The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 745

 Chapter 745

 

Krein bit his lip as he watched Raon's Limitless Illusion Sword, which had

become a completely different swordsmanship from his own.

'When you meet a true genius, let them go ahead.'

It was what I heard from the instructor when I was struggling to keep up with Raon and Burren during our trainee days.

At the time, I nodded and said I understood, but I couldn't accept it in my heart.

'Because I thought I had talent too.'

Who would accept being told that you are different from them, that you can't keep up with geniuses, when you're a 12-year-old child full of dreams?

I held onto the expectation that I had my own unique talent and worked tirelessly day and night.

'But rather than catching up, the gap only widened.'

The distance grew so much that I couldn't even see the backs of Burren, Martha, and Runaan, let alone Raon. The more effort I put in, the more despair I felt.

'That's when I learned that mental anguish can hurt more than physical pain.'

Only then did I understand the instructor's advice to let the genius go ahead. The more I tried to catch up, the harder it became, and the more miserable I felt. It was the instructor's way of saving me from further suffering.

After realizing I wasn't special, I did just enough to stay in the middle.

I wasn't a bad talent among the trainees, so keeping up with the training wasn't difficult.

That's how I went from being a trainee to becoming a swordsman in the Light Wind, while Raon became the vice leader.

Raon started teaching the swordsmen directly, saying he wanted to grow stronger together with everyone in the Light Wind. His training was tough, but it guaranteed solid growth.

'But his promise to grow stronger together with everyone wasn't entirely sincere.'

Having been perceptive since I was a child, I knew that Raon hadn't been completely honest when he said he wanted to grow stronger together with everyone.

Whether it was out of consideration for those without talent, as an act of mercy from someone who was ahead, or to use them in some way, it was clear that his true intentions were different.

But as time passed, Raon changed.

Just as he grew attached to Dorian, whom he had once found slow and frustrating, Raon too began to show genuine care for everyone.

His emotions, the desire to grow stronger together and not lose a single person, were conveyed with overwhelming sincerity.

'So I changed too.'

My only advantage is being perceptive!

Krein continued to face Raon's onslaught, never taking his eyes off Raon's sword.

Determined to absorb everything about the sword path, he continuously racked his brain.

'If it doesn’t work, then I’ll just imitate him.'

When simply watching wasn't enough to find the answer, he tried to imitate the Limitless Illusion Sword technique that Raon was drawing.

'Huh...?'

It was a sword path I could draw even with my eyes closed, but something was different.

Raon wasn’t just satisfied with merely executing the Limitless Illusion Sword’s techniques as they were, he was incorporating even more changes.

'Now I understand.'

Raon focused on the changes in the Limitless Illusion Sword. Instead of compensating for weaknesses by properly using the variable sword, illusion sword, and swift sword, he maximizing the power of the technique by focusing on one principle.

It was only after feeling Raon's sincerity that my thoughts changed as well.

I no longer casually dismissed Raon’s title of vice leader and stepped up without hesitation whenever I was called upon, even when Raon teased me as the ‘first to fall, Krein.’

That's because his words about wanting to move forward with everyone in the Light Wind were genuine, without a trace of falsehood.

'It must be the same now.'

Raon showing a more refined Limitless Illusion Sword wasn't to show off his talent but to help me grow, without a doubt.

Krein bit his lip as he blocked Raon's Limitless Illusion Sword with his own.

'What's the difference between his sword and mine?'

Raon didn't use his monstrous physical abilities, nor did he use his powerful aura.

Yet, his Limitless Illusion Sword was so complex and profound that it was impossible to block.

'Think. Think.'

Chiiiing!

Krein suppressed his illusion sword and swift sword, focusing on variable sword as he unleashed the Limitless Illusion Sword.

Kraaang!

For the first time, his sword strike, which had been endlessly pushed back, clashed with Raon's sword, causing fiery sparks to fly.

"It's not about executing the learned swordsmanship as it is..."

Krein, while locking eyes with Raon, continued speaking.

