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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 414: Soybean Powder (1)

Chapter 414: Soybean Powder (1)

A reddish glow trembled​‍⁠ slowly over the‌ Han River.

As‍‌ the saying goes,​ the sun is‌‌‍ most dazzling just​‌‌ before sunset, and​ that was the‌‌‌ feeling. The same⁠ must have been‌​ in the minds‌ of the people⁠‍ nearby, and also⁠⁠⁠ Kang Geom-Ma.

Wasn’t‌​ it as if‍‍ the end of‍ the world had‌‌ just swept everything​ away?

That⁠‌ was what they‌‌ thought.

The⁠​ night after sunset‌⁠‍ seemed to mean⁠ the crisis was⁠ finally subsiding.

But⁠ then, something completely‌⁠⁠ unexpected happened.

Choi‌​⁠ Seol-Ah suddenly jumped​‍ from a helicopter⁠​⁠ and confessed her⁠‌ love to Kang​⁠​ Geom-Ma!

“Ha…​ haha.”

Balor‍‌‌ Joaquin let out⁠​‌ a dry laugh‍ at how absurd​‍ the scene looked.⁠‍‌

Apparently,​⁠ his disciple was‍ quite successful as‌⁠‌ a man in​‌ his homeland.

‘In​‍ his past life,‌​⁠ well, he had⁠‍​ a somewhat decent⁠ face, but his‌‌ personality was so​ problematic that he⁠ stayed a virgin.’⁠​

Although‍‌⁠ the scene seemed‍⁠ a bit too‌‍‍ staged, precisely because⁠ of that, all‌ the attention was‍⁠​ focused on Kang⁠⁠‌ Geom-Ma.

And‌​‌ that was exactly​ Balor Joaquin’s original⁠ plan.

Kali⁠⁠‍ Yuga wanted to‍‍​ be at the‍‌ center of humanity.⁠ His intention was⁠⁠ to seduce them⁠⁠​ with “magic” and⁠ enslave all of​ humankind.

Not⁠​ long ago, while‌ Balor Joaquin was‍⁠​ killing time in‌​​ the Demon Realm,⁠⁠ he had heard⁠⁠ news of the⁠‍ world thanks to‌​ the squirrels, with⁠ Lycan leading them.‌‌‍

So‍⁠ he more or​‍ less knew what‌⁠ was happening.

That‍‍ there were many⁠⁠ people against Kang​​⁠ Geom-Ma’s recent actions,‍​⁠ for example.

It​‍ wasn’t such surprising⁠‌⁠ news. In the‌⁠ days when he⁠‌ was active, it‍‍⁠ was the same.⁠

The​ rulers always meddled⁠ in everything. Every​ time he tried​​‍ to do something,‍⁠ they would say:‍ “Ah, the founding​​ hero has struck​‌‍ a person!” and​‌ spread it everywhere.‍⁠​

In‍ any era, in‍ any part of‌ the world—even on⁠ Earth—those parasites always‍‌ existed.

And⁠‌‌ for that reason,​​‌ Kang Geom-Ma’s popularity‍⁠⁠ had been declining​​⁠ lately.

And‍ what if, at​‍ that exact moment,⁠‍‍ Balor Joaquin appeared‌‌​ literally transcending time‌ and space?

And‍​⁠ what if on⁠ top of that‍‌ he publicly declared‌ that Kang Geom-Ma​ was his legitimate‌ successor?

It⁠ would be the⁠⁠⁠ perfect chance to​ improve his image.‌‌

But⁠‌‍ then.

“That‍ beet-head stole the​‍ role from me.”‍

So‌ that’s what he‌‍ was doing, disguised​ as a reporter.​⁠‍ I was wondering‍‌‌ where he had​ gone.

It‍​ was annoying, always‍ so animated, but‌​⁠ he couldn’t be⁠ hated entirely, because‌ what he did​‌‍ was charmingly absurd.​​​

Well,‍ thanks to that,​‍ the scene of​ the dramatic reunion‍ between master and​ disciple had been⁠ lost.

