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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 389: The Unfathomable Abyss (2)

Chapter 389: The Unfathomable Abyss (2)

A man was watching⁠‍ his wristwatch with‌⁠​ restless eyes. Tick-tock,‌‌ tick-tock. Today, the‌ second hand seemed⁠⁠ to move with‌​ an unusually frantic⁠ activity.

Damn‍‍‌ it. There’s no​‌ time.

The‌‌ man was clearly‌ nervous, anyone could​‍⁠ see it. Suddenly,‌‌‍ he turned his​‍ head sharply, and​‍​ the coldness in‌ his gaze made⁠ his subordinates shiver.​

“Damn​⁠⁠ it! Hurry! Pack‍ quickly!”

Two‌ subordinates were crouched‌​‍ in front of‌​ the safe. Beside‍ them were several​ suitcases filled to‍ the brim, like‌‍​ bowls of rice‌ packed so tightly‍‍​ that not a single grain could‌ fit. Documents stuck​‍ out from the​​ edges, as if​ the suitcases couldn’t‌ hold anything more.‍

“Uh,⁠​ boss… We’ve barely‌ packed half.”

They‌⁠‌ had spent five‌⁠⁠ minutes packing nonstop,‍‌​ but they hadn’t⁠‍‍ even come close⁠‍​ to the quota.‌⁠⁠ The mountain of​ documents they had​ to take was‍​​ immense.

Each⁠⁠‍ sheet of paper​⁠ was a treasure.‌ They were practically‍‍ the soul of‌⁠ the organization, and⁠ they had to⁠ take absolutely everything.⁠​‍

But‌‍ their boss didn’t​‌ agree with their​‌ priorities. On the⁠ contrary, they were⁠‌ only getting scolded.⁠

“Leave‌​ that damn money!‌ Does money matter​ now?!”

“B-but,⁠‍​ boss… at least⁠‍ we should take​⁠ the ledgers. If‍‍ there are records⁠ of our transactions⁠⁠ with the Prime⁠ Minister… that could​‌​ reach the headquarters…”‌‌

“Ah—!”⁠‍⁠

The​ subordinate was lifted‌ off the floor.​ In front of​ him, a pair‌ of blazing eyes,‍​⁠ though dominated by​‌‌ fear, stared directly‍⁠ at him.

“Listen‍‌‍ carefully to what‌‍ I’m telling you.”⁠‍

The‍ man, gripping him‍ by the neck,‍ warned.

“If​⁠ we don’t get‍​ out of here‍‌ in time, all‌​‍ of us…”

Thud!‌​

A dull noise shook⁠‌ the ears of​​‍ all three. Their‌ eyes automatically turned‌⁠⁠ to the door.⁠‍‍ An oppressive stillness‍‌⁠ filled the room.‌

Thud…!‍⁠‍

Once⁠ again, the entire‌ frame trembled. Faces‌ turned pale; in​⁠ particular, the boss’s‍​ face was deathly​ white, without a drop of blood.​‌‌

“She…⁠ has arrived.”

“W-what‌‍ has arrived, boss?”‍

The‌ subordinate barely finished​ the sentence before‍⁠ his boss released‌​ him, and he​​​ fell on his​ rear to the‍‌ floor, coughing. The​ boss pulled out‌‌ a pistol and⁠⁠ aimed at the⁠ door.

“Her!​​ She has arrived!”‍⁠

“Damn‌‍ it, who the⁠​ hell—”

CRACK!‍

Something‍ like spikes sprouted‌​‌ from the door—no,⁠‌​ they were blades.​⁠ But how…? It⁠‍‌ was a steel​ door!

SCREEEEECH!‍⁠

“Uuugh!”‌‌⁠

The​ subordinates covered their​ ears. The metallic‍ screech drilling into‌⁠‍ their eardrums was‌‍ worse than nails‌ scraping a chalkboard.⁠‌ With effort, they‌⁠ raised their eyes⁠​‍ and saw the‍ blades literally shredding‍​​ the door.

“Aah!‍ Aaah!”

The​‍⁠ boss spat as‌‍ he fired wildly.‍ Bullets struck the‍ metal, leaving smoldering‍ marks, but outside​⁠ fell silent again.​ Little by little,‌​ the barrel of⁠ the gun lowered.​‍

“D-did…‍‌ did I kill⁠ her?”

One‍​ of the subordinates‌ couldn’t help uttering‍​⁠ the words.

