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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 395: The Master (4)

Chapter 395: The Master (4)

Knock,‍‌ knock, kock.

Ryozo​ tapped the glass‌ with her forehead.​ Where she hit,​ white marks remained.⁠‍

“…That​​ person.”

The‍​ words pierced her‌‌ chest like a stake.

“I‌ also… why am⁠​ I like this…?”⁠‍​

Her‍​ sigh fogged up‍⁠ the window.

She‌​ regretted it.

It​ was the emotional‌‌ hangover of having​⁠⁠ spoken that way‌ to Abel.

Sure,‌​‍ Abel had also⁠ acted a little​​‍ childish.

But‍⁠⁠ Abel, now is​ not the time.⁠​

The‍​⁠ whole world was‌​‍ in turmoil. Ryozo⁠ could understand Abel’s‌ feelings a hundred‌​ times over if​ needed, but on‌‌​ the larger scale,‌‌⁠ that was a minor issue.

“I⁠ know she was​‍‌ seeking advice from‍‍ someone in the⁠ same situation.”

They‍ were both adults‍‌ now. They couldn’t‌‌ live always dragged⁠​ by emotions.

Even‌​ less so in‍⁠‍ their positions. Ryozo​​⁠ was the director‍‌‌ of Joaquin Academy,​‍⁠ and Abel was⁠​⁠ the queen of‍‌ the social circle.‍​

Above​ all, Abel… cannot⁠‍ allow emotion to‌​ dictate her attitude.‌‍

Nibelung⁠‌ had too many​ enemies. And these‍‍⁠ days, with nobles⁠‍⁠ hostile to Geom-Ma⁠ approaching the Empire,⁠‌ Abel had to​ watch every word,​⁠ every gesture. A single imprudence could⁠‍ spawn new rivals‌ for Nibelung, and‍​ even taint Geom-Ma.‍‍‌ That was why​‌‌ Ryozo had spoken​ to her in‍ such a harsh‍⁠ tone.

“…Why?”‌

And‌‌ yet, guilt tightened⁠‍⁠ her heart.

“Why⁠⁠‍ is that the‍ only way you‌​⁠ know how to​‌⁠ speak, Ryozo?”

She⁠ realized that, unintentionally,‍ she had tried⁠⁠‍ to crush her‍​‍ with her position.⁠ She hadn’t treated​⁠​ her as an​⁠⁠ equal. She had‍‍ thrown a cold‍‍‌ “leave” at her,‌⁠ as if she‌​ were a nuisance.‍‌​

It⁠‍‍ was no wonder‍​ Abel had been⁠ offended.

That‌‌ was why she‌​ had spat out​ precisely the phrase​‍ she hated hearing⁠‌ most.

“That‍‌⁠ person.”

Tick!​‍

Ryozo‌​ pressed her hand‌⁠⁠ to her temple.​‌‍

“Ugh…”‍‍‍

It‌⁠‌ had been so​⁠⁠ long since she‌‍‍ had spoken that‍⁠ name, and as‌ soon as she⁠ did, a migraine‌‍⁠ drilled into her‍ head. Groaning, she⁠ let herself fall⁠​ back over the​‍ desk and resumed‌ her pen.

“….”⁠​‍

Silence⁠​ filled the director’s⁠‍ office for a long while.

“Haah…”‍

Ryozo​⁠ lifted the receiver‌⁠ of the internal‌ phone.

“Yes,​⁠ it’s me. Can​ you clear this⁠ afternoon’s schedule?”

— Ah, yes. Understood.​

“Thank⁠⁠‌ you.”

— But, Director… I need to note‌‍ a reason for‍ the absence. What‍ should I put?⁠‌

“It’s⁠ spring already, isn’t⁠​‍ it?”

With​ the receiver still⁠‌‌ at her ear,⁠​⁠ she turned her‍ gaze to the​ window. Outside, the​ cherry trees scattered‌​ a rain of⁠ petals.

“I’m⁠ going out for‌‌⁠ a walk.”

