The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 801

Chapter 801

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"So..."

Raon squatted down and gestured for Dorian to come over with a flick of his finger.

"You're saying you can predict where I'll attack?"

"Uh, it's more like I can read the direction rather than predict it."

Dorian replied, sitting across from him while clicking his tongue briefly.

"It doesn't feel great hearing that you can read my attacks."

Raon said, furrowing his brow as he looked at Dorian.

"I-I'm not underestimating you, Sir Raon! It's true!"

Dorian vigorously shook his head, insisting that he could genuinely see where the sword was coming from.

"Well, since I saw it myself, I can't really deny it."

Raon clicked his tongue as he examined Heavenly Drive.

‘Considering Dorian managed to block attacks that should have been beyond his ability to see.’

Raon unleashed a series of sword strikes too fast for Dorian to perceive, but Dorian blocked them all as if he could read Raon’s mind.

They say coincidence doesn't happen three times, so it really seemed that Dorian was reading his attacks.

"So, how did you acquire that ability?"

"Um, I really don't know."

Dorian shrugged, saying he was curious himself.

"All I did was learn about the truth of supply from my master and meditate. I have no idea how I ended up like this..."

He shook his head, saying he hadn’t even learned swordsmanship.

“Really?”

"Yes! If I hadn’t been training during my free time, my skills would’ve actually regressed!"

“…Does that even make sense?”

Raon exhaled a sigh as he looked at Dorian’s innocent-looking eyes.

That's called the ability of the mind's eye or mind’s connection.

Wrath moved his lips as he looked at Dorian.

'Mind's eye?'

He didn't know about the mind’s connection, but he'd heard of the mind's eye—a special ability that reads the opponent's thoughts with the eye of the mind.

Even the King of Essence didn’t know, but it seems your wallet had a hidden talent for mind's eye.

Wrath scratched his forehead, saying it was fascinating.

'Wait a minute, then the fact that he handed me what I needed yesterday without me saying anything...'

Exactly. The mind’s eye must have awakened, giving him that ability. It's ridiculous.

He nodded, saying that although the order was quite reversed, it was certain.

“Dorian…”

Raon tilted his chin at the still-confused Dorian.

"Didn't you awaken that ability after you started understanding what items others needed?"

“Uh….”

Dorian blinked in confusion, then nodded.

"Now that you mention it, I think so. When I grasped my master's intentions, he told me to go back, saying I wouldn't get beaten to death anywhere now."

He scratched his cheek, saying he hadn’t understood at the time, but now it made sense.

"Are you an idiot...?"

Raon let out a hollow laugh as he looked at Dorian. It was absurd that he only now realized his ability after being given so many hints.

"Honestly, blocking swords isn't that important to me! Being able to pull out necessities at the exact moment they're needed is much more important!"

Dorian shook his head, saying he preferred being able to provide others with what they needed.

“But you’re a swordsman….”

Raon sighed, dropping his shoulders.

“I’m a quartermaster, though?”

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

"What?"

"Huh?"

“You’re a swordsman before you’re a quartermaster!”

Unable to hold back, Raon flicked Dorian on the forehead.

“Ugh…”

Once again, Dorian seemed to use his mind's eye to bend backward and avoid the flick.

It was ridiculous that he could use his ability so well but still insisted supplies were more important.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Raon frowned, swinging his leg to knock Dorian’s ankle.

“Ugh!”

Dorian finally lost his balance and fell flat on the ground.

“Ouch…”

"Your dodging skills are unnecessarily improving."

Raon frowned down at Dorian.

“I knew you’d go for my leg… Oh! Here you go!”

Dorian, rubbing his aching back, suddenly pulled out a bottle of cold water from his belly pocket.

“Hah…”

Raon let out a hollow laugh as he received the water from Dorian. It seemed he'd read that Raon wanted a refreshing drink amidst the confusing situation.

“Maybe this suits you more than fighting, huh?”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

Dorian scratched his head and chuckled, clearly happier providing timely supplies than engaging in combat.

“My master said fighting didn’t really suit me either.”

"I think I need to meet your master."

Raon clicked his tongue as he looked at Dorian.

“My master?”

"He took care of my subordinate, so I should at least thank him."

Neither Wrath nor Glenn had known about Dorian’s mind’s eye talent. Raon wanted to meet him in person to see what kind of man he was.

Don't make me laugh! You’re not going to thank him, you’re going to challenge him to a spar!

Wrath snorted, as if it were obvious.

‘You know me too well.’

Raon nodded with a smile. Until now, he’d held off on meeting Jarek, thinking it might interfere with Dorian’s training, but now that he knew the situation, he wanted to spar with him.

“Really?”

Dorian’s face flushed with excitement as he jumped to his feet.

"He's a really great person! He read my thoughts and took care of everything!"

He smiled brightly, delighted at the idea of seeing his master again.

‘So his master has mind’s eye too.’

That made sense.

Jarek had chosen Dorian from the beginning, leaving behind Burren, Martha, and Runaan. It's clear that he recognized Dorian's talent because he himself possessed the mind's eye.

