The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 794

 Chapter 794

 

"What does it mean that it's a realm only I can reach?"

Raon leaned forward, swallowing nervously. He didn’t fully understand what it meant to reach a realm that only he could, but he could feel Rector’s anticipation, and his heart began to race as if it might burst.

“It means you can take one more step further into the true path of the versatile sword.”

Rector raised a finger, tracing the shape of a sword in the air.

“Both I and your maternal grandfather pursued the versatile sword, but neither of us truly achieved it. The path you walk is a new world that neither of us has ventured into.”

He let out a faint, deflated laugh, explaining that he and Glenn were still a few steps away from the true versatile sword.

“Back then…”

Raon nodded slightly as he looked up.

"The head of house said the same thing to me."

Like Rector, Glenn had advised him that the path of the versatile sword he was walking was unique to him and unlike anyone else’s, so he should learn and clash with as many sword techniques and martial arts as possible.

Taking that advice to heart, he had sparred with the entire Light Wind division, and not only himself but the swordsmen's martial achievements had greatly increased.

“It seems he and I share the same thoughts.”

Rector smiled deeply as if he had expected that.

“The first master of the Holy Sword Alliance also pursued the true versatile sword, but in the end, he failed. You're walking an unprecedented path.”

He nodded gently, as if confident in Raon.

"Unprecedented..."

Raon looked down at his left chest where the Ring of Fire rotated and pressed his lips together.

‘Perhaps that’s not entirely true.’

Every time he saw the swordsmanship of his ancestor, the first head of House Zieghart in his memories, he felt like he was looking into a mirror.

He couldn’t help but wonder if that ancestor had already walked the true path of the versatile sword, far ahead of anyone else.

‘But…

Who exactly was our ancestor?’

Roaming the continent like it was his own backyard, hiding seeds for the future in unknown places, and fighting mysterious enemies… the true identity of the first head of Zieghart was becoming more and more intriguing.

‘Especially that strength of his. It was otherworldly.’

The first head of Zieghart he’d seen in his memories looked extremely young. Transcendence at that age, with strength rivaling that of the current Glenn—it was hard to believe he was even human.

Hmph! Unprecedented, my foot!

Wrath scowled, clearly displeased.

If the King of Essence had taken up the sword, he would have devoured all of those so-called versatile sword or whatever dumpling it is!

‘It’s not a dumpling…’

Ah, speaking of it, he suddenly craves dumplings. Bring them to me at once!

Wrath lazily wiggled his chubby hand, saying he was hungry.

“Sigh…”

Raon sighed, shaking his head in exasperation.

Raon sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. Lately, every conversation with Wrath ended up being about food. It had become so repetitive that he couldn’t even be bothered to respond anymore.

"Don’t feel pressured by it."

Rector, seeming to interpret Raon’s sigh as a sign of burden, gave him a gentle, reassuring smile.

“As I said, each swordsman in the Holy Sword Alliance pursues their own unique path of the sword. No matter how weak they may become or how much others might mock them, they never stray from their convictions. Simply clashing swords with them will give you something to gain.”

He gestured lightly, saying to approach it like seeing a small milestone, rather than trying to master everything.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Raon bowed, feeling Rector’s genuine advice resonate with him.

Is there no path for mint chocolate? The King of Essence can walk it as much as he wants…

‘Please, just keep your mouth shut!’

Raon pushed Wrath away, who had started mumbling again, and met the eyes of those waiting outside the mansion.

Swordsmen who had challenged Burren, Martha, and Runaan were glaring this way like beasts.

‘A challenge, huh…’

Now that he thought about it, it had been quite a long time since he had requested a sparring match with someone.

It seemed like it would be fun to put aside his status and level and try fighting for the first time in a while.

"But on these challenge letters, only the names are written, so we don't know who they are..."

Burren tilted his head, unsure of which opponent to choose.

“The name isn’t the issue, it’s the skill! We don’t know how strong this guy is! And why the hell was the name written on a leaf?!”