***⁠⁠​

The‌‌‍ graduate professors threw‍‍⁠ themselves into cooperating⁠‌ with me. Their⁠​‌ conservative stance changed‌ immediately upon seeing‌ in me a “possibility.”

The⁠‌‍ awakening of magic.‌‍

Most⁠‍⁠ of them were​ experts in magic,​‍‌ and also demons,‍ faithful to the⁠ logic of power.​​

I had shown them​ a hope—that magic‍‍‍ could evolve a step further. It‍‍​ made their hearts​​ beat faster.

“Lord‌ Heavenly Sword, this‍‍ is the result​⁠⁠ of my research‌​ from last night…”​​

“Please⁠ look at this‌​ as well. In‌ my opinion…”

We‌ spent an entire​ week immersed in⁠​‌ research. We used‌‍​ the Special Building‍ as if it⁠​⁠ were an enormous⁠ laboratory. We ate‌ and slept there.⁠⁠‍ The professors only‌ left during their​ classes, returning right​⁠‌ after.

It​​ was just after​‌​ midterms, so the​‍ Special Building was​​​ closed to the‍⁠ public for weeks.‍‌‌ Nothing interrupted us.​⁠​

“A​‌⁠ perfect environment to​‌ concentrate.”

The‌⁠​ momentum was good.⁠ Progress was accelerating.‌‌

Smiling,⁠⁠ I stepped outside.‌⁠‍ The spring sun​ greeted me. It​⁠ was the first⁠ time in days​‌‌ that I breathed‍‌ fresh air, after‌‍‍ so much confinement.‍​​ The air tasted‌‍ sweet.

“…Eh?”‌

As‌​​ I stretched, I caught sight of⁠ a profile. Familiar,​‍ yet strange.

Shaaaa.​

Cherry‌⁠⁠ blossom petals fluttered.‌​

She​‍ was only sitting​ on a bench.‍ But even that‍⁠‍ was enough to​⁠ make the scenery‍‍⁠ seem brighter.

“Ah,⁠ Geom-Ma.”

Abel,‌‌‍ noticing my fixed​⁠ gaze, turned to‌‌‌ me. She brushed‌‌‍ the petals from​ her hair and​⁠‍ approached.

“It’s‍ hard to catch⁠‍⁠ a glimpse of⁠​⁠ my husband’s face,‌‍ don’t you think?”‌​

I felt awkward. I scratched my eyebrow⁠ forcefully.

“I’m​ sorry…”

“There’s‌ nothing to apologize​‍ for. It’s not‍​‍ an empty compliment—you’re‍​⁠ the busiest man‍ in the world.”​‌‍

That‍⁠ I could not‍​ deny.

“If​ you were the⁠ kind of husband​​​ who stayed home‌ with nothing to‍ do, I think‌ I’d even get‍ tired of you.‌ Besides… sometimes it⁠ feels like we’re‌​⁠ a weekend couple,‌⁠ and that has⁠⁠‍ its charm. It’s‌ not so bad.”​⁠

“…”​​

“Don’t‍ misunderstand, I’m serious.”‍

Abel‌‌ smiled and clung‌‍ to my arm.⁠‌ She rested her‌​​ head on my‍‍‌ shoulder, walking beside‌‍ me like that.‍‌ I let myself‍⁠ be led in​​ her stroll.

Tap,‌​ tap.

I don’t know how‌ long we walked.‌

“Geom-Ma.”⁠

Suddenly,​‍‌ Abel opened her​⁠ heart.

“You‌‌ know… I…”

“Yes.”​⁠‍

“…I‍ feel so, so⁠⁠ useless.”

I stopped and looked‌‌​ her in the⁠​‍ face. Her eyes​​⁠ shone wet.

“Is‌‌​ something wrong?”

I asked, alarmed. Abel‌‌ shook her head.‍‍

“No.⁠⁠ Actually, I was​‌​ the one who​‌ caused everything for⁠ no reason.”

