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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 386: Destiny (5)

Chapter 386: Destiny (5)

“*Hasn’t​⁠⁠ he gotten over‌⁠‍ his past*?”

It⁠‍ didn’t seem like​⁠ it at all.⁠⁠ Lycan thought that‌‍​ to himself, but⁠⁠ he didn’t say⁠‍ it out loud.‍⁠‌ Joaquin’s eyes, fixed‌ on the sunset⁠ light, looked far‍‌ too sad.

“Yes.”⁠‌

Joaquin‌‌ closed his eyes​‍ for a moment.​⁠⁠

Then,‌ slowly, he opened⁠ them again. The‍⁠​ black sun had‍‌ already disappeared completely.‌⁠ Night had fallen‌ in Gehenna.

Everything‍ was dark.

So‌‍ silent it was‌⁠ almost suffocating.

If⁠​‍ not for the‍⁠⁠ soft rustling of‍ squirrels moving nearby,​ one might think⁠‍ all senses had‍‍⁠ gone numb.

“Well?⁠‍ Dark, isn’t it?”‌

The‍‍ voice of Joaquin,‍ founding hero, cut⁠⁠ through the blackness.​⁠⁠ Lycan tilted his⁠⁠ head at the‍ sudden and strange⁠‍​ question.

“*It’s‌⁠ night, isn’t that‍​‌ normal*?”

“Yes.⁠‌‌ It’s normal for⁠ it to be​ dark at night.⁠ But in Geom-Ma’s‍ past, there was‌‍ no day or‍‌​ night. It was⁠‌‍ always night. Always⁠‌ winter. Think about‌‌⁠ it—even here, in​‍ the Demon World,​⁠⁠ there is day⁠ and night, and‌‍ yet an entire⁠​​ person’s life was‍ nothing but absolute​ blackness.”

Without‌​⁠ going insane, no‍​‍ one could endure‍⁠⁠ that. Even for⁠‍ Lycan, a corps⁠‌ commander, Kang Geom-Ma’s‍⁠‍ way of thinking‌‍ was damaged.

Even⁠​​ so, he lived​ keeping at least‍‌⁠ a minimum sense‍​‍ of morality. Or‍​ rather, he tried⁠‌​ to.

“Geom-Ma‌‍ held himself back.‍⁠ If I had​​‍ been in his‍‍ place, I would‍‍‌ have destroyed everything‍ and just waited‌‍ for the day​ of my execution⁠‍⁠ in prison. I always boast that​‌​ I made him‍‌‌ into a person,‌‌ but the truth⁠ is the credit​ is his. He‌ suffers the pain‍​ of loss and​ still grew straight.”‍

“*…*”‌‍

“Human‍‌ malice… sometimes it​ can be so‌ atrocious that even​⁠‍ a demon couldn’t‌ imagine it.”

Lycan​ nodded.

“*I‌‌ know. In the⁠‍‌ human world they⁠ have that phrase‌‌ about people being‍⁠⁠ so bad that​⁠⁠ even a demon​‍ would stand up⁠⁠ and applaud.*”

“And​​ you do know⁠​‌ that phrase refers‌⁠ to demons like‍‌ you, right?”

“*That’s​ not the important⁠⁠ part!*”

Lycan’s‌⁠ expression hardened.

“*The‌⁠ important part is‌​ that Geom-Ma’s past‍‌⁠ was that terrible.⁠ That’s the core​‌‌ point of all​‍‌ this.*”

Joaquin’s‌ lips twitched slightly.‍​ Even if he‍​ denied it, Lycan​⁠​ was beginning to‌ understand human feelings.‌‍

Suddenly,⁠ Joaquin remembered.

A demon, in the‌⁠ end, was still‍‌ part of the​ larger category of​ human beings.

Of⁠​ course, their nature​‌ was so different‍ that grouping them⁠⁠ together sounded absurd—but⁠‍ from a cosmic​ point of view,‍‍ humans and demons‌​ were, in the⁠⁠‌ end, “In.”

A clear example was‌ the current Lycan—an​ ex-ruler of Gehenna​​ who now felt​‌ empathy for a human.

Unless⁠ old age had‌‌⁠ simply made him​⁠ “softer,” of course.‌

If⁠ he said that,⁠⁠​ he’d surely get‌ pelted with acorns.⁠‌‌ Lycan sometimes combined‌‌ lightning sword with​‍ thunder magic just⁠ to launch acorns​ at Joaquin. Using​​ those skills for​‌ that… well.

In​⁠ any case.

