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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 412: Fool for Love (1)

Chapter 412: Fool for Love (1)

A silver trail crossed​ the sky of⁠‌ Seoul. The citizens⁠ stood dumbfounded, as⁠‍ if watching a comet.

Despite​‌ having witnessed the‌‌‍ strange phenomenon in‌‌​ the Eye of⁠ Jamsil Tower—a phenomenon‌ later nicknamed the⁠​ Eye of Sauron—the‍⁠ citizens of Seoul⁠⁠‍ felt awe at​ dozens and hundreds‍⁠‍ of silver comets.​⁠

=…..=​⁠

Kali⁠ Yuga turned its​⁠⁠ neck to look‍ unconsciously toward the⁠‍ sky.

=…!=‌‍‍

It⁠⁠⁠ was startled.

The​‌‌ human barrier it‌​ had formed with‍‍‌ mages had collapsed.‌‌‌ The mages had‌⁠⁠ regained their senses.‌

They⁠⁠ had escaped the‍⁠ pleasure that Kali⁠‌ Yuga had made⁠ them experience. The⁠ human wall, once​⁠⁠ so densely packed,‌ began to scatter‍⁠⁠ as if kernels‍​‌ had been stripped⁠‌ from a cob⁠⁠ of corn.

“Save⁠ me…!”

“Because‍‍‌ of that bast—…!”‍⁠

They‍ fell screaming.

Kali​‍⁠ Yuga looked down⁠ in bewilderment at⁠⁠ those who had‍​ been its servants.‍​‌ Not only had​ the wall collapsed,‌‌⁠ but how was‍​ it possible that​‍ they had freed​⁠ themselves from him?‍

The‍​‌ doubt lasted only‍ an instant.

────────!⁠

The⁠ igi-eogeom lunged again!‌‍ Kali Yuga darted‌‍ quickly behind a building to evade.​⁠‌

The‍‌‌ sashimi sliced the​‌ building as if‍⁠ it were tofu.⁠

It⁠⁠ barely felt a prickling danger above‌‌ its crown when‍‌⁠ it saw the⁠​ building it used‍‍⁠ as cover split‍‌ into slices. The⁠‍‌ upper part of‍‌ the building crumbled,‌‍‍ and the sashimi⁠ offensive came again.‍‍

Kali‌‍‍ Yuga felt a chill down its⁠​ back. But there‍‌‌ was no time‍‌ for astonishment.

The⁠ sashimi pecked at‍‌‍ it relentlessly.

“…Ha.”​​​

Balor⁠ Joaquin let out‌⁠‍ an incredulous laugh.‌‌‍

“He⁠‌‍ sure knows how​‍ to make a dramatic entrance.”

He⁠​ couldn’t see his‌⁠‍ disciple clearly.

It⁠‍​ was because the⁠⁠⁠ sun was behind‌‍⁠ him. Balor Joaquin​ had to raise‌​ his hand to​‌⁠ his brow to⁠⁠ shield his eyes.‍

It​‌ was such an‍⁠ overwhelming sight that‌⁠ one could mistake‌ him for a god. Yet his‍ clumsy disciple still‌⁠ didn’t seem to‍⁠‌ have noticed him.⁠‍‍

“Good.⁠‍⁠ You’re doing well.”​

After‍​ all, you can’t​ let yourself get‌‌‌ distracted with the‍‌ enemy right in​⁠ front of you.‍​⁠ He never taught‌‌‍ that.

Even⁠⁠⁠ if the place⁠‌‌ of instruction had⁠ been a fish‍​‍ market, he still‍⁠ taught that.

Anyway.‍‌​

“It’s‍ been a long‌⁠‌ time since I saw your skills,‌⁠ show them to‌‌ me.”

That‌⁠ boy, who had⁠‌‍ taken up the​‌‍ sword some twenty​⁠ years ago, had⁠ been called the⁠​‍ best swordsman in​⁠‍ the country.

And⁠​ then another ten‌‌‍ years passed.

