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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 413: Fool for Love (2)

Chapter 413: Fool for Love (2)

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The​ sound of the‍​ propeller rumbled through​‍​ Seoul, immersed in⁠‍‌ silence. It was‍ a helicopter urgently⁠ dispatched by a television network.

The⁠‍ main television networks‌ had their bases‌‍​ in Wonju, where‍‌‌ the Joaquin Academy​​⁠ was located.

Therefore,‌‍‌ they had no⁠ choice but to⁠‌ arrive late at‍ the scene.

“…Wow.”‍​

The‌‌‌ cameraman, who was‍ focusing on Seoul‍‌ with his lens,⁠​ let out an⁠ exclamation.

This‌‌ was a true​‌ disaster. The level⁠‌⁠ of destruction could​‍ rival any apocalyptic‌‍⁠ movie.

“Focus!”‌⁠

“Ah,​ ah, sorry.”

At⁠⁠⁠ the reporter’s reprimand,‌⁠‌ the cameraman shook⁠ his head.

“No⁠⁠ matter how surprised⁠ you are, you‍‍‍ can’t act like‍⁠ this during a live broadcast!”

“Yes…”⁠⁠‌

The​ reporter’s attitude reflected​ professionalism. However, behind‌⁠ that façade, she⁠‍ was the most⁠ shaken when she⁠‌‌ saw the status​ window spread by‌ Kali Yuga.

She‍ only began to⁠ calm down when‍ the status window,​​‍ which had kept⁠‍‌ appearing before her⁠ retina, disappeared completely.‍​

The​ network wanted to⁠‌ cover this unprecedented‍​⁠ phenomenon directly from‍ the scene.

That’s‍⁠‌ why they sent​‍ this reporter, who​⁠‌ seemed to have‌‌ recovered quickly, along‍ with this cameraman,​​‌ as special correspondents.⁠‌ They put them​ on a helicopter‍​ reserved for executives.⁠⁠‌

“Good⁠ afternoon. This is​‌ reporter Kim from​ CCB.”

The‍⁠ cameraman captured the​⁠ reporter opening the‌‍​ broadcast, while he‌​ searched for another⁠​‌ target with the‌‌​ lens.

His⁠ professional instinct told⁠ him that the⁠ one responsible for⁠ this disaster was‍ still nearby.

“Huh?”​​

“For‌ real! We’re live,​‍‍ for heaven’s—!”

“No,‌ look! Look over​‍‍ there!”

The‌​ cameraman sharply turned​‌⁠ the lens. Reporter​ Kim, visibly annoyed,‍ reluctantly followed his⁠⁠ gaze.

“Huh?”‍​

An⁠ astonished exclamation.

A large bridge connected‌⁠‍ the north and​⁠‌ south of the‌‌‍ city, crossing the‌‌​ river. The cloud​ of dust covering​​​ the bridge dissipated,‌ revealing a figure.​‍

“Is​‍‍ that person…?”

The⁠ reporter shouted loudly‌ toward the helicopter‍‍​ cabin:

“Please,‍ get closer to‌​ Yanghwa Bridge!”

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The‌‌‌ helicopter obeyed and⁠ veered.

The‌⁠⁠ angle of tilt⁠⁠ was so sharp‌⁠ that the center⁠⁠ of gravity was⁠ at risk, but​ no one cared.‍‍⁠

When‌⁠ they approached Yanghwa‍‍⁠ Bridge, the reporter​ held her breath.⁠

“Heavenly‍‌‍ Sword.”

He‌ was there.

The‍‍‍ cameraman, as if​‌ rehearsed, aimed the⁠ lens directly at‍​‌ Kang Geom-Ma.

‘Huh?’​‍

As‍ he adjusted the⁠⁠​ optical zoom, he⁠ realized that, besides⁠ Geom-Ma, there was​ something else. It‌⁠ looked like a bluish piece of‌‌ flesh completely turned‌ to mush, unrecognizable.‍

The⁠ only thing deducible⁠ was that it⁠ had been a living creature until⁠ recently.

It‍ was at that‍‍​ moment.

=No…=‌‌

A chilling sensation ran‌​​ through the folds‌‍‍ of the brain.‍​ Not only did‌⁠‍ the cameraman feel‌‍ it.

Also⁠ the reporter, the⁠​ helicopter pilot… And‌⁠ all the citizens‍⁠‍ of Seoul, at⁠⁠‍ the same time,‍‍ were enveloped in‍‍ an ominous gloom.⁠‌

The‍ cameraman, with trembling‌ hands, filmed Kang​‌​ Geom-Ma and that​⁠‌ thing.

Holding​⁠ back his fear​ as much as‍ possible.

=I,⁠ I… can’t go​‌‌ like this…=

That‍ being lamented.

