The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 751

 Chapter 751

 

Whoooosh!

Dozens of sword flashes gleamed through the gently rising campfire.

Raon smiled faintly as he watched the Light Wind swordsmen swing their swords right after finishing their dinner.

‘They're finally training on their own.’

In the past, the Light Wind swordsmen would relax after dinner, but now, even without orders, they voluntarily swung their swords. It seemed their attitude toward training had completely changed.

Those kids must have truly felt their own powerlessness during the recent war.

Wrath landed on Raon's head, wagging his finger.

It is only natural for subordinates recognized by the King of Essence to train as if their lives depended on it in order to improve.

He nodded vigorously, showing trust in the Light Wind division.

As the King of Essence said before, his subordinates will grow stronger!

‘That’s true. But…’

Raon chuckled softly, following Wrath’s gaze.

‘I’m more pleased with the change in their mindset than their strength.’

The Light Wind swordsmen had always been passive. If they weren’t ordered, they wouldn’t train individually, and if asked for a spar, they would scream that they were going to die and run away.

But now it was different. They were the first to ask for sparring sessions, and no one skipped the dawn and night training.

The current Light Wind division had grown significantly, not just in strength, but mentally as well.

‘Should I help them out a bit?’

Where do you think you're going?

Just as Raon was about to stand up to give them some advice, Wrath blocked his path.

You haven’t finished your meal yet!

Wrath flapped his tail, urging Raon to eat more of the stew they had made.

‘How troublesome…’

Raon sighed deeply and gulped down the remaining stew.

Hiyaaah!

Wrath swung his arms in excitement.

The smoky flavor is deeply embedded in the ingredients! This is the true taste of camping!

Wrath wagged his tail in satisfaction.

‘Everyone else is changing, but you're still the same…’

What do you mean by that?

‘I think you’re enjoying life too much.’

Of course! The King of Essence enjoys life no matter where or when!

‘…That wasn’t a compliment.’

Raon shook his head and approached Runaan, who was raising her sword surrounded by silver lights.

"Aren't you tired?"

Recently, Raon hadn’t seen Runaan eating her favorite ice cream.

Since she had an attachment to ice cream that rivaled even Wrath, he was a little worried.

“I’m fine.”

Runaan shook her head calmly as if nothing was wrong.

“I actually like it.”

She lifted her face, flushed with heat, saying she could feel herself growing with every swing of her sword.

Raon narrowed his gaze as he watched Runaan, who was hiding her excitement behind her usually dull eyes.

‘Runaan’s talent has been growing rapidly.’

Thanks to absorbing the soul of Baphomet inside the Eden’s helmet, Runaan’s martial talents had greatly improved.

Her growth now surpassed anyone in the Light Wind, except Raon himself.

It seemed she would be the first to break through the wall of  Grandmaster.

“And I have something I need to do.”

She let out a short breath, saying she had to endure no matter how hard it was.

“Something you need to do?”

“I have to defeat my brother so my parents don’t worry.”

She firmly pressed her lips together, saying she would defeat Syria Sullion on her own without borrowing anyone’s strength.

“Syria Sullion….”

Raon clicked his tongue, recalling the Baphomet helmet Syria had worn.

‘That leech.’

Syria had died and come back to life, targeting Raon while he was unconscious.

Rimmer had said he had become stronger than before, but Runaan, who had blocked his sword directly, seemed confident.

"Even with your current self, it’s going to be tough to defeat him alone."

“I still have to do it.”

Runaan shook her head firmly, unlike her usual self.

"My brother changed like that because I couldn’t stop him."

“Because you couldn’t stop him?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

She bit her lip deeply, as if recalling the time she had suffered alone, terrified of Syria.

"If I had overcome my fear and stepped forward, the result might have been different. I can’t change that time now. So I have to finish it myself."

Runaan gripped her sword, her gaze filled not with fear, but with responsibility and sincerity, showing her soul had matured alongside her swordsmanship.