Martha gritted her teeth, glaring at the leaf with the challenger’s name written on it.

“I’ll take this one…”

Runaan held the challenge letter with the name Kisaru, not really caring who it was.

"Ah, I forgot to mention that."

Mustan clapped his hands, holding up a challenge letter.

"These slashes are called sword principle, which indicate the martial prowess of the swordsmen of the Holy Sword Alliance."

He smacked his lips as he pointed to the slashes written after the challengers' names.

"One slash is Beginner. Two slashes mean novice/beginner Expert to intermediate Expert, three slashes mean advanced Expert to peak Expert, and so on." (In case you forgot, the realm before Expert is Beginner)

Mustan laughed, saying it wasn’t too hard to understand.

“In other words, the realm of Kisaru, who sent this challenge, is between advanced and peak Master level.”

He shrugged, suggesting they pick challengers by looking at the slashes.

"I have one more question."

Burren raised his hand while examining the challenge letters he received.

"I’ve been challenged by several swordsmen with five slashes. Does that mean they're all at least advanced Master level?"

“The Holy Sword Alliance has many swordsmen who don’t engage in external activities. They’re eccentric types who focus solely on their training.”

Mustan flicked his hand, explaining that many had no interest in power struggles and were scattered around, concentrating only on themselves.

“So, you just let them be?”

"They earn their keep. They farm, chop wood, do paperwork."

“An advanced Master doing… farming?”

“There are even times when a Grandmaster does the laundry, so why not?”

He nodded, saying it's not strange in the Holy Sword Alliance.

“Just think of it like the Senators in other factions.”

Mustan smacked his lips, adding that, in any case, they weren’t swords to be used externally.

“However if anyone attacks, they’ll experience the true terror of the Holy Sword Alliance.”

“Did the previous master of the Holy Sword Alliance allow that?”

“That man didn’t care about anything outside his own swordsmanship or swordsmen worth his attention.”

He chuckled, as if to say Burren should have known this about the previous master.

“Haa…”

Burren let out a sigh, still looking out the window, trying to process it all.

“By the way, why do you speak informally to us but use honorifics with Raon?”

Martha glared at Mustan with narrowed eyes.

"Because he's Sir Raon. You're not Sir Raon."

Mustan tilted his head, as if that was reason enough.

“Ugh…”

Martha, at a loss for words, bit her lip and leaned back on the sofa.

"Well, he's not wrong."

Burren chuckled, stroking his chin.

“I’ve made my choice. I want to fight this person.”

After much deliberation, he grabbed the challenge letter of a swordsman named Raphan, whose sword principle had five slashes.

“This one’s mine!”

Martha also grabbed and crumpled the challenge letter from a swordsman with a five-slash sword principle.

“Before you accept the challenge, take these first.”

Mustan handed Burren, Rector, and Runaan badges engraved with a single sword.

"From now on, you’re officially swordsmen with a one-slash sword principle. Of course, if you defeat a swordsman with five slashes, you can immediately attain that rank."

He gestured as if encouraging them to do their best.

“Good. I’ll aim for six slashes before leaving this place!”

Clutching her sword hilt, Martha declared she would reach Grandmaster.

“Losing is fine, try different approaches. You must find your own path to reach peak Master level and eventually surpass the wall of Grandmaster.”

Raon nodded, offering the advice they needed most.

“I won’t lose! Not even once!”

Martha scrunched her nose, vowing not to taste defeat.

“Right. That’s the spirit.”

Burren nodded, saying he’d prepare for dozens of losses here.

“I’ll try my best.”

Runaan bowed slightly, as if intending to balance Burren and Martha’s approaches.

“Um, excuse me…”

Dorian, who had been silent, raised two challenge letters with trembling hands.

“Why did I get challenges from swordsmen with six slashes?”

He blinked rapidly, as if in disbelief.

“Six slashes…that’s Grandmaster!”

“Oh!”

Mustan clapped his hands lightly, noticing the name on the letter.

"This person rarely ever issues a challenge, so this is great. It’ll be a good opportunity!"

