The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 802

Chapter 802

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Thunk!

Raon parried Jarek’s cane sword and stepped forward with the Supreme Harmony Steps.

As he infused the principle of the swift sword into the fastest steps of the Supreme Harmony Steps, his vision darkened, and before he knew it, Jarek's white beard was right in front of his nose.

“Hah!”

Jarek raised his white eyebrows high, as if he hadn’t anticipated such speed.

However, like the swordsman who had awakened his mind’s eye, he accurately defended the shoulder Raon had targeted and retreated.

Clang!

Using the metallic sound that burst forth when Heavenly Drive clashed with the crane sword as a stepping stone, Raon moved forward one more step.

Closing the gap where it was awkward to thrust his sword, he extended his left hand and unleashed Wrath’s Silver Moon Demonic Palm.

Fwaaaaaang!

The powerful cold energy compressed from frost exploded in front of Jarek’s eyes, freezing everything around them in white.

"Make sure you melt all this before you go."

Jarek scowled as he stepped on the frozen grass. As if he had predicted that Raon would use a palm technique, he used the hilt of his cane sword to block the cold energy of the Silver Moonic Demon Palm.

It was an absurdly perfect defense.

“Of course.”

Raon nodded calmly and unleashed the Fangs of Insanity. He pressured the space where Jarek stood with the sharpened senses he had honed.

‘He dodges everything.’

Jarek seemed to be familiar with every move of the Fangs of Insanity, blending evasion and defense harmoniously to block Raon’s every attack.

'Mind's eye huh...'

Jarek had said that the mind's eye wasn't like an eye that reads minds, but the longer the fight went on, the more Raon felt certain that he was reading his thoughts.

'He's not someone who would lie. If that’s the case, then that ability is…'

Insight.

It must be a special kind of insight that has reached the realm of perception.

Insight is an ability to instantly grasp a phenomenon, and Jarek’s insight seemed to have far surpassed human bounds.

Clang!

Narrowing his eyes, Raon watched as Jarek's cane sword twisted and aimed at his abdomen through the flow of the Fangs of Insanity.

'Then how can I break the mind's eye?'

Various ways to shatter Jarek's insight, which had reached the extreme, came to mind.

He could press with physical strength, overpower him with immense aura, use Lawrence’s Reverse Sea, or break Jarek’s insight with swordsmanship that exceeded the limits of the mind’s eye.

‘My path is already decided.’

Winning by using another method might feel satisfying, but it wouldn’t help me grow.

Just like when I fought Lawrence, I need to break Jarek's mind's eye solely with my own swordsmanship for my time at the Holy Sword Alliance to have meaning

Clang!

Jarek stepped back with a hardened expression, as if he had read Raon's resolve.

“It looks like you’ve realized something.”

He lowered his eyebrows, his wariness deepening.

"I haven't realized anything, but from now on, things will be a bit different."

Raon rotated the Ring of Fire to its extreme. Treating his body as a single sword, he imbued the principles of swordsmanship into the movements of his muscles and aura.

A state of mind (mental state) one step beyond the unity of sword and spirit—a new realm that only he, who had mastered the versatile sword, could reach.

Whoosh!

Sensing something ominous, Jarek stepped back, but Raon followed him to his left and unleashed the Crimson Slash.

He didn’t just follow the principles of the already perfected Crimson Slash, but added the principle of swift sword and powerful sword most suitable for the current situation.

"Ugh!"

Jarek let out a low groan and swung his cane sword to strike the trajectory of Heavenly Drive.

Clang!

Just as Jarek’s cane sword was about to touch Heavenly Drive, Raon changed his swordsmanship. He imbued the Crimson Slash with the principle of the severing sword.

Clang!

It was as if Jarek had read even that decision, he tilted his cane sword diagonally.

A heavy aura supported his shoulder—the perfect stance to block the severing sword.

‘As expected.’

Raon nodded quietly. He had expected that Jarek’s mind’s eye would predict even the changes in his swordsmanship.

‘Which is why I will break it.’

The severing sword, a unique principle that cuts off the flow of the opponent’s swordsmanship. With the severing sword he had honed until now, he swung the Crimson Slash downward.