=Oh,‌‌‍ Power of Suppression…‌ Is this too‍⁠⁠ part of your⁠​ will? Did my‌‌​ moment of arrogance‍⁠⁠ offend your will?‍ Then… this is⁠ unfair! Why is​ that other, being​​‍ also an apostle,​‌ left free? Why​ do you favor‍ him and not⁠ me? Why don’t⁠ you give me‍‍ even a little‌ space…?=

“Enough.”‍⁠⁠

Kang​‍⁠ Geom-Ma interrupted his‌ monologue.

“All⁠ villains, when their‍ time comes, can’t⁠‍​ help but run​⁠⁠ their mouths.
Do they give⁠ classes on that​‌ with the Power‌​⁠ of Suppression? Is​⁠ there an academy‍⁠‍ for it? Is​‍⁠ it affiliated with​⁠ Joaquin Academy?”

=Ah,‍ ah! Look at​⁠ him! Every time‌ he opens his‌‌ mouth he spouts‍⁠‌ blasphemies! How can⁠‍‌ you allow that…?!=⁠​‌

Kali‌ Yuga couldn’t finish​ his sentence. Because⁠​‍ he was bombarded⁠​​ by Daiso sashimis.‌​‌

The⁠‌ pilot instinctively tried​‌‍ to turn the​‌‍ helicopter, but the‍​ knives passed millimeters‍‌ away, embedding themselves‍‌ in the ground⁠​⁠ without touching the‌​‍ aircraft.

=¡Aaaaaaaghhh!=‌​

“Shut​‌​ up. Just get‌‍‍ lost already.”

It⁠‍⁠ was a horrible​​ scene. But the‍⁠ reporting team in‍⁠ the helicopter felt⁠ a strange sense‍‌⁠ of relief.

It‌‍‍ was liberating.

Kali‍⁠ Yuga had tried⁠⁠⁠ to dominate human‌ minds through the‍‌‍ Blessing of the⁠ Apocalypse M.

And‌ the result was⁠‍ before their eyes.​ His plans were⁠‌⁠ destroyed. He was⁠ being beaten down⁠ by Kang Geom-Ma.​

Even‍​ the giant eye‍⁠ watching from the⁠ top of Seoul⁠⁠​ Tower blurred.

Unknowingly,​‍ the mental chains‌‍ binding the citizens⁠⁠ broke.

Maybe‍‍ those who had‍​⁠ awakened magic felt​⁠‍ some regret. But⁠‍ most were civilians​‌​ who had been‌⁠ dragged into the⁠‌‌ events.

They‌ had finally been​​ freed from an⁠ unprecedented confinement. They⁠ felt relieved.

And‍⁠ everyone knew perfectly‍​​ who had returned‌‍‍ that freedom to‌​​ them—Kang Geom-Ma.

“Are⁠ you filming properly?”​‌

“Of‍‌ course!”

Everyone‌​‍ could see it.‌ The audience of​ the live program‌ was rising at‌‍‌ a dizzying pace.⁠

Moreover,‍​⁠ this was South‍ Korea, leader in​⁠ digital culture. And‍⁠‍ the holder of‍ Heavenly Sword, symbol‌ of the “Do‌⁠‌ You Know Club”​⁠‌ movement.

The‍​ citizens were determined⁠⁠ to spread these‍​ images across the‍‌​ world.

Once‌ again, the one​⁠⁠ who marked the⁠ end of a global disaster was‍​ none other than‌‌‍ Kang Geom-Ma.

“Huff…”‍​

The⁠⁠‍ reporter removed the​ microphone pressing against‍ her chest. The‍‍ broadcast was already​⁠‌ ruined. Let happen‌ what may.

They​⁠ would only ask​‍⁠ her for a report. She already​‌‍ planned to protest‍ with her superiors.‍⁠​

Anyway.​

The⁠ reporter saw the​​ sashimis bursting in‍ front of Kang‍​ Geom-Ma. They were‌‌ part of his⁠ distinctive technique, the‌ fencing of the‌ “Higher Self.”

She‍ had suspected it,‍⁠ but now she‌​​ confirmed it: without‌ a doubt, it​⁠‌ was Kang Geom-Ma.‌​⁠

=Oh,‌ Power of Suppression!‍‌ Have mercy on⁠‍ me!=

“The​ end of the‍ world, huh…”

Wham​‍ wham!

=Please,‍‍​ save me!=

“How‌‌​ can someone be⁠⁠ more pathetic than‌⁠⁠ the corps commanders​ I defeated ten‌⁠‍ years ago?”

Wham‌ wham!

=¡Aaaaaaaghhh!=‍

“I​ don’t even need​​‌ to go that​‍⁠ far back. Even⁠ Ragnarok imposed at​‌‌ least three times⁠‌⁠ more than you.”‌‌⁠

Kali⁠⁠ Yuga tried to⁠‍​ crawl away. Kang⁠​‍ Geom-Ma snapped his​‌​ fingers.