“Well,‍‌⁠ since the person‍⁠ in question isn’t​‍ here and it’s‍‍​ nighttime, let’s drop‌ the depressing talk.”⁠

“*Always‌ leaving me with‌‌ a bitter aftertaste…*”⁠

Lycan’s‍‍ tail drooped limply.‌‌​ Sitting on the‌​ log, he swung​ his legs back‌​‌ and forth.

If​​​ Joaquin was his⁠‍‌ friend, Kang Geom-Ma‌ was like Lycan’s‍ mirror. Deep down,​​‍ learning more about​ him felt good.‌​​

Around‍ them, the torches​ hanging from the⁠ trees began to‌ light. When night⁠‌​ fell, the squirrels​‌‍ lit those torches.​

They‍‍ were Lycan’s subordinates,⁠‌​ and by their​‍ contract, they could‍​‌ also use thunder‌‍‍ magic.

The‍​ night in the​ Demon World filled⁠​‍ with a warm⁠​ glow. In the‌‌‌ middle of that⁠​ atmosphere, Lycan suddenly⁠​​ changed the subject.‌⁠‌

“*Hey,​ if by any⁠ chance… he managed‍‌‌ to overcome the‍⁠‍ pain of loss,‍ what do you​‌ think would happen?*”‌⁠

“He’d​‌‍ be stronger.”

The⁠ answer was immediate.​ Lycan turned sharply‍​ to look at‌​ him. The torchlight​ briefly lit up​ Joaquin’s profile.

“*…Could‌ he get even⁠‍ stronger?*”

“Yes.”‌‌

This‍‍‌ time it was‍​‌ an emphatic affirmation.⁠​ On what basis?‌‍‍ Joaquin hadn’t even​​⁠ seen all of‌⁠ Geom-Ma’s power.

Well,‍ he had seen‍‌⁠ the Parsy disaster‌​​ on video—but that‍​ wasn’t enough to​​⁠ measure his strength.⁠‍​ That was only⁠​ a fragment.

In‍‌⁠ truth, Geom-Ma no⁠⁠⁠ longer showed all‌‍‌ his strength. He‌‍ kept his power‌‍ sealed so as‍‍ not to harm⁠‍ this world.

Did‍ Joaquin not know‍ that? Of course‍​ he knew. He‌​ knew Geom-Ma better⁠ than Lycan did.‌⁠‍ After all, he⁠ was like his‍ father, even if‍ they didn’t share​‍ blood.

“I⁠‌ know what you’re‌ thinking.”

“*Fine,​‌​ so you know.*”‍⁠⁠

“But‌⁠ that guy always​‌‌ breaks expectations. Lycan,‍‌‌ you don’t get​ it—Geom-Ma didn’t have‍⁠⁠ a shred of⁠ talent with a sword.”

Joaquin⁠ pointed a finger‍ straight at Lycan’s‌‍ crotch. Right where‍ his life force⁠ was concentrated, with‌‌​ a small pair‌⁠ of sacks no‍ bigger than beans.⁠

Lycan’s‍‌ brain short-circuited. This‌ bastard…?

Before⁠‍‌ he could explode,⁠ Joaquin continued.

“At‌ first he couldn’t‌ even cut a cucumber. Who would​⁠​ have thought that,⁠⁠ after ten years⁠‌ with a sword,‍⁠ he’d dominate the⁠‍ entire country? His‍⁠ real talent is‌ stubbornness. He’s hard-headed.‍​​ When he faces‍ an obstacle, he‌⁠ slams his head‌‌ right into it.⁠​ For how long?‌‍ Until he succeeds.”⁠​

Fwooosh.​​‌

Lycan‍⁠‌ barely managed to‌‌‌ calm down.

“*So‍​ he’s always been⁠‌ that stubborn.*”

“Stubbornness⁠ is his true‍ gift.”

“*Wow…​​‍ in that he‍ really is just​‍‌ like his father.*”‌‌

Joaquin‍ as well—his talent⁠ in swordsmanship, being‌‌ generous, was third-rate.‍

If​ it weren’t for​ his “Infinite Regression,”​‍ humanity would have‌ fallen and been⁠⁠ enslaved by the‌​ demons long ago.⁠

For‍‍‍ Lycan, that was‍​ a small bit‌ of revenge—but Joaquin,‌ far from being⁠‌ upset, let out⁠‍​ a hearty laugh.‍‍ He looked happier‌​‌ than he had‍⁠⁠ in a long⁠‌‍ time.

“Lycan,⁠ you’ve gotten better​ at giving compliments.”‌⁠

“…?”‍

Compliment?⁠​ He didn’t think‌​‌ he had.