“Idiot!”‍

With‌ a bang, the⁠ door flew off.‍ In the gap,‍‍‌ a cloud of​​‍ dust rose… and⁠ within it, a pair of eyes‍‍‍ shone red as‌‍‍ blood.

“…In‍ the name of‍‌ Auditore.”

A woman’s voice proclaimed‌​​ calmly:

“I‌⁠​ eliminate all enemies​⁠ of the Heavenly​‌‌ Sword.”

“Aaaaaaahhh!”​

His​⁠ bloodcurdling scream mixed​ with the boom​ as she lunged‌‌‌ through the dust.‌⁠ The light of‌ her sword and⁠⁠‍ the gunfire clashed,‍⁠​ but it wasn’t‌‌ long before the‌‍ sound of bullets‌ vanished.

She​ looked at the‍⁠⁠ dying men lying⁠ in pools of‌​⁠ their own blood.​ Her eyes, devoid‌ of any light,⁠‌ fixed on the⁠​ boss, who struggled‌‌ to turn his‌​ neck.

“P-please…”‌⁠

Slash!‌

Blood⁠ sprayed in a bright arc. A moment later, she‌ stood in the‌ same place, covered⁠ in red and‍​ motionless.

Slide.‌​‍

She‍‌​ took out a notebook. Over the⁠‍ name of the⁠​​ organization, four letters,​‌ she drew thick‍⁠ strike-through lines.

She.‌⁠

Chloe.‍⁠

After​ staring at the‍‍ notebook for a few seconds, she‍‌ turned and walked​ away.

***​‌

After‍‍‍ leaving the hospital,‍‍ my days were​​ peaceful. At last,‌ I spent a week without any‌‌‍ kind of incident.‍⁠‌

Well​ at least for​ me.

The​ world, on the​ other hand, had‌ turned into chaos.‍‌ For starters, the‌​ Prime Minister had‌‌ been confined. Since⁠ he was someone‍⁠‌ the whole nation⁠⁠​ cherished, the impact​‌ was huge.

The⁠‌​ media pounced like‌​ fish that had⁠‍⁠ found an entire‌⁠​ sea to themselves,‍⁠‍ relentlessly firing off⁠‍ blind letters. With⁠​‌ an attitude of⁠ wanting to expose​‌​ everything to the‌ world, they reduced⁠⁠⁠ the Prime Minister⁠​‌ to the image‌ of a traitor⁠ to the homeland.⁠

There​​⁠ was much resistance.‍ But whenever that​‍ happened, the graduate​⁠ school of Joaquin‌⁠ Academy, led by⁠‍ Ryozo, would present‌ evidence. With each‌​⁠ photo that appeared​ and each ledger⁠⁠ added, those who‍‌‌ had remained neutral‌ ended up letting​‌‍ go of the‍​‍ reins.

When‌ someone you trust⁠‍‌ betrays you, it‌‍ hurts more. That​‍ the Prime Minister​‍‌ was expelled from‍⁠ the “Do You​‍ Know Club” was⁠⁠⁠ only logical.

His‌ face would end⁠‌​ up printed in‍⁠ textbooks, and not⁠ in a positive‌‍ sense. What ultimately‍​⁠ sank him was‍⁠​ the betrayal of‌‍ one of his​​ allies.

“The‍​⁠ Ministry of Planning‌⁠ and Finance expresses⁠ its deep regret⁠ and, until the​‍‌ situation is completely‌⁠ resolved, we will⁠​ assume the functions‍ of the Prime‌​ Minister’s Office… We‌ sincerely apologize to⁠ the people for⁠ causing them concern…”​

The​‍‍ minister, with his‌ typical vile expression,‌ held a press‌‌⁠ conference.

He‍​ said they were‍⁠⁠ investigating and that,‌​ when the facts‍‌ became clear, he‌ would tell everything‍ without hiding anything.​‍ He swore, above​⁠ all, to prioritize‍‌⁠ the safety of‌‌ the people.

He‍‍ delivered one bureaucratic⁠ phrase after another.‌‍⁠ He finished by​⁠ bowing his head‌ under the barrage‍‌​ of flashes, saying‌ that he fully‍‌⁠ accepted responsibility.

Was⁠​⁠ he crying? I don’t think so;​ it looked more‍ like his eyes⁠‍ were stinging. I don’t believe in‍ physiognomy, but I do believe a little in first​‌​ impressions.

