The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 823

 Chapter 823

 

"You said you saw a soul stone?"

Aris snorted as she looked at Rabawin.

"What could you possibly have seen? You’ve only got one eye, you one-eyed fool."

"This thing is fake!"

Rabawin tore off the fake eyepatch and frowned.

“You forced me to wear it even though I didn't want to!”

"But you still can’t see properly, right?"

Aris tapped her chin, saying that with the eyepatch on, he couldn't properly see.

"Actually..."

Rabawin scratched his head awkwardly, lifting the eyepatch.

“I did poke a tiny hole in it, about the size of a millet grain...”

He glanced down awkwardly, as if embarrassed to admit he had made a hole in the eyepatch.

“There’s no one who sticks to their role properly around here.”

Aris sighed, tapping the letter in her hand.

“Anyway, you really saw it, right? If the old man sent the same letter twice, it must be something important.”

Her gaze sharpened as she asked for confirmation.

“I know that too. Since the head of house sent the letter himself, it's obviously important. But I definitely saw it.”

Rabawin nodded seriously, his eyes sincere.

"When the sun and moon meet at their closest—whatever nonsense that was... Anyway, where did you see the Soul Stone?"

“Do you remember when we hadn't been at sea for long, and you made a fuss about catching a whale with a fishing rod?”

He lowered his hand as if to jog her memory.

"I remember. We didn't catch the whale, but we ran into the White Blood Religion instead."

Aris chuckled, saying she remembered everything.

"Yeah. You picked a fight, and we were the ones who had to fight it."

Rabawin frowned, reminding her of how she abandoned them and went straight back to the ship out of laziness.

"That was tough back then..."

"There were too many of them."

The bald middle-aged man and the woman with the eyepatch both shook their heads, as if remembering that day.

"I don't remember it. Didn't I take them all down by myself?"

Aris straightened her back proudly, even though she had no memory of it.

“Haa, well, whatever.”

Rabawin let out a long sigh and lifted his gaze.

"That’s when I saw the Soul Stone."

He narrowed his eyes, pointing to the sun floating in the sky.

"The sun and moon were so close they cast shadows on each other, and strange light flickered all around them. At the moment when the sun and the moon passed each other like parted lovers, the stone I was standing on flashed with a rainbow light."

Rabawin clasped his hands, as though recalling an unforgettable memory.

"You idiot! If you saw something like that, you should have picked it up immediately!"

Aris thumped her chest in frustration.

“I'm telling you, I was busy fighting because of you!”

Rabawin swung his hand as if slashing down with a sword.

“I only saw it because I got knocked down by an Apostle and ended up alone!”

He gritted his teeth, as if the anger from that time resurfaced.

“So, do you remember the location?”

Aris ignored Rabawin’s anger and asked about the location of the Soul Stone.

"Ugh, I do. It's a rocky island not far from Sevil Island. But..."

Rabawin's eyes darted sideways.

"There are so many rocks and stones there, and it’s been so long that..."

"Then just spend some time looking for it!"

Aris tilted her head as if wondering what the problem was.

"You say that because you won’t be the one..."

Rabawin turned his head, biting his lip.

“What did you say?”

“N-no, nothing!”

He straightened his shoulders and shouted that he was talking to himself.

“First, we need to send a reply, right?”

“Yeah, we should.”

Rabawin nodded.

"Then why are you just standing there?"

“Huh? Me?”

“Then who else is going to do it!”

Aris threw the crumpled letter paper from her pocket at him.

"Ugh..."

Grumbling, Rabawin picked up the letter and walked toward the captain’s quarters, gnawing his lip.

"These days, kids don’t listen unless you spell it ou—huh?"

Just as Aris was shaking her head, a letter with Zieghart's seal dropped above her head.

“What? He sent another one already? What’s going on now?”

Aris looked at the letter with a serious gaze, sensing that this was no ordinary matter.

“He says he'll send Raon, so search for the Soul Stone together?”

She instantly wiped away her serious look and drew a cheerful smile.

“Guess I need to go welcome my dear nephew.”

*   *   *

Raon placed his hand on the scabbard of Heavenly Drive.

Srrrng!

The sword unsheathed itself and floated into the air.

‘It’s improved.’

Previously, his mastery of the Dancing Sword was too low, causing sharp friction sounds when unsheathing it. Now, it moved with the precision of being drawn by hand.

‘This is all thanks to...’

Raon clenched his fist over his chest.