Maybe⁠​‌ Kang Geom-Ma’s madness​​​ really did run​ in the family.‌

***⁠

“Ten⁠ years ago, the‌⁠ Villain Union that​ was believed to​ have been eradicated‌​‍ has reappeared in‌​ the world. Back‌ then, they were​‌ individuals who used‍ magic in exchange⁠‍​ for giving their​‌ souls to a corps commander. Given⁠​ the seriousness of⁠​​ the situation, we’re‌‍​ going to speak‌​ directly with a specialist on the‍‍ matter.”

The​ screen changed from⁠ the always-serious anchorwoman⁠‌ to the image​​ of a woman​​⁠ in a rabbit‌⁠​ mask, sitting cross-legged.​⁠

The⁠⁠​ camera zoomed in‍‌ on her, focusing⁠⁠ first on her​‌​ hands clasped over‌⁠ her knees and​‌ then on the‍‌‌ mask.

It‍ was easy to‍‍‍ guess the cameraman’s‍​⁠ tastes.

“Hello,‌ you asked me⁠ to call you​⁠ Rabbit, right?”

“Yes,‌‌ hello.”

Her⁠ voice was distorted,‌‍⁠ but from her‌‌​ manner of speaking,‍‌ her height, and​‍ her ease, it‍⁠ was impossible not‌‌ to recognize her—it​ was Choi Seol-Ah.​

“May⁠‌ we know where‌‍ you’re currently working?‍​ In the pre-interview,⁠ you said that⁠ was something you​⁠‍ could mention.”

“I⁠⁠ currently work at‍ the Joaquin Graduate​‌ School.”

“Ah,​‍​ so you’re a graduate student.”

“Sir,​ don’t insult me⁠ like that.”

“…Excuse‌⁠ me?”

Surprise‌ showed in the⁠ anchorwoman’s eyes, while⁠‌ the murmur of​​⁠ the audience leaked‌⁠⁠ into the broadcast.⁠ Realizing this, Choi‌‍ Seol-Ah coughed a couple of times​‌ and corrected herself.⁠

“Sorry,‌ I didn’t mean⁠⁠ it… I’m staff‌ at the graduate​ school. I can’t​‍ give details, but‌ I work there.”⁠

“Ah…⁠⁠​ alright. Then, back⁠​⁠ to the main‌⁠⁠ topic—Rabbit, why do‍​ you think the​‍‌ villains, who were‌‌ thought to be​⁠‌ extinct, have returned?​⁠ And in a different form than‌⁠ before?”

Choi‌‌⁠ Seol-Ah uncrossed her​‌ legs and crossed​​‌ them again the‌⁠ other way. The⁠ camera moved urgently‍‍‌ to follow her,⁠​⁠ revealing far too‍ obviously the nervousness‍‍ behind it. In​ the middle of​ that restless movement,‌‍ she replied.

“There⁠​ will be various‍​⁠ reasons, but I think the main​ one is the‍ current state of⁠ the human world.​⁠⁠ Even on this⁠‌ channel, I believe​⁠ you’ve covered it‍ before. Right now,‌‌ in the human‍⁠ world, a faint‍‍‍ current of mana⁠‍‌ is flowing. For‍ villains who have‍⁠​ been living in‍⁠‌ hiding, this is‍‌ an opportunity. Like‍​‍ bees that detect‌ the smell of​ honey.”

“Could‍‍ you explain that‍ connection in more​ detail?”

“No,​⁠​ not that. That’s‌‍⁠ a matter we’re‍ currently investigating at‍‌ the Joaquin Graduate⁠‍ School.”

Choi​ Seol-Ah lifted her‍‌‍ chin arrogantly. The‌ audience reacted with‌‌​ mixed expressions, and​‌ some looked at‍‌ her with sharp‌‍⁠ eyes.

“The​⁠​ reason I came‌‌⁠ here is to‍ reassure everyone. Don’t​ worry. The Joaquin​⁠‌ Graduate School is‌ working to understand‍ the unknown phenomena‍ happening in the​‌ human world.”

“There‌‌‌ were many concerned‌ voices at its‍⁠ founding, weren’t there?”‍

“Ah,‌​ seriously, sir… are​ you going to​ keep derailing the‌ topic?”