Anyway,‌​ South Korea was​ a mess, and⁠‌⁠ the only reason⁠‍ I could keep‌‌ lying around like‍ a slacker was,​‍ of course, thanks​‍ to Ryozo’s consideration.‍

“No.”‌

Ryozo⁠‌‌ was determined to​‌ keep me completely‍‌ out of this‍‍ incident.

I only probed a little, and she‌‌ reacted sharper than‍‌‌ ever.

“Didn’t‍ my mother tell⁠ you? Don’t go‍⁠​ out and stay‌​⁠ put for a while. Patients who​⁠​ don’t follow the​⁠​ doctor’s instructions end​​ up worse. So‌‍ please, stay still,⁠​ okay?”

“…”‌

She​‌‌ treats me like‍​ a poor wretch.​‌​ And from her‌⁠ perspective, I understand.‌​

A few days ago,​‍ I accidentally saw‍‌‌ Lady Cynthia, Ryozo’s‌​ mother, approach her⁠​‌ to give advice,‍ wearing a serious‍ expression.

How‍‌ I found out‌‌‌ is a long​‌ story, but in‌‍ short, Choi Seol-Ah​‍ told me.

Since‌​‍ I had something‍ to discuss with‍​‍ her, we met‌ after a long​ time and, after​‍ a bit of‌⁠ “education” on my‌​ part, she ended​⁠⁠ up confessing it​​‍ in tears.

The‌‌ core was this.‌

“…I‍⁠ think Kang Geom-Ma⁠‍ is on the‌ verge of a mental breakdown. He‌‍​ needs to be⁠​‌ kept away from​​ the front lines.”⁠

Ryozo‌⁠ had already noticed​ that I was⁠⁠ faltering, so she‍​‍ didn’t ignore Cynthia’s​ words. That’s why⁠‍ I now live⁠‍ a sort of‌⁠‍ retreat with only‍ the bare minimum‌ of freedom guaranteed.‌

‘…My‌‌ weapon itches.’

Sometimes​‍‍ I drop by​​⁠ the graduate school.‍‌ But only a couple of times‍​ at most. Students‌⁠ swarm to me⁠ like bees, and‍⁠ I end up‍‌ interrupting classes.

I couldn’t keep bothering‌​ the professors I had invited myself,​​ so lately I avoid going. And​‍‍ of course… I have nothing to⁠ do.

“…That’s‌​⁠ a luxury problem.”‌‌

Speedweapon‌​⁠ looked at me⁠ with a mix‍⁠ of envy and​​ jealousy in his⁠‌ eyes.

I had recently visited‍‍ Joaquin Academy because‌​ the Heroes Association‍ was investigating the⁠​ Villain Union’s base,​ and the institution‌‍‌ most closely linked‌‍ to it was,⁠ naturally, Joaquin Academy.​‍⁠

But⁠​‌ Ryozo had also​‍ warned him not​​​ to share information‌ with me. Seems‌ he’s more afraid‌​ of Ryozo than‍ of me.

And​‌ with good reason.⁠‍ He’d already experienced‌ it indirectly last‍‌ time.

Since​⁠​ there was no‍‍ way to know​⁠ what was going‍‌‌ on, I dragged‌ him along to⁠ kill time with‍‌⁠ me. It wasn’t‌ mandatory… I think.​

“No⁠‌⁠ idea. I’m a man of action.​⁠‌ This is rough.”⁠

I slumped over the‌ café table. Speedweapon⁠​ set his cup‌ down with a thud.

“President,​ the employees of‍ our association always⁠‍​ live with a resignation letter in‌‌​ our pocket. No,⁠‍ better yet—with the​​ word ‘death’ written⁠‍ on it.”

“Is​ it because of‌ the frequent trips‌‌⁠ to the Demon​‍‍ Realm?”

“Well,​‍​ for that there’s​‌⁠ hazard pay.”

“…That‍​⁠ doesn’t sound like‍⁠ something to take​‌ lightly, Speedweapon.”

“It’s⁠⁠​ because of work‍ overload. Quite a few die on‍ duty. Some even‍ give up their‍⁠​ vacation days voluntarily‍ to keep working.​⁠ Even if they​⁠ want to rest,‌‌‌ if those above‌​‌ say no, then⁠ no.”

“Isn’t​‍​ that excessive labor‍‌⁠ exploitation?”

“Of‌‍ course it is.”​‌

He​‌ nodded gravely.

“All​ of that is‌⁠‍ because of you,⁠ President.”

“…Because​​‌ of me?”