Sniffle….

Wrath rubbed his eyes and sniffled.

She’s truly impressive. The ice cream girl has grown so much!

‘Indeed. Her mind seems to have grown more than her strength.’

That’s not all!

‘Hm?’

This is the first time we’ve heard her talk this much, isn’t it?

Wrath rubbed its nose, marveling at Runaan’s voice, saying he never thought it could sound this nice.

‘You’re really something else.’

Raon pushed aside Wrath, who was offering to help Runaan, and raised his hand.

“Runaan.”

He stood in front of Runaan and nodded.

“Let me know if you ever need help.”

Even though she wanted to defeat Syria on her own, Raon still wanted to help her until then.

“Then this sword technique…”

Runaan accepted his offer of help and began to explain the part she was struggling with.

“First, decide the direction you want your sword to go. If you want to take an offensive stance, what should you do? If you want to show a defensive movement, what stance should you take….”

Raon gave advice that would allow Runaan to think and grow on her own, rather than simply giving her answers.

And that growth wasn’t just for the two of them but was also happening across the entire Light Wind division.

The sword division itself was alive, breathing as one.

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On a barren mountain near Horam, the lawless zone.

Raon looked at the city, which seemed like a pile of ruins, standing beside a withered tree.

Numerous buildings stood in the center of the desert. The outer houses were so shabby that they looked like they could collapse with a gust of wind, but the inner buildings were tall and extravagant, resembling the trading city of Cameloon.

‘Nothing’s changed.’

That absurd gap between the rich and the poor.

Horam was a desolate land abandoned by both humans and monsters because there were no resources.

People who had escaped from the continent settled here and built a village, and now it had become a paradise for outlaws.

A land where there was no law, no humanity, and no trust. Only strength and wealth ruled here, leading to a more severe divide between the rich and the poor than anywhere else on the continent.

The poor lived in the outer slums, while the monsters who possessed power and wealth resided in the luxurious inner district. It was the very essence of survival of the fittest.

Survival of the fittest, huh….

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he gazed down at Horam.

It certainly looks that way. There was a place like this even in devildom.

He swung his round fist as if disgusted by the sight of Horam.

“This guy looks like he’s having fun.”

Burren chuckled as he glanced at Wrath flailing around beside him.

“Having fun?”

“Isn’t he dancing right now?”

He carefully patted Wrath’s head as Wrath angrily glared at him.

Dance? Dance? The King of Essence doesn’t do something like dancing!

Wrath shouted at Burren.

A mere eyeball dares to insult the king of devildom?!

Wrath charged at Burren, declaring he would pluck his eyes out.

"Yes, yes. I’m glad to see you too."

Burren waved his hand, seemingly thinking Wrath’s fury was just an act of cuteness.

Aaaaargh!

Wrath screamed, clutching his head in pain.

Summon me immediately! He’ll teach that eye ball a lesson....

"Yeah, looks like you’re having fun."

You insolent fool! Who’s having fu...?! Ugh!

Raon threw the shrieking Wrath behind him.

"Hmm, but how are we going to get in there?"

Burren, while watching Wrath fly through the air, pointed towards Horam.

“If we go in, they’ll know about us immediately…”

He furrowed his brow, worried about their identities being exposed.

"We’ll disguise ourselves and move in groups. But before that...."

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked down the mountain.

"There’s someone we need to meet."

"Someone to meet?"

Rimmer tilted his head, as if hearing this for the first time.

"You wouldn’t know since you didn’t come to the meeting."

Raon sighed, looking at Rimmer.

The other swordsmen also looked at Rimmer with disdain.

"D-don’t look at me like that! I had a rough time too!"

Rimmer shook his head, claiming he’d been bedridden for months with severe injuries.

"Anyway, we need to wait until the person arrives."

Raon leaned against a tree and sat down. Chad had mentioned someone would come to deliver information when they arrived at this mountain, so it was time to wait.

