The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 815

 Chapter 815

 

In front of the gently burning campfire.

Raon examined the martial arts manual given by Darkan, letting out a small chuckle.

‘It’s amazing no matter how many times I see it.’

The principles and methods of application are unbelievably clean.

The Dancing Sword was an incredibly difficult martial art, so rare that only a handful of people throughout the continent’s history had ever mastered it.

Even Transcenders found it difficult to learn, but this martial arts manual had dissected the principles of the Dancing Sword so thoroughly that even Grandmasters could understand it.

‘I knew his abilities were outstanding, but I didn't expect this level.’

Creating legendary martial arts like Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and the Ring of Fire, as well as interpreting the Dancing Sword to a level anyone could understand, the first head of Zieghart, whom Raon had seen, could only be described as a martial arts god.

‘He’s truly a great master.’

Though Raon had also created several swordsmanship and martial arts, he felt he couldn’t yet compare to the level of his ancestor.

‘But what exactly was someone of that caliber preparing for?’

Zieghart’s ancestor had traveled the entire continent, planting seeds for the future.

Raon wondered what such a powerful person could have been preparing for.

‘Could it be because of that strange figure I saw in the cave…?’

That’s nothing compared to what he could do!

As Raon was reflecting on his dream of Zieghart’s ancestor, Wrath suddenly leapt into the conversation.

‘Hm?’

If the King of Essence wanted to, he could create martial arts far superior to that!

Wrath thumped his chest, claiming he could create martial arts even stronger than the Dancing Sword.

‘Like what?’

Raon gestured briefly toward Wrath.

The King of Essence could create countless Dancing Swords made of ice and send them flying!

‘Oh, do it then.’

Eh?

Wrath’s eyes widened in surprise. He was flustered—he hadn’t expected Raon to challenge him to prove it, as he usually let his boasts slide.

‘You said you could. Let’s see it.’

Well…

Wrath gulped and quickly turned his head.

Wh-why would the King of Essence do something to benefit you? Creating it would be easy, but he absolutely refuses to reveal it to you!

‘I don’t need you to teach me. Just do it.’

No! You’d copy it just by looking! He won’t hand over military secrets!

Wrath came up with the absurd excuse of it being a military secret and backed away.

‘Honestly.’

Raon chuckled and returned to the book. Perhaps because they had grown closer, Wrath’s boasting and teasing seemed to have increased.

"How is it?"

Martha licked her lips as she looked at the Dancing Sword martial arts manual.

“Do you think you’ll be able to use a proper Dancing Sword?”

Her curious, sparkling eyes leaned closer.

"Yes, it’s written in a way that’s easy to understand."

Raon lowered the manual and nodded calmly.

“With some refinement, I might even make it so you can use it when you become Grandmaster.”

If he reached Transcendence and improved his mastery of the Dancing Sword, he felt confident he could create a version that even Grandmaster could learn.

Of course, it wouldn’t be possible for novice, and it would require at least intermediate Grandmaster level or higher.

“Really…?”

Runaan, who had been staring blankly at the fire, suddenly stood up.

“Are you saying we could learn the Dancing Sword too?”

“Huh? Well, maybe….”

“Wow!”

Runaan raised both arms and cheered quietly, an unusually enthusiastic reaction compared to her usual demeanor.

“I didn’t think you’d be that interested in the Dancing Sword.”

Raon chuckled softly as he watched Runaan repeatedly raise her hands.

"What interest?"

Martha shook her head, adamantly denying it.

“She’s always complaining about how everything is tiring and boring. I bet she just wants to learn the Dancing Sword so she can ride on her sword.”

Martha snorted, saying she could see right through her.

“No way….”

“She’s right.”

Runaan nodded confidently, agreeing with Martha.

"I want to ride the sword to work, and take naps on it too."

Her cheeks turned pink as she imagined how pleasant it would feel to sleep atop the sword under the sunlight.

“You idiot! If you sleep, the sword will fall!”

Martha scowled, calling her idiot.

“…I can do it.”

Runaan furrowed her brow, insisting she wouldn’t fall.

“You absolutely can’t!”

“I can!”

Martha and Runaan argued, pressing their heads together like stubborn bulls debating whether the Dancing Sword could be maintained while sleeping.

“Sigh….”

Raon let out a deep breath as he watched Martha and Runaan butting heads.

‘Why do they seem to be getting more childish?’

Back when they were trainees, they were quite mature. Yet as they aged, they seemed to grow more childish.

Because they’ve grown closer.

Wrath waved a hand, saying it was a good thing.

