The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 743

 Chapter 743

 

"You too…"

The man called Heavenly Demon replied without even glancing back at the Fallen.

"Are you calling me by that name?"

His tone was peculiar. It sounded as if he both liked and loathed the name "Heavenly Demon."

"Doesn't it suit you?"

The Fallen shrugged as he looked at the broad back of the Heavenly Demon.

"I'm the Fallen (Ta Cheon), and you're the Heavenly Demon (Cheon Ma). I think these names are perfect for people like us."

The corners of his lips, concealed behind a handsome young man's mask, curled upward.

The Heavenly Demon neither responded nor turned around. He remained seated as if the Fallen didn’t exist.

"This place is always warm and harmonious, no matter when I see it. The breath of nature is alive here."

The Fallen lightly laughed as he glanced at the flowers and trees that retained their greenery.

"It's a place that doesn't suit a person like you."

He spat out words that sounded unusually provocative.

"What's your business?"

The Heavenly Demon slightly turned his chin, ignoring the Fallen's provocation.

"Is that the Green King?"

Instead of answering, the Fallen turned his gaze to the right of the Heavenly Demon.

A woman stood under an apple tree that was ripe despite the season. She was as tall as an adult man, and her posture was straight, suggesting she practiced martial arts.

She wore a black orc helmet, but strangely, it had no tusks, and two flames rose from her forehead.

Unlike the bright brown hair that flowed over her shoulders, the red light in the center of the helmet blazed ominously, as if soaked in blood.

"I heard you awakened the Green Wolf Demon, but this is beyond my expectations."

The Fallen clicked his tongue as he looked at the woman wearing the black orc lord's helmet.

"At this level, she's growing as rapidly as Raon Zieghart. It's tempting."

He licked his lips again as if he meant it, but the woman in the orc helmet didn't even glance at him.

Instead, the shoulders of the man standing behind her, the Soul Severing Sword, trembled slightly.

"I'll take care of the Green King..."

"You've become quite talkative."

A short man emerged from the bushes, shaking his head.

He wore a helmet that looked like a fierce, living Ettin, but unlike a real Ettin, it had only one head

"Why don't you answer our lord's question?"

The man in the Ettin helmet had a clear, youthful voice, as if he hadn't gone through puberty. It was a stark contrast to his ferocious helmet.

"You're still as arrogant as ever, Two-Headed Demon."

The Fallen laughed as he casually shrugged off the Two-Headed Demon's energy wave.

"You. You're not normal."

The Heavenly Demon assessed the Fallen’s condition in an instant and lowered his fingertips.

"Your body is intact, but your soul is torn apart. What happened?"

He turned his head slightly more, as if he were genuinely curious.

"Was another monster there?"

The Fallen nodded calmly.

"Isn't it obvious who would push me to this extent?"

He wiggled his fingers as he looked at the red scales on the helmet worn by the Heavenly Demon.

"Glenn Zieghart. He finally reached the realm where he can sever souls with his sword."

"Glenn Zieghart..."

The Heavenly Demon raised his gaze slightly to look at the sky.

"He was unlike anyone else. I expected him to reach that realm while still being human."

He nodded slightly, as if it were a matter of course.

"But he’s different from you. He's bound by the law of causality."

"That’s true."

The Heavenly Demon let out a low sigh, as if disappointed.

"So, did you come here to ask me to deal with Glenn?"

"Could you?"

The Fallen twisted his lips upward as he pointed at himself with his finger.

"Considering my current state."

"I refuse."

The Heavenly Demon shook his head firmly.

"Glenn Zieghart is indeed an enticing prey, but now is not the time. Besides..."

His presence, which was smaller than anyone else here, suddenly surged explosively.

"Your goal and mine are different. Don't think of using me."

The Heavenly Demon lightly waved his hand, and the once beautiful peach grove twisted.

The green trees emitted a killing intent like malevolent spirits, and the colorful flowers exerted a suffocating pressure.

"Don't we still share the same goal for now?"

Even in the bizarre illusion created by the Heavenly Demon, the Fallen didn't lose his smile.

"If you're going to spout nonsense, then stop…."

"Of course, I didn't come here to stab you in the back."

When he snapped his fingers, a soft light and darkness bloomed, dissipating the Heavenly Demon's pressure.

"So! Just state your business... Ugh!"

"Could you shut up for a moment?"

The Two-Headed Demon stood up in frustration but abruptly stopped. He swallowed nervously when he saw the ominous light in 

"An archangel has descended."

The Fallen mentioned the word "archangel" with a sly smile.

Thud!

At that moment, the Heavenly Demon, who seemed unlikely to ever move, turned around.

Flames began to burn within the helmet adorned with ten horns of various sizes.

*   *   *

Raon entered the fifth training ground early in the morning.

He cleared the frozen ground in the frigid dawn air and finished his basic swordsmanship training.

As he was about to practice the Fangs of Insanity, the door to the training ground opened, and the Light Wind division swordsmen began to enter one by one.

"As expected, the division leader is the first one here."

"There's still over an hour left until the scheduled time..."

"Judging by how organized the training ground is, he must have arrived at least an hour earlier."

"Does that guy ever sleep?"

The Light Wind swordsmen clicked their tongues as they looked at the tidy training ground.

"Damn! I thought I'd be the first today!"

Krein ruffled his hair in frustration.

"What time did that guy get here!"

"I bet it was two hours ago…."

Dorian let out a breath as he looked at the well-organized training ground.

"If he's already practicing swordsmanship, it might have been even earlier."

Burren shook his head as he looked at Heavenly Drive in Raon's hand.

"I once came out at 4 a.m., and he was already here before me."

He sighed deeply, overwhelmed.

"I was there at 3 a.m. Damn it."

Martha wrinkled her nose as she responded to Burren's words.

"That guy probably finds the fifth training ground more comfortable than his house."

She clicked her tongue, saying Raon only goes to the annex building for meals.

"I gave up trying to beat Raon a long time ago..."

Runaan lowered her head, admitting she had long since abandoned the idea of arriving earlier than Raon. She blinked, still sleepy.

"Where's the vice leader?"

Mark Goetton narrowed his eyes as he looked for the only person who hadn't arrived, Rimmer.

"Why would that lazy bastard be here at this hour?"

The Gambling Monster snorted, telling them not to say such nonsense.

"This is everyone. Let's begin."

He gestured for Raon to start, saying they should get moving since he was annoyed.

"Understood."

Raon nodded and stepped onto the platform.

As the Gambling Monster had mentioned, Rimmer seemed likely to arrive much later, so it seemed better to proceed beforehand.

Standing at the edge of the platform, he scanned the faces of all the members of the Light Wind, noticing that their expressions didn’t look good.

Having spent a long time together, he could now tell what they were thinking just by looking at their faces.

"Thank you for responding to the call during your break."

Raon clasped his hands behind his back and raised his chin.

“I said it was voluntary, but seeing that you all gathered like this, I believe you all had the same thoughts as I did.”

“No, not really.”

As Raon swept his gaze over the swordsmen again, Krein raised his hand.

“I thought there would be repercussions if I didn’t show up today….”

“Shut his mouth.”

“Yes, sir!”

At Raon’s gesture, Dorian pulled out a gag from his belly pocket and fastened it over Krein’s mouth.

"Since we had an interrupter, let's start again. I said participation was voluntary, but the fact that you’ve all gathered means you must have felt something during the recent war."

The Light Wind members silently lowered their heads, as if to confirm Raon’s words.

“Mm…”

Even Krein realized this wasn’t the time for jokes and quietly bit down on the gag.

“Let me be clear. You are strong.”

Raon met the trembling eyes of the Light Wind swordsmen with his calm, red gaze.

“Thanks to life-threatening battles and the blood-sweating training, at your age, there isn’t a stronger armed force than the Light Wind division anywhere on this continent.”

This wasn’t a lie. Even if the Five Kings and Five Demons were hiding something, he was confident that no group as strong as the Light Wind division existed at a similar age.

“Uh…oh..”

“N-no way…”

“We’re not that great.”

“That’s right. We’re still lacking in many ways.”

Krein, Dorian, and the other swordsmen scratched their heads in embarrassment.

“Even so, you weren’t the protagonists in the recent war.”

Raon’s voice turned cold, contradicting his previous statement.

“Mm…”

“That’s true…”

Knowing better than anyone that Raon was right, the Light Wind swordsmen bit their lips in silence.

“You lacked the ability to overcome crises on your own, which is why you couldn’t avoid the gaze of the strong. Even during the war, you were in a position where you needed protection. You were like children left by the water’s edge.”

Raon, glaring down at Burren, ruthlessly described the situations and feelings the Light Wind experienced.

"When you tried to cut down enemies, astral energy flew in, and when you tried to sever their necks, the astral sphere rained down. With magic exploding as well, making it impossible for the Light Wind division to move.”

His eyes swept over Martha, who was biting her lip until it bled.

“It was the same at house Robert. All you could do was stand in the back, twiddling your thumbs, while the powerhouses of the Five Kings advanced.”

Raon pointed at Runaan, whose dull purple eyes were filled with hidden determination.

“The wars ahead will be even more intense and dangerous. In your current state, you will be nothing more than bystanders or obstacles.”

Raon’s words sharply cut through the hearts of the Light Wind swordsmen as he stared at them with heavy eyes.

You punk!

Wrath frowned, displeased with Raon.

Why are you being so harsh on them?

Just as Wrath was about to protest, a fierce wind of the Light Wind Flow erupted from the center of the Light Wind swordsmen.

“I know. I know it better than anyone…”

Martha, who hadn’t even been able to speak a word to the White Blood Religion’s leader during the war, tightened her grip on her sword, her black eyes bloodshot with frustration.

“So, what do we need to do?”

Burren, who had set his goal to earn Karoon’s recognition, clenched his fist as he seemed to understand why Raon was speaking like this.

“…I’ll do it. Whatever it takes.”

Runaan, who had met Syria and was determined to grow stronger, nodded firmly, willing to do anything.

All the Light Wind swordsmen straightened their backs, their eyes burning with determination as if they shared the same resolve as their captains.

“We need to strengthen ourselves before the real war begins.”

Raon, satisfied with their response, placed his hand on the hilt of Heavenly Drive.

“Until all members are Masters, and until the team captains and Mark Goetten reach the peak Master level, you will repeatedly train and complete missions without end.”

He pulled his chin in tightly as he spoke about the need to build strength capable of defeating any foe.

“It wouldn’t be fair if only you had goals, so I’ll set a small goal for myself as well. I will…”

Raon raised his finger as if making a vow.

"…Reach Transcendence."

It wasn’t just a promise to himself but also a vow to the Light Wind division, solidifying his determination.

“A-A s-small goal, you say? The division leader has the hardest one!”

Dorian trembled his lips, finding it absurd.

“T-Transcendence?”

“That guy… he’s really something.”

“Handsome Raon.”

Burren, Martha, and Runaan laughed in disbelief as they watched Raon talk about Transcendence.

“Yeah, our division leader should at least aim for Transcendence.”

Leaning over the wall, Rimmer quickly nodded.

“As the vice division leader, I’ll also challenge Transcendence.”

Rimmer smiled brightly as he declared that he would set the same goal as Raon.

“V-vice-division leader?”

Krein removed his gag and narrowed his eyes.

“No way, that won’t happen.”

“Absolutely not.”

Martha shook her head, standing next to Krein.

“That lazy bum aiming for Transcendence? Not a chance.”

She snorted, saying even a passing dog wouldn’t believe that.

“To achieve my goal, I have to reach Transcendence.”

Rimmer waved his hand, saying he would attempt it regardless of whether they believed him.

“The members become Masters, captains and Mark Goetten reach the highest Master level, and the division leader and vice division leader aim for Transcendence?”

The Gambling Monster chuckled as if it was absurd.

“A terrifyingly powerful division is about to be born.”

His smile was filled with anticipation, not mockery.

“That’s why there’s so much you need to do, Sir General Administrator.”

Raon bowed his head to the Gambling Monster.

“Ugh, I’m past my prime, but I’ve ended up with a troublesome brat…”

The Gambling Monster sighed deeply, saying he wasn’t even as good as a pushover in a gambling den.

“It’s nothing much, but…”

Raon approached the Gambling Monster and took out five black bottles. They were high-grade liquor he had obtained during his trip to the south.

“Ahem! You shouldn’t have!”

The Gambling Monster smiled, quickly making the five bottles disappear into his sleeve as if he’d never complained.

“Everyone, brace yourselves! This won’t be easy!”

He wiped the tired look from his face and shouted at the Light Wind swordsmen as if he intended to repay Raon for the liquor.

“Don’t worry.”

“We won’t give up.”

“We’ll follow you to the end!”

The Light Wind swordsmen gritted their teeth, refusing to accept any role as bystanders.

‘Training and missions will be hell, but if you overcome them…’

Raon lightly bit his lip as he watched the roaring Light Wind swordsmen.

‘You will reach a new realm.’

*   *   *

After finishing the training that lasted from dawn until evening, Raon entered the lord’s manor training ground before midnight.

Glenn hadn’t arrived yet, but the training ground was brightly lit.

‘Should I warm up a bit?’

Raon lightly rotated his shoulders and drew Heavenly Drive.

Hey, you!

As he was about to start training his swordsmanship, Wrath flared up like a freshly caught fish, wriggling and jumping.

How can you train all day long?!

Wrath shook his head in exasperation.

Because of you, he has not even been able to eat properly!

'You ate the fifth training ground.'

That doesn't count as a meal for me!

Wrath waved his arms around, insisting that he wanted a proper meal in the annex building.

You could simply sleep, eat, or rest, and your stats would still increase. Why can't you just stay still for once?!

'That's not enough.'

Raon shook his head as he looked up at the moonless night sky.

'To sever Derus' head, every minute and second is precious.'

It's true that the demon kings’ authority greatly aids his growth, but mere stats have their limits. Only by elevating his martial arts level and relentlessly honing his swordsmanship would his chances of severing Derus' head increase.

Ugh, he thought you'd take a break and just eat for a while since it's a vacation....

Wrath grumbled, clearly dissatisfied, but eventually fell silent. It seemed he was trying to be considerate in his own way.

As Raon smiled faintly at the now quiet Wrath, the door to the training ground opened, and Glenn entered.

"I greet the head of house...."

"You'll be seeing me often, so enough with the formalities."

Glenn waved his hand dismissively as he approached. Raon had always felt that Glenn didn't particularly care for such excessive greetings or formalities.

"I heard you've been training the Light Wind members all day. It might affect your training with me. Why did you push them so hard?"

His voice lowered, and it seemed like there was a deeper meaning behind the question.

"Didn't you tell me to become stronger alongside my comrades?"

Raon spoke without hesitation, having already made up his mind.

"Just as you said, I intend to walk this path not alone, but with the Light Wind division. Of course, I'll ensure that it doesn't affect my training with you."

"Is that so?"

Glenn covered his slightly trembling lips with his right hand and nodded. Although his gaze remained dry, he seemed satisfied with the answer.

"Then, let's not waste time and begin immediately."

He moved to the center of the training ground, beckoning with his finger.

"How much have you mastered the Azure Sky Sword?"

"I've mastered all of it, but in actual combat, I can only use up to the eleventh technique."

Raon replied, adjusting his grip on Heavenly Drive.

"You're currently practicing the Fangs of Insanity, Blizzard Sword Art, the sword techniques of Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, your own created sword techniques, the Azure Sky Sword, and a variety of other swordsmanship as well, correct?"

Glenn listed the sword techniques Raon was learning one by one, briefly clicking his tongue.

"Yes, that's correct."

Raon bowed his head as he answered.

'When I hear it like that, it does seem like too many.'

Hearing Glenn enumerate them, Raon realized he was practicing an overwhelming number of swordsmanship. Since Transcendence required focus, he thought it might be wise to reduce the number.

"I'm sorry. From now on, I'll focus on just a few swordsmanship in my training...."

"If it were anyone else, I would have told them to do so."

Glenn interrupted.

"No, even a year ago, I would have told you to focus on just a few swordsmanship. That's the quickest way to reach Transcendence."

He pointed his finger at Raon.

"But after watching you fight, I changed my mind."

"What do you mean?"

Raon blinked, not understanding Glenn's words.

"Both the Sword Demon and I, who pursue the versatile sword, gave up on certain things to reach Transcendence. But you're different. To reach Transcendence, you don't need to focus on just one thing. Instead, learn more, and seek a broader world."

As Glenn gave a gentle smile and drew Heavenly Tremor, the dark clouds parted, and golden moonlight poured down.

"Your vessel can contain anything."

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