The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 800

Chapter 800

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Kwoong!

Raon stepped firmly with a heavy yet strong advance, leaning his upper body forward.

Adding the speed of the wind to the aura surging from his energy center and imbuing the flames blossoming from his grip with variable sword and illusion sword.

Rather than being content with performing swordsmanship through his sword, he added the principles of swordsmanship in all his movements as if his own body had turned into a sword.

Heavy sword, powerful sword, swift sword, wind sword, illusion sword, variable sword, and finally, as he brought out the principle of the destructive sword at the tip of the blade, a new flow emerged, as if the swordsmanship itself was evolving.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaa!

Raon's sword strike pushed back the white waves of the Reverse Sea, gleaming with an even sharper energy wave, like a river flowing upstream.

“Insane…”

Lawrence’s half-closed eyes opened wide.

'Is this even possible?'

He tried to suppress Raon's swordsmanship using the Reverse Sea, but it wasn’t easy. Raon’s sword had already stepped onto the threshold of a new realm.

'There's no other choice!'

He could no longer stop Raon at the same level. Swallowing his pride, Lawrence activated the Reverse Sea at its limit.

Whoosh!

A white current imbued with the waves of the Reverse Sea bloomed from Lawrence's fingertips, swallowing Raon's sword that had been advancing without hesitation.

Kuuuuuuung!

In the end, Raon's evolved swordsmanship was halted in front of the wall of the Reverse Sea and faded away.

“Sigh…”

Lawrence exhaled a low sigh, bending over. He wiped the sweat streaming down his forehead and lifted his trembling gaze.

"You just now..."

"Was it not enough?"

Raon furrowed his brow, not at Lawrence but at Heavenly Drive.

‘I guess I need a bit more time to get used to it.’

The swordsmen of the Holy Sword Alliance lived embodying the sword in their very lives, regardless of their level.

He had attempted to embed the sword into his body and soul like them, but it seemed he fell a bit short.

"What on earth are you?"

Lawrence bit his lip, glaring at Raon.

"Just now, it wasn't aura—it was purely your swordsmanship that almost shattered the Reverse Sea!"

He trembled as if he couldn’t comprehend it.

“I tried to embody the sword in my life like the swordsmen of the Holy Sword Alliance. Though it seems I failed due to my inexperience.”

Raon sighed in regret.

"What nonsense! I've lived in the Holy Sword Alliance for decades, but I've never heard or seen someone like you!"

Lawrence shook his head in disbelief.

"I merely tried to express what I felt through my sword and body."

Raon gave a brief smile as he looked at Lawrence.

"By the way, this 'Reverse Sea' you keep mentioning—what is it? Is it your martial art, Sir Lawrence?"

“Yes. It’s an incomplete martial art I’ve learned.”

Lawrence leaned back against a tree and nodded.

“Incomplete?”

“Remember when I said I'd read all the books my mother brought and those in the library?”

“Yes.”

"That house originally belonged to the apostle who kept me alive. Many of the books there were martial arts manuals."

He looked up at the sky and let out a low sigh.

"One of them was the martial art manual for the Reverse Sea. It’s a swordsmanship focused more on countering the opponent’s techniques than on offense. However, it was only a theoretical manual that even the creator couldn't properly master."

"Even the creator couldn't master it?"

“It required special eyes.”

Lawrence pointed to his own golden eyes.

"My eyes can read the flow of the opponent's aura and movements directly. Thanks to that, I was able to learn the Reverse Sea. Though it's still incomplete."

He nodded, acknowledging that without his innate eyes, he wouldn’t have been able to use the Reverse Sea.

“But the Reverse Sea isn’t invincible. Monsters like your grandfathers can simply bulldoze through with sheer force.”

Lawrence clicked his tongue, admitting it wasn’t an invincible technique.

“Hm…”

Raon clicked his tongue briefly after listening to Lawrence.

‘So that’s why I couldn’t imitate it even while using the Ring of Fire.’