"Then please lead the way."

Raon downed the water he received from Dorian in one gulp and nodded.

“Yes, sir!”

Dorian nodded and stood up abruptly. He seemed happy to be going to meet his master.

No, you mustn’t!

Wrath, floating aimlessly in the air, suddenly blocked Dorian’s path.

You’re bringing a leech that’ll never leave your master’s side!

He waved his hands wildly, but of course, Dorian couldn't see him and continued walking.

He'll suck all the blood out of your master!

Wrath’s cries echoed emptily in the training ground, where no one was around to hear it.

* * *

Dorian stopped in front of a secluded lakeside cabin.

Like the caves in Lawrence, it was isolated from the village, making it hard to find.

“Master!”

Dorian beamed and knocked on the cabin door.

“I told you not to call me ‘master’! And why did you come back when I told you to leave!”

The old, weathered door creaked open, and an elderly man with a full white beard stepped out.

‘So this is Jarek.’

Though he was hunched over, he wasn’t particularly short.

Not only his beard but also his eyebrows and hair were white, and his face was round, giving the impression of an aged raccoon.

‘Is he really a Grandmaster?’

Jarek’s martial prowess was at the peak Grandmaster level. Since he hadn't reached Transcendence, Raon thought he was someone he could easily defeat, but strangely, he didn't feel confident he could win.

An interesting old man.

Wrath smacked his lips, looking intrigued, as he settled atop Raon’s head.

“You are…?”

Jarek raised an eyebrow, looking at Raon standing behind Dorian.

“My name is Raon Zieghart. I came to express my gratitude because I heard my subordinate received your help.”

Since Rector had said he was someone trustworthy, Raon revealed his identity and bowed.

“As a token of gratitude, please accept this.”

Raon took out a box containing an elixir and offered it to Jarek.

“A token of gratitude?”

Jarek chuckled, tilting his chin.

"Do youngsters these days show gratitude with a hint of challenge in their eyes?"

He grabbed a cane that was resting by the cabin door and approached Raon.

"Alliance master has boasted so much about his grandson, and now I see why."

Jarek nodded as he looked Raon up and down.

“You’re truly a bundle of talent. But it’s not talent you were born with, it’s talent you’ve cultivated.”

He shook his head, saying it was unbelievable as he looked closer.

"Your eyes are unusual. You were born with human eyes, but both the heavenly and demonic eyes are present within them as well."

"Are you referring to my eyes?"

“There’s a saying that the eyes are the mirror of the mind. By just looking at someone’s eyes, you can tell what kind of person they are and how they’ll live.”

Jarek spoke mysteriously, stroking his beard.

“Sir Jarek…”

Raon began to speak as he looked into Jarek’s calm gaze.

“Do you possess the mind’s eye?”

“So you know about the mind’s eye?”

Jarek slightly tilted his chin up, intrigued.

“I’ve only heard of the name.”

"It’s called the mind’s eye, but it’s not as powerful as actually reading minds. You could call it a kind of defensive ability."

He chuckled softly, saying it's like a hedgehog's spines.

"Master, please have a seat."

Dorian, who had been waiting, approached Jarek and offered him a wooden chair along with a steaming cup of tea.

“Very well.”

Surprisingly, Jarek didn’t reject Dorian’s gesture, and he sipped the tea as he sat.

“Here you go, Sir Raon.”

Dorian pulled out a box of bead ice cream left over from what he gave Runaan yesterday.

“Huh…?”

“Don’t you want it?”

“No, I don’t.”

Raon shook his head firmly.

The King of Essence! The King wants it!

Wrath shot up, nodding enthusiastically.

So it really was mind’s connection! The King of Essence kept thinking he wanted to eat it, and here it is!

He shouted that he had succeeded, raising his voice. It seemed he had been sticking to Raon's head all this time waiting for this moment.

“Forget it.”

Raon gestured for him to put it back.

Noooo!

Wrath screamed in protest.

If you refuse that, he’ll continuously interrupt your spar from today onward! He won't let you sleep either!

“Ugh…”

Raon sighed deeply and accepted the box of bead ice cream Dorian handed him.

“Thank you…”

“You’re welcome!”

Dorian smiled brightly, pleased that his judgment wasn't wrong.

“Now, speak your true intentions.”

Jarek tilted his head as he lowered his empty teacup.

“I want to experience what the real mind’s eye feels like.”

Raon bowed his head toward Jarek.

"May I request a spar?"

Since even Dorian’s untrained mind’s eye was able to block his sword, he was curious to see what it would be like against a true master of the mind’s eye.

Moreover, Jarek was the second-strongest swordsman Raon had met at the Holy Sword Alliance, so he wanted to test himself against him properly.

“I heard you have a talent for learning other people’s martial arts.”

Jarek raised his barely open eyelids.

"But the mind's eye will be difficult. It’s..."

He looked at Dorian, who was humming as he pulled weeds.

“It’s a talent only for the kind-hearted and those with a timid nature. Like that boy over there.”

"Jarek shook his head, advising Raon not to think about awakening the mind’s eye.