“I​‌​ suppose it doesn’t‌‌​ matter.”

As‍‍‍ long as Kali⁠‌‌ Yuga was eliminated,⁠ that was enough.​‍

Balor‍⁠⁠ Joaquin sighed in‍ relief.

‘Hmm…’​‌​

But​‍ he felt a strange unease in‌‌ his chest. And‌‌‌ it was because​‍⁠ of the noise⁠​‍ around him.

He‌‌ began to look​‍‌ around.

Murmurs…‌

The‍ citizens covered their⁠‌​ mouths with their​ hands and whispered.‍‍ If they were​‍⁠ going to talk,‍⁠ why not do⁠‌‌ it directly?

‘Look‍⁠​ who’s here, the‍ gossipers…’

He⁠‌‌ was about to​⁠⁠ look away with‌‌ a tongue click,⁠‍ when his eyes‌​‍ met directly with‍‍⁠ Kang Geom-Ma’s.

A silhouette outlined by⁠⁠ the sunset light.⁠‌​

For‍⁠​ some reason, his‍ face had a fatally pale tone.​

“What’s‍ wrong with you?​‌ Are you hurt?”​‍

“Ah,‌‍‌ no, sir. I’m⁠‌ fine, really…”

But‍​‍ his face said​ otherwise.

Kang‌‍ Geom-Ma’s face turned‌ red and then⁠‌⁠ blue, as if​​ at any moment​ he would clutch‌⁠‍ his neck.

“Tell⁠‌ me. What’s happening?”‍‌‍

The⁠‍⁠ Sword Master bit‌‌⁠ his lower lip.⁠

But​‌ since the founding⁠​ hero himself was⁠​ asking, he had​ no choice but‍ to confess “the‍​⁠ truth.”

“The‌⁠‌ thing is…”

The⁠⁠⁠ Sword Master began‌ to explain.

Balor⁠ Joaquin listened with‌⁠⁠ interest, but little​‌​ by little his‌ gaze stiffened.

“…Ha…”⁠⁠‌

A laugh escaped him.‌‌

One⁠ completely different from⁠‌ before. This one‌‌‍ was cold.

“Are‍ you serious?”

“How​​‌ would I dare‍‍ lie to you?”‍⁠

It⁠‌ was about his‌ disciple’s family composition.‍‍​

And⁠ for someone like​ Balor Joaquin, who‍ had just returned‍​ from Earth, it⁠ was a shocking‍‌ blow.

“My‍‍ disciple has… two​‌‍ wives?”

“…Yes.‌‍ Including my granddaughter,⁠‌ and also the‍‌⁠ daughter of a former comrade of‍ his from the‌‌ past. Besides, the‌‍ Heavenly Sword is‌‌​ also my disciple.”‍⁠

“What⁠‍⁠ the hell happened​‌⁠ in this world​⁠ while I was‌‌‌ gone? Two wives⁠‌⁠ at the same⁠ time!? Does he⁠⁠‌ think he’s some​​‍ ancient emperor!? And‌ on top of‍ that, he’s my‌ disciple!?”

“Heavenly​⁠‌ Sword is also‍ my disciple, but…”‌

“……”⁠‌⁠

“Even​⁠​ if he’s such‌‌ a son-in-law… he’s​‌ still my disciple.‍‌⁠ Sniff…”

What‍‍ the hell has​‌ this guy been‍ saying for a while now?

***‍‌‌

“My​ loooord…!”

Choi‍ Seol-Ah threw herself⁠‌⁠ at me while​‍ I collapsed all‍ of a sudden.‌ She spread her​ arms to hug⁠‍ me. She was​ insane.

“A⁠ slap for every‌ step you take.”‍

With‌⁠‌ the sashimi, of‌​ course.

“…!”​​⁠

With‍​‌ her good ears,⁠​ Choi Seol-Ah stopped​‌ dead like a wind-up doll.

She‌​‍ seemed like she‌ would back away,‍ but no. She‌ moved sideways like⁠⁠‍ a crab, looking‌​⁠ for a way⁠‌‌ to get closer​ to me.