‘Like you?’

What nonsense are you spouting!

‘Never mind.’

Raon smirked and returned to focusing on the manual when Burren approached.

“Raon.”

“Hm?”

“What do you think of what the former master of the Holy Sword Alliance said?”

Burren’s expression was dark, clearly troubled by the possibility of a connection between Zieghart and the Holy Sword Alliance.

“It’s not certain, but I think it’s possible.”

When combining what he saw in his dream with what Rector and Darkan had said, the ancestor of Zieghart who appeared in his dream was definitely related to the origin of the Holy Sword Alliance.

For him, it was certain, but since he couldn't reveal everything, he just said there was a possibility.

“I see….”

Burren pressed his lips tightly. Because he had stronger pride in Zieghart than anyone else, it seemed hard for him to accept that Zieghart was related to the Five Demons.

“There’s no need to be upset or angry.”

Raon shook his head calmly.

"But the Holy Sword Alliance is the Five Demons! Sure, things have changed a lot now because your grandfather is around, but when you think about the Holy Sword Alliance of the past, it could only be called evil…."

"What did you think of the people of the Holy Sword Alliance you met here?"

"What?"

Burren’s eyes widened as if wondering what Raon was talking about.

"Setting aside the Five Demons’ Holy Sword Alliance, what did you think of the people you’ve seen and met in the Holy Sword Alliance yourself?"

Raon spoke gently, urging him to think clearly.

“…Some were rough, but overall, they were good people with an incredible passion for the sword.”

Burren admitted there wasn’t much difference between them and the swordsmen of Zieghart.

"Even now and in the past, those people are the Five Demons. But if you were to say they’re evil…"

"That's not right."

He let out a small sigh and nodded.

"The Holy Sword Alliance has certainly committed many atrocities, and it’s true they’re called the Five Demons."

Raon lowered his hands and drew two lines on the ground.

"The connection between Zieghart and the Holy Sword Alliance that Darkan mentioned dates back hundreds of years, maybe even longer. Back then, the Holy Sword Alliance might have been righteous, and Zieghart might have been evil. Who knows? In the future, it could end up being the other way around."

The line on the right extended straight, while the line on the left twisted into a chaotic maze.

"We’ve seen for ourselves what kind of person Derus Robert is. This world changes depending on how you look at it."

Raon connected the two lines and smiled faintly.

“You’re right….”

Burren seemed to finally understand what Raon was saying and nodded heavily.

“It’s not about the name or the reputation, you have to look at the truth inside—whether it’s a person or a family (household).”

Raon nodded, sharing the insights he had gained through his previous and current lives.

"I’m sorry. It seems I got too caught up in the label of the Five Demons."

Burren let out a long sigh, admitting his mistake.

“It’s fine. I thought you were an annoying young master when I first met you too.”

Raon grinned, patting Burren on the shoulder.

"T-That’s because I was young back then…"

Burren, seemingly unable to defend his behavior during his training days, blushed and bit his lip.

“I was joking.”

Raon waved lightly.

‘Burren's pride in Zieghart likely comes from Karoon.’

Burren still respected Karoon deeply, and Karoon’s pride in Zieghart was immense.

It was only natural for a son to be influenced by his father, so Raon could understand how Burren had developed this mindset.

Come to think of it, you never cared about names or reputations from the beginning.

Wrath narrowed his eyes, finding it odd for a mere brat to have that kind of mindset.

'It's because I've had some bad experiences.'

Raon twisted his lips as he recalled Derus from his previous life.

‘And that’s not something meant just for Burren.’

He must not create innocent victims or another Raon in his quest for revenge against Derus. His words about looking at the inside rather than the outside were also a vow to himself.

“All done! Have some tea while you talk!”

Dorian handed out tea to everyone, having prepared it in advance.

Perhaps because of his mind's eye ability, the color of the tea given to each person was different.

“Huh…?”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the thick liquid resembling green tea.

“What is this?”

The unusual color made him hesitant to drink.

“Oh, that’s tea made with mint chocolate!”

Dorian grinned, saying he thought Raon needed it.

“Mint chocolate?”

Mint chocolate!

Runaan and Wrath both moved towards the teacup at the same time.

“Ugh….”

Runaan stepped back after a sniff, disliking the steaming mint chocolate tea.

Oho! The King of Essence’s wishes have been granted!

But Wrath, as if he had personally ordered it, smacked his lips with satisfaction.

Earlier, he had climbed onto Raon's head and danced, it seemed this was what he had been wishing for.

“Warm mint chocolate is just wrong….”