“They⁠ know you’re recovering,‌‍ so they work⁠ harder, even sacrificing‌​‌ their rest. Taking​‍‍ away the sense‍⁠ of duty, we’re‍‍ the walking dead.​ We have no‍⁠‍ money or anything.”‍

Hmm.‌

“They‌ live with the⁠⁠‍ pride of contributing‍‌ to society alongside‌ the Heavenly Sword.”‌

“I’m‌‍ embarrassed.”

“What‍‍ I mean is—rest‌‍​ as much as​​ you can right⁠‌​ now.”

“…”‍​

“Ryozo​‍‌ is giving you⁠​ that time. If‍ you don’t take‍​ advantage of it,⁠ it’s like spitting⁠‍​ in the faces⁠​‍ of those employees​ who work day⁠​ and night. It‌ would be irresponsible.‌ How would they​ feel if they‌‍ saw you complaining‍ because you don’t‌‍ move around a little?”

Touché.⁠‌ This guy knows‍​⁠ how to hit‌ with words.

I thought he would⁠ always be on​‌ my side, but‌ I don’t see‌​⁠ it as a scolding—more like genuine⁠‍ concern.

“Alright,​ alright. I get⁠⁠​ it.”

“Phew…⁠ Ryozo and Abel⁠ already have enough​⁠ carrying you.”

“As‍ long as they⁠‍ treat me like‍‌⁠ baggage, that’s enough.”‍

“Okay.”​

He​⁠‌ seemed satisfied.

He‍ downed the rest‍​ of his coffee​⁠ in one gulp‍‍⁠ and stood up.​​

“Got⁠ something to do?‌ Where are you‍ going?”

“To‍​‌ the director’s office.⁠‌ It’s time.”

“Looks‍⁠⁠ like Ryozo’s in‌‍ high demand lately.”​‍

“Well…⁠​ no.”

“No?​​ Then?”

He​⁠⁠ hesitated, then shook​ his head.

“I‌⁠ can’t say. Ask​ her yourself. I’m​ off. Rest, and​‌⁠ do it for‌‌‌ me too.”

“Yeah.”⁠

We​‍⁠ parted ways, and​ I was left‍ alone in the‌ café, chewing on‍ the straw.

What⁠‌​ to do? Take‌‍ another walk around⁠‍ the academy before‌​ leaving? Go outside⁠‍ for a bit?‍​⁠

‘No.’⁠

It’s‍ not like I’m⁠ going to die​‌ soon. Better stop​‌ wasting time.

I straightened my back​ with resolve and⁠ headed to the⁠⁠‍ graduate school’s administrative‍‌ director’s office. Choi‍‍‌ Seol-Ah was surely​ there loafing around.‍​

That’s​‍ when—

Ring.‍⁠‍

My‍‌​ pocket vibrated. A call. The sender‌ was Knox Auditore.‍⁠‌ Strange for this‌⁠ friend, who had‌ been so quiet‍‍ lately, to call⁠‌ me.

‘Normally​ these calls are‍​ to ask me⁠⁠ for money.’

But⁠⁠ Knox is richer‍⁠​ than me. And‍​ I’ll repeat—Imperial Palace‌​ money isn’t mine;⁠⁠ it’s a shared⁠ fund.

I looked at the‍⁠‍ number on the‍⁠⁠ screen for a moment and answered.​⁠⁠

“What’s‌ up?”

— Kang Geom-Ma…

His‌ voice was heavy.‌‌‌ Without thinking, I switched the phone⁠​​ to my other‍⁠​ ear and replied⁠‌ in a solemn​⁠ tone.

“What⁠⁠⁠ happened?”

— Chloe… Chloe…

Knox‍‍‍ just kept repeating‌⁠ his sister’s name.‍‍

“Calm⁠‌‌ down. What is​‌ it?”

— …They’ve issued a wanted order for‍​⁠ Chloe.

I was speechless. A wanted order? The‍‍⁠ first thing that‍​ came to mind‍‌​ was a “Wanted”‌⁠ poster from a certain pirate manga.⁠

But‍‍ I had to⁠​⁠ stay calm.

“Where‍ was it issued?”‍

— …

A long silence. I thought the call‌ had dropped, but​​ the timer was⁠ still ticking.

“Knox.”‌‍

— In 38 countries.‍

“Thirt—”⁠​

— In all OECD​⁠ countries.

Good⁠ lord. Chloe, when​⁠⁠ exactly did you⁠‌‌ become the Pirate⁠​ Queen?

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