"It's about executing the technique that fits the situation, right?"

"You're finally understanding."

Only then did Raon give a faint smile.

"You're pretty quick for someone like you."

Krein had been using the Limitless Illusion Sword far too straightforwardly.

Depending on the situation, one must adjust the strength of the illusion sword, variable sword, and swift sword, but he always used the same approach, making his swordsmanship easy to counter and predict.

However, since directly teaching him could block his path to think and grow on his own, Raon had conveyed it through the sword, and judging by Krein's expression, it seemed to have worked well.

"I understand everything now! Let's continue!"

Krein gripped his sword, ready to go on.

"No, time's up."

Raon pointed a finger at the sun floating in the sky.

"Oh, when did it..."

Krein opened his mouth wide, realizing it was already noon.

"If you've realized what you're lacking, you also need time for yourself. I look forward to our next sparring session."

Raon patted Krein on the shoulder and left the training ground.

"Thank you."

Krein brought his hands together and bowed his head as he watched Raon's back.

"Division leader!"

His voice, calling him the division leader, was clearer than ever.

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Raon returned to the training ground after finishing his lunch.

He thought he was the first to return, but two people had already arrived.

One was Krein, who hadn't even eaten and continued to practice swordsmanship, and the other was Dorian, whom he was scheduled to spar with in the afternoon.

"You're here!"

Dorian, who had hastily filled his stomach with bread, approached with a sheepish smile.

"Le-Let's start right away!"

Despite his trembling hands holding the sword, Dorian took his stance, ready to spar.

Kuhuk!

Wrath snorted as he watched Dorian's shaking eyes.

It's commendable how much the wallet has grown!

'Then stop calling him a wallet. It's pitiful.'

You were the one who called him that first! And you even treated him like one!

He frowned and said Raon was just as hypocritical as the heavenly race.

"Your swordsmanship was the Silent Wise Sword, right?"

Raon pushed Wrath aside and stood before Dorian.

"Show me everything from start to finish."

"U-Um..."

Dorian lowered his sword and shook his head.

"For the past few months, I've been learning a new swordsmanship. Could you take a look at that instead?"

He caught his breath, saying that he had been practicing a new swordsmanship on his own.

"A new swordsmanship?"

"It's the opposite of the Silent Wise Sword."

"Go ahead."

When Raon nodded, Dorian unleashed an incredibly aggressive sword strike.

'Heavy sword, swift sword, wind sword, severing sword, even slaying sword mixed in.'

Each of them was a technique and principle focused solely on attack. It was a swordsmanship completely opposite to Dorian's usual personality.

"What's the name of the swordsmanship?"

"Azure Wolf Sword."

Dorian lowered his gaze, saying he had learned this swordsmanship to overcome his fears.

"Show me the Silent Wise Sword as well."

"Oh, yes!"

Dorian nodded and demonstrated the Silent Wise Sword he had steadily practiced. Unlike the Azure Wolf Sword, it was a swordsmanship focused on heavy defense.

"Unfortunately, your Azure Wolf Sword is not yet at a level where we can proceed with the sparring."

Raon calmly shook his head.

'I can't waste time.'

Dorian's determination to change himself by training in the Azure Wolf Sword was admirable, but since there wasn't much benefit to be gained from that swordsmanship, Raon declined.

“I-I’m sorry.”

Dorian scratched his head awkwardly.

“Training isn’t just for today, so…”

Raon pointed at the marks Dorian had left on the ground with his sword.

“Improve your mastery before the next sparring session. If you reach a decent level, I’ll consider the Azure Wolf Sword.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Dorian bowed, saying he would reduce his sleep to practice.

“Then, let’s begin.”

The moment Dorian lifted his head, Raon performed the fourth technique of the Silent Wise Sword.

Whoosh!

Raon swung Heavenly Drive like a shield, striking Dorian’s chest.

“Hmph!”

Despite seeing the incoming attack, Dorian didn’t retreat.

He realized he couldn’t just evade, but had to block it, so he raised his sword diagonally, adopting a thick defensive stance.