He nodded, insisting that the sparring match be accepted no matter what.

“No way….”

Dorian screamed, frantically waving his arms in refusal.

What a disgrace, having such a coward as the King of Essence’s subordinate...

Wrath sighed, noting that Dorian’s cowardice just wouldn’t go away.

‘But he has improved a bit.’

Raon smirked. If it were the old Dorian, he would have already fled to Zieghart.

Just staying here was progress in itself.

“It’s forbidden to show killing intent in the Holy Sword Alliance’s regular sparring. You won’t die, so just go for it.”

Mustan grabbed the back of Dorian’s neck, saying he wouldn’t die.

“Six slashes? Why did they challenge you?”

“It’s a great opportunity. Stop whining and get ready.”

“Lucky you…”

Martha, Burren, and Runaan clicked their tongues, looking envious of Dorian’s challenge from a Grandmaster.

"If you're so envious, why don't you team leaders do it yourselves! I’m seriously going to die!”

“Shut up!”

Dorian struggled and wailed, but Mustan didn’t let him go.

"Sir Raon, what would you like to do?"

Unlike his scolding tone with Dorian, Muston respectfully bowed his head toward Raon.

“I’ll head out after having a word with grandfather.”

“Understood.”

He respectfully bowed and turned away.

"Everyone, come with me. I'll guide you to the challengers."

After bowing to Raon and Rector, Mustan led the others outside.

“Sir Raon! Young master! Hey!”

Dorian kept calling Raon's name, but he didn't look back even once.

“So, what is it you wish to say to me?”

Rector chuckled at Dorian’s crumpled expression and then turned his gaze to Raon.

“Could you tell me where this place is?”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked out the now-silent window.

“This place is the secret hideout of the Holy Sword Alliance, passed down from the first alliance master.”

“Did that person build this place?”

“That much, I don’t know.”

He shook his head, saying he only heard about it from the previous alliance master.

“So, when did the Holy Sword Alliance come into existence?”

Thinking there might be a connection between the first head of Zieghart and the Holy Sword Alliance, he asked a new question.

“As far as I know, it’s over 500 years old.”

“Five hundred years….”

Five hundred years meant it had nothing to do with the first head of Zieghart. Just as Raon sighed, realizing it didn’t align with his expectations, Rector continued speaking.

“However, I’ve heard that the origins of the Holy Sword Alliance go back a thousand years.”

Rector shook his head, saying that, tracing it back to its roots, it could be over a thousand years old.

“A thousand years….”

Raon swallowed dryly, looking at Rector.

The blond-haired man he’d seen in the cave might really have been the first head of Zieghart.

“But why are you suddenly so interested in the Holy Sword Alliance?”

“I was just curious.”

"Ahem!"

Rector suddenly blushed, though it was unclear what thought had brought it on.

“Well, well! If you have more questions, go ahead and ask! I’ll tell you everything!”

He stretched out his hand, encouraging him to ask more questions.

“Um, I don’t have any more…”

Raon shook his head at Rector. To ask questions, he needed information, and he didn’t have any, so there was nothing more to ask.

“Hmm….”

Rector sighed in disappointment, his shoulders slumping. Seeing that, Raon felt like he should ask something.

"Gr-grandfather! Where is the person you mentioned who recently reached Transcendence?"

“Are you planning to challenge him?”

“No. I will, eventually, but I’d like to know a bit in advance.”

Raon calmly shook his head, planning to hone his skills by fighting other swordsmen first and then challenge him last.

“Then there’s no need to know just yet. You wouldn’t be able to meet him even if you wanted to.”

Rector lowered his eyebrows, saying he wasn’t someone easily encountered. It seemed the man was likely training in seclusion.

“I understand. Then I’ll head out as well.”

Raon twisted his wrist and got up from the sofa.

“Remember, as I said, focus on learning rather than winning. You’re bound to gain a lot.”

“Yes.”

After bowing to Rector, he left the mansion.

