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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 396: The Master (5)

Chapter 396: The Master (5)

For​ you.

“Kyaaaaaaahhh!”​

Even‌ if only in‌‍ a monologue, I convey my heart‌ to you. This‌⁠​ is not a farewell, nor a final goodbye.

I,‌⁠ who in this​⁠‌ generation received the​ title of Heavenly⁠​ Archer.

Even‍ if I look‌ like a bookworm,​ I am not​​‍ the type to‌ die so easily.‍‍

I admit it. I am a woman​ with an arid‍⁠‍ sensitivity.

That⁠​ in a situation‌ like this, I write a heartfelt‌⁠ letter—the older I grow, the more​​‍ I feel it’s‍ not maturity I gain, but clumsiness‍ in expression.

I obsess over the‌‌ tangible, I want‌‌‌ to prove myself‌​‍ only through results.‌⁠​

It’s‌⁠‌ complicated. I don’t​‍‌ even know why‌‍​ I am like‍‍ this. And in‍⁠ moments like this,​ I realize, yes,‍ I am that⁠​ man’s daughter.

That‌​ man I hate‌‌ so much.

Saki‍ Kojima.

But,⁠⁠⁠ you know something?​‍

Our​‌ secret.

No,⁠⁠​ not really—as this​‍‌ is a monologue,‍ I guess it’s⁠​ only my secret.‍

But​ they say the⁠‍ truth, sooner or‌‌‌ later, reaches its‍⁠ destination. So I confess it to‍ you.

“Shit,​ cast the spell​‌⁠ already! I said‍‌‍ cast it…!”

Did​⁠⁠ you know that​‌ every year I lay flowers on​ his grave?

Absurd,⁠​‍ right? After all‍​ the contempt I showed, going to​ pay tribute. There‍ is no hypocrisy‍​​ greater than mine.‌

And‍ yet… you once‌⁠‍ told me that⁠‌⁠ his end was‌ that of a hero, a glorious​‍ death in battle.‍⁠ Maybe that phrase‍ was the spark.‍

“What‍‍ the hell is‌⁠⁠ that dragon?”

“That’s‍​ Horntail, one of​‌​ the dragons that​ follow the Heavenly⁠ Sword!”

“Then⁠‍ why the hell‌​ is the Heavenly‍ Sword’s pet appearing​ next to the‌ Heavenly Archer…!”

Since‍‌ then, the resentment‍ I held toward​‍ my father, the⁠​‍ Absolute Archer Saki‍‌‍ Kojima, began to‍ fade little by⁠‍‍ little. What seemed​‌​ like perpetual snow,‌ an eternal grudge,​ began to melt.​‍⁠ And I even‍ began to feel‍​ proud of being⁠‌ his daughter.

Stockholm‌⁠⁠ syndrome? No, I don’t think so.⁠‍ Maybe it was⁠⁠‍ the spirit of‌​ sacrifice.

Of‌⁠ all the men‌‌ I knew, Saki⁠⁠ Kojima was the‌⁠‌ one furthest from​⁠⁠ that word “sacrifice.”⁠⁠ And yet, paradoxically,‌⁠ he was the⁠⁠‌ one who embodied‍ it in the​ Second Great War⁠‌ against the Demons.‍‌⁠

“A⁠‍​ dragon is still⁠​ a living being!‌‌‍ Quickly, change the⁠ strategy, cancel the‌ binding spells!”

KWARRRRRGHHH!⁠

“We‍​​ hit it! Confirmed​​‍ impact, sink it!”​

“The‍ Heavenly Archer is‍ going down with⁠‍⁠ him! Aim, shoot​‍‌ them all down!‌ Let’s go, you‌⁠ bunch of idiots⁠⁠‍ obsessed with your​ concept!”

“You‍ what…!”

I asked Mom.

She​‍ told me Saki​ Kojima was a coward.

That‌ he lacked the​ courage to risk‌⁠⁠ his life for‌⁠ his convictions.

That⁠‌‍ he was a coward who let​ Alice Louise, my​‍⁠ aunt, die without⁠⁠ being able to⁠⁠‌ save her.

A coward who could‌ never forgive himself⁠‍​ for allowing his⁠​‌ wife’s death.

Of​‌ course, that was⁠‌‍ Mom’s view.

I believe he already⁠‌⁠ knew that Alice​​ Louise would insist​⁠ on going into‌‌‌ battle.

If‍ he lived only​‍​ by intellect, how‌‍‍ could he not​ grasp the feelings⁠ of the woman⁠‍‌ he loved most?‍‌

Surely‌​ my father wavered​​ between duty and‍‍​ his wife the‍ night before his​‍‌ duel with the⁠‌‍ Sixth Corps Commander,‍ Basmon.