Clang!

The powerful force of the Heavenly Drive made Dorian stagger, but he didn’t get pushed back, he held his ground.

“Blocking alone isn’t enough. Think about where the Silent Wise Sword’s weight generates the most power.”

Raon continued to strike Dorian’s shoulders, waist, and thighs with consecutive techniques of the Silent Wise Sword.

“...”

The powerful impact made Dorian's eyelids twitch. True to his cowardly nature, fear made him want to close his eyes.

But he neither closed his eyes nor retreated. Even while sustaining injuries, with flesh being torn away, he swung his sword with a weight as heavy as a boulder.

“Observe both your sword and mine. If you can’t grasp the difference, you’ll end up nothing more than a punching bag.”

Raon smiled faintly, watching Dorian, who refused to stop improving even in the face of fear.

‘He’s changed. No, he’s still changing.’

Change isn’t something that happens all of a sudden.

Wrath nodded approvingly as he watched Dorian.

Only those who are prepared can break through their shell. He’s always been watching your back, so it was inevitable for him to change.

‘That’s right.’

Some might say change happens suddenly, but in my experience, that’s not the case.

True change can only be achieved by stacking up the steps of effort from the ground up, while holding on to the desire to change oneself.

Chiiing!

Raon struck Dorian’s waist with the sixth technique of the Silent Wise Sword.

Clang!

Rather than backing away, Dorian stepped forward towards the fast-approaching sword and executed a near-perfect defense. His strikes now had a noticeable weight to them.

“I think… I understand a little.”

Though his hands still trembled as he gripped his sword, his gaze was as clear as a lake.

“Defense changes entirely depending on the angle of the sword.”

He bit his lip as he realized Raon’s teaching on his own.

“And for offense!”

Dorian fiercely pushed off the ground and charged forward, delivering a heavy strike with his sword, now carrying a significant weight behind it.

He understood what Raon was trying to teach him and unleashed a sword strike filled with the appropriate heaviness.

Boom!

Raon smiled quietly as he watched Dorian, who was advancing step by step despite his fear, while the Light Wind swordsmen quietly observing them.

‘It seems like...’

These guys will be the fastest to grow.

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A faded, gray castle that seemed to have endured hundreds of years.

Derus Robert sat on the highest throne in the castle, staring at the wound on the back of his hand from which blood was dripping.

‘It won’t heal at all.’

The soul wound Glenn had inflicted and the hole that had been pierced in his back and chest were slowly healing, but the wound on his hand refused to disappear.

‘Especially the first one…’

The second wound inflicted by Raon Zieghart in the recent war was slowly healing, albeit at a snail's pace.

However, the first scar left by the assassin Raon had shown no change, even with Uriel's help. It seemed impossible to heal.

‘I don’t understand why.’

Even the wounds inflicted by the demon king's authority and the soul cut by Glenn’s Heart Sword were healing, but this wound refused to fade, and Derus couldn’t understand why.

‘That Uriel bastard…’

He’s hiding something.

Uriel seemed to know more about Raon, but he wasn’t sharing anything directly.

“Tsk.”

As Derus clicked his tongue and shook off the blood dripping from the wound, the doors to the audience chamber opened, and Kubara and Vardiel entered.

“Sir Derus, we’ve finished.”

Vardiel knelt and bowed his head.

“The forces of the Cloud Palace, White Elephant Palace, and the Battle Demon division have all returned. The Form Severing division and the Silent Thunder squad, which were deployed externally, have all returned without any losses.”

“The ten groups of Shadows have returned as well, and the controlled zombie assassin unit entered last night.”

Unlike Vardiel, Kubara, who was reporting on the Shadows, bowed deeply.

“You’ve done well.”

Derus nodded at Kubara and Vardiel, looking down at them.

‘This is beyond expectations.’

Thanks to the preparations made in advance, they were able to minimize the loss of

strength. Of course, it still hurt that house Robert’s power had been halved.