What​‌ the hell got​‌ into her?

I’m⁠‍ exhausted, damn it.⁠‌

If​⁠​ she was acting​ like this for‌ no reason, I myself was thinking‌ of drilling a hole in her​‍ head to air​​​ out her brain.‌

“What’s‌ wrong? Who do‌‌ you owe money​⁠ to?”

“Excuse‍‍⁠ me?”

“When‌‌⁠ you jumped from​‌‍ the helicopter you⁠‍ said you liked⁠ me. How much​​‌ debt did you‌ pile up to⁠​ be selling my‌‍ image to the⁠‌ point of deceiving‌‍‌ the whole TV⁠ station?”

“…Huh?”‌​⁠

“It’s‍ because I don’t⁠ understand that I’m‍ asking you. I’m⁠ the one who​‌ should have questions,⁠⁠‍ why are you⁠‍⁠ throwing them back‍ at me?!”

“…Wow.‌⁠ Really, sir, your‌⁠‍ common sense…”

I had to hold​​⁠ back the dark‌ impulse crawling up​⁠‍ my palate—I wanted⁠ to rip her‍‍ eyes out for⁠⁠ looking at me‌​⁠ like I was‌ crazy.

In⁠‌⁠ the middle of‌‌ it all, the‌ background was unnecessarily​​ beautiful. The harmony​‌‍ between a half-devastated⁠‍‍ Seoul and the⁠ purple sunset light‌ was like a painting of the⁠‌ word “twilight.”

While​⁠⁠ throwing out endless⁠⁠‍ comments like “Wow”⁠⁠ or “this isn’t‍‍‍ easy,” Choi Seol-Ah‌ asked again.

“I‌ mean, it’s not​ in the sense​‌ you think, sir.⁠‍ It’s something simpler…​‌‌ Don’t you get‍‍⁠ it?”

“Since​ you started grad‌ school, did you‌ pick up the​ habit of speaking‌‌‍ in riddles?”

“Ugh…”​

Choi‌​‍ Seol-Ah brought her‍‌⁠ fingers to her‌ temples. With that⁠‍ sigh, the rubble‌‌⁠ on the ground​‍ shifted. Just as‍ she was about⁠⁠‍ to open her‌​⁠ mouth again—

“Eh?!”‌⁠​

Instead​​‌ of words, she​ let out an​‌ exclamation. Her gaze‌⁠‌ was beyond me.​⁠⁠

But⁠⁠ I felt no‌⁠ presence. Instinctively, I turned my head,‌⁠‍ following her eyes.‌⁠

“…Sa…”⁠​‌

I couldn’t finish the‌​⁠ word.

I didn’t know if​‌‌ it was a dream or reality.⁠‍ The scenery also‍ looked surreal. And⁠​‍ I was physically⁠‍‍ and mentally exhausted.​⁠⁠ It wouldn’t have‌⁠ been strange if​‍ I had fainted‌ and this was​ a dream.

“Hey.”​

The‍‌ image of a man was etched‍‌ into my retina.‍ Black-haired, waving his⁠ hand at me.​

“Long​⁠ time no see.​​ You look well.”‍

“…”​

How⁠ many years had‌​ passed?

If⁠ we assume that​ incident right before⁠‍‍ the final battle‌ against the false‍​ gods wasn’t a dream, then it’s⁠‌​ been ten years.‍

But‍⁠ breathing the same‍⁠‌ air as him—that​‍‍ hadn’t happened for​​ at least fifteen‌ years. Even in‍ my past life,​​ I never once‍ ran into him​‌⁠ while traveling the⁠⁠‌ whole country.

“Sa…jang…nim.”‍

“Don’t‌ call me that‌‌⁠ in such a broken way, it’s⁠‍‌ cheesy.”

Him.‌‍‌

Chief​‌​ Ho Ah-Hyun.