He‍​⁠ spent the night‍⁠⁠ awake, listening to​‍​ their argument.

And​‍ even so, he⁠ didn’t stop her.‍‌ Only after her​ death did he‍⁠​ blame her, piling​‍ on her the⁠‌⁠ rage that was‌​‌ his own self-destruction.‌

That,⁠ I think, was⁠​ the true face​​‍ of Saki Kojima.‌‌⁠

And​‍​ apparently, I inherited⁠⁠⁠ that blood.

I am a coward.‍‍‌ Much more than⁠ you imagine.

“Separate​‍ the dragon from‌​ the Heavenly Archer!”‍

I don’t care if‌‍ I fall from‍​‍ the clouds. After​‍​ all, who am​ I? I live‍ floating in the‍​ sky with you‍‍ every day.

What‍‌‌ I am truly‍‍​ afraid of is⁠‍ something else.

“Now,‌ take advantage of​​ the gap!”

I am terrified that,‍ in the name‌ of “preserving humanity,”⁠‌‌ I might let‍​​ you go.

That‍⁠‍ I might justify‌‍ myself with that.​‌⁠ That is my​‍‍ dread. One that‌ makes me tremble.​⁠

“Direct‍ hit!”

That’s‍⁠⁠ why I am​ here. With Horntail.⁠‌

Call⁠ me reckless, I accept it.

Yes,​⁠ this is suicidal.​​

As​​ soon as I got the information,⁠⁠ I rushed in.​‍​ Because if I told you, I know you would​​ carry it all​ on your shoulders⁠⁠‌ again.

And‍⁠⁠ how would that​‌‍ make me any​⁠ different from my‍⁠⁠ father then?

I’ll⁠ tell you later‌​ how I located‌ the base of⁠‌⁠ the Villains’ Union.‌

Ah,‍‌ and as you‍ might suspect, I got the information‍⁠ by bribing Horntail⁠ with meat.

Better‍⁠ to be discreet—with⁠‌ a piece of‍‌ meat, he was‌ capable of selling​⁠ his own mother.‍

“Mobilize—!”‍‌

And‍⁠ Abel…

Even‌‍ if I come‍​​ out hurt, it⁠‌​ won’t be your‍⁠‍ fault.

I’m‍‌‌ here by my​ own will. Because‍​⁠ I wanted to‍‌ break the shell‌⁠⁠ that imprisoned me.​‍

My‌⁠‌ father, Saki Kojima,‌‍​ whom I despise,​​ was also my​ best teacher.

He‍​ taught me, consuming⁠‍‍ his life, what‌‍‌ the spirit of‍‌​ a hero means.‍

A detestable man, but⁠ a great teacher​​⁠ nonetheless.

“I⁠​ hit her, I hit her squarely!”​‌

In‍ the end, Saki⁠ Kojima, your last⁠ lesson was an‍‌ example.

And‍‌‌ the only thing​‌ that still allows⁠ me to feel⁠‌​ a flicker of⁠⁠⁠ pride in you‌‍ as a father.‍

***​‌‌

I gathered everyone I could contact. Rachel,‍ the dragons, the​ angels. Without distinction‌ of race, I summoned them all.​‍

Almost‌‌⁠ all responded and‍​⁠ came running.

Rachel‍​⁠ and the agents⁠‌​ sent to Korea,‌​ the strategists of​‌ the unofficial line​‌​ led by Ho-in,​‍ the butler Karon,⁠‍‍ who even canceled‍​ his return to⁠​​ Castle Sigurd to‌​ come.

It‌‍ was as if⁠ everything had been‌⁠​ foreseen.

Thanks⁠‌ to many villains⁠⁠ of the Villains’​⁠‌ Union being deployed‍ in Korea, there​ was a large‌⁠ number of heroes⁠​‍ stationed there.

Bringing​ them all by⁠ normal means would⁠​ have been a waste of time.‌‌‍

So‍​⁠ I sent my⁠ Dragons of Light,⁠ engendered by myself.​

They⁠‍ soared across the‍​​ skies at the​ speed of light,​‍‌ picked up those‍ summoned, and returned​​‍ instantly.

“We’re​ all here now,‍‍⁠ Geom-Ma.”

Rachel‌‌⁠ cracked her stiff‌‍ neck from side⁠ to side and​ said.

“Thank‌‌ you all for‌​ coming so quickly.”​

“Explanations,‌ better after it’s⁠​ all over. What’s⁠​‍ urgent now isn’t⁠‌‌ that, right?”