And​⁠​ what followed was‌⁠ worth beholding. As‌‍‌ if time had‌​ stopped, thousands of⁠⁠ sashimis hung suspended‍​⁠ in the air.‌‍‌

And​ everything was captured‌‍ clearly on camera.‌‌

Kang‍‍‍ Geom-Ma unsheathed Murasame⁠​‌ and his EX-rank‍⁠​ sashimi. Then, the​ ability of the⁠‍ latter was activated.‍‍

[Initiating​ sword slot rotation]​‍⁠

[(Sword‍​​ cut)(Emergency inspection cut)(Scheduled​ cut)(Extended cut)]
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[(Urgent⁠ cut)(Scheduled cut)(Extended cut)]⁠
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[(Sword‍‌⁠ cut)(Scheduled cut)(Extended cut)(Emergency‌⁠ inspection cut)]

[(Scheduled‌ cut)(Extended cut)(Emergency inspection‌⁠ cut)]

[The‍ name of the‌‍⁠ sword to be⁠⁠ used for 1 minute has been⁠​ determined.]

Whoooom—⁠‌‌

[An‌ Extended Inspection will⁠‍ proceed.]

“Perfect.”‌

=Ah,​ ah…=

“Where‍‍ is that insect⁠‍ that won’t stop​‌‍ buzzing?”

Kang‌⁠ Geom-Ma lunged immediately.​ The sword dance‍ that followed couldn’t​‌ even be captured‍‌​ by the camera.​⁠

An‌‌ astonishing sword technique‍​ combined with an‍ apocalyptic-type ultimate weapon.‍⁠ The substances that‌‌ composed the end​‌ dispersed at a particle level. Like⁠‌⁠ dandelion seeds.

“Because‍ of pests like​‌ you who keep‍‌​ interfering.”

The‌ price of mockery.‍‌

“People‍‍⁠ around me get​ hurt.”

=Uaaaahhhh!=‍

Or‌​​ it could also​‌ be called a threat.

“Even​​ if one rips‍ out the roots​⁠⁠ of those false‌ gods, they keep‍ appearing. Since they’ll‍⁠⁠ appear anyway, I at least want⁠​‌ to give them⁠‍⁠ a warning, so‍‍ they feel a chill when they​ meet my gaze.”‌

=N-nooo…!=‍‍

“It’s​ a warning letter​ written with your⁠​⁠ blood.”

In⁠ technical terms, his‌​‌ teabagging was excellent.​​

Kang‍‌‌ Geom-Ma was nowhere‌ near being a hero with a strong sense of‌‌ justice.

He⁠ often clashed with‍‍​ nobles and even⁠ heads of state,​‌ constantly threatening them.⁠ He was the‌⁠ type who created‌⁠‍ enemies on his‌ own.

And‍ yet, people adored‌ him. Not because‌ of his violence.​

“But⁠ because he is​‌‌ the Heavenly Sword.”​

Because,‍​ in the end,‍‌⁠ he stood on‍​ the side of​​‌ humanity.

When⁠ public enemies appeared‍‌‌ as now, Kang‌​ Geom-Ma showed no⁠‍​ mercy.

Kang‌‍ Geom-Ma granted no​​ cheap mercy. If‌‌ someone provoked him,​⁠ he cut them​​ down. That was​ how he was‍ known.

“Though‍​ lately he’s changed⁠‍ a little.”

Commentators‌‌ said that since​ he formed a family, he had‍ become calmer. And‌ it was true.‌‌

Even​⁠ during the Parsy​ incident, Kang Geom-Ma​‍⁠ faced Ragnarok with‌‌‌ a somewhat intimidated⁠​‍ attitude. The media⁠‌ workers who replayed‌​‍ the video noticed⁠ a strange sensation.‌​​

The‌​ reporter brought the‍ microphone to her‌⁠⁠ lips.

“In‍‌ terms of not​ causing conflicts, one‍​​ could say he‌ has matured compared‍ to the past.”‍⁠‍

Staring‌‌ directly at the‌​‍ subcamera, she continued​ her report.

“But​‍ still. We all​​‌ know, don’t we?‌‍ The violence of‌⁠ Heavenly Sword has​⁠ always been a means to break‍​‌ social inequality. Because⁠​‌ nobles and heroes,‌‍ those bastards, don’t​‍‌ listen to words.​ That’s why punishment‌ is necessary.”

The‌⁠‌ cameraman flinched. The​‍‌ basic rule of⁠​​ journalism is neutrality.⁠​ Of course, each​ network could have​ its leaning.