Kwaaaaaa!

Jarek also did not retreat. Wrapped in heavy sword energy strike like a rock, he advanced toward the pouring Crimson Slash.

He exuded confidence in his abilities and swordsmanship.

Swoosh!

Raon’s Heavenly Drive and Jarek’s cane sword clashed head-on.

The clash between the severing sword and the heavy sword is like a fight between scissors and rock. Normally, it should end with the rock's victory, but this time the result was different.

Screech!

The principle of severing sword within Heavenly Drive cut through the heavy sword’s flow, leaving a small sword scar on Jarek’s waist.

Splat.

Jarek opened his mouth wide, seemingly unable to believe the blood trickling from his waist.

He looked astonished, as if it was unbelievable that the severing sword had broken through the heavy sword.

“What… what are you…?”

“I told you, I’m Raon Zieghart…”

“Not your name!”

Jarek waved his hand, dismissing Raon’s words.

“To break the natural advantage… Does that even make sense? That was definitely the severing sword!”

Still unable to accept it, he glared with his right eye.

"It was indeed the severing sword. It feels like I've broken through a wall, albeit slightly."

Raon nodded with a smile. Perhaps because he had trusted himself, the achievement (mastery/ proficiency) of the severing sword, which had always lagged behind, had greatly increased.

"...Growing during a spar—what an insane talent."

"No, that's not it."

He shook his head while looking at the mountain behind.

“It’s the result of sparring daily with the Holy Sword Alliance’s swordsmen.”

The countless spar with Lawrence and the other Holy Sword Alliance’s swordsmen had helped him achieve this growth in swordsmanship.

This was a result of talent, effort, and luck combined.

“That makes sense.”

Jarek nodded, understanding now.

"But to use the severing sword in that situation, was it the principle you used often?"

“No.”

Raon shook his head slowly.

"The severing sword is the principle I'm worst at."

Unlike straightforward principles like the powerful sword, swift sword, and heavy sword, the severing sword—a principle focused more on counterattacks—didn't suit his nature and was slow to progress. Out of all the principles, it was the one lagging behind.

“What? Then why…?”

“Just because it’s hard and difficult doesn’t mean you can give up.”

Though the severing sword didn't suit him and was challenging, he’d never given up on it.

He’d put more effort and time into it than other principles, and perhaps because of that, it had been the first to bloom.

“You… you’re a real monster.”

Jarek lowered his stance, twisting his lips. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Despite showing a sage-like demeanor, he too was a swordsman of the Holy Sword Alliance, with overflowing competitiveness.

“Well then, shall we continue?”

Raon calmly raised Heavenly Drive. This wasn’t a spar to win, it was one to improve himself.

This was an experience money couldn’t buy, so he had to give it his all.

Boom!

Raon, without running away from Jarek’s mind’s eye, which seemed to see right through him, vowed to shatter his insight itself and moved forward.

Crash!

*  *  *

Clang!

Jarek was pushed far back as he collided with Raon's Heavenly Drive.

"T-That's enough..."

Jarek shook his head, propping himself up with his cane sword on the ground. His lips trembled as if he was too exhausted to speak.

“Already?”

Raon lowered Heavenly Drive and blinked. He was reluctant to end the spar like this, as there were still many sword techniques he hadn't fully mastered.

“Already?! The sun has set!”

Jarek raised his hand toward the sky. Indeed, the sun had set, and the moon had risen.

They had started in the morning, so it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say they’d fought all day.

“I can’t fight anymore! If I move any further, my back will snap in half!”

Jarek sighed deeply, admitting that while he had aura left, his stamina had reached its limit.

He was really exhausted, his beard and eyebrows were soaked with sweat, sticking together like a brush.

“Alright, let’s stop here.”

Raon smacked his lips and lowered Heavenly Drive. His own condition was a wreck too, but the joy of improving his swordsmanship had made him unaware of his sweat.

“Both of you did great!”

Dorian eagerly approached, handing towels and water to both Raon and Jarek.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

Raon nodded as he wiped his sweat with the towel.

'It's beyond my expectations.'