Evaluating‌ how astonishing Kang​ Geom-Ma’s mastery was,⁠ that was his​​‍ duty as a true master. Balor‌ Joaquin, hiding a smile, signaled to‌‌⁠ the Sword Master.⁠⁠

“If‍​‌ we interfere now,‌ we’ll just get‍‍ in the way.”‌

“I​ agree.”

“If⁠‌‌ we’re not going⁠‍ to help, it’s‌ best not to‍‍‍ hinder. That’s a teacher’s virtue. But‍ still, as decent‌⁠​ people in combat,⁠ it’s not like⁠‍ we’ll just sit‌‌ discarded in a corner.”

“Uwaaaaah!”‌‌

The​‍​ bodies of the‌​ mages were about⁠‍ to be torn‍ apart. Balor Joaquin​​‌ and the Sword⁠⁠ Master floated in‌⁠ the air, observing‌⁠ the situation.

Balor​‍⁠ Joaquin sighed.

“…Let’s‍ deal with them⁠ first.”

“I‍‌ agree as well.”‍

Even⁠⁠⁠ if they were⁠ responsible for their‍‌ own actions, the‌‌⁠ mages hadn’t even​​ had time to‍ enjoy anything before‍‍‍ being discarded by​⁠ Kali Yuga.

“That‍​⁠ aside…”

The​⁠‍ Sword Master crouched‍⁠ slightly and murmured.⁠

“…I⁠‍ humbly apologize, but…”⁠

He⁠⁠‌ insisted.

“…The​ Heavenly Sword is⁠‌ my disciple.”

He‍ pressed even harder.​⁠‌

“What?”⁠

Balor‌ Joaquin, who was‍⁠‌ about to jump‍ in, was left⁠​ speechless.

The​‌⁠ Sword Master added.⁠

“I​⁠‌ don’t know exactly‍‍ how, but the‌ last person who‌‍ taught the Heavenly‌‍ Sword was me.”‍​

“And‌ what does that‌ matter now?”

“It​ matters. A lot.”​​

In‌‌⁠ the Sword Master’s⁠ golden eyes, a spark gleamed. It⁠‌⁠ was the greed‍ of an old⁠ man.

That‌‍ grandson-in-law had been‍⁠‍ his pride for‌​‍ ten years. At‍ first, he nearly⁠‍​ hated him for‍‌ taking his granddaughter,​​ but in the⁠​ end.

“Even‍‍‌ if you’re the​ founding hero. On‌⁠ this, I won’t⁠‌ yield.”

The‌‌‍ Sword Master was⁠ completely blinded by‌‍ his grandson-in-law.

So⁠​‍ much so that‌‌⁠ his granddaughter was‍ already sick of‌‍ him.

***​⁠⁠

“Ahhhhh!”⁠‌

A falling mage closed⁠ her eyes. But⁠‌ feeling a weight‌⁠ on her back,⁠ she opened them‍‌ slowly.

A black-haired man was​ holding the mage​ like a princess.⁠‌‍

It⁠ was Balor Joaquin.‍

“Oh…”⁠‍

A handsome man.

He‍ spoke with a serious expression.

“Hold⁠‍​ on tight. This⁠⁠ will get fast.”‌

Even‍ if his tone⁠​⁠ was that of‌​​ an old man,​ she didn’t notice.‌‌ As soon as‍‌‍ the mage clung‍ to his neck,​ Balor Joaquin sped‌​​ up.

“Uaaaagh!”⁠​

He‍ moved between the​‍‍ buildings like lightning.‍ He rescued the‌‍⁠ mages in midair⁠‍‌ at a speed​ barely perceptible.

And‍ soon, he had‌​⁠ a mountain of‌ mages piled up⁠ in his arms.‍⁠

He⁠ set them down‌​ in a solitary⁠‌⁠ park. The survivors‍ staggered and vomited.‌‍​

“Bueehhh.”‍‍

It​​​ was from dizziness⁠ and from the​​‍ forced activation of‌‍‌ their mana.

Balor‌‍ Joaquin frowned. He​‍‍ was used to‌⁠ dealing with drunks‌ because of his​ work at the​‌ tavern, but having‌‍⁠ a bunch of⁠​‍ mages doing that—what‍ an image.