The‌‍‌ founding hero Balor​‍ Joaquin rubbed his​‍​ chin with his‌‌‍ thumb, looking a bit embarrassed. Then,​​ without saying much​⁠‌ else, he spoke.‍

“Have⁠​ you been well?”⁠‌

Sunset​‌ was falling. The‌​⁠ hazy glow of​⁠ the evening reflected⁠ in the glass‌ of the 63⁠‍ Building. Even though‍‌‌ it resembled Earth,‍‌ the brilliantly shining‍ stars made it‍⁠ clear this was‌ the world of‍‍‍ “Blessing of the‍​​ Apocalypse M.”

The‌⁠​ world I inherited​‌ from my adoptive⁠ father.

I smiled so hard‍​‍ that my dimples⁠‍​ showed. If I relaxed my expression,‍‍ I felt a hot tear would‌ fall.

“Yes.‍ Thanks to you.”​​

My​ father smiled.

“I‍​ see.”

For‌⁠‌ a moment, we⁠ simply looked at​ each other in⁠​⁠ silence. At some⁠⁠ point, the Sword‍‍ Master also joined‍‌⁠ us. Seeing the‌ dust on his⁠ clothes, he must​⁠ have evacuated people‌‍⁠ before coming.

“Heavenly‍‍⁠ Sword.”

Just‍⁠ as the Sword‍‌ Master tried to​ speak, something disrupted‌ the sky. Everyone‍‍ looked up.

“(One⁠‌‌ last effort, squeak!)”‍‌‌

“(Use‍​‍ every last drop⁠‌⁠ of energy, squeak!)”‍‌

“(Damn⁠ it! How does‍‍ the commander’s invincible‍ army end up​ humiliated like this?‍ What a disgrace,⁠ squeak!)”

It​ was Lycan’s supposed​ elite. They descended‍‍ from the sky‍‍ like rays of⁠⁠‍ light, each carrying‌‌⁠ one of my⁠‍‍ companions.

“Heavenly⁠ Sword!”

Rachel⁠⁠ shouted.

“(This⁠​ woman is heavy,‍ squeak!)”

“(Breathe,‌‍​ breathe, squeak!)”

“(We’re‌ not pack squirrels!‌⁠‌ What kind of‍ torture is this,‍​ squeak!)”

As‍‌⁠ if one wasn’t‍ enough, several squirrels⁠ carried a companion‍​​ each, holding their⁠ arms and legs.‌⁠

Rachel,‍​‌ Leon, Media Poison,​ and Speedweapon were⁠‍ approaching in the‍⁠‍ same state. By​ the way, Leon‌‌ is a Nephilim,‌⁠ doesn’t he have⁠​ wings? Why is‍‌ he riding?

Awoooo!‌⁠

Awoooo!⁠‌

Just‍​ as I was‍ about to get‍ indignant, a deep‍​ howl resounded. It‌‌ was the roar‌‌ of a beast⁠⁠ that blended perfectly‌‌​ with the twilight.⁠⁠

A wolf.

Sköll‌‍ and Hati ran⁠⁠ after the squirrels,‌‍‌ swift on all​​‌ fours. On their⁠‍‍ backs rode Ryozo‌‍⁠ and Abel.

The‍​ group landed first.‍ The squirrels didn’t​ waste time fleeing.‍⁠​

“(Save​ us, Heavenly Sword!)”⁠‍

“(Those‌​‍ wolves have been‍​‌ licking their lips⁠‍ at us for‌‍‍ a while! We’re​⁠‍ not even a decent snack, squeak!)”⁠‍‍

They‌ hid behind my‍⁠ heels and started‍⁠‌ gossiping.

Taking​ advantage of the​⁠ moment, Rachel spread‍ her arms to​⁠ hug me. I felt like she⁠‌‍ was about to‍ crush me like⁠⁠ a can. I twisted my abs‌ hard to avoid⁠‍‍ it.

Rachel,‍‌⁠ dragged by inertia,‌⁠ smashed face-first into⁠‌⁠ the asphalt.

“Pfff!”‌​

So⁠​‌ slow.

“That⁠ was cruel, Geom-Ma.”⁠‌‍

Rachel‌⁠ rubbed the lump​‍‌ on her head‍ with tears in⁠‌​ her eyes.