Shut up and drink it!

Wrath forced his mouth open, telling him to drink it quickly.

“Ugh….”

Raon reluctantly sipped the mint chocolate tea but spat it out before he could even swallow half of it.

This is something new!

Wrath, on the other hand, seemed to find warm mint chocolate tea surprisingly enjoyable, his eyes practically floating with delight.

‘I really can't understand your taste... Hm?’

As Raon wiped the mint chocolate tea from his tongue, he turned around.

‘What was that?’

He had felt someone’s gaze on him moments ago, but when he looked back, no one was there.

He extended his aura perception, but not even animals registered.

‘Wrath, did you sense anyone?’

Sense who? Just drink more mint chocolate tea!

Wrath was already too absorbed in the tea, his focus entirely elsewhere.

“……”

Raon glared at Wrath for a moment before pouring the mint chocolate tea onto the campfire.

Nooooo!

Wrath reached out with his chubby arms to the campfire, but of course, he couldn't stop it.

You... you will really go to heaven! You'll be a slave there forever!

‘There was definitely….’

Ignoring Wrath's tantrum, Raon looked back once again.

‘It felt like someone was there.’

*   *   *

Rumble!

A massive tremor occurred throughout the entire Zieghart territory, as if an earthquake had struck.

“Oh, it's already six o'clock?”

“Let's go eat.”

“What are today's side dishes?”

Despite the strong tremor, the Zieghart swordsmen in the training ground smacked their lips as if nothing was wrong and headed to the restaurant.

The swordsmen on the streets were the same. They walked down the main road, chatting as if they didn't feel the earthquake.

"Puhahaha!"

Rimmer burst into laughter as he watched them.

“He shakes his leg on time every day. Now it's become an alarm clock! Should we call him the Destructive King of the Clock now?”

Holding his stomach, he laughed as the restaurant began to fill with people.

“It’s been two months, I suppose they’ve finally accepted it.”

The Gambling Monster also let out a dry laugh, as if he found the situation ridiculous.

"But if he’s going to be this restless, why doesn’t he just go and meet him?"

He muttered his confusion while looking toward Zieghart’s main building.

"He says he can't go out because he doesn’t know when the enemy will act up again."

Rimmer briefly smacked his lips, explaining that the destruction of Zieghart walls had left a deep impression on him.

“Well, I can’t say I don’t understand, but it’s still a shame.”

“What I don’t understand is you.”

The Gambling Monster narrowed his eyes at Rimmer.

“Me?”

Rimmer pointed at himself as if asking what he meant.

“Yes, you.”

The Gambling Monster stepped closer, staring into Rimmer’s eyes.

“You, who usually laze around and wander off, have been working harder than anyone else during the two months Raon’s been away.”

Rimmer, who usually didn’t bother with his own training or the Light Wind division’s, had poured himself into both during Raon’s absence.

Even if it was a brief change of heart, he didn't expect Rimmer to show such consistent behavior for two months.

“They say sudden changes in people mean death. Did you catch a fatal disease or something?”

The Gambling Monster glared sharply, demanding the truth.

"I'm an elf, so such human proverbs don’t apply to me."

Rimmer shrugged, telling him to think whatever he liked.

“You’re as unpredictable as ever.”

The Gambling Monster clicked his tongue, clearly unimpressed.

“Instead of worrying about me, you should… huh?”

Rimmer, pointing toward the lord’s manor, widened his eyes. Unlike usual, the tremors had stopped unusually quickly.

“What’s going on?”

The Gambling Monster, also noticing the sudden silence, raised an eyebrow.

“It stopped sooner today.”

“Why else?”

Rimmer grinned, tilting his head back.

“His precious grandson is coming back!”

He left the training ground, saying that the only one who could stop that leg shaking was Raon.

“The division leader’s returning?”

“Has it already been two months?”

“It’s been well over two months.”

“Let’s go too! We need to show him the results of our training!”

The swordsmen of the Light Wind division followed Rimmer, eager to greet Raon and display their progress.

When Rimmer and the swordsmen reached the front gate, it opened wide, revealing Raon, three team leaders, and Dorian entering.

“Huh?”

“Oh ho.”

The Gambling Monster and Rimmer both exclaimed at the same time.

“What on earth have they been through?”

The Gambling Monster scanned Burren, Martha, Runaan, and Dorian one by one, letting out a soft whistle.

"They've all changed beyond recognition."

He smiled faintly, saying they looked like entirely different people.

"But... is that Dorian?"

The Gambling Monster raised his eyebrows at the sight of a very thin Dorian.