“It​‌ has always been‌​⁠ that way. Kang‍⁠ Geom-Ma, the Heavenly‌‌⁠ Sword, has always‍ stood on the​ side of humanity.”‍

It​ was a statement‍⁠‌ full of subjectivity.​ Ignoring the cameraman’s‌‍‌ gesture of denial,⁠⁠ the reporter kept‍ speaking.

“I⁠ can’t say it‍⁠ with certainty, but‌ considering his trajectory⁠‌ until now, I don’t believe he’ll⁠​⁠ ever turn into‌⁠​ an enemy.”

“……!”​⁠⁠

The⁠ cameraman jolted so⁠‍‍ hard the camera‍​‌ shook. It was​‌ because the reporter‍‍‍ tore off the‌​‍ skin of her​‍ face. It was‌ a magical disguise⁠‌ spell.

Come‍‌⁠ to think of‌ it, it hadn’t‌⁠‍ been noticeable while⁠‍ she was sitting,​ but had reporter​ Kim always been‌‌‌ that tall?

“I…”‍‍‍

She⁠ shook her head‍​⁠ to wipe the​‍ sweat from her‍ forehead.

“I‍ dare to say⁠ it. The Heavenly⁠⁠‍ Sword, Kang Geom-Ma,‍‍ in the past,‍ present, and future,‍‍ will always be​‍​ on your side.⁠ At least, under​ the premise that​‍ you’re not a threat to humanity.”⁠​

Choi‌⁠ Seol-Ah smiled brightly.⁠

“To‍ the nobles, to​ the heads of‍‍ state, and to⁠‌ all of you‌⁠‌ watching this—stop putting‍‌ obstacles in the⁠ way of the​‌‍ Heavenly Sword. Have‌​ you ever dirtied‌ your feet in‌ a crisis like⁠‌⁠ this?”

The‌​ sunset light over‌⁠​ the Han River‍⁠⁠ illuminated Choi Seol-Ah’s​‌⁠ face.

“You‍‍ may want to⁠‌‍ deny the achievements‌⁠​ of the Heavenly‍‌‍ Sword, but it’s‍​‍ impossible. While you‍ sat arguing, he‌​​ was out there,‍⁠​ wielding his sword‍‍​ and exterminating the​ enemy.”

Her‍​ earrings sparkled.

“There‍‌ are no shortcuts​‍⁠ to glory. The⁠​ path Kang Geom-Ma‌ has walked proves‌‌‌ it.”

By⁠ that moment, the‍‌⁠ heart-wrenching screams of⁠‌ Kali Yuga could‌ no longer be​​ heard.

“That‌ was all.”

Choi⁠​ Seol-Ah threw the‌‍‌ microphone. Bzzzzz, a buzz disturbed the​‌​ listeners’ ears.

“This​ was Choi Seol-Ah,‍‌⁠ the public service​​ girl!”

And⁠⁠​ she jumped from‌ the helicopter.

With‌‍​ her arms spread‍ like a cross,‌ she fell against‌‍‍ the resistance of‌⁠ the air.

“Wheeeee!”​⁠

She‌‌⁠ screamed with joy.‍

“Welcome​ back!”

Kang‌ Geom-Ma lifted his‍‌ head. He looked⁠‍ at her with‍​ puzzled eyes. Kali​‌ Yuga had vanished.⁠‌‍

The‌⁠‌ helicopter was backing‍ away.

Thanks‍​⁠ to that, the‍‌ cameraman was able‍​‌ to capture the‌‍‍ entire scene with‍‌‌ a wide view.‌

“…Who⁠‌​ the hell is‍⁠‌ she?”

Even​‌‌ that critical gaze​⁠ felt endearing to​‍ Choi Seol-Ah.

“Yoohoo!”‌​

That⁠‌ overwhelming feeling.

“I’m‌​⁠ not good with​⁠‍ feelings because I’m‌​ a villain!”

Pushed​​ her to act.⁠‌

Instead‌ of swallowing the‌⁠‌ words rolling in‍​ her mouth, she​⁠ spat them out.​​

“But⁠ to my lord—!”‍‍​

The⁠⁠‌ half-destroyed buildings, with⁠​ peaks like shark⁠​ teeth, devoured the⁠ sunset.

==‍‍ == == ==⁠

NOTICE‍‍

We‌‍‌ regret to announce‌‌‌ this news to​‍‍ all who have‍ loved Blessing of‍‍ the Apocalypse M 2nd… (omission) …

==‍​‌ ==

She⁠‌​ waved her hand‌ as if brushing​ away the screen.‌‌

At‌ one side, the⁠‌​ glow of the⁠‌​ Han River once⁠‍ again filled the​‍⁠ scene.

Choi‍ Seol-Ah shouted loudly.⁠

“Looks‍ like I liiiiike⁠‌‌ you a lot!”⁠⁠

The‌⁠​ serenade of an​‍‌ obsessive fan was‍ broadcast live to‍​‍ the entire world.‍⁠​

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