He had an idea of how the Reverse Sea worked, but didn’t feel he could replicate it.

He thought it was strange, but now he understood—without innate eyes like Lawrence’s, replicating the Reverse Sea was impossible.

To be born with eyes like that only to use them for countering techniques—how pathetic!

Wrath muttered in frustration, shaking his head.

If it were the King of Essence, he would have focused solely on smashing everything!

‘Yeah, you would… Wait a second.’

Raon gulped, looking at Wrath, who had a furrowed brow.

What are you staring at?

Wrath glared with his blue eyes, annoyed.

‘If I use the Evil Eye of Wrath…’

I might be able to replicate Lawrence’s eyes to some extent.

“Sir Lawrence, could you show me the Reverse Sea again?”

Raon extended his hand toward Lawrence after organizing his thoughts.

“Showing it isn’t hard… but why?”

“I have something I’d like to try.”

Without hesitation, he executed the Crimson Slash with Heavenly Drive.

Whoosh!

Lawrence, as if answering, raised his hand in a knife-hand stance and used the Reverse Sea.

The moment his golden eyes flashed, the flames and flow in Heavenly Drive's Crimson Slash melted away in an instant.

‘Now I understand.’

Raon lowered Heavenly Drive and extended his left hand.

‘If I use the Evil Eye of Wrath to read the opponent’s movements and use the Ring of Fire to perceive the flow of aura…’

It's possible.

The martial art called the Reverse Sea was indeed difficult and complex, but having watched it daily for a month, he felt capable of replicating it.

Raon simultaneously used the Evil Eye of Wrath and the Ring of Fire. He replicated Lawrence's hand motion and aura flow as he watched him execute the Reverse Sea.

Whoosh!

As the two Reverse Seas clashed, the two currents melted silently, like shields colliding.

“Huh…?”

Lawrence trembled as he saw the aura of his Reverse Sea vanish from his own hand.

“What did you just…?”

“So this is how you use it. Now I understand.”

Raon smiled, looking at his left hand, where not a trace of aura remained.

“D-did you just copy the Reverse Sea? Without eyes like mine, how…!”

Lawrence stared at Raon, his gaze filled with shock.

“My eyesight is quite good, you see.”

Not wanting to reveal the Evil Eye of Wrath, Raon gave a light smile, saying he was lucky.

“Haah, I thought nothing about you could surprise me anymore…”

Lawrence clutched his chest, his heart still pounding.

“It’s also thanks to you for continuing to spar with me, Sir Lawrence.”

Raon bowed in gratitude.

"I feel awful. I think I know why those who lost to me had such expressions."

Lawrence frowned, seemingly recalling the faces of the swordsmen he had defeated.

“There’s no need to thank me.”

Raon shrugged at Lawrence.

“Thank me, my ass! All you do is make me furious!”

Lawrence fumed, practically jumping up and down.

‘But this Reverse Sea…’

Raon narrowed his eyes as he began using the Reverse Sea once again.

‘It’s similar to the way the Raging Sea is used.’

Ogram’s Raging Sea, which attacks while ignoring the enemy's aura, and the Reverse Sea, which erases the flow of the opponent’s martial arts.

The two martial arts weren’t just similar in name, but the way they were used was also quite alike.

‘Ignoring aura and erasing the flow of… Wait, if I combine the two…’

It seemed that a terrifying sword technique that could destroy both the enemy's aura and martial arts would be born.

‘This is going to be fun.’

Look at what you're thinking!

Wrath clicked his tongue roughly, as if he were fed up.

However, it's still impossible for you to achieve that with your current skills.

He shook his head, saying Raon would need to work hard for quite a while.

‘It wouldn’t be fun if it happened without effort.’

Since his path wouldn’t end at Grandmaster, training with a view toward a more distant goal would certainly be meaningful.

"Then, shall we start again?"

Raon brushed off his hands and gripped Heavenly Drive once more.

"Huh?"

Lawrence, who had been wearing a bitter expression, widened his eyes.