The result from training and spar here for over a month had all burst forth in an instant.

It felt as if the swordsmanship he had nurtured in his mental world had grown significantly.

‘This is also…’

Raon smiled faintly, looking at Jarek, who was catching his breath.

‘…Because I had such a good opponent.’

Jarek was not just someone who possessed the mind's eye, he was an exceptional swordsman who had refined countless sword techniques.

Thanks to his direct confrontation, Raon had been able to gain many realizations.

“Now I understand what the alliance master meant.”

Jarek closed his eyes tightly, hanging the sweat-soaked towel around his neck.

“Grandfather?”

"Yes. He said I'd have some trouble when you came, and this is what he meant."

He shook his head, saying that if he’d known things would turn out like this, he wouldn’t have brought Dorian along.

“M-Master!”

Dorian's mouth fell open, looking genuinely shocked.

"Even if you hadn’t brought him, I would have requested to spar anyway."

Raon laughed, saying that possibility didn’t matter.

“Master! Are you abandoning me? You promised to make me a Transcender of Supplies!”

Dorian sniffled and grabbed Jarek's ankle.

"It was a joke! A joke! And when did I ever say I’d make you A Transcender of Supplies?"

Jarek kicked Dorian aside, telling him to stop spouting nonsense.

"You two look good together."

Raon smiled faintly, watching Jarek and Dorian interact like true master and disciple.

"Right?"

"What's so good about it!"

Dorian chuckled happily, as if he liked the compliment, while Jarek quickly turned his head away.

"Ahem, I realized I made a mistake earlier."

Jarek awkwardly shifted his gaze.

“A mistake?”

Raon tilted his head. Since he was satisfied with the spar, he didn't know what Jarek might have done wrong.

“I told you that you didn't have the talent for the mind’s eye, but I was wrong.”

“Could it be…”

“Yes. You may not be at Dorian’s level, but you had the dormant talent to awaken the mind’s eye.”

Jarek nodded, saying he was certain.

"I was just fighting based on my intuition..."

“Didn’t I tell you? The mind's eye isn't something grand like an eye that reads the heart or mind, when that intuition becomes extremely sharp, it will blossom into the mind’s eye.”

He waved his hand with a smile.

"It's hard to believe, but you might be really kind-hearted and timid."

H-He, kind-hearted and timid? Absolutely not!

Wrath shook his head furiously, calling it ridiculous.

This brat would survive anywhere, even if he fell into the heart of Devildom or Heaven. No—he’d enslave everyone there! He’s a monster!

He slapped Jarek’s cheek, telling him to come to his senses.

“Do meditate often. The mind’s eye isn’t in your physical eyes but in your heart.”

After giving advice about the mind's eye, Jarek leaned back on a wooden chair.

“Thank you for the guidance.”

Raon bowed respectfully to Jarek.

‘Reverse Sea, Raging Sea, and mind’s eye…’

If elements of the mind’s eye were incorporated into the martial arts that combine the Reverse Sea and the Raging Sea, it seemed possible to create a martial art capable of killing the White Blood Religion’s leader even in her spirit form.

'This is worth researching.'

He drew a rough sketch in his mind, resolving to think about it properly after returning to his family.

“You seem to have realized something already. Your eyes are sparkling.”

Jarek said it was fascinating and smirked. Hearing the word 'eyes,' Raon recalled what Jarek had said earlier.

“Sir Jarek.”

Raon looked into Jarek’s half-closed eyes.

"Earlier, you mentioned Inan (human eye), Cheonan (heavenly eye), and Maan (demon/demonic eye) to me. What do they mean?"

“Inan refers to the eye that humans should possess. It means that you are living according to the principles expected of a human.”

Jarek clicked his tongue, saying there were many people who didn’t even have that human eye.

“Then what is the heavenly eye?”

“Heavenly is an eye where a sacred god dwells and is a good eye, while the demonic eye is the eye of a demon, in which darkness dwells and is an evil eye.”

“A demon’s eye…”

Raon bit his lip, glancing at Wrath. He wasn’t sure about the heavenly eye, but he could guess the meaning of the demonic eye.