“Rabbit,‍‌​ if you keep‍⁠ answering so rudely,⁠⁠‌ some viewers might⁠⁠​ feel uncomfortable…”

Choi‍​‌ Seol-Ah suddenly stood‍‍‌ up. With her​‌‍ long legs, she​ stepped right up‌‌ to the camera,​ abruptly turning a cultural program into‌‍⁠ a fashion show.​‌

“I​‌‍ came here to​‌ say this. Both​‌‌ those here and‌⁠ those watching the‍‍ broadcast—what you mean‍​​ to say is‌‍ this, right? That​⁠ the villains have‍ started acting again‍ because Mr. Heavenly⁠⁠⁠ Sword isn’t doing​​‍ his job properly.​​​ Isn’t that right?​⁠⁠ Well, listen to⁠ me—if you can⁠​​ be lying in‍ bed watching this,​⁠​ it’s thanks to​ him.”

I instinctively straightened my‍ back. That sounded‍​ like it was‍ directed at me.⁠

“Sir…”‌‌​

Choi‍ Seol-Ah spun sharply​ on her heels,​ like a professional​​‍ model.

“You‍‌ really are malicious.‌ Everyone here is‍⁠ a member of⁠ groups that hold‌ resentment toward Heavenly⁠ Sword. And you⁠‌​ brought me here⁠‍ so I could‍⁠ throw stones alongside‌⁠⁠ them. But you‍‍ chose the wrong⁠ person.”

Her‌​ words, firing like‌ a barrage, paused​​‍ for a moment.​ The audience’s faces​‌ tensed; their lips⁠⁠ moved as if⁠‌ they wanted to‍​‍ hurl back the⁠⁠‌ humiliation.

“I’m‌‌​ not a particularly​‍ just person. I’ve⁠ done more bad⁠​‌ things than good,‍ and I’ll keep‌‌‌ doing them. My‍​‍ priority will always​ be survival. But‍‌‍ even so, I have to say⁠ this—stop nitpicking Heavenly‍ Sword and the‍‍⁠ Graduate School. Because‍​​ the day he⁠⁠ turns his gaze⁠ away, you and​‍‍ I will be​‍‌ dead, understand? Stop⁠⁠​ stirring up trouble​‌⁠ for no reason!‍⁠ Honestly, you only⁠‌ know half of⁠ it…”

“We’ll‍‍‌ be right back‍⁠ after a commercial‍‍​ break.”

The‌ image abruptly changed.‍ Now it was‍‍‍ a public service‌​ ad, with a family laughing in​ a field. I watched it absently,​ then turned off⁠⁠⁠ the television.

“I‌‍ went to sleep‍​‌ and, when I woke up, the​ whole world knew.”‌​

I clutched my head‌ with both hands.‌ It had been‌‍ a while since‌ I’d seen a hospital ceiling. It‍ was the hospital⁠​ affiliated with Joaquin​​​ Hospital.

‘Well,⁠​ of course… I was unconscious for‌‍⁠ three days.’

The‌​‌ doctor said I’d​‍‍ slept for three⁠​ days and three‍⁠⁠ nights straight.

I remembered collapsing, but​ three whole days?​‍⁠ Even though it​​‍ sounded impossible, when​ I looked at​ the calendar, I confirmed it was​ true.

While⁠‍‍ I was asleep,‌‍ Ryozo mobilized all⁠ the medical staff‍ to put my​‍‍ body through a thorough examination. It‌ seemed she’d been​ waiting for the⁠ chance.

In‌​‍ any case, there​‌‍ were no significant⁠​⁠ abnormalities in my‌‌ health.

The‌​‍ collapse was also⁠‌ due to accumulated​⁠​ exhaustion. Even so,⁠ both Ryozo and‍​‌ Abel had somber‌‌ expressions.

After‌​ that, my two​​⁠ wives took turns‌​ coming to see⁠​‌ me in the‌ hospital. Though to‍⁠ varying degrees, both​ were busy without​ a moment’s rest.‍‍ And yet, whenever‌​ they could, they‌‌‌ stayed by my​⁠ side. Fearing they’d‍⁠ end up sick​ themselves, I insisted‌ they take a break.

The‍ opposition was fierce.​‍ Both women were⁠‌​ strong-willed. There were​​​ even shouts so‌ loud I was⁠ embarrassed for the​ patients in the⁠⁠‍ next room. And,​⁠ to my shame,⁠‌ I, who hold‌‌ the title of‌‌ “Heavenly Sword,” couldn’t⁠⁠ do anything against⁠‍ them.

In‍ the midst of‌​ my discomfort, a mediator appeared who‌​ broke the deadlock.‌‍‍

When‍⁠ that person intervened,⁠⁠⁠ neither Ryozo nor‍‍‌ Abel could do‍​‌ anything but step​​ back.