“Seems like it. He sometimes loses weight like that. Though it's a bit extreme this time.”

Rimmer's eyes widened in surprise as well at Dorian's appearance.

“It’s not just their appearances, their skills have grown immensely as well. It’s shocking, but…”

Rimmer swallowed hard, his gaze locking onto Raon’s calm eyes.

“The division leader seems to have changed the most.”

Not only had Raon’s strength grown significantly, but the energy contained in his gaze itself has changed.

Calm yet sharp energy waves. It felt as though he was looking at a Transcender far above him.

“We’ve returned.”

Raon stepped forward, bowing his head slightly toward Rimmer and the Gambling Monster.

" Yes. You worked hard!"

The Gambling Monster nodded deeply, clearly pleased with everyone’s growth.

"What did you do? Did you train nonstop over there?"

Rimmer clapped Raon on the shoulder, looking proud.

“Well, something like that. There’s a lot to tell you. But….”

Raon’s smile widened, and his red eyes flashed.

“Looks like those guys behind seem to have been living comfortably.”

He gave a subtle smile as if saying 'I'll see you later,' and walked toward the main building.

“What the—? Did you all just slack off? Why do you look like that?”

Martha twisted her lips as she scanned the Light Wind swordsmen.

“No, we trained...”

Burren let out a heavy sigh, determined to ensure proper training from now on.

“You won't be able to sleep from now on...”

Runaan nodded seriously, following Raon.

“You’re all dead meat!”

Even Dorian raised a small fist at the Light Wind swordsmen.

Rimmer swallowed hard as he watched Raon’s retreating figure. Although he had trained the Light Wind swordsmen diligently, the growth on that side was so bizarre that he couldn't say anything against it.

“W-what the heck…?”

Krein clutched his head, staring at the backs of Raon and the four others.

“What in the world happened to them? They all came back like copies of Raon Zieghart!”

*   *   *

Raon stepped into the audience chamber and stood before Glenn’s throne.

“Raon Zieghart and four members of the Light Wind division reporting. We have returned after completing our training at the Holy Sword Alliance.”

He formally announced their return, kneeling and bowing his head.

Behind him, Burren, Martha, Runaan, and Dorian also knelt.

“Rise.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Hmm, I see… Huff!”

Glenn, as he looked at Raon’s face, suddenly let out a sharp breath.

His expression was hard to describe. He looked happy, but also sad, and even like a corpse whose breath had stopped.

No, all those expressions were mixed together, making for a very strange face.

“He-Head of house? Are you alright?”

“Huff, I’m fine.”

Glenn clutched his chest with one hand, shaking his head.

“Ahem! It’s been a while, so I was a bit flustered.”

He slowly calmed his breathing and smoothed out his twisted expression.

“You’ve all achieved growth worthy of your two-month absence. Each of you has improved.”

Glenn’s gaze swept over Raon and the others, a deep smile of satisfaction crossing his face.

“It seems your time there was far from ordinary.”

"Yes. Once again, there are many things to report."

Raon nodded as he organized the events from the Holy Sword Alliance in his mind.

“Go ahead.”

“Understood. Then…”

Raon told him everything, from the various trainings they had done, the unique swordsmen of the Holy Sword Alliance, and even the return of the former master of the Holy Sword Alliance.

"So that's how you were able to achieve such growth. Expanding the realm of the versatile sword even further is an even greater achievement than your growth in strength."

Glenn spoke of the positive changes and growth, and smiled slightly.

"...And so Darkan was alive after all. He gouged out his eyes and learned the Heart Sword... That's just like him."

He seemed to have anticipated Darkan’s survival to some extent, his lips pursing slightly in thought. Yet, there was no trace of regret over not having finished him.

“Head of house.”

Raon looked at Glenn and bowed his head.

“There’s something I wish to ask you.”

“Go ahead.”

Glenn gestured with his hand, signaling that he would answer whatever question Raon had.

"Is there an ancestor of Zieghart with blond hair and red eyes like me who uses the Dancing Sword? Ah! Also uses the aura of fire, and its color is golden."

Raon described one by one the appearance of the ancestor he had seen in his dreams, and looked at Glenn.

“Hmm!”

Glenn’s eyes widened in surprise, then slowly lowered as he contemplated the question.

"As you know, blond hair and red eyes are not that rare in Zieghart. If you go back in history, there are countless swordsmen. But there is only one person who used golden flames."

His red eyes, carrying the flame of respect, were lowered.

“The first head of Zieghart. Only that person drew forth golden flames.”

 

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