It seemed everyone had gone to watch Burren, Martha, and Runaan's sparring match, as there wasn’t a single person in sight nearby.

'I'm curious about the identity of the first head of house, but…'

Raon clicked his tongue as he followed the sound of clashing metal coming from the mountain.

‘For now, my training comes first. I'll be challenging everyone I meet to a spar...’

Food should come first!

Wrath suddenly interrupted, yelling that they should go eat.

‘Can’t you read the mood? I’m in the middle of setting my resolution!’

Aren’t you the one worst at reading the mood—you barely even act human!

Bickering with Wrath, Raon continued through the nearly empty village.

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Huuuuuk!

Not long after an intense battle had ended, gray smoke rose from the overturned ground, and two elderly men, bleeding from their heads and stomachs, were lying flat on it.

“Did you see? The alliance master has returned….”

The red-haired old man slightly lifted his head.

“Yes. He brought guests along. Every one of them…”

The black-haired old man narrowed his eyes.

“They’re strong. Or rather, I should say, they will be strong.”

“At their age, it’s fine to call them strong. They were young, though they’d disguised it.”

The red-haired old man shook his head, telling him to observe properly.

“The chubby kid is a bit underwhelming, but calling the rest geniuses wouldn’t be an exaggeration. However, among them…”

“Yes. There’s a monster among them, one that devours geniuses.”

The black-haired man interrupted, exhaling heavily.

“I couldn’t gauge the ones below, but that Grandmaster… he’s above the advanced level.”

His lips trembled as though he still couldn’t believe it.

“I felt the same. It seems certain now.”

The red-haired old man let out a dry chuckle and nodded.

“I’ll be the one to challenge that kid first….”

“I’ll be the first to cross swords with him….”

The two old men, both declaring their intentions to challenge, suddenly stopped in their tracks.

"Weren't you the one who lost to me! Step aside!"

"Who lost? You were the one who lost! Clinging on and crying!"

The black-haired old man and the red-haired old man glared at each other as they rose to their feet.

"Shall we settle it today?"

"Fine by me! Let's clearly decide victory and defeat right here!"

The black-haired old man raised his sword high, while the red-haired old man lowered his sword.

Kugugugugu!

As the two swordsmen raised their pressure, as if about to fight again, the ground trembled, and the river began to bubble and boil.

Chiiing!

Just as the black-haired old man and the red-haired old man began to raise their astral spheres over their blades and prepared to charge at each other—

Paaaang!

A tall figure appeared in midair, grabbed the collars of the black-haired old man and the red-haired old man, and threw them straight toward the riverbank.

Splash!

The movement was so exquisite that neither the red-haired nor black-haired old man could resist and simply fell into the river.

"Annoying. How long are you going to keep fighting...."

A tall man, with his long white hair flowing, glared at the black-haired old man and the red-haired old man for a long time, then went down the mountain.

"Tch!"

The red-haired old man clicked his tongue as he watched the tall man slowly disappear.

"Just how much stronger does that bastard keep getting! We didn’t even notice him appear!"

"They say he's the greatest talent of the Holy Sword Alliance. Although the previous alliance master didn't acknowledge him."

The black-haired old man chuckled and shook his head.

"That guy isn’t strong as a swordsman but rather as a warrior. It’s only natural."

The red-haired old man snorted, clearly displeased.

"Still, I didn’t think he’d cross the wall of Transcendence so quickly."

"Indeed. It's a filthy world where only talent matters!"

"But where is he off to?"

"Probably going to steal food. He goes down once a month saying he's too lazy to work."

"How can such a guy...."

The two old men, seemingly having lost their desire to fight, stayed in the river without getting up.

Swoosh.

The tall man who had thrown the old men entered the village, swaying like a scarecrow.

As he quietly approached a restaurant, a young man stepped out from an alley.

"Ah."

With black hair and black eyes, an unfamiliar face, and a one-slash sword principle, he exuded an overwhelming energy that made his age impossible to guess.

“Are you a swordsman? Would you accept my challenge?”

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