“Again, again? You've learned my Reverse Sea, so shouldn’t that be enough?”

He tilted his head, wondering if Raon had been coming continuously just to learn the Reverse Sea.

“What are you saying?”

Raon let out a small laugh and lowered his hand.

“The Reverse Sea was just something I stumbled upon. I sought you out, Sir Lawrence, to improve my swordsmanship. I’ll keep coming until I can break your Reverse Sea with swordsmanship alone.”

Although Reverse Sea was an extraordinary martial art, he’d never particularly aimed to obtain it. He simply wanted to defeat Lawrence through swordsmanship.

“Besides, fighting you is quite fun.”

“Hmm!”

Lawrence licked his lips, seemingly pleased by Raon’s words.

“Huh? You seem happy. Are you glad that I said I’d keep coming?”

Raon grinned mischievously and nodded his chin toward Lawrence.

“W-what nonsense! I’m annoyed because you’re going to keep coming! Annoyed!”

Lawrence waved his hand, telling Raon to get lost.

“Just don’t cry later when I go back to Zieghart.”

“Please, shut your mouth!”

His face flushed red as he made the first attack for the first time.

Wrath shook his head as he watched Raon and Lawrence begin their spar again.

Every human ends up ruined when they meet this guy.

* * *

After finishing his spar with Lawrence, Raon returned to Rector’s mansion.

As he was about to open the door and enter, he sensed a familiar presence inside.

‘Dorian?’

About two weeks ago, he had visited Dorian with Rector and found him meditating, so he had left without disturbing him. It seemed that Dorian had returned to the mansion today.

It’s him! The wallet is back!

Wrath smiled as if pleased to see Dorian again.

‘It’s been a while.’

Raon chuckled as he opened the door and stepped inside.

"Raon, Dorian has returned."

Runaan, who had been waiting, extended her hand and pointed toward the reception room. Following her finger, Raon saw Dorian standing upright.

“Dori… huh?”

Was he always this good-looking?

With all his excess fat gone, the once ordinary Dorian now looked like an adorable young man.

He had known him for almost ten years, but he hadn’t expected him to be hiding such a face.

“I was surprised too. I didn’t think he looked like that.”

Burren said, letting out a chuckle of disbelief.

“He’s still just Dorian.”

Martha said, shaking her head as if a face didn't mean anything.

“Sir Raon, you’re back.”

Dorian bowed politely toward Raon, looking not only different physically but also showing a change in his demeanor. The lightheartedness he usually displayed was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh, uh, yeah.”

Raon nodded, slightly taken aback.

“What did you learn to lose so much weight?”

Martha rolled her eyes in curiosity as she looked at Dorian.

“I learned and mastered a lot of things. Among them…”

Dorian paused mid-sentence and pulled out a water bottle from his belly pocket.

"Sir Raon, you must be thirsty right now."

Without any hesitation, he offered the water to Raon.

“How did you…?”

As Raon accepted the water, he nodded blankly. He was indeed very thirsty because his spar with Lawrence had gone on for a long time today, and Dorian had accurately noticed his condition.

"Lady Ruunan is craving bead ice cream for the first time in a while."

Dorian approached Runaan and took out a box containing bead ice cream.

“Oh.”

Runaan let out an exclamation as she received the bead ice cream box. Her usually blank eyes sparkled for the first time in a while.

Me too! Me too! Me too!

Wrath stuck out his tongue and beckoned to Dorian.

"Lady Martha, you want your days to feel twice as long, right? I'll give you a fatigue recovery potion."

Dorian approached Martha and handed her a fatigue recovery potion made from herbs.

"You, what are you...?"

Martha glared at Dorian. But seeing that she accepted the fatigue recovery potion without complaint, it seemed she really needed it.

"Lastly, Sir Burren, I believe you'll need this."

Dorian took out a small doll that would fit snugly in one's arms from his belly pocket.

“Why would I need this…?”