Just‌‌​ as he was​​ leaving, a mage‍‌ stopped him while​ wiping her mouth.​

“Uh,‍​⁠ hey.”

“……”​​‌

“Can⁠‍ I have your‌ number? Or at‌‌‍ least your name?”‍​‌

From‌​‌ someone who just‍‍ threw up?

“If⁠‌ you can’t give⁠‌⁠ me your contact,‍ then at least‍‌‌ your name!”

“No.”‌​⁠

He​‍‍ was going to‌⁠ leave without looking‍⁠‍ back.

‘Mmm.’​

He‌ thought about it​‌‍ for a moment​ and stopped. He​‍ turned toward the‌‌‍ mage, who trembled‍‍ as if her‍⁠ arms were fly⁠‍‍ legs, and said.‌⁠​

“Balor‍ Joaquin.”

“……”​‌⁠

Silence.⁠​‍

“Believe‍‌⁠ it or not,‌ it doesn’t matter.”⁠​

“Balor…”‌‌

“Yes.”⁠​‍

“Balor‍‍‌ Joaquin… then!”

It‍⁠ was such a mythical name that‌‌ her brain went‌‌⁠ into dissonance. The⁠⁠ man who had‍ introduced himself as⁠‍ Balor Joaquin pointed‌‍ at the sky⁠‌ with his index‍‌ finger.

“You​‌‍ see that boy.”‍

The‌ Heavenly Sword, Kang⁠‍ Geom-Ma.

“I‌‌‌ am his master‍ and his father.”‍​​

He​ emphasized it, even‍​ if it seemed‍ strange.

“Remember.​ That boy’s master‌ and father is​ not the Sword​‍ Master or anything‍ like that. It’s⁠ me.”

“Y-yes.”‍⁠‍

Even⁠ he regretted saying​ it as soon​ as he did.⁠​‌ But still, he⁠‍‌ added in embarrassment.‌

“Me,⁠‍‍ I said me!”⁠

The‌​ mage nodded awkwardly.‌

***​​

At​‌ the same time.⁠‍

=Shit…=‍

Kali​ Yuga thought as⁠‍ it felt the‍⁠​ sea wind on‌⁠ its face. Something‌​⁠ had started to​ go wrong at​ some point. But‍​​ in truth, there​⁠ was no mistake.​​

It​‍ was just that​​ the being called‌⁠‍ Kang Geom-Ma was​​‍ an unknowable existence‌ that surpassed all‍‍‌ foresight.

Slash.​‍

The‍ sashimi finally struck‌ its heel. Kali⁠ Yuga flailed at‍⁠‍ the air as‍⁠‌ blood poured from⁠​‍ its seven orifices.‌

It‍⁠‌ was the end.⁠​‍ Physical pain meant‌​ nothing. It was‌‍ the mental pressure‍‌ that was strangling‍‌ its existence.

The⁠‍ Apocalypse.

Kali‍​​ Yuga was an‌‍⁠ entity that embodied‌ vague fear made‌‍ tangible. In other​​ words, he himself‌⁠ was fear.

And​ yet.

Slash,‍‍ slash!

Every‍​​ time the sashimi​⁠‌ rose to stab‍⁠​ him, Kali Yuga​ held its breath.⁠‌

Just​⁠⁠ by looking into⁠‌ that man’s eyes,‍ its hips shrank.⁠‌​ An apostle of⁠​⁠ the Force of‍‍ Suppression.

The⁠ sum total of​‍​ fear. Humanity’s taboo.‍‌

It‌ feared that black-eyed‍⁠ human.

=Are​ you… really thinking⁠​‌ of rebelling against‍⁠ the Force of‌⁠⁠ Suppression…?=

“What​⁠​ are you talking‍ about?”

Kang‌‍ Geom-Ma spat the‍⁠​ words as he⁠⁠‍ stomped on the‍‌​ clouds.

It‌‍‌ wasn’t as fast‌​ as the speed⁠‍​ of light earlier,‌⁠ but fortunately, Kali‌​ Yuga gained a brief instant to‌‍​ react.