As night fell, darkness enveloped the land, and the center of Horam began to shine even more brightly.  A familiar presence was sensed from below the mountain.

It was a familiar presence, not something new. It was Denning Rose, the disciple of the Black Market’s master and the branch manager of Black Market.

"It’s been a while, Sir Raon."

Denning Rose removed her black hat and bowed her head.

"Branch Manager, how did you...?"

“I’m assigned to you, Sir Raon.”

She smiled elegantly as if it was only natural to follow her client.

"It’s everyone’s first time in Horam, isn’t it?"

Denning Rose clicked her tongue as she looked down at Horam.

"Horam is a place that rejects neither swindlers, murderers, nor even demons. It accepts anyone. But that doesn’t mean they don’t perform inspections. Since criminals gather here, the scrutiny is even more intense."

She shook her head, saying that if they entered as they were, their identities would be exposed instantly.

"So you’ll need to disguise yourselves and act the part."

When Denning Rose reached out her hand, her guards brought out worn, shabby clothes.

"I’ll bring clothes that fit everyone by tomorrow, but for now, put these on and act like criminals or drifters."

"I’ve got clothes!"

Dorian pulled out a bunch of old, sand-covered clothes from his belly pocket.

"W-what? Why are there so many?!"

Krein was flabbergasted as Dorian pulled out more clothes than there were members of the Light Wind division.

"They’re essential items."

Dorian laughed sheepishly and scratched his head.

Kuhh!

Wrath let out an exclamation while looking at Dorian.

Ah, it’s been a while since he heard those words, so it’s nice!

He grinned, saying it had been a while since the wallet had been active.

"That should be enough."

Denning Rose nodded, impressed by the preparation.

"But even if we solve the issue of disguises and acting, there’s still one more problem."

She raised a finger.

"Your strength is too overwhelming. Horam has a Grandmaster, so the moment you enter, you’ll be exposed. So...."

Denning Rose pulled out two bottles from her pocket.

"The first bottle contains a poison that reduces your aura to a tenth of its strength. The second bottle contains the antidote."

She nodded confidently, stating that unless someone was a Transcender, they wouldn’t be able to notice.

"Ugh, I hate both poison and medicine...."

Rimmer frowned, saying he had been taking medicine for over a month.

"Understood."

Raon nodded and handed the first bottle to Krein.

"Huh...?"

Krein blinked in confusion, staring at the bottle.

"You’re first. Go ahead, Krein."

“Wait, why do I have to be first…?”

“No more excuses. Just take it.”

Raon pushed the bottle towards him, telling him to stop talking nonsense.

"Ugh, why did I ever pick a fight with him back then...?"

Krein regretting the day he first picked a fight with Raon during their trainee days as he swallowed the poison from the first bottle.

Smoke rose from his body, and his aura reduced to a tenth of its strength.

Krein, now startled by the diminished aura, trembled in shock.

‘Impressive.’

Raon realized that only after using both the Ring of Fire and the Perception of the Snow Flower could he detect the hidden aura. This meant even a Grandmaster wouldn’t be able to notice the poison.

"Now take this one."

Raon handed Krein the antidote from the second bottle.

"Y-Yes...."

Krein sniffled as he swallowed the antidote. Exactly one minute later, his aura returned to its original state.

"One minute. Remember that clearly."

After informing the entire Light Wind division of the one-minute time limit, Raon handed them the poison and antidote.

"Where exactly do we need to infiltrate?"

After confirming that the swordsmen’s auras had diminished, Raon turned to Denning Rose.

"It’s the arena."

Raon clicked his tongue. The Holy Sword Alliance, the Black Tower, and those who treated human lives like insects would undoubtedly conduct their transaction in the arena if things went awry, so they could throw people into the pit and escape.

"And the main reason is...."

Denning Rose pointed her finger toward the arena.

"Because the Fighting Demon is there."

"Fighting Demon?"