“Has Sir Uriel gone elsewhere?”

Vardiel glanced around the audience chamber, noticing that Derus was alone, and cautiously spoke up.

“He said he had something to take care of and disappeared.”

Derus waved his hand, saying Uriel would take care of things on his own and there was no need to worry.

“What’s the current situation?”

He gestured at Kubara with a flick of his finger.

“The Conference of the Six Kings—or rather, the Conference of the Five Kings—has declared you and all of us as enemies of the continent. The Five Kings, the Black Market, and the neutral faction have united, and they’re suppressing the families that used to follow us.”

Kubara lowered her head, saying that the situation was not in their favor.

“As expected.”

Derus chuckled calmly, as if it were no surprise.

“If they’re moving predictably, we should move unpredictably.”

He flicked the four gray letters beside his throne toward Kubara’s feet.

“This…”

“Send them to the Five Demons.”

Derus' lips twisted into a sinister smile.

“If they’ve convened the Conference of the Five Kings, let’s convene the Conference of the Five Demons.”

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“Not bad.”

Glenn nodded as he watched Raon.

“In just two weeks, you’ve mastered the flow of both the death sword and the ghastly sword. There shouldn’t be any issues using them in actual combat. Starting tomorrow, I’ll teach you other swordsmanship, so prepare yourself well.”

He sheathed Heavenly Tremor and complimented Raon for his hard work.

“Thank you, sir.”

Raon exhaled deeply and collapsed to the ground.

‘Did I finally succeed?’

Glenn had always had high expectations of my talent, constantly offering harsh criticism during sword practice.

Seeing that there were no criticisms today, it seems I’ve passed his test.

‘It’s fun.’

F-Fun?

Wrath’s mouth dropped open in disbelief.

You think it’s fun to practice swordsmanship with those brats from dawn till night, and then get beaten up by that old man at night? Are you some kind of pervert? What part of this is fun?!

‘All of it.’

As Wrath said, the days of training with the Light Wind swordsmen and learning the swordsmanship from Glenn continued for about two weeks.

It was true that he was exhausted and tired, but feeling himself and the Light Wind swordsmen getting stronger made it enjoyable.

‘Far, yet close.’

Transcendence was still a distant goal, but it no longer felt unreachable.

It wasn’t some mystical thing shrouded in mist, but a clearly visible mountain peak.

Hmph!

Wrath snorted and shook his head.

As that old man said, you haven’t even reached the highest Grandmaster level yet! All that talk about seeing the peak is nonsense….

Just as Wrath sneered and waved his hand dismissively, it happened.

[〈The Blade of Requiem〉has absorbed the energy of Soul Severing Orb.]

[〈The Blade of Requiem〉offers the purified energy.]

[All your stats have….]

[A new trait….]

It seemed that the Blade of Requiem had absorbed all the red orb obtained after subduing the King of Ghost, and a message indicating all stats increase appeared.

Urgh….

Wrath’s chin quivered as he saw the message, as if he was at a loss for words.

‘It might not take as long as I thought?’

Raon smirked as he watched the message pop up.

Shut up!

Wrath yelled. His voice trembled with a hint of sadness.

‘I’ll get some late-night snacks when we get back. Don’t be too upset.’

You... you mean it? What are you going to eat?

‘Nadine bread.’

Just die. The King of Essence should just die! You should die too! Everyone, die!

As Wrath clenched his fists and prepared to charge, Rimmer leaped over the wall and entered the training ground.

“Why do you always climb over the wall when there’s a perfectly good door?”

Glenn frowned as if he couldn’t understand.

"Because the wall is there?"

Rimmer tilted his head, as if it was the most obvious answer.

“Sigh….”

Glenn sighed as if it wasn’t worth responding.

“Is today’s training over?”

Rimmer grinned and motioned to Raon with his chin.

“Yes. We just finished.”

Raon brushed the dust off his pants and stood up.

“Then how about a spar with me?”

Red lightning flashed in Rimmer’s blue eyes.

“Seriously.”

 

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