But‌ then.

Slash—!‍⁠

With‍‌ a single cut,⁠‌⁠ the Mapo Bridge​‌ collapsed. Kali Yuga‌​ fled at full‍⁠ speed. A second⁠‍‌ strike followed.

Kali​ Yuga ran, shoving‌​‍ cars with its‌ body.

It‌ was going to‍ die. Each of⁠ those cuts represented​ death.

In⁠​⁠ truth, an apostle⁠‌ of the Force‌ of Suppression cannot‌⁠​ die as such.⁠⁠ But it can‍⁠ reach its “end.”​

If‌​ the concept that‍ the apostle represents‍ vanishes, the end‍‌ disappears from the‍‍‌ universe.

The‍‌ conditions were demanding,⁠⁠‍ and eliminating a taboo was practically⁠‌ impossible. Or so⁠‌ it thought—until facing​ Kang Geom-Ma’s sword.‌‌‌

=If‍​ he cuts me,​​‍ I’ll be extinguished=​⁠‍

If‌‌ that sashimi cut⁠‌ its throat, it‌‌ would disappear. That’s‍‌ why it had​⁠​ to avoid it​‌‌ at all costs.⁠⁠

Kali‍​ Yuga, manifestation of‌​ the Apocalypse, writhed⁠⁠⁠ to survive. It​⁠ ripped a building⁠⁠ from the ground⁠​⁠ as if it‍ were a radish​​‌ and hurled it.‌

Kang​ Geom-Ma, running, swung‍⁠ his sword.

Slash!⁠

Every​​ time Murasame flashed,​ the hurled objects​‍ were chopped into‌⁠‌ pieces.

The⁠‌ cuts had yellowish‌ edges. Proof that​‍​ the friction with‍⁠‌ the air had‌‌ cooked them.

Could‌ one even call​ that a “cut”?​‌

And‌‍ on top of‍​⁠ that, he wasn’t⁠‌ even using magic.​‌ It seemed he‌‌​ was deliberately avoiding‍‍‍ it. And yet,⁠​‍ he had grown‍ stronger.

Maybe​⁠ that was why.⁠‌⁠

Kang‍​⁠ Geom-Ma, now using‍‌​ only the sashimi,‍​​ was sharper than​⁠‌ ever, incomparable to‍​ before when he‌ combined it with‍ magic.

He‍⁠⁠ cut and sliced‌ no matter what‍ it was.

Legal‍ consequences? Screw them.‌ Property damage? In​ the middle of‌ the Apocalypse, if‌ someone complained, he’d​​ gladly give them​⁠ CPR.

“I⁠⁠‍ am…”

Kang‌‍​ Geom-Ma.

“I⁠ only need to⁠ cut.”

Everything‌ around him urged⁠‌⁠ him to do⁠​ just that.

Abel⁠​ had told him:‍⁠‍

“Your‍‍ sword is my​‍ ideal.”

Rachel‍⁠ had also said.‌

“Your‍⁠​ strength is not⁠‍⁠ only physical, but⁠⁠​ also mental.”

And‍⁠‌ Ryozo always told‌‍‍ him.

“Don’t‌ think about anything⁠ else.”

So‍ he did.

He⁠ swept through Seoul,‍​‍ slicing everything in‌​​ his path. Kali‌​⁠ Yuga hurled massive⁠​​ chunks of debris.‍⁠‍

And​​ he answered with‌​ his sword.

He⁠ cut everything.

After‍​‌ that, all he​⁠ had to do⁠⁠‍ was get closer‌ to him.

“Don’t⁠‍ think about anything⁠​​ else, Kang Geom-Ma.”​

“I’m​‍ going to…”

Cut.‍‍​

If‌ he did, he‌⁠⁠ would slice him⁠‌‌ apart.

The‌​ gravity binding his‍​ limbs lost its​​ strength. In a lighter atmosphere, he‍‌ advanced unhindered.