“But that’s just a rumor spread by people who talk too much. No one’s ever proven that the heavenly eye is truly good or that the demonic eye is truly evil. People just divided them according to the words they preferred.”

Jarek shook his head, saying that matters concerning god and demon are something one must think through on their own.

“One thing that’s certain is that both god and demon might dwell within you.”

He said this, gazing at Raon with quiet certainty.

“God…”

Raon understood why he had the demonic eye—Wrath, a demon, was stuck to him like a leech—but he wasn’t sure about the god part.

Perhaps it was because of Uriel, whom Derus had summoned.

W-who are you calling a leech! You’re the real leech here!

Wrath’s jowls quivered in outrage.

“I see.”

Raon imprinted the knowledge of the heavenly and demonic eyes into his mind as he stood up.

"Are you leaving now? Because of you, I’ll need to recuperate for a while..."

"No. You've rested enough. It's time for round two."

Raon blinked, as if asking what nonsense Jarek was talking about.

“Stand up.”

“Ah…”

Jarek, who hadn't even considered the thought of a second round, opened his eyes wide in shock.

“Didn’t you hear me? I told you, I have no strength left!”

"Give up."

Dorian handed Jarek his cane sword, shaking his head.

“There’s no stopping Sir Raon in this state.”

He stepped back, saying it’d be better to spar again quickly.

“Ugh…”

Jarek’s hand shook as he gripped his cane sword.

His face instantly looked ten years older, like he’d become a frail old man.

"You punk! I'm older than your grandfather!"

"Then you must know more sword techniques than him. Let's continue."

"Arghhh!"

Once again, someone’s scream echoed throughout the Holy Sword Alliance.

* * *

Early morning.

Raon, who had been meditating motionlessly like a statue, slowly opened his eyes.

'It's already begun.'

The Holy Sword Alliance’s mornings began early.

The people here valued swordsmanship above all else, training in it before even washing up or eating breakfast.

Though many swordsmen in Zieghart also began training at dawn, it was rare to see anyone dedicating themselves so passionately, sparring and honing their techniques with everything they had.

“You seem to have grown used to the mornings here at the Holy Sword Alliance.”

Rector, who was leaning against the wall of the training ground, smiled softly as he watched Raon.

“Right.”

Raon nodded with a smile.

“It's been two months since I arrived here.”

Having stayed at the Holy Sword Alliance for two months, it now felt stranger to not hear the sounds of swords clashing at dawn or at night.

“What about the others?”

“They left before sunrise. They’re probably already crossing swords with someone.”

Rector shrugged, mentioning that Martha, Runaan, and Burren had already headed outside.

“They’re working hard, too.”

The three team leaders had adapted to this place even faster than him and were growing daily.

The experience of training and sparring with swordsmen who had refined their techniques to the utmost was immensely beneficial to them all.

“Perhaps I should bring the whole Light Wind division here someday. Or, maybe I could arrange a spar between all of Zieghart and the Holy Sword Alliance.”

It was impossible now, but someday, once the Holy Sword Alliance’s master’s true identity was fully revealed, he felt he would be able to act without holding back.

"It's a shame."

Raon clicked his tongue as he listened to the piercing sound of sword strikes echoing like birdsong.

“It’s almost time for me to leave.”

From the beginning, the time to stay at the Holy Sword Alliance was set to two months, because the situation on the continent was chaotic and he couldn't leave the Light Wind division alone.

“I wouldn’t mind you staying here forever.”

Rector laughed, saying Raon was welcome to stay for as long as he liked.

“I’d love to, but I can’t abandon my subordinates.”

Raon shook his head. He wasn’t just responsible for his team leaders but for the entire Light Wind division.

As good as the training here was, he couldn’t stay indefinitely.

“That’s the right choice.”

Rector nodded, seeming pleased.

“So, when do you plan to leave?”

“There’s a lot to sort out, so I’m planning to leave next week.”

“If it’s about sorting things out… then that should come first.”

“Yes.”

Raon, holding Heavenly Drive’s hilt, nodded heavily.

“Now, it’s time to end it.”

* * *

The next day.