‘...the Ring of Fire.’

The Ring of Fire had boosted the power of the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and his swordsmanship, accelerating his mastery of the Dancing Sword.

It felt like a seal binding him had been lifted, filling him with confidence to accomplish anything.

‘So this is why he called it a critical time.’

It was as if Glenn understood everything about him, advising him to make efficient use of this period.

As Glenn predicted, his martial arts progress was accelerating at an astonishing rate to the point where even without a major enlightenment he could reach Transcendence in a few years.

'Let's go even further.'

Raon performed the Fangs of Insanity with Heavenly Drive suspended in midair.

Swordsmanship freed from the constraints of human hands exhibited extreme liberty, ruthlessly tearing through the sky.

'Could the creator of the Fangs of Insanity also use the Dancing Sword?'

Using the Dancing Sword to perform the Fangs of Insanity, the slight awkwardness he had felt before smoothed out like silk.

It seemed the creator of the Fangs of Insanity had developed the Fangs of Insanity with the Dancing Sword in mind.

"Ha..."

Martha let out a puff of air as she watched Heavenly Drive float in midair.

"When did he become so natural with it?"

She shook her head in disbelief.

"It's definitely different."

Burren stroked his chin with a heavy nod.

"Before, his Dancing Sword was just brute force, but now, the principles of swordsmanship have begun to flow through it."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, marveling at Raon’s talent.

"At this rate, he might really make a Dancing Sword martial manual we can use, right?"

Martha licked her lips, seemingly excited.

“It's possible. That guy is someone who does what he sets his mind to.”

Burren smiled faintly, watching Raon focus on the Dancing Sword.

"A sword flying through the sky..."

Runaan gazed at the sharp aura emanating from Heavenly Drive with dreamy eyes.

"That’s not going to happen."

Martha shook her head as she looked at Runaan.

"Napping on a sword? Even the head of house can’t do that!"

She snorted, telling her to stop dreaming.

"I can."

Runaan narrowed her eyes, claiming she could even move in her sleep.

"You can’t."

"I can."

Martha and Runaan pressed their foreheads together, arguing, when the door to the training ground opened, and Roenn entered.

"Sir Roenn?"

As Raon turned to look, Heavenly Drive gently descended back into its scabbard.

"Huhuhu."

Roenn smiled warmly as he looked at Heavenly Drive, which had moved on its own.

"Such a refined Dancing Sword. I don't think I can match you anymore."

He nodded in admiration, seemingly genuinely impressed.

"I'm still far from it."

Raon shook his head with a smile.

Of course, you do!

Wrath agreed, spreading his hands wide.

You’re still a novice! There’s a long road ahead!

He wrinkled the bridge of his nose, as if to tell him not to be satisfied.

‘I know.’

Raon smirked as he stepped down from the platform and approached Roenn.

“Thank you for coming all this way. What brings you here?”

“The head of house has summoned you.”

Roenn bowed his head, saying it was an important matter.

"An important matter..."

If it’s something important right now, it must be about the Soul Stone to save Sia. It seemed he had managed to contact Aris.

“Well then, just for a moment….”

“Don’t worry and go.”

Just as Raon was about to instruct the Light Wind swordsmen to train independently, Rimmer, who was lying under the platform, waved his hand.

“I’ll take care of it.”

Rimmer assured him, yawning widely like a sloth.

“Alright.”

Under normal circumstances, Raon wouldn’t have trusted Rimmer and would have left the instructions to the team leaders. But now, seeing that Rimmer had been training seriously, he nodded.

“Then I’ll leave it to you.”

“Yeah, leave it to me.”

After bowing to Rimmer, Raon followed Roenn out of the fifth training ground.

“Ahem.”

Once Raon had left, Rimmer slowly climbed onto the platform.

“Alright, everyone, listen up.”

At his gesture, the Light Wind swordsmen paused their training and gathered before the platform.

“Today…”

“Today’s regular training is sword evaluation.”

Burren, thinking that Rimmer might not know what training was planned, quickly informed him of the schedule.

“Right, sword evaluation is fine, but I have something to say today.”

Rimmer shrugged as he looked over the Light Wind swordsmen.

“Here we go again. He just wants to slack off.”

Martha frowned, seeing through him immediately.

“Is it nap time?”

Runaan’s eyes sparkled with hope.

“Unfortunately, it’s not nap time.”

Rimmer chuckled softly and shook his head.