Rachel⁠‌⁠ replied coldly.

As⁠ she said, I hadn’t been able⁠ to give them‍ any prior briefing.‌

There‍⁠⁠ was no time‍‍‍ for reports when​ the situation was​‌ bleeding me dry‌ inside.

Even⁠​‍ so, more than‌⁠ a dozen heroes⁠ accepted without questions​⁠ and came, literally,⁠ at the speed‌‌​ of light.

“Thank​​ you for understanding⁠‌⁠ the situation.”

“Please.⁠‌ Among us, there’s‌ no need for‍ formalities. Let’s go‌ already.”

In‌ haste, we prepared​⁠ as best we⁠ could and departed⁠ immediately for Avalon⁠​⁠ Island, mounted on​‍‍ thunder dragons.

The‌ wind whipped our‍‌ hair and our‍ cheeks burned.

Even⁠‌ for heroes, flying​⁠⁠ at such speed‍ was like swimming​‍ under the sea.‍‌​

The⁠⁠‍ esophagus suffered, nausea⁠⁠‌ was no surprise.​

“It’s‌ all my fault…”‍

At‍​‍ my side, Abel‌ kept muttering nonstop.​‌‍ She had fallen‌‍ into a state‌‍​ of absolute panic,⁠ paralyzed by guilt.​​​

“It’s‌ not your fault.”‍​​

I embraced her by​‍ the shoulders.

I pulled her close,⁠‍ rested my chin‌‌ on her forehead,‌⁠‌ and whispered in‍‍‍ her ear.

“Ryozo‍‌‌ is not someone​ ordinary. And nothing​​ has happened yet.⁠‍ So don’t worry.”‌‌

“…Yes.”⁠⁠

She‍⁠‌ answered, but her‌‌ expression remained somber.‌​⁠

“If‍ I keep giving​ you words of‌​ comfort, it will​‌⁠ only increase your‍‌ guilt.”

A long, empty consolation⁠ was useless.

To‍ heal, Abel needed‍⁠ to face the‌ outcome and convince​⁠​ herself that Ryozo‌​‍ was safe.

Only​​⁠ then could she​‍ calm down.

Although,‍⁠‌ in reality, I was only pretending​‍‌ composure myself. Inside,‍​​ I was rotting.‍​

Damn​ it.

Please,‌⁠ Ryozo, please, be⁠‌ safe.

You‌ went to risk⁠‌ your life because‌‌ I am a mediocre husband, because‍‌‍ I am a damned insensitive fool‌ who pushed you​ to take the‍‍⁠ initiative.

While⁠⁠⁠ I tormented myself‍ with such thoughts,​ we arrived at‌ the skies above​‍⁠ Avalon.

I waved my hand.⁠‌‍ The dragons descended,‍ and all the​ heroes managed to‍⁠​ land without issue.‌

After‌‌‌ confirming we were‌​‌ all together, I spoke.

“We‍ must find Ryozo.”‍

My​ heart pounded up⁠‍ to my throat.‌‌‍

“But⁠‌ searching calmly will‍⁠ take too much⁠ time…”

Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!⁠⁠

A crash made us‌‍ all turn our‍‌⁠ heads at once.⁠ A flock of‍ birds took flight​ in panic.

“There.”‌‌

Rachel⁠​‌ extended her arm.⁠‌‍

On‌⁠‌ the other side,‍‍⁠ in the direction‌⁠‍ where the birds‌​‌ vanished, a column‌​ of smoke rose‌‍‌ in a spiral.‍

The⁠​ epicenter—the surroundings of‍​​ Yggdrasil, the World‍‍ Tree.

“Let’s‌‌ go immediately.”

From​‍‍ the shoulders of⁠‍‌ the dragons, wings‌ unfurled.

The⁠ angel Metatron and⁠​ the Nephilim Leon⁠‌ also spread their⁠​ feathers.

“No!”⁠‍

I stopped them with​​​ a tilt of‍ my head. I spoke sharply.

“We‍ don’t have confirmation⁠ that Ryozo is‌‍​ safe.”

“What‍⁠ the president means…”‌‌

Speedweapon‍ backed my point,‍​⁠ carefully dodging the⁠​ word “hostage.”

“…Is​ that if Ryozo‌​​ is free and‍​⁠ suddenly sees dragons‌​ and angels swooping⁠​​ down on the⁠ base, he might⁠ feel threatened and‍ react unpredictably.”

“Exactly.‍⁠​ It could be‍‌ a risk factor.”​‍

I could barely hold⁠‍ myself together.