“…But‍⁠ I want to​ hear it.”

“Maybe‌ it’ll make you‍⁠⁠ lose some affection‌⁠ for me.”

I pursed my lips,‌ uneasy.

“That’s​ impossible.”

“True.‌ You’re not one‌‍​ to say things‍‍ you don’t mean.”​⁠‌

A cherry blossom petal‌ fell on her​​ nose. The trees‌​⁠ seemed to have​ done it on‌ purpose, covering her‍‌ like a handkerchief.‌

“…I​ said something unforgivable‌⁠ to Ryozo.”

“What‍ did you say‍⁠‌ to her?”

Abel​​ hesitated, but finally‍ spat it out.‍

“…I⁠‌⁠ mentioned him.”

“Ah.”‌‌​

A sigh slipped from​ me.

“How‍‍ did Saki Kojima⁠ come up?”

“Well…”​​

There,⁠⁠⁠ in the middle​​​ of spring, Abel‍ told me what‌‌ had happened.

It⁠ had been a week. While I was locked in⁠‌ with the professors​ in the Special​​ Building, Abel and⁠⁠ Ryozo had argued⁠ about the current⁠​​ situation. Times were​ becoming increasingly unsettling,‍​ and over a trivial comment, they​ ended up clashing.‍​‍ In the end,⁠‍ hurtful words were⁠⁠‌ thrown.

“I’m⁠‌‍ a damn disgrace.”⁠

When‌​⁠ she finished speaking,​‍​ Abel burst into​​‌ tears. Her tears⁠‍⁠ slid down her‍​⁠ cheeks and reached‍‌ my heart like⁠‌ blows.

My‍ mind went blank.⁠‌​ I just opened​‌ and closed my⁠‍‌ mouth like an‌ idiot.

“I‍​ know I shouldn’t‌ have. I know‍ everything Ryozo has⁠ been through. I should’ve been the‌⁠​ first to understand…‍‌​ but I was‍⁠​ so angry.”

I answered in a low voice.

“…It’s‌‌​ not your fault.”‌​

It’s‌⁠ mine.

The‌‌⁠ imminent second catastrophe.‌ The resurrection of​​ the Villain Alliance.⁠⁠ Chloe’s salvation. All​⁠⁠ that consumed me,​ and in the⁠⁠​ end I neglected⁠‍​ what mattered most—my‍‍ family.

As​⁠ an orphaned child,⁠‍‍ I had sworn‍ that if I ever had a family, I would‍ give everything for‍ them, no matter‌‍‌ what. The reality‌​ was the opposite.⁠ I am a broken man.

“Love,‌ hey, love!”

Seeing​ my vacant look,‌⁠​ Abel shook me‍⁠‌ by the shoulders.‍ Slowly, I returned​‌ to myself.

“I⁠ didn’t tell you‌‍‌ this to pile‌‍ more weight on‌‍‍ you.”

Abel​‍ wiped her tears‍‍⁠ and said.

“I‍ was only complaining⁠⁠ about my own‍‍‍ mistakes. I know‌ it sounds repetitive,‍ but tell me,⁠‍ where in this‍​‍ world will you‍ find a man‍ like my husband?​ Capable, yes. And⁠ on top of‍ that, the most​ handsome of all.”‍

“Isn’t​ the most handsome⁠‌ in the world‍‍⁠ Leon?”

“Ugh!”‌‍

Abel‌ made a face,‍ almost biting her‌ tongue.

“That’s‌‌ handsome? That’s just⁠​​ an empty dandy.”‍

I remembered that a baron once said​​⁠ that “dandy” was​​⁠ almost a synonym⁠ for “distinguished gentleman.”‍‌ But coming from​ Abel, she surely‌ meant it.

“It⁠‍‍ flatters me that⁠‌​ you say so,‍ but the fact‍ remains that I am a bad‌‌‌ husband. The reason‍​⁠ you saw in​‌‍ Ryozo the reflection​ of that person,⁠​ in the end,‌ was also my‌⁠ fault.”