“Today, I want to talk about the Light Wind division.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, meeting the eyes of each member in turn.

“Including myself, all of you may not show it outwardly, but you must be carrying gratitude towards Raon in your hearts.”

Rimmer’s eyes glimmered quietly, like a dawn sky.

“So you all probably know. That there are circumstances Raon can’t talk about.”

He drew a gentle smile, as if saying everyone knew that already.

“Hmm…”

“That’s true.”

The Light Wind swordsmen nodded slightly, indicating they’d sensed it but hadn’t dared to ask.

“He doesn’t say it, but Raon has always been focused on one thing. The reason he trains day and night must be because of those circumstances.”

Rimmer glanced down at the platform where Raon had been training moments ago and clicked his tongue briefly.

"Even so, Raon created martial arts for you, helped with your training, and even saved your lives. I've also received much help from him."

He nodded, recalling the artificial energy center Raon had given him.

“And now, Raon is struggling. It’s time for us to repay that debt.”

Straightening his back, Rimmer placed a hand on his sword's scabbard.

“We understand that well enough, but how?”

Martha bit her lip as she looked at Rimmer.

“It’s simple.”

Rimmer raised his hand lightly.

“Become stronger and rise higher.”

His eyes flickered with a chill sharper than any sword.

“Higher?”

“You all know it—Light Wind is strong. The team leaders, of course, and even the members are at the level of squad leaders or vice leaders in other squads.”

Rimmer nodded, stating that Light Wind had become the strongest armed group, excluding the palace.

“We can’t stay in the Light Wind division forever. Whether by choice or external circumstances, we will eventually be separated, so grow as much as you can until then and become leaders of other divisions and squads.”

“Uh, that’s…”

Krein trembled slightly, his lips quivering as if he had a bad thought.

“It’s not rebellion or revolution.”

Rimmer shook his head lightly.

“Raon keeps his circumstances to himself to protect us and the family. When he leaves, we need to be strong enough and in a high enough position to help him.”

He told the Light Wind swordsmen to become leaders of squads or divisions, pounding his chest with his fist.

“Can you do that?”

“…”

The Light Wind swordsmen did not answer, but nodded with eyes full of determination.

“Uh, um…”

Dorian hesitantly approached the platform, extending his trembling hands.

“Can’t we just stay together?”

“That’s possible. But as the war intensifies and manpower runs thin, we’ll inevitably be divided.”

Rimmer shook his head, explaining that the current Light Wind division had become too strong.

"I understand what you're saying. I know you're right."

Martha let out a long sigh.

"But it's strange to hear such words from the vice division leader. Did you catch a terminal illness or something?"

Her dark eyes, like black pearls, were filled with worry as she looked at Rimmer.

“Yeah. It's weird….”

Runaan bit her lip, sensing that something was off about Rimmer.

"I'm an elf, you know? Even if I catch a terminal illness, I'll still live longer than you." Rimmer shook his head, telling them not to worry.

"Thanks for worrying about me, Martha, Runaan. You really are the best."

“Who’s worried about you!”

Martha snorted dismissively.

"Even though I said this, you don't need to risk your lives out of gratitude to Raon. Always put yourself first."

Rimmer waved his hand dismissively, advising them to prioritize themselves.

With a subtle smile, he mouthed words that no one could hear.

"Because one person is enough for that."

*   *   *

“Aris has sent a reply.”

As soon as he saw Raon, Glenn took out a crumpled letter that looked like it had been stuffed in some corner.

He couldn't believe that was a letter that had just arrived.

“She says she’s been stuck in some unknown dungeon all this time.”

“That’s a relief.”

Raon exhaled a faint sigh. He’d been worried something might have happened to Aris, but hearing she was simply “stuck” was reassuring.

“And…”

Glenn opened the letter and took a deep breath.

“She says she saw the Soul Stone.”

“What?”

Raon raised his chin, his eyes widening.

“The Soul Stone?”

He had been wondering where to begin the search and hadn’t expected news of the Soul Stone itself.

His heart raced so loudly he could hear it.

“It’s something Rabawin saw a long time ago.”

Glenn shook his head, saying there was no guarantee he could find it even if he went.

“Still… I have to go.”

Raon nodded firmly.

‘I have to do something.’

Sylvia, Edgar, and Glenn’s faces grew darker with each passing day.

For their sake, and most importantly for Sia, he had to find the Soul Stone.

Rabawin is trustworthy.

