The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 746

 Chapter 746

 

"Vice division leader…"

Raon frowned as he looked at Rimmer.

"Have you been drinking?"

It didn’t seem like there was any smell of alcohol, but since he had suddenly come over asking for a sparring match, Raon couldn’t help but think he must be drunk.

"If you’re drunk, it might be better to just go to sleep…"

“I haven’t had a drink!”

Rimmer erased the red glimmer in his eyes and shook his head.

“Now even you are looking down on me? Your teacher?”

He pounded his chest with a sad expression.

“Now?”

Glenn raised his left eyebrow as if in disbelief.

“Hasn’t Raon been looking down on you since your days as an instructor?”

“Urgh…”

Rimmer's lips trembled as if Glenn had hit the mark.

"A-Anyway, I didn’t drink! I’m completely sober!"

"That’s the kind of line people who are fully drunk keep repeating…."

“I’m telling you, I’m not drunk!”

He stood on his hands, balancing himself, claiming that he hadn’t touched alcohol in a while.

“Then why are you suddenly asking for sparring?”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched Rimmer balance his entire body on one finger.

“Because there’s something I want to see from you.”

Rimmer rose to his feet, flashing a refreshing smile.

“Something you want to see from me?”

“That’s right.”

Behind his mischievous smile, Rimmer revealed a serious look in his eyes.

"Hmm, it’s not an excuse, but I've been training non-stop, so I’m not exactly in my best condition…."

Raon sighed, looking into Rimmer’s eyes.

After continuous training, both his body and mind were exhausted, and he doubted he could show Rimmer what he wanted to see.

“It’s fine. The conditions are the same.”

Rimmer calmly shook his head.

"I’ve also been training non-stop."

He chuckled, saying that’s when sparring becomes most interesting.

“Just this once.”

As the training ground door opened, Sheryl entered.

"He’s not lying. That gambling addict has really been training recently."

Sheryl nodded, reassuring Raon and Glenn that he was telling the truth.

Glenn silently looked at Rimmer before stepping back.

“It doesn’t seem to be a lie.”

He stroked his chin, saying that Rimmer seemed a bit different.

Those shitty-ears has changed a little.

Wrath also narrowed his eyes as he looked at Rimmer.

‘What’s changed?’

Raon tilted his head. Unlike the others, he didn’t really sense any change in Rimmer.

You’ll have to experience it yourself. But it’s more of a change in mind than in power.

Wrath, now perched on Raon’s shoulder, warned him not to take it lightly. With everyone saying as much, Raon thought sparring might not be a bad idea after all.

“…Understood.”

Raon nodded and stepped forward.

"You said 'seriously,' so I assume you mean at full strength?"

“Of course, otherwise there’s no point in sparring.”

Rimmer gently unsheathed his sword, raising his chin.

Clang!

After lightly clashing swords, Raon and Rimmer took five steps back from each other.

“It won’t take long.”

Rimmer aimed his sword at the sky and pointed his finger at the ground. It seemed like a declaration of his will to dominate both sky and earth.

"Sword Field Creation: Song of Wind and Lightning."

His low voice shifted the atmosphere. A storm started to blow, and lightning rained down over the once calm training ground.

“Hm…”

Raon swallowed nervously as the wind and lightning intensified.

Those winds and streaks of lightning were like Rimmer’s blades.

It was as if he stood at the center of a deadly typhoon, ready to claim his life at any moment.

“Haa…”

Raon took a deep breath, raised Heavenly Drive above his head, and gripped the Blade of Requiem in a reverse hold.

"Sword Field Creation: Harmony of Heaven and Demon."

Raon’s noble voice pierced through the wind and lightning. A golden sun and a silver moon rose in the dark sky, pressing down on the rampaging storm.

Chiiiiiing!

With the divine sword in his right hand and the demonic sword in his left, he advanced toward Rimmer.

Rumble!

Behind Raon, fire and frost erupted, while behind Rimmer, wind and lightning clashed violently.

The two swordsmen locked eyes and simultaneously slashed their swords at each other’s necks.

Kaa-boooom!

Flames and lightning exploded vertically with a shockwave, creating a massive crater in the training ground.

Whoooosh!

As soon as Rimmer's first strike was blocked, he moved to the right. He was unbelievably fast, as if he had teleported, thrusting his sword toward Raon’s chest.

Clang!

Raon tilted his demonic sword downward, blocking Rimmer’s wind-infused blade.

Fwaaah!

Wind and frost collided, and a blizzard raged as if midwinter had returned.