"He’s a former knight of Owen, who became obsessed with money and fighting. He abandoned his knighthood and committed crimes all for the sake of money."

She wrinkled her nose, showing her disgust for the person

"The Fighting Demon will likely mediate the deal between the Black Tower and the Holy Sword Alliance."

“So he’ll be taking a commission from the deal.”

"Exactly. The Fighting Demon is a monster mad about money. He doesn’t care who the parties are or what the transaction is about, as long as he gets paid."

Denning Rose pointed towards the largest and most imposing building in the center of Horam.

"It seems like the previous transaction also took place there."

"In the arena?"

Martha widened her eyes in disbelief.

"Why in the arena...?"

Mark Goetten also blinked, unable to comprehend the reason.

"Because it’s in the center of Horam. From there, you can escape in any direction—north, south, east, or west. It’s also full of secret passages."

Denning Rose smirked, saying it was the perfect place for a secret transaction.

"Plus, there are a lot of people there. If anything goes wrong during the transaction, they could use them as bait and escape."

Denning Rose nodded, agreeing it was the perfect place for the transaction.

"This time too, they'll definitely make the deal there."

"Then it would be best to keep an eye on who's participating in the arena matches."

Raon smacked his lips as he glanced at Denning Rose.

"As expected, it's easy to talk to you, Sir Raon."

Denning Rose let out a small sigh of admiration and nodded.

"The Horam arena is a place where people fight using only their physical strength, without aura, so it will be easy to blend in. But we might still raise suspicion, so it’s better if only a few participate."

She held up two fingers, suggesting that it would be best for just two or three people to join.

"I’ll participate for now, and the other one…"

"The more attention we draw, the better. It will help distract them during the transaction."

As Raon glanced over at the Light Wind swordsmen, Denning Rose rolled her eyes, suggesting it would be good to divert the attention of the floor masters and the sword masters.

"Someone who can draw a lot of attention…"

"Attention…"

Both Raon and Denning Rose's gazes simultaneously landed on one person.

"Huh? Why are you looking at me?"

Martha frowned deeply.

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The Horam arena is a place where raw physical power clashes.

Since it was a pure contest of strength without weapons or aura, most of the participants were men who had lived harsh lives.

Into this sanctuary of beasts entered a young woman with red hair fluttering in the wind.

"What is that…?"

"Hah, the arena is going downhill these days."

"Never mind the fact that she's a woman, she's way too small! She wouldn’t even be a mouthful!"

"This isn’t a bar, lady! You lost your way!"

The fighters in the waiting room sneered at the red-haired woman and hurled blatant ridicule at her.

Step.

The red-haired woman walked calmly toward the back, unfazed by the teasing and mockery.

"Hey."

A middle-aged giant, covered in deep scars on his upper body, blocked the red-haired woman’s path.

"This isn’t a place for a bitch like you. Get out of here and go serve drinks or make some appetizers."

He grinned, baring his teeth, as he thrust his bony fist towards the woman’s face.

The other fighters burst into laughter, clearly enjoying the scene.

"Appetizers? Is this what you mean by that?"

The red-haired woman curled her lips into a smile and bit into the middle-aged man’s fist.

Crunch!

The strength of her bite and jaw was so powerful that she ripped out the protruding bone from his fist. A gruesome amount of blood poured from his hand.

"Arghhhh!"

The middle-aged man clutched his hand, now missing bone, and rolled on the floor, screaming in agony.

Hawk Tuah.

The red-haired woman spat out the bone she had in her mouth and glared down with her bright yellow eyes on him.

"Not moving? Do you want me to pluck out those eyes too?"

The middle-aged man trembled and lowered his eyes as he backed away.

"Worthless trash."

The red-haired woman sneered at the now silent waiting room as she took a seat at the very back.

'I ordered her to do this, but…'

Raon, watching the scene from behind, trembled as he bit his lip.

‘She's doing it a bit too well.’

S-So s-scary...

 

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