If it were Aris, he might have had doubts, but since it was Lavawin who said it, the credibility was high.

“Then I shall assign the Light Wind division the mission.”

Glenn’s eyes gleamed as he issued the command.

“The Light Wind division will join with Azure Wind to find the Soul Stone and return safely.”

Though issuing the order as the head of house, his gaze held the warmth of a grandfather.

“I accept the mission.”

Raon placed his hand over his chest and bowed his head.

"So when do you plan to depart?"

"I need to prepare, so I plan to leave at dawn tomorrow."

“Very well. Take care.”

Glenn handed over Aris’ letter, his voice trembling slightly.

“Yes.”

Raon bowed deeply to Glenn before leaving the audience chamber.

“Lady Aris and young master Raon…”

Roenn smiled softly, nodding.

"They don't seem like they would lose to anyone."

He said it seemed like good news would come back and drew a calm smile.

"After all, both Raon and Aris managed to defeat the mad dragon when they were weaker than they are now."

Even as Glenn expressed his anticipation, he couldn’t hide the worry in his eyes

*   *   *

Raon returned to the fifth training ground to inform the Light Wind division about the mission.

As he climbed onto the platform and looked at everyone, the mood was different from before.

‘What’s this?’

The swordsmen had always trained diligently, but now there was a palpable sense of urgency, as if they were staking their very lives on it.

It reminded him of the Rimmer he had seen at the head of house’s training ground not long ago.

“Hmm...”

Raon swallowed dryly and clapped his hands.

"A new mission has come in."

The Light Wind swordsmen stopped their training and gathered in front of the platform.

It wasn’t his imagination. Their eyes gleamed like sharpened blades.

"Well, it's a mission, but it's also a personal matter for me."

Raon nodded at the Light Wind swordsmen.

“As you all know, my older sister, Sia Zieghart, is still unable to wake up. It seems we’ve discovered a Soul Stone that might bring her back. The mission is to find it and return.”

He felt a bit embarrassed since it seemed like a personal matter even though it was called a mission.

“And so...”

“Yes!”

As he was about to add more, all the swordsmen of the Light Wind shouted a response like a battle cry. Their eyes burned with even more intensity than when they were training.

"D-departure is tomorrow at dawn. Since we'll be going out to sea by ship, make sure to prepare thoroughly."

"Understood!"

The Light Wind swordsmen nodded firmly with determined eyes, without any disheartening responses or showing worry, and left the training ground.

“What did you tell them during training?”

Raon raised an eyebrow at Rimmer.

“Nothing much. Just gave them a bit of a pep talk.”

Rimmer shrugged as if it was no big deal.

"Well then, I'll go prepare too."

He lightly patted Raon’s arm and sauntered off with his usual nonchalance.

‘What exactly is going on here?’

Raon blinked, dumbfounded.

This is why…

Wrath clicked his tongue.

This is why the King of Essence always says you lack awareness!

*   *   *

The following dawn.

Raon left the annex building early and headed to Sia’s room.

As always, Sylvia and Edgar were sitting by Sia's bedside, staying with their daughter who couldn’t wake up

“Raon, be careful. And remember, you’re the most important thing.”

Sylvia sighed, gripping Raon’s hand with worry in her eyes.

“While that’s true, as the division leader, you should prioritize your subordinates. Think of them as your own life. Not that I’m one to talk. I left my subordinates in the Holy Sword Alliance behind because of various reasons—”

“Stop it already!”

Sylvia cut off Edgar, covering his mouth before he could ramble further.

“Raon, take care. And look after the others as well.”

“I will.”

Raon said his farewells to Sylvia and Edgar before approaching Sia’s bed.

‘Just hold on a little longer.’

He clasped her hand and vowed to save her.

Koooom!

The heavy sound of footsteps echoed as the mansion’s door swung open with a force that made it seem like it would break.

‘What’s this?!’

Raon’s eyes widened as he hurried outside, only to see Aris standing there, her red hair flowing as she placed her hands on her hips and tilted her chin up.

“A-aunt?”

Raon’s jaw dropped as he took in her bright, mischievous smile.

“What are you doing here…?”

“I came to greet you.”

Aris smiled brightly, saying she wanted to see him quickly.

“G-greet me?”

Raon suddenly learned that “greeting” could mean barging into someone’s house.

Now that he thinks about it…

Wrath narrowed his eyes at Aris.

There doesn’t seem to be a single normal woman around you.

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