“This‌ isn’t the time‍⁠ for that.”

“What‍ does the timing​⁠ matter for love?⁠⁠ In my twenties​ it was all‌⁠⁠ passion, you know!”⁠

Huh?​‍‌

While‌‌⁠ grumbling, Rachel twisted‍​ her neck. She‌‌ had spotted a black-haired man. That​​ was suspicious. In‌ the whole world,‍⁠ only one person‌ had completely black​‍‍ hair—Kang Geom-Ma.

Rachel’s⁠​ eyes curved. She‌ could see people’s‌⁠​ secrets as if​⁠ they were fog.⁠‍ It was an‌‍​ almost supernatural intuition.‍‍‍ That ability whispered‍‍ in her ear⁠ who that middle-aged‍ man was.

“Father.”​‍

Rachel‍​ knelt with elegance.⁠‍⁠ She joined both​ hands with decorum‌ and bowed respectfully‍‌‌ to the man.​‍

“I‌​ am Rachel de​‌‌ Mura, daughter of‌‌‍ the Changseong family.​​​ Lord Richard de‍⁠ Mura is my‌​ uncle…”

“R-Rachel.​⁠‌ What are you​ doing? Get up.”‌

Kang‌⁠ Geom-Ma took her​​ by the shoulder.⁠ That was a bad sign. Obviously.⁠ Rachel acting modest‌ and humble wasn’t‍⁠‍ normal, nor should‌ it be.

‘Iron⁠‌ block.’

But​ Rachel pushed him⁠​‍ off with her⁠⁠ shoulder and slipped‌ free. Kang Geom-Ma‍⁠ looked at his⁠‍ hand, stunned.

“I‍‌​ greet the father⁠ of the Heavenly⁠ Sword.”

Ryozo‌​ and Abel also​​ dismounted. They didn’t‌‌⁠ fully understand what⁠​‌ was happening, so‌‍⁠ they stayed quiet.‌⁠​ Balor Joaquin watched⁠‌ the scene in‌⁠‌ amazement.

“Then,​​‍ what are you​ to him?”

“I’m​ his girlfriend.”

“……?”⁠‍‌

Since⁠⁠‌ when?

Kang⁠‍ Geom-Ma was about‌ to step in,⁠​ but Balor Joaquin‍ beat him to⁠‍‌ it.

“That‍‍ guy’s already married‍​ to two women.”‍

“They‌⁠‍ say a true​ hero doesn’t love‌‍⁠ just one flower,​​‌ but stirs the​‌⁠ whole reed field.‌‍ In that case,‍ I am but⁠ one more blade⁠‍ among them.”

Rachel‌‍‍ replied solemnly.

“I​‍‍ am heir of⁠‌⁠ Changseong, but also​⁠‍ a woman who⁠⁠ admires Kang Geom-Ma.”​​‍

What‍ a fluent way‌ of speaking.

“……”⁠

Kang⁠‍ Geom-Ma rolled his​‍‍ eyes like a rusty hinge. He‍ was receiving the​‌ intense stares of​‌ his two wives.​‌

‘Save​‌‌ me.’

This​​⁠ was hell.

He‌​ had just finished⁠​‍ saving the world,‍‌ and now his⁠​⁠ home was about​ to collapse.

Rachel​ stayed prostrate. Balor‌‌ Joaquin, with a vein throbbing on‌ his temple, spoke‍‍ to Kang Geom-Ma.⁠

“Disciple.”​​

The​⁠‌ chief smiled.

I also smiled like‍‌‌ nothing was wrong.⁠​

“Yes.”​​⁠

“Do⁠ you remember what⁠‌‍ I told you‍ when you came‍​​ down from the⁠‍ mountain?”

“This⁠‌⁠ clumsy disciple has⁠ already forgotten.”

“There​⁠ are three things​‍⁠ a man must⁠‍ be careful of.”‍‌

The⁠⁠‌ chief raised three‌‌ fingers.

“By‍‌‌ the way, you‌ speak very well,​ huh?”

“My​ tongue could never​‌​ compare to yours,‍‌ master.”