“Then, are you also timid, Sir Jarek?”

“Of course. I was timid and weak. I took him along because he reminded me of my younger self.”

He laughed, saying Dorian was exactly like he’d been in his youth.

"Then that's perfect."

Raon nodded calmly.

“I’m also timid and kind-hearted.”

He grinned as he said it.

Huh…?

“Eh?”

Wrath, who was drooling over the bead ice cream, and Dorian, who was pulling weeds, both looked up wide-eyed, drool dripping from their mouths.

What kind of crazy talk is that!

“What kind of crazy talk is that!”

* * *

Swish.

Raon stood facing Jarek, holding Heavenly Drive to the upper position.

“You’re brimming with intent to devour me.”

Jarek chuckled as he drew his sword from the cane that had been resting on the ground.

"Let's see just how great the continent's greatest talent, as your grandfather boasts, really is!"

He spoke as if he would wait for Raon to make the first move, but then he stomped forward first. Once again, his words and actions were entirely contradictory.

Whoosh!

Jarek’s footwork was as relaxed as if he were riding on clouds, yet his speed was as swift as lightning.

In the blink of an eye, he was on Raon’s right side.

Shiiing!

Raon twisted his left ankle, performing the Blizzard Sword Art imbued with powerful sword and heavy sword. A blue cold energy emanated from the sword tip, pressing down on the space around it.

“Hmm!”

Jarek, as if he’d anticipated the Blizzard Sword Art, lightly twisted his wrist, splitting the heavy cold energy.

Clang!

As Heavenly Drive rebounded, Raon utilized the recoil to unleash the Revolving Sky, incorporating the principle of swift sword and lightning sword.

A flame spinning like a windmill descended toward Jarek’s right arm.

"Your reactions are quick."

Jarek extended his cane sword, aiming at the center of Heavenly Drive as if he could read Raon’s sword path.

Clang!

Heavenly Drive was pushed back, leaving only flames, and struck the ground. It was absurd that he was pushed back even after attacking first.

Thud!

Raon stepped to Jarek’s back with the Supreme Harmony Steps, scraping the ground, he unleashed the Flawless Sea of Fire with Heavenly Drive.

Kwaaaah!

A wave made of bright red flames engulfed Jarek’s entire body.

"It looks like a wave, but in the end, it's just a sword strike."

Jarek, without the slightest hint of panic, stabbed his cane sword five times each in the upper and middle positions.

Faaaaaang!

As a blue light flashed from his sword, the fiery wave of the Flawless Sea of Fire subsided, and the flames scattered into the air.

"Hoo..."

Raon let out a low sigh, dropping his gaze.

'He’s different from Sir Lawrence. It feels like fighting an old rival who knows me well.'

If Lawrence erased Raon’s sword strikes like an eraser, Jarek felt like he was looking at an answer sheet and solving all the problems Raon was throwing at him.

Similar, yet completely different.

‘This is fun.’

Raon pushed off the ground with a deep smile.

He charged forward and imbued Heavenly Drive with swift sword, wind sword, and lightning sword.

Unlike when he sparred with Dorian, he poured in his full strength, so Heavenly Drive stretched out like a red flash.

Clang!                    

Jarek blocked the center of Heavenly Drive, which came crashing down like a bolt of lightning, and aimed the back of his cane sword at Raon's abdomen. His movements flowed as naturally as a brushstroke on a canvas.

‘The abdomen? No…’

It’s the chest.

Perhaps because he was fighting someone with the mind’s eye, Raon felt as though he could also sense where Jarek was targeting.

Woong!

He raised a small FireWall to block Jarek’s strike.

“Hm?”

Jarek frowned slightly, surprised, as he spun his sword. His cane sword curved in an odd angle, thrusting toward Raon’s shoulder.

‘This time, it’s the waist.’

By reading Jarek’s gaze, the movement of his sword, and even the subtle ripples in the air, Raon was able to discern his true target. It felt as if all the sparring at the Holy Sword Alliance had prepared him for this moment.

Clang!

Raon swung Heavenly Drive in a semicircle, intercepting Jarek’s sword as it aimed for his waist.

‘It’s like playing chess.’

It didn’t feel like a simple clash of power but rather a tactical match, like playing a game of chess. He naturally smiled, feeling exhilarated.

“Let’s go even faster!”

Raon grinned, charging head-on toward Jarek.

Clang!

Blocking Raon’s strikes, which seemed both precise yet unpredictable, Jarek raised his right eyebrow,

‘What…?’

When he first looked at Raon, there had been no sign of the mind’s eye talent.

Yet now, Raon seemed to be reading his movements and engaging in a battle of wits, almost as if he had awakened the mind's eye.

“What are you…?”

Jarek turned his head, astonished.

“How… How did you awaken the mind’s eye?”

“Rather than the mind’s eye….”

Raon calmly shook his head as he deflected Jarek’s cane sword that targeted his thigh.

"It’s awareness. I’m actually pretty quick at reading the mood."

Nonsense! Those words should never come out of your mouth!

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