Raon’s eyes narrowed as he watched Rimmer's lightning-fast attacks come at him one after another.

‘He’s really serious.’

Rimmer had increased the power of his sword field to the point of risking damage to his body. His speed, cloaked in lightning, seemed almost impossible for Raon to keep up with, even at his full strength.

‘In that case, rather than matching his speed, I’ll slow him down.’

Raon gave up competing with Rimmer’s speed, opting instead to use the slowest principles, blunt sword, heavy sword, and severing sword.

In general, it was impossible for slowness to overcome speed, but there was one scenario where it could.

Delayed action. If you can read your opponent’s moves, even if you react late, you can reach the destination first.

Rimmer, focusing on speed and power, had become more predictable in his movements than usual. Raon had to exploit that opening.

Gooooo!

He resonated the Ring of Fire to the extreme. In the hyper-focused state where time seemed to slow down, he meticulously analyzed Rimmer’s sword and footwork.

‘Lower right.’

Raon blocked Rimmer’s lightning-clad sword, which aimed for his knee, with a burst of flame from his divine sword.

Zhaaaaang!

Rimmer retreated as swiftly as he had advanced, this time aiming for Raon’s right side.

Fwaaaah!

This time, Raon didn’t just focus on defense. He countered with a fiery slash from his divine sword.

“Urgh…”

Rimmer, spewing red lightning, was pushed back. He let out a low groan, as if he couldn’t believe his strike had been perfectly blocked.

“As expected, this won’t be easy.”

 

Rimmer twisted his lips into a smirk and increased his speed even further. His body and sword became so fast they appeared blurred.

Raon squinted as he searched for the now-vanished Rimmer.

‘It’s not just his mind that’s changed. His body has grown even stronger.’

It seemed Rimmer had trained his body to achieve this speed and power. He could feel Rimmer's desperate will to win against him.

‘Still, nothing changes.’

Even if his opponent became faster, there was no need to panic. All he needed to do was focus on what he could do now.

Kugugugu!

Raon spread the divine sword sword and the demonic sword like a net, endlessly blocking Rimmer’s strikes.

If it had been anyone else, their skin would have been torn off, and their bones broken, but Raon neutralized it with a body that rivaled even that of a Transcender.

Thud!

Raon predicted the direction of Rimmer's charge and thrust his sword, piercing Rimmer's shoulder. Flesh split open, and red blood splattered.

But Rimmer, as if he couldn't feel pain, evaporated the blood with lightning as he continued his charge.

As if it were his last move, wings of wind and lightning sprouted from his back.

“Wind and lightning are all part of my sword.”

Rimmer's voice, imbued with will, pulled the wind and lightning from the sky.

"There is nothing I cannot cut."

With a deep smile, he unleashed his sword. As if surpassing the speed of light, the sword of wind and lightning was already descending before Raon’s eyes.

Kwoooooong!

At the moment Rimmer's sword strike came crashing down, Raon canceled the Harmony of Heaven and Demon.

Instead of using the Red and Blue Invincible Sword, he raised Heavenly Drive straight.

Sword Field Creation: Genesis.

A golden radiance bloomed over the dying flames. An even deeper versatile sword. Raon's true sword, encompassing even the ghastly sword and death sword, opened a new sky.

Kwaaang! Booom!

Even though wind and lightning were part of the sky, the wind and lightning strike Rimmer had unleashed was crushed before the vast sky and exploded violently on the training ground.

The ground flipped, walls collapsed, and clouds of dust surged in all directions.

"Are they both insane?"

Sheryl lowered her hands in disbelief.

"Was it really necessary to go this far?"

Glenn stomped his foot without a word, and as the dust settled, the sight of the split training ground emerged.

Rimmer sat slumped, having dropped his sword, while Raon stood there, tilting Heavenly Drive downward. The victor was clear.

"I lost."

Rimmer, collapsing weakly, waved his hand in surrender.

"I gave it my all, but I was completely overpowered."

He lay flat on the ground, admitting defeat.

"Sigh..."

Raon let out a long sigh, lowering his arm weakly.

'It wasn't easy.'

Rimmer was a swordsman capable of more than just brute strength.

His sword field’s speed and power were so overwhelming that if Raon had let his guard down even a little, the outcome would have been his defeat.

Indeed, the one who should lead the Light Wind was that elf.

‘But…’

Raon looked at the trembling blade of Heavenly Drive and licked his lips.

‘Has my sword field grown too?’

It seemed like Genesis had become even stronger. No, it wasn’t just a feeling, it definitely had.