“Yes.⁠ You always had⁠​⁠ a talent for‌‌​ speaking, though your‌ lack of eloquence⁠ was due to‍⁠​ your evasive nature.‍‍ But yes, your⁠​ way of speaking⁠ has improved.”

“How​‌‌ embarrassing.”

He⁠⁠⁠ folded his pinky.⁠‍

“And‌ you use the⁠‌​ sword well. I’m‌‍‍ impressed.”

“No,‍ I still fall‌‍‌ short. I can’t⁠‍ even reach your​⁠ feet…”

“Shut‌​ up and listen.”‌‍⁠

“Yes.”‍

He​⁠⁠ folded his index‌​ finger. The order‌‌ was strange.

“…But⁠‌ compared to the⁠ last thing, all​⁠ that is nothing.”⁠⁠

Obviously,⁠​ only the middle‌‍ finger was left.​‍

The‌​ chief pointed it⁠ at me with​ a gesture.

“What‍ the hell have‌ you been doing?”⁠‌⁠

“Well…”⁠‌

“Two⁠‍​ wives?”

He​‍ looked at Ryozo‍‍ and Abel. Both‌⁠​ flinched and clung‍‌ to my arms,‌​ competing for my​‌⁠ side.

“Nice‍‌‌ to meet you,‌​ father.”

Ryozo​‍ usually doesn’t speak​‍‍ without certainty, so‍ this was surprising.​‍​ Even without clear‌‍ confirmation, she politely‌⁠⁠ addressed Balor Joaquin.‌⁠‌

“I​‌ am Kang Geom-Ma’s⁠‌‍ first wife and…”‌‌⁠

Abel‌‌ cut in.

While⁠ trying to push​​ her with her‌‍​ cheek, she said.​

“Hello.⁠‍ I am daughter‌ of the Nibelung⁠ family and granddaughter⁠ of the Sword‌​‌ Master…”

“Cough!”‍‍

“Hey,​​ Abel. Introductions always‌ follow the order‍ of arrival, you‍⁠ know?”

“Oh.‍⁠ I didn’t know‌ such a rule‍‍​ existed. What a recent discovery.”

“…Could‍​ it be that⁠⁠⁠ Kali Yuga hasn’t​ been eliminated yet?‍ A dear family⁠‍‌ of mine seems​‍ to still be⁠‍‌ trapped in an‌‍‌ illusion, apparently.”

And​ so began an‍⁠ open fight on​⁠ Hangang Bridge.

While⁠‌ Balor Joaquin and‍ I watched the‌‍ scene in disbelief,‌​‍ Media Poison quietly​ approached.

“Hello.”‌

Balor​‍‌ Joaquin glanced sideways​‍⁠ at her.

“I‍‍​ see. And what’s⁠‍⁠ your relationship with⁠ that guy? If‍ you’re his girlfriend,⁠‍​ go line up⁠ with the blonde‍‌ over there. She⁠⁠‌ cut ahead.”

“Yes,‍​‌ understood.”

Media‍ Poison trotted with​⁠ short steps to‍‍ where Rachel was.‌

That‌‍ way, I was⁠‌‌ left alone with​​‌ the chief.

“Disciple.”‌​‌

“Yes,​⁠ chief.”

Under​​​ the starry sky,​​ a nearly poetic‌‌⁠ dialogue began.

“Did‌​‌ you dream a sad dream?”

“No,‍‍⁠ not at all.”‍‌

“Then‌‌‌ why do you‍ cry so sadly?”‍‍​

Another​ star shone at​‍ the corner of‌‍⁠ the disciple’s eye.⁠

“I’m​‍ so moved to‍‍ be able to‌⁠ speak with my‍​ master again… I couldn’t help it.”‌‍⁠

“I‍ feel the same.”⁠

The⁠ master folded the‍​ middle finger.

Clack!‍‍ It turned into‍‍‍ a rock.

“Come,⁠ let’s talk.”

The‍‌ chief’s favorite means⁠ of communication has‍‌ always been the⁠​ fist of love.⁠

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