“Eh?‌‍ What do you​ mean?”

Abel‍‍‌ was left bewildered.⁠​​ Meanwhile, I brushed⁠⁠ away the spring​‌ petals that had⁠ settled on her​​ shoulders and added:⁠‍

“Ryozo⁠‍ has always been​‌ alone since childhood.”​

The​ Nibelung family and​‍⁠ Saki’s family held⁠ similar social positions,‌‍ but their life⁠​‍ paths were very​ different. Abel grew‌‍‌ up surrounded by​ affection. After losing‍​ her parents in​⁠⁠ a tragic accident,​⁠ her grandfather did‌ everything possible so‌‌⁠ she would never​‍ feel any emptiness.‍⁠‍

By‌​ contrast, Saki Kojima—that​‍ person—never accepted the‌​⁠ loss of his​ wife. He tried⁠​⁠ to replace her‍‌⁠ with Ryozo. Perhaps⁠​ it was his​ way of paternal⁠​ love, but it​​‌ was unhealthy.

The‍ result was a twisted relationship. Kojima⁠‌ isolated Ryozo, separated‌‍‌ her from her​​ mother, Shin Cynthia,‌‌ and never showed‍ her affection. Even‍‍ though she had​​‌ everything, she never⁠ received recognition from​​ that person. Her‌⁠ direct, unrestrained nature,‍ then as now,​ came from that‍‌ childhood.

“You‌ know that Ryozo‍‍​ detests that person,‍ right, Abel?”

“Yes…‌​‍ well, sort of.‌⁠​ I don’t know​‍ the details…”

“But‍​ even hating him,‌‌ that is still‍⁠ a feeling. When‌‌ someone is truly​ despicable to you,‍‌​ you don’t even‌⁠ bother hating them.‌ You erase them‌ from your mind.”‍

“Now​‌‍ that you mention‌ it… I’m the​​ same way. The‍⁠‌ people who truly‌ disgust me, I simply forget.”

“So​⁠‍ imagine Ryozo, whose⁠⁠‌ brain works like​‍​ a supercomputer. If‍ she wanted, she‍ could erase that⁠⁠ person’s image in‌⁠⁠ an instant. And‍​ yet, she left‌‍‌ the scar. She⁠​‍ could have deleted⁠⁠‌ him as a father and as​‍ a superior, and‌‍‍ she didn’t.”

“Then‌ that means…”

“That⁠ deep down, there​⁠ was a time‍‍ when she longed‌​⁠ for his recognition.⁠​ And maybe she‍ glimpsed an echo‌ of that wound‍ in you, Abel.​⁠ That’s why she⁠​ reacted that way.”‌

I fell silent for​ a moment, and⁠ with a lump‍‍⁠ in my throat,⁠‌ I confessed.

“It⁠ isn’t Ryozo who‍‌​ resembles Saki Kojima.‍​‌ It’s me.”

“…”‌‍

Abel,​ shaken, stepped back‌ a couple of‍ paces.

Fwoooosh.​‌​

The​ spring breeze blew‍‍‌ between us. She‌‍​ looked at me‍⁠​ with her hands⁠‌​ clasped behind her​ back, serene.

“Go​ talk to Ryozo.”​‌‌

I nodded.

“That⁠​​ was my plan.‍‍ In fact, I was heading to​ the director’s office‍ right now…”

Bzzzt.‍

I shuddered. It was​ my phone vibrating⁠⁠⁠ in my pocket.‍‌‌ When I pulled‌‌ it out, I saw it was‌ Weapon. Even in‌⁠ the vibration, the⁠​​ urgency was clear.​

— President!

“What’s​⁠ wrong?”

— We found the‌​ base of the‍‌ New Villains’ Alliance!⁠‌

At⁠​ last.

“Where?”​‌

— Haa… it’s the‍‍ place we went‌⁠ on the school‍ trip in our‍​ first year, but‌‌‌ right now my​‌⁠ tongue is twisting…‌‌‌

“The‍ trip? Avalon Island?”​​​

Where‌ the World Tree,‍​‌ Yggdrasil, stood.