As soon as evening came, Raon left the mansion and headed up the mountain where Lawrence resided.

But unlike the usual, where he would climb alone, behind him were Rector, Burren, Runaan, Martha, Dorian, and a few swordsmen from the Holy Sword Alliance who followed him.

“I told you not to come.”

Raon turned around and frowned at them.

“How could I not watch this?”

"Exactly. We want to see that little punk Lawrence get thrashed."

The Master of the Demon General sword and the Master of the Stringed Sword, who sparred with him daily, shook their heads, insisting on coming along.

“We’ve got to see how strong our leader has become.”

“If you haven’t grown stronger than me, be ready for some scolding.”

"If you lose, buy me bead ice cream..."

Burren, Martha, and Runaan's eyes sparkled with determination to watch.

"Since you tormented me for two weeks, you should show me the results."

Jarek said, frowning deeply as he joined them.

“Master! Here you go!”

Dorian, sticking close to Jarek, handed him tea and raisin cookies.

At this point, they looked less like master and disciple and more like a caregiver and patient. 

Co, cookies! Raisin cookies! Even the King of Essence likes those!

Wrath grabbed Raon’s hair, expressing his desire for the cookies.

‘Alright, alright! Just be quiet for a bit!’

Raon shook his head as he took the cookies from Dorian.

With so many people tagging along, it was hard to keep his head clear.

“This feels nice somehow.”

“Ho ho ho.”

Mustan and Rector smiled gently, seemingly enjoying the lively atmosphere.

Hmm...

Wrath, savoring the cookie Raon got from Dorian, then turned to narrow his eyes at Raon.

Now you always have many people around you. When the King of Essence first saw you, you were a loner tucked away in a corner.

He chuckled as if he found it amusing.

'A loner, huh...'

Raon glanced around at the people chatting amongst themselves and nodded softly.

‘Maybe that’s true.’

In his previous life, he had been the leader of the shadows but hadn't formed good relationships with anyone.

Since he’d lived a life where everyone viewed each other as tools, even when he was reborn as Raon Zieghart, his deep-seated distrust made it difficult to build relationships.

But fortunately, through the many bonds he formed, he found himself surrounded by good people. Although his responsibilities grew and sometimes felt burdensome, they allowed him to experience a happiness unlike anything before.

The king was like that too! With his innate charisma, he captivated all demons! The King of Essence is truly the greatest...

Wrath raised his round fist, shouting about his charisma. Who knows what this chubby cat is talking about.

'...I see.'

W-wait, the King of Essence isn’t finished yet!

‘I have a spar now, so keep quiet.’

Krrgghh...

Raon lightly nudged Wrath aside and stood on the open ground in front of the cave.

“So annoyingly loud.”

Lawrence stepped out of the cave with a frown, as if he’d been waiting.

“It’s just a spar like always, why did so many people come!”

He waved his hand as if telling them to go back.

"Let them be. It's our last one."

Raon shrugged his shoulders. Since it was his last spar before leaving for Zieghart, having spectators didn’t seem so bad.

“Hmm…”

Lawrence erased his annoyed expression and pressed his lips tightly together.

He seemed somewhat disappointed that Raon was leaving.

“It’ll be over quickly anyway…”

Sighing shortly, Lawrence descended onto the open ground.

“Today’s spar will be a bit different.”

Raon looked at Lawrence with eyes burning red.

"We'll spar just once, but with the intent to decisively defeat the opponent."

"No wonder your eyes are so fierce."

Lawrence chuckled as if he'd expected this.

"Fine. Let's start right away without delay."

He curled his long, branch-like fingers, beckoning Raon to come at him.

Sword Field Creation, Harmony of Heaven and Demon.

Even before starting the spar, Raon drew Heavenly Drive and the Blade of Requiem, activating his sword field.

The sun and moon rose over the dim mountain.

He raised the divine sword of flames within the sun and drew the demonic sword of frost under the moonlight.

“You…”

Lawrence’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting Raon to use his sword field.

“Don't let your guard down. With the martial arts I've honed here...”

Raon aimed the divine sword blazing with flames and curled his lips into a smile.

"I will defeat you."

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