‘This is probably because…’

Originally, the Genesis was a sword field created with the concept of endless growth in mind, but seeing such rapid change, it seemed to be influenced more by him getting closer to the true versatile sword after mastering the principles of the ghastly sword and the death sword, rather than by physical growth from stats.

Raon felt satisfaction in his continuous growth and clenched his fist.

"Are you pleased about something?"

Rimmer looked up at Raon and chuckled.

"Now that it's over, please tell me."

Raon sheathed the Heavenly Drive and approached Rimmer.

"What was it you wanted to see in me?"

"Huh? Did I say that?"

Rimmer tilted his head as if he had no idea what Raon was talking about.

“Huh? Didn’t you say you wanted to see something from me and requested this spar?”

Raon blinked in disbelief. The way Rimmer reacted, as if he was hearing it for the first time, left Raon flabbergasted.

"Huh? What are you asking about?"

Rimmer pointed at himself, his eyes wide with confusion.

"I don't remember..."

He scratched the back of his head, looking baffled.

"This elf..."

Raon shook his head, exasperated.

The King of Essence knew it would turn out like this! Why did you even spar with him and delay our late-night snack time?

Wrath shook his head in disbelief.

What could a mere elf have changed?

'You said he had changed!'

That... that was only physically! His mind is still the same!

'You said his mind changed too!'

Eh, d-did He? He doesn’t remember!

Wrath scratched his head with his round hands like Rimmer. Despite claiming he couldn’t lie, he seemed perfectly fine doing so now.

Raon vowed to stuff Wrath with nadine bread when he returned to the annex building.

However, neither Glenn nor Sheryl said anything, even as they watched Rimmer smiling playfully.

“Sigh… Anyway, get over to the fifth training ground! It’s tough for me and Sir Gambling Monster to handle the kids by ourselves!”

Raon sighed deeply, shaking his head.

"Alright, I'll be there starting tomorrow."

"Today!"

Raon firmly told Rimmer to come today, then stepped back.

"Raon."

Just as Raon was about to leave the lord’s manor training ground, Rimmer raised his hand.

“Have you thought about becoming the head of house?”

Rimmer suddenly brought up the topic of becoming the head of house.

“Seriously?”

Sheryl let out a hollow laugh as she looked at Rimmer.

“Anyone would think you were the head.”

She furrowed her brows, baffled.

"What do you mean all of a sudden?"

"Well, I’ve asked you this before, haven’t I?"

Rimmer shrugged, as if wondering what Raon’s thoughts were now.

Raon glanced at Glenn after looking at Rimmer’s calm blue eyes.

'Head of house.'

The head of house Zieghart.

It was true that his affection for Zieghart had grown, but he had never considered ascending to the throne of the family head.

In the past, he might have used Zieghart's power to sever Derus' neck, but now things were different.

Now, he didn't want to bring harm to the family, and the desire for the head position had diminished.

"I don't have any particular desire for it."

Raon calmly shook his head as he looked back at Rimmer.

"...I see."

Rimmer mumbled to himself that it was understandable and nodded.

"Head of house, I'll stay behind to clean up—"

"I'll handle it, don’t worry."

Glenn waved his hand, saying he should take a day off from training tomorrow.

"You did well. Let's call it a day."

"Yes, then."

Raon bid farewell to Glenn and Sheryl before stepping back.

"Hey! What about me! Why didn’t you say goodbye to me?"

Ignoring Rimmer's words, Raon left the training ground.

"So cold."

Rimmer clicked his tongue, watching the door Raon had exited swing shut.

"Rimmer."

Glenn approached Rimmer, lifting his chin.

"What are you thinking?"

“I wanted to see what kind of person Raon is now.”

Rimmer smiled, saying it was just a conversation between swordsmen.

“And are you satisfied?”

“Yes. From how he received my sword to the final sword field, he told me many things.”

He nodded, saying it was a meaningful exchange.

"So, what's your conclusion?"

"Sigh..."

Rimmer let out a deep sigh instead of an answer and stood up.

"Head of house, until now, I've served you as my lord. From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were the king I should follow."

He dusted off his clothes and stood before Glenn.

"In reality, you became a king, and I was content to risk my life protecting you. However..."

Rimmer pulled out his sword embedded in the ground.

"After the recent war, my thoughts changed. wind and lightning belong in the high and wide sky."

He held the sword upside down and performed Zieghart's sword salute.

"From today, I will serve Raon Zieghart as my lord. Not as a young king, but as a true king."

A solemn yet noble aura emanated from Rimmer’s shoulders.

"Please grant me your permission."

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