The‍ very place where⁠ I first awakened‌​⁠ the power of‍‍​ the God of⁠ the Sword.

— Yes, right there!‍⁠​

So‌‍‍ that was it.⁠‌‍

“All‍ right. I’ll stop⁠ by the director’s⁠‍‌ office first and​ then head there.”​‌

— No, no need.‍

“What‌‍​ do you mean,​⁠​ no need? I’ve‍ been absent these​ days without explaining‌‍ anything, I must⁠‌ report to Ryozo…”‌​⁠

— You don’t understand!⁠‍ The one who​‍ gave us the‍ location… was Saki.‍

“…What?”⁠

Speedweapon⁠‌ shouted, excited,

— Saki is on‍‌‌ Avalon Island right​⁠ now!

Avalon,‌​‍ once used as‍ Joaquin’s training ground.⁠‌

But‍⁠⁠ after that incident,⁠‍​ Yggdrasil lost its⁠ glow. Its golden⁠⁠‌ waves vanished.

Over⁠‌ time, the island​ was abandoned, untouched​​‍ by human hands.​‌

The​ forest grew dense,⁠⁠ the dead branches​‍⁠ of the World​​ Tree creaked in‌‌ the wind like‌⁠ a macabre moan.​‌⁠

The‌ mythical island, now⁠⁠ degraded to a cursed place, was⁠​ perfect for the​ Villains’ Alliance to‍⁠‍ establish their lair.​

And‍ there they did.‍​‍ Inside Yggdrasil itself.​‌ Its trunk was⁠‌ as vast as​​ a colossal building;‍ hollowing it out⁠ was enough to⁠ install their base.⁠

***‍

“The‌ scattered cells are​​‍ practically dismantled.”

A man with a rough face spoke.‍​‌ A woman with‍⁠‌ a nose ring‍‍ snorted.

“Damn⁠ it! So the‌‍ nobles finally turned‍ their backs on‌​ the Minister? And⁠​ since when are​⁠⁠ the hero agencies⁠ so cooperative? Weren’t⁠ we supposed to​ have the backing‌‌​ of the Celestial‌⁠ Tithe?”

“Our‍‌ intel failed.”

“Shit,‌ shit, shit!”

Between​‍ curses and laments,​ the villains shouted.‌‍​ They were the‍⁠⁠ Twelve Villains, the​ core of the‌ New Alliance. A council of twelve⁠ that had gathered‍​​ criminals from all​ over the world​ under one “great​ purpose.”

“At‍‌⁠ least for now,⁠‌​ only the scattered‍‌ cells…”

Suddenly.​​​

Whoosh!‍​

The‍‌‍ leader who was‍⁠ speaking was hurled​ backward.

“Gugh!”‍⁠⁠

He‍ slammed against the‌ wall, caving it‍⁠​ in. A scream⁠ tore from his‌⁠ throat—a single arrow‍ had pierced his⁠‍⁠ chest.

The​⁠‍ remaining ten whipped‍ their heads toward​‍​ a hole in⁠‌​ the wall. Before‌‍‌ they could react,‌‍ another arrow whistled.​‍

Thwack!⁠⁠

The​‍ projectile pierced his⁠​ forehead. He fell‍​ dead in two‍​ strikes. Then, a rain of arrows​​‍ descended.

Ffft!⁠ Ffft! Ffft!

Sparks​‍ and splinters flew​ everywhere. And amid⁠ that barrage, the⁠ attacker’s silhouette appeared.‌⁠​

Riding​ a dragon, with‌​​ sky-blue hair fluttering‍​ in the wind,⁠​⁠ drawing her bow⁠​‍ against the backdrop​ of the sky.⁠

“L-Lady‍ Director…!”

It​⁠ was Saki Ryozo.‍

“Right‌⁠ between the eyes.”‍

And‍ the arrow flew.​​

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