=Dammit!=‍

Kali‌​ Yuga turned pale.⁠​⁠

=I​⁠‍ must at least⁠⁠‍ buy time to⁠ escape!=

Once‌ again, the sword‌​​ exploded. This time,⁠‍‍ while crossing Yanghwa‌ Bridge, Kali Yuga​ ducked down completely.⁠⁠‌

Ting​ ting ting!

The⁠​ steel cables connecting⁠‌​ the bridge towers‌⁠ snapped with a roar.

It‌‌ barely managed to‍ dodge. But its‍‍‌ pride as the⁠ Apocalypse was also​⁠ cut.

It‌​‌ couldn’t go on⁠ like this. If‌‍‍ it kept fleeing‌⁠​ this way, it⁠​ would die.

Even‌​‍ if it had‌⁠⁠ no honor as‍‍​ the Apocalypse, it‌⁠‍ had to survive.​​ So it decided.⁠‍‍

Beeeeep…!‌

Headlights‌​ blinded it. It‌ was the subway​ train crossing Yanghwa‌⁠​ Bridge.

Kali‌‍ Yuga planted a hand. And hurled​‌‍ with all its‍​ might the train,‍⁠ its head already‌ crushed.

The​‌ passengers rolled inside​​⁠ like trapped insects.⁠‍

The‍‌ train rose diagonally.⁠​‍

Kang​⁠​ Geom-Ma advanced.

Murasame‍‌ crossed with the‍⁠​ train.

=That’s​ it!=

Before​ it could shout⁠​‍ for joy, Kali​⁠ Yuga, already pale,‌‍ turned even bluer.​‌‍

Swoosh…​⁠⁠

The‍ train was split​ cleanly in two.‍​‌ But the sashimi⁠ didn’t touch a single passenger.

It‍ only sliced the‌⁠ metal. In sudden‍‌‍ weightlessness, the citizens⁠⁠⁠ barely managed to⁠‍‌ utter an “ah,”⁠⁠​ and Kang Geom-Ma⁠⁠ flung the train​‌​ into the Han‌⁠ River.

They‍‌ fell into the​​ water from a safe height.

No⁠‌​ one died.

The‍ river’s temperature rose⁠‍ in a good​‍‌ way.

=I-is‍ this even possible…?=⁠‌

Kang‌‍​ Geom-Ma passed by‌‍​ Kali Yuga.

A blue arm fell‍‌ from its side.‍‌ Kali Yuga stared‍⁠ at the arm⁠​‌ that rolled to‌ its feet.

Is‌​ that… my arm?⁠

=U-ugh=‌⁠

It‍‌ moved its lips.​​‍

No​‌⁠ one heard. Kang‌ Geom-Ma spread his​‌‌ spiritual perception.

A wave expanded from​⁠‌ him and formed‌⁠⁠ a semi-transparent barrier.⁠‌⁠ Its radius— all‍⁠‌ of Seoul.

Not​ enough.

He​‍‌ expanded it further.​​​

With‍ the Blessing of‌⁠ the God of⁠‍ Transition, his perception⁠‍ encompassed all of⁠ South Korea.

“You.”⁠⁠⁠

Suddenly,‍​ he spoke.

“Do​ you know how‍​‌ many Daiso stores‍‍⁠ there are in‌‍ South Korea?”

=What…​ the fuck…?=

He⁠⁠ ignored it. He​‍ didn’t expect an‌⁠ answer.

“In‍ total, there are‍⁠ 1,519.”

Click.‍‌‌

He‌‍‌ snapped his fingers.‌

The‌​ rubble on the​‍​ ground vibrated.

“How‌​ many sashimi knives‍⁠ do you think​ are in all​‍​ those stores?”

And‍⁠ then…

=…!=‌⁠

Stars‌⁠⁠ began to sprout‍‍⁠ in the sky.‍ How many?

“I‍​ don’t know.”

“Me​ neither.”

“Let’s‍⁠ count them together.”‌​⁠

=You​⁠⁠ son of a biiiiiiitch!=

Kali‍​ Yuga shot forward‍​ like an arrow.⁠

“Die.”‍⁠

But‍⁠ he couldn’t reach‌​ me.

He‍ couldn’t reach us.‍

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