The​‍ taste of blood‌‍​ rose in my​ mouth as I continued.

“This⁠ is a human‍‌ life. I will‌ not gamble with​‌ that.”

I looked at Abel,‍​ pale as a corpse. I squeezed‌ her hand and​ declared.

“We’ll⁠‍ all go in​ together at once.⁠‌ A psychological blow​⁠⁠ to paralyze them.⁠‍​ If we go‍‌​ in waves, the⁠​‌ villains might do‌ something insane. We​⁠‌ need to strike‌​‍ in one blow.”⁠

“But…”‍‍

Rachel‌⁠ hesitated, biting her⁠ lip.

The‌‍ forest of Avalon⁠‍ was denser than​‌ any.

The​​ trees reached the‍​ height of a five-story building.

It‍ had been a natural labyrinth for⁠⁠⁠ years, perfect terrain⁠ for ambushes.

“Speedweapon.”​​

I drew Murasame.

“Yes…?”​

“The​‍⁠ association holds a reforestation festival every⁠‍​ year, doesn’t it?”​⁠‍

“Eh…​​ all of a sudden?”

He⁠‌​ blinked, bewildered, but⁠ finally nodded.

“It​ was postponed because‌‍​ of the catastrophe⁠⁠ in Paris. Maybe⁠⁠⁠ in a week‌‌⁠ or two. But⁠ why do you⁠⁠‌ ask…?”

Swing.‌

I raised the sword.⁠

“Tell⁠‍ the president that‌​⁠ this year they’ll⁠​​ hold it here,⁠​‌ on Avalon Island.”​

The​‍ blade gleamed. There​‍⁠ was no crash,​‌‍ only a clean​‌‍ diagonal slash.

The‌⁠​ entire forest shook​​ a moment later.‍

Booooom!​​⁠ Boooom!

The‍ trees fell en‍​ masse, clearing the‌‌‌ view all the⁠ way to Yggdrasil​ itself.

An⁠⁠​ open road of‌⁠​ toppled trunks stretched‍ before us.

I narrowed my eyes.‍‌‍

There,‌‍‍ in the distance,⁠⁠​ several villains appeared,​​‍ their faces full​ of surprise.

“Let’s‍ go.”

I charged straight ahead,‍ at the speed‍ of light.

In‌ a blink, I was in front‍ of one of⁠⁠ them, so close‍‍ our eyelashes nearly‌ brushed.

Crack!​​

Murasame‍ sliced through his‌ ribs and pierced‍‌⁠ his heart.

He​​⁠ barely tried to‍ let out a whimper before my‍⁠‍ blade shredded him.⁠⁠

He​⁠⁠ didn’t even have​⁠ time to scream.⁠

Leaving‌​⁠ the dead villain‍​‌ behind, I lifted‌‍ my gaze to​‌ the others.

Then,‍‌ everything shook like‌ an earthquake.

I saw it. My⁠ trembling retina fixed​​ on it. Sky-blue​ hair, sprawled on​ the ground.

Injured.‌‌⁠

Severely.⁠

No—critically.‍‌‌

Ah.‍

A deafening ringing exploded‍‌‌ in my head.​​⁠

BEEEEEEEEEP!‍‍​

“President!”​

Speedweapon’s​ voice boomed in‍‍​ my eardrums, but‍‌⁠ soon it distorted⁠‌ and vanished completely.⁠‍⁠

I felt a white⁠‌⁠ frost blanket cover‍ my forehead and‍‍ eyebrows.

++++++++++++++++++​‌

《Oh,⁠ Omnipotent One who‍​ became a youth.》​

++++++++++++++++++​

I sank into murderous​​‍ intent.

Arms‌ from the abyss‍‌‍ pulled me down⁠‌ into my unconscious.‍

Downward.​‍

Further⁠⁠⁠ down.

Fwoooosh.‌​​

Yggdrasil,⁠ which had been‌‍ withered for ten⁠ years, was dyed‌‍​ golden.

It‌ captured the scene‌‌ of new green​​ shoots sprouting.

Leaves‌ scattered into pieces.​⁠‌

Seeing‌‍‌ that, I half-opened⁠​ my eyes.

‘Red.’‍​‍

A deep red.

The​⁠ entire world is⁠​⁠ riddled with red‍​ lines.

Everything​⁠‌ is something that​​ must be cut.‍

From‍ the beginning, this‍‌ whole world is‍ nothing but an‍ object to cut.​​‍

++++++++++++++++++‍‍

《May‍​ He grant you‍ freedom.》

++++++++++++++++++‍​‍

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