someone called the​​ strongest hero in‌‌​ history shouldn’t fall‌‍‌ to something as​⁠ trivial as the‍​ flu.”

Abel​ hesitated. Shail furrowed⁠ her brow slightly.⁠

An⁠ awkward spring breeze​ blew between the‍‍‌ three of them.​​⁠ Only Rachel continued⁠⁠ speaking.

“You​‍ all… those little⁠ ideas you have,​​‌ so close to‌ you… they’re what⁠‍‌ stop Geom-Ma from⁠‍‌ living as a human being.”

Rachel​ wiped her forehead‍‌ with the back‌⁠‍ of her hand.‍⁠‍

“He⁠ always has to⁠ be a superhuman.‌‌‍ Because if he’s‌ not, you all​ get scared. Because​⁠‌ everyone feels safe⁠‌⁠ that way…”

“Rachel!”‍⁠⁠

Finally,⁠ Abel raised her‌ voice.

“What​‍ are you trying⁠ to say with‌ all this?”

“…”⁠⁠​

Only‍⁠ the whisper of‍‌​ rustling leaves could‍ be heard. After‍​ an uncomfortable silence,⁠​‍ Rachel turned her‌ head. And in⁠‍⁠ that instant, Abel⁠​ and Shail’s eyes​ widened.

“I‌ already told you​‌​ before, remember?”

There‍ was no heart​‍‍ shape. Rachel’s pupils‍​​ were perfect circles.⁠

“If⁠​ this keeps up,‍​ I’ll have to‌ withdraw my resignation.”​​

The​‍ pink smoke floating‍​ around Rachel dispersed.⁠⁠⁠

“Lady⁠‍‌ Abel.”

And‌ she didn’t even⁠​ notice it.

***⁠‌​

At‍‍ the same time,‍ in the Demonic⁠ Hell of Gehenna.‍‌

Joaquin⁠ was seated on‍‌‌ a dry log,‍‌ watching the infernal‍ sunset. The black⁠ sun slowly descended,‍​‍ leaving behind a red, dusky landscape⁠​ he never tired​‌⁠ of gazing at.​​‍

Seven‌‍ hundred years ago,⁠‌ he had no⁠‌ time to enjoy‍⁠​ this, always fighting.‍‌

And​ now that he⁠‍ was half-ghost, he‌​‌ could finally take‌ it in.

“Hmm.”‌⁠

Come​ to think of‌⁠ it, distancing himself​‌​ from the physical​⁠ world had brought‌⁠ a certain peace‌ of mind.

“*Same⁠⁠‍ as always, huh.*”​⁠​

A squirrel occupying the​​⁠ other half of‌ the log spoke‍‍ to him. Even‌‌ though he looked⁠⁠⁠ ridiculous now due​⁠​ to his current​‍ body, they used⁠⁠ to go at⁠ it hard in​⁠‌ the past.

“There’s​‌​ nothing else to​‍ see.”

“*You’re‍​ so boring.*”

Lycan​⁠‌ scoffed and sat‍ down. With his​ tiny hands, he​‌ began to brush⁠⁠⁠ his tail. Suddenly,⁠​‍ he asked:

“*What’s​ Kang Geom-Ma really‍​ like?*”

“Why‌‌ do you ask?‍‍ You’ve been with⁠ him almost ten‌‍ years. You’ve seen‍‍‍ him yourself.”

“*I’ve‍ only been with‌​ him ten. You’ve‍‌​ been with him​​⁠ for decades. You‍‍⁠ should know better‍‍ than anyone.*”

“How‌‌ curious.”

Joaquin⁠​‌ smiled faintly.

“The‍​ great First Corps‌⁠‍ Commander, Lycan, interested​​​ in a human.”​⁠​

“*I’m​ not interested in​‍​ humans. I’m interested​​⁠ in Kang Geom-Ma.*”​‍

“And‍​ now you’re acting​​ all tsundere?”

“*So‌‍ that’s why Geom-Ma’s⁠ so influenced by‍‌‍ subculture—it’s your fault,⁠‍ Joaquin.*”

“And‌‍ how do you‌ even know what​‌ ‘tsundere’ means, Corps​ Commander?”

“……”‌‌

“……”​⁠‍

“*…Let’s‍⁠ drop it.*”

The‍⁠⁠ scar-filled war was‍‌ over.

“That​‌ guy’s covered in‌ thorns.”

Joaquin⁠ spoke as he‍⁠​ stared at the‌ black sun.

“Because‌ he lived a life far too⁠⁠ harsh.”

“*I’ve⁠​ heard the gist⁠⁠​ of that. But⁠ at least he’s‌ overcome it now,⁠‍​ right? He has‌ a family.*”

“No.”‌‍

Joaquin‌ shook his head‍​​ firmly.

“He‍​‍ still hasn’t overcome‍​‌ his past.”

In‌​‍ his gaze reflected‍‌​ the setting black‍⁠‍ sun.

“That’s​⁠⁠ why he still‌‍ lives with the‌⁠‌ pain of loss.”‍⁠‌

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