“Haven’t you had trouble sleeping lately without your doll? It’s written on your forehead…”

“D-don’t talk nonsense!”

Burren turned red as he tossed the doll away. Judging by the dark circles under his eyes and his intense reaction, it seemed likely true.

“I’m pretty sure…”

Dorian picked up the doll again, looking slightly disappointed.

“Dorian, what exactly did you learn?”

Raon tilted his head as he drank the water.

‘He doesn’t seem to have made any progress in martial arts.’

His posture had improved a bit, but there wasn't much change in his martial arts skills. He wondered what Dorian had been learning for a month.

"‘I’ve realized what others need. From now on, please call me the Transcender of Supplies!’"

Dorian nodded confidently, saying he had mastered the art of providing exactly what others needed at any moment.

“That’s just…”

" Makes you..."

"An even bigger doormat…."

Raon, Martha, and Burren spoke in turn.

"Yum."

Runaan just ate her bead ice cream, seemingly uninterested.

“Doormat? I just want to provide everyone with whatever they need, anytime!”

Dorian thumped his chest, asking them to believe him.

"When I went to see you, you were meditating, wasn't that swordsmanship training?"

“My master was training me to recognize what people need.”

He chuckled, saying that was all he had learned.

“Agh…”

Raon finally couldn’t help himself and pressed a hand to his forehead.

‘I shouldn’t have left him there.’

Since the swordsman who had taken Dorian was a peak Grandmaster level, he had thought it would be fine. He hadn't expected this to happen.

"Starting tomorrow, you're going to train with me."

Raon sighed and shook his head.

"What? I just got back today…."

"Doesn't matter. Be here at dawn, no excuses."

He waved his hand, indicating he wouldn’t hear any objections.

"That…."

Hmm….

However, both Rector and Wrath glanced at Dorian with interest, clicking their tongues briefly.

* * *

The next morning at dawn, Raon called Dorian to the training ground in front of the mansion.

"Wh-why are you doing this to me..."

Overnight, Dorian had returned to his usual self and was trembling in his arms and legs.

"Wasting an entire month like that."

Raon frowned as he looked at the frightened Dorian.

‘What a waste of time.’

Burren, Martha, and Runaan had reached peak Master level by repeatedly sparring and training here.

But Dorian, despite spending a month with a Grandmaster, had made no notable progress.

He had lost some weight, his aura had slightly increased, and he’d become more observant of other people’s needs—especially the third change, which was so unnecessary it was almost absurd.

"We don’t have much time left before we return, so until then, I’ll stay close and teach you. You should return with at least some improvement."

"Ugh…."

Dorian sighed deeply, as if he had no choice, and raised his sword.

"Then…."

Raon lightly kicked off the ground, wrapping himself in the principle of swift sword.

He thrust Heavenly Drive at a speed Dorian couldn't react to, aiming to instill a sense of urgency.

Swoosh!

Just before the sword could pierce Dorian's neck, Raon intended to stop it, but Dorian leaned back as if he knew it was coming and deflected the attack with his own sword.

Clang!

Though the strike didn't contain much power, hitting the precise spot caused Heavenly Drive to bounce back roughly.

"Whoa!"

Dorian screamed and blinked rapidly, as if he didn't know what he had just done.

‘Was that a fluke?’

It seemed like he had blocked the sword by sheer coincidence while swinging first.

‘This time, for real.’

Raon narrowed his eyes and aimed a faster swift sword strike at Dorian’s solar plexus.

Clang!

Yet again, Dorian raised his sword and blocked the attack.

"What… are you?"

Raon's chin trembled as he looked at Dorian holding his sword in front of his chest.

"W-what about me?"

Dorian blinked as if he had no idea what Raon was talking about.

"How did you block that just now?"

"I’d die if I didn’t block it!"

"I’m asking how you managed to block it!"

"Because the sword was coming at me!"

"Huh?"

"Eh?"

The two stared at each other, tilting their heads in confusion.

What kind of idiotic conversation is this…

Wrath sighed in disbelief.

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