The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 855

 Chapter 855

 

‘How far… Can I go?’

Raon repeated Glenn’s words to himself, clenching his fingers.

‘What exactly did he mean by that?’

Karoon Zieghart had shed the shell of his inferiority complex and become an entirely different person.

There was no longer any conflict between them, so Raon couldn’t understand why Glenn had told him to consider how far he could go.

Still, Glenn’s words couldn’t be dismissed lightly. While they often seemed casual, they always carried a deeper meaning.

‘I should just observe for now, as he said.’

Even without Glenn’s instructions, watching a duel between Transcenders would greatly benefit him. Raon resonated with the Ring of Fire to sharpen his focus.

“We seem to have an uninvited guest.”

Karoon clicked his tongue lightly as he looked at Raon standