The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 750

 Chapter 750

 

Raon gripped Heavenly Drive tighter and nodded.

‘I have stayed in the family for a long time.’

Typically, when the combat (armed) divisions return from missions, they take a break for about two weeks to a month, depending on the severity of their injuries, before being assigned the next mission.

The Light Wind division was able to focus solely on training for nearly four months thanks to Glenn’s consideration.

‘It’s about time the Light Wind swordsmen experienced real combat.’

The current strength of the Light Wind division was undeniably formidable.

With two at the highest Grandmaster level, four at the highest Master level, and everyone else except Yua and Yulius being at least Masters, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the strongest combat division in Zieghart.

However, since all the division members had only trained and sparred for the past four months, they were feeling the need for real combat. It was the perfect time for them to receive a mission.

“Understood.”

Raon lowered Heavenly Drive and looked at Glenn.

“I will attend the next executive conference and receive a mission.”

“There’s no need for that.”

Glenn lightly waved his hand.

“The mission for the Light Wind division has already been decided.”

He looked down, implying that the decision had been made.

“What is the mission?”

While it was true that real combat was important, the content of the mission was also crucial, so Raon asked right away.

“We’ve received intel that the floor master (executive) of the Black Tower and the sword master (executive) of the Holy Sword Alliance are meeting.”

Glenn’s red eyes became as dry as dried blood.

“Both the Shadow Agents and the Black Market have cross-verified it, so it’s confirmed.”

“If the Black Tower’s floor master and the Holy Sword Alliance’s  sword master are meeting…”

Raon furrowed his brow. He could guess the reason behind the meeting between the Black Tower and the Holy Sword Alliance.

“Indeed. The reason is obvious.”

Glenn nodded as he read Raon’s expression.

“They’ll likely be exchanging swords, swordsmanship, or artifacts.”

He twisted his lips, saying the two factions would be trading.

“I think so too.”

Raon nodded as he followed Glenn’s gaze.

‘The Holy Sword Alliance is obsessed with swords, and the Black Tower is obsessed with dark magic and artifacts.’

Since the two factions desired different things, the likelihood of them meeting to trade goods was high.

“Your mission is to raid the transaction site between the Black Tower and the Holy Sword Alliance, steal their swordsmanship manual and artifacts, and eliminate the sword master and the floor master.”

Glenn frowned, indicating that it wouldn’t be easy since they would be dealing with both factions.

“Can you do it?”

"Yes, we will."

Raon met Glenn’s cold gaze and drew a faint smile.

“The harder the challenge, the more satisfying it feels to overcome.”

Facing both the Black Tower and the Holy Sword Alliance simultaneously was undoubtedly challenging, but it was the perfect mission to test the strength of himself and the Light Wind division.

Ugh, what a pervert....

Wrath shuddered as if disgusted.

My poor subordinates!

He raised his hand dramatically, as if promising to rescue them one day.

“Where is the location?”

Raon threw Wrath to the back of his mind and approached Glenn.

“It’s Horam, a lawless zone located in the southwest. However, the exact time is uncertain.”

Glenn frowned, saying they would need to be on standby.

“The master of the Shadow Agents will visit the Light Wind division tomorrow to provide more detailed information. You can get it from him.”

“Understood.”

Raon nodded as he mentally reviewed the information Glenn had given him.

“Then let’s begin the final lesson.”

Glenn smiled faintly, saying it would be the last one.

“That’s a bit disappointing.”

Raon smacked his lips. Thanks to these sessions, he had been able to grasp the principles of many swordsmanship, and knowing it was the last lesson made him sigh involuntarily.

“Ahem!”

Glenn’s earlobes turned red as he cleared his throat.

‘Does this mean he wants to spend more time with me?’

Hearing his grandson say he was disappointed to stop spending time with him, Glenn's heart raced and warmth spread across his face.

He forced down the corners of his trembling lips.

“Well, if you achieve the appropriate accomplishments, there’s no reason I can’t continue teaching you.”

He steadied his voice, trying to hide his shaky gaze.

“I will do my best.”

Raon placed his right hand over his left chest and nodded.

“Hm.”

Glenn bit his lip as he looked at Raon again. Strength, personality, character, and even appearance, everything about his grandson was perfect.

Even though he hadn't eaten dinner, he felt full just looking at Raon.

However, to ensure Raon grew properly, things had to become more serious from now on.

“Let’s begin today’s lesson.”

Glenn exhaled a deep breath, calming the heat on his face.

“There’s always a test in the final lesson.”

The smile on his face faded into a cold expression.

“Show me everything you’ve learned and built.”

Glenn’s dry voice rang out as he raised Heavenly Tremor.

Raon swallowed hard and took a step back.

‘Everything….’

Unlike his spar with Rimmer, Glenn seemed to want him to display everything he had, all at once.

‘There’s only one answer.’

Sword Field Creation, Genesis.

The only way to respond to Glenn’s test was with Genesis, which grows with the versatile sword.

You’re right.

Wrath grinned at Glenn as if he envied him.

That old man wants to feel the full extent of your strength.

Wrath spoke in a somewhat envious tone, furrowing his brow.

‘I got it.’

Raon took a deep breath and stood before Glenn.

As he rotated the Ring of Fire to its limit, his focus sharpened.

It was as if Glenn Zieghart was the only person in this world, as the sky vanished, the ground sank, and time slowed down.

Before his eyes stood nothing but the strongest swordsman.

“Sword Field Creation, Genesis.”

He spoke as if reciting a sacred incantation and swung Heavenly Drive downward. As the silver blade cleaved the sky and land, he unleashed all the swordsmanship and sword techniques he had built in his mental world.

Shiiiiiing!

The light of Divine sword and demonic sword clashed, intertwining as white sword paths filled with darkness rose. Yet, the energy imbued in Heavenly Drive did not diminish. Instead, it intensified, summoning an even brighter, more vivid golden light.

Rumble!

A colossal sword strike, stretching endlessly, distorted the axis of the earth, collapsing all the surrounding walls.

Boom!

Glenn’s Heavenly Tremor Sword, which blocked Raon’s Heavenly Drive, trembled slightly. Glenn’s hardened expression softened into a proud smile.

“Your path may not be straight, but it is the right one.”

As Glenn twisted his wrist upward, Raon’s Genesis shot up like a divine dragon, raising the dim dawn in the purple sky.

“Haa…”

Raon collapsed to the ground, exhaling deeply. He had poured everything into that single strike, leaving him unable to stand.

‘Has it changed…?’

He hadn’t thought he had grown much, but the power of Genesis was far stronger than he had imagined.

Had this sword field appeared during his sparring with Rimmer, it would have inflicted serious injuries on him.

"Excellent."

Glenn smiled as he shook off the trembling Heavenly Tremor.

"Your mastery of swordsmanship is outstanding. Even a Transcender would find it difficult to defeat you with swordsmanship alone."

He nodded approvingly as if he was pleased.

"Ah…."

“The efforts you’ve put in as naturally as breathing are steadily piling up in your body and soul. When you reach Transcendence, that foundation will explode like fireworks, so don't be impatient.”

Glenn gave his advice in a soft voice, as if he knew all of Raon’s concerns.

“Then, the test…”

"Of course, you’ve passed. You may leave now."

He patted Raon’s shoulder, asking him to take good care of the Light Wind division.

Raon bit his lip and nodded. Being recognized for his swordsmanship by Glenn brought him more joy than receiving countless rewards.

He could feel his heart pounding with excitement.

"On the morning of your departure, come to the lord’s manor with the Light Wind division."

With those final words, Glenn left the training ground.

"Whew…."

Raon lay flat on the shattered floor of the training ground.

"This is fun."

Having an opponent who could accept everything from him was incredibly enjoyable. He naturally began to smile.

N-Next time…

Wrath floated down onto his shoulder, rolling his round eyes.

The King of Essence, might accept you next time.

'Huh?'

He’s talking about your sword field! Next time, he’ll be the one to block it!!

He waved his round hand, saying it was fine for Raon to come at him with all his strength.

'Why all of a sudden?'

W-Well, you, y-you said something before. Ahem, for various reasons…

Wrath turned his gaze sharply, as if embarrassed.

‘I don’t know the reason, but I’m not eating any snacks.’

It’s not about the snack!

He grabbed Raon by the collar and shouted loudly.

You fool!

*   *   *

"The master of the Shadow Agents has arrived."

Chad climbed onto the platform with heavy steps. He bowed his head after meeting the heated gazes of the Light Wind swordsmen.

"This mission is to raid the transaction site between the Holy Sword Alliance and the Black Tower, eliminating both forces. The location is Horam, a lawless zone…."

Chad explained the mission details in depth as he flipped through the documents.

"Horam, being a lawless zone, has no guards, and it's open on all sides, making it easy to escape in any direction. If we don’t capture them at the moment of transaction, we might lose them, so you must be prepared. Also, there are leaders who dominate that area, so…"

After explaining the points to be cautious about, he stepped back.

"I wish the Light Wind division success in this mission."

"Thank you for coming all the way here."

Raon bowed politely to Chad.

"The Black Tower and the Holy Sword Alliance?"

"Are we taking them both on at once?"

"…That won’t be easy."

Even though the Light Wind swordsmen were brimming with confidence, they felt the pressure of facing two forces simultaneously.

Clap.

Raon stood at the front of the platform and clapped loudly. The Light Wind swordsmen stopped chatting, straightened their backs, and raised their gazes.

"As you’ve all heard, this mission won’t be easy. We have to eliminate both the Black Tower and the Holy Sword Alliance and seize the goods. Naturally, it’s dangerous, and we must execute the plan perfectly. If we don’t move like clockwork, we’re bound to fail."

"Ugh…"

Dorian swallowed nervously, his eyes shaking like a pendulum.

"But!"

Raon lowered his hand and grasped the hilt of Heavenly Drive.

"This mission was personally given to the Light Wind division by the head of house. It means he trusts us."

The mention of Glenn’s trust made the Light Wind swordsmen's eyes shine sharply like the tips of swords.

"Through this mission, unleash all the strength you’ve accumulated. It’s time to show that the Light Wind division is the strongest force on the continent."

Raon drew Heavenly Drive and aimed it at the sky.

Chiririring!

The Light Wind swordsmen, as if waiting for that moment, also drew their swords and thrust them toward the sky.

More than thirty sword energies flared up simultaneously, forming a massive greatsword that seemed to pierce the sky.

"Haaah!"

Standing back, Chad let out a breath as he witnessed the absurd and bizarre sight of the entire Light Wind members having reached the Master level.

‘This is unbelievable…’

He had heard rumors that most of the Light Wind swordsmen had become Masters, but seeing it with his own eyes left him beyond impressed and shocked.

As Raon had said, calling them the strongest force on the continent wasn’t an exaggeration.

‘I made the right choice aligning myself here!’

The master of the Shadow Agents rubbed his hands together, looking at Raon’s broad back like a fly.

'My life is set!'

*   *   *

The next morning at dawn.

Before meeting Glenn, Raon headed to the lake behind the annex building and practiced the Demonic Righteous Sword’s techniques.

As expected of the supreme swordsmanship, the more he practiced, the more it revealed new aspects, and recently, his mind had been at peace, allowing him to focus entirely on the Demonic Righteous Sword.

Kyaaaang!

After executing the final technique of the Demonic Righteous Sword, he turned around to find Sylvia standing in a daze, holding a tray.

"Mother?"

"Ah! S-Sorry."

It seemed she had just snapped back to reality as she lightly tapped her cheek.

"Is something wrong?"

"N-No, nothing."

Sylvia shook her head and extended the tray she was holding.

“I prepared this because you shouldn’t go on a mission hungry.”

She handed him the toast, still steaming, saying he should eat it before it cooled.

However, Sylvia still looked confused. She must have been worried, knowing the details of the mission.

"Don’t worry too much."

Raon smiled as he accepted the toast Sylvia had prepared.

“I feel like I won’t lose, no matter who the opponent is now.”

"…I see."

Sylvia smiled the same trusting smile she always did, as if she believed him.

"Be careful out there."

As always, she said she believed in him, but her steps were weak as she returned to the annex building.

Mom’s smile is fake.

Wrath frowned, as if he had sensed that Sylvia was acting strangely too.

'Yeah, you’re right.'

Raon took a bite of the toast.

No, wait! This crispy, savory toast proves she’s perfectly fine!

Wrath raised his arms, saying there was nothing to worry about.

Premium ham, premium cheese! This is the taste of a mother’s love!

He grinned, saying Sylvia’s cooking tasted like money.

"Hmm…."

Raon swallowed the remaining half of the toast in one bite and smacked his lips.

'I’ll ask her after I finish the mission.'

He was concerned, but there was no time right now.

Raon brushed the oil from his hands and headed for the lord’s manor to announce his departure.

*   *   *

"Raon Zieghart, the leader of Light Wind division, we will complete the mission and return, following the head of house’s command."

Raon and the Light Wind division knelt in the center of the audience chamber and bowed their heads.

"Hmm!"

Glenn revealed a composed gaze as he looked over the Light Wind swordsmen, smiling in satisfaction.

‘Each one is exceptional.’

There were no longer any children who appeared inexperienced. They all exuded the aura of seasoned veterans, so despite the dangerous mission, he felt no concern.

However, the reason Glenn summoned the Light Wind division wasn’t to witness this sight.

‘Raon.’

He wanted to encourage his grandson, who was going on his first mission as a direct line, in front of the executives.

“Ahem. Well….”

Just as Glenn was about to give the advice he had prepared for two days, the master of the True Martial Palace, Balder, stepped forward.

“You've grown so strong I can hardly recognize you!”

Balder nodded his head in approval, a broad smile on his face.

“With how you are now, it doesn't matter who your opponent is—you'll crush them! But be careful of those Black Tower scoundrels! They're always using dirty tricks!”

“We will keep that in mind.”

Raon nodded at Balder, the first to offer advice.

“Yes! When you get back, let's have a drink together!”

Balder made a gesture as if lifting a cup and laughed heartily.

“Urgh….”

Glenn’s brow furrowed deeply.

‘That damn fool….’

He had prepared the first piece of advice, but that ignorant son of his had barged in and ruined everything.

‘No, it’s fine.’

Balder’s words were more of a compliment than advice. There was no need to be the first.

“Haa.”

After a deep breath, Glenn opened his mouth, but then Karoon, the master of the Central Martial Palace, lifted his chin.

“There’s no doubt that you’re strong. You’ve earned the right to be confident. However, don’t let that turn into carelessness. Once you’re on a mission, even if your enemy appears to be a rabbit, wield your sword as if you're facing a lion. Use your full strength in every moment.”

Unlike Balder, Karoon gave the Light Wind swordsmen advice they truly needed in a respectful tone.

“…Thank you for the advice.”

Raon made eye contact with Karoon for a moment before bowing his head.

Slap.

Glenn raised his hand and hit his forehead. Both of his sons had already given the first compliment and the first piece of advice.

The words he had meticulously prepared melted away in his mind.

“Just… go and return safely.”

In the end, he couldn’t deliver his prepared words and weakly waved his hand.

“Sigh….”

Rimmer, realizing the situation, shook his head in disbelief.

“Yes. We will all return safely.”

Raon gave a salute with his sword and exited the audience chamber.

“He’s quite something. How did he manage to train those kids into Masters?”

Balder let out a hollow laugh, commenting that they reached the realm of Master faster than he did.

“But why did you suddenly offer advice, brother? Have you finally matured?”

“Is that something that should come from your mouth?”

Karoon snorted and turned away.

“Don’t think I don’t know! You called Burren for private training! What’s gotten into you?”

Balder teased as he sidled up to Karoon with a grin.

“Stop wasting your breath on nonsense.”

Karoon pushed Balder aside and stood at the center of the audience chamber.

“Head of house, I will take my leave now.”

“Ah, me too! I’ve got things to do.”

As the two of them bowed to Glenn and tried to leave, the door slammed shut with a force that made it seem like it would break.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Glenn's eyes burned red as if seeing his sworn enemies, and his voice was cold as ice

“You two stay here.”

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