Clack.‌

“My,‍‍ what a racket.”​​

Ah,‍‍‌ speak of the‌‍ tiger and she⁠ appears. Arriving at⁠‍​ just the right​‍‍ moment.

I tried to sit‌‌ up clumsily, but​‍ she took her⁠ hand out of⁠⁠‍ her doctor’s coat‌ pocket and gently​ pushed me back‌​ down.

“Son-in-law.‌ I don’t want​ Ryozo holding a grudge against me.⁠ That girl’s very​ vindictive. So stay‌‍ put, alright?”

A youthful face that‍⁠ made it hard⁠ to believe she⁠‌‍ was past forty.‌‌ This was Saki‌ Cynthia, my mother-in-law.‍‌

She’s‍ the one who⁠⁠ regularly checks on⁠‍​ my health. Both‍ my body and⁠⁠‍ mind could be​‌‍ safely entrusted to⁠‍​ Cynthia. That’s why,⁠‌ before her, I always took a humble attitude.

“…Sorry⁠ for worrying you.”‌‌

“Worry‌ me? Not at⁠ all. If you​​‌ want to make​ it up to‌⁠‌ me, give me⁠​‌ a shoulder massage​​⁠ instead. At my⁠‌⁠ age, the smell‌‌‍ of medicine is‍‌‌ already killing me.”​​‌

While‍‌⁠ massaging her trapezius​‌ muscles, I replied.⁠

“You‌‌ seem as healthy​​‌ as ever.”

“Well…‌‌⁠ who else can​⁠​ boast of hearing⁠ that from Kang,​ my son-in-law? I really lucked out‌‍ with my daughter.⁠ Thanks to you,‍ I feel like‌ living.”

“I’ll‌​ work harder.”

“Hmm.”​

She‌⁠ let out an​⁠ ambiguous sound. Then⁠​ she placed her‍‍ hands behind her​ back and rested⁠​ them lightly on⁠‍​ my fist. That​⁠‌ posture was unsettling⁠​ somehow.

“I’d‍‌ actually prefer if‍ Kang didn’t work⁠​‍ so hard.”

“…Pardon?”‍⁠

She​‍ squeezed my hand‌⁠‍ and looked me⁠‌‌ in the eyes.‌⁠​ The blue light‍ entering through the​​ narrow window shone⁠‍ on us.

“Everyone​​ knows you work​​ hard. Imagine how⁠​‌ my daughter and​ Abel must feel.⁠⁠ The anger they’ve‍ had these days​‌‌ wasn’t toward you.​ It was toward​​ themselves.”

“They…”​‍⁠

“So​ don’t try to‌‍​ shoulder everything alone.​​⁠ I’m not telling‌⁠⁠ you to depend​​​ on others, but​ if it’s difficult,‍ talk to someone.​​ You’re too far⁠⁠‌ ahead. That doesn’t​⁠⁠ bring peace of​‌ mind—it makes others​⁠ feel useless.”

My‌ gaze shifted to​‌ the water in​ the flower vase.‌ The excuse stuck‌ in my throat.‍ She patted the​ back of my⁠‌‌ trembling hand.

A brief comfort. Then​‌⁠ she rolled her​​ neck in a full rotation and,⁠ as if relieved,​ stretched.

“Ah,‌ that’s refreshing.”

She​ stood up and​‍⁠ started walking. Just​​⁠ as I leaned‍ forward to say⁠ goodbye, she stopped‍ at the door​ and turned around.‌

She‌⁠‌ took her time⁠ before speaking, her‌⁠ eyes slightly moist.⁠⁠

“In⁠‍‌ truth, these words⁠⁠ were meant for⁠‌⁠ him.”

Him.⁠‌

Saki‌‌ Kojima, Absolute Archer.‍⁠

“But​‌​ I’m saying them⁠ to you, Kang.​ Maybe I’m just⁠⁠ getting sentimental with‌‌⁠ age. Anyway, take​‍ good care of​⁠‍ yourself. And if⁠​ you feel any‌ pain, even a little, tell the‌​ nurse.”

“Mother-in-law.”‌

“Yes?”​

“I‌‌‍ love you.”

Her‍ lips moved as⁠‍ if in surprise,​⁠⁠ then she smiled​‍ broadly.

“I⁠​ really lucked out⁠ with my daughter.”‍​

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  • Shadow Monarch
    3 days ago

    What did I even read here ,did geomma just say I love you to saki’s mom ,i know geomma said it in a respectful way but saki mother who is widow will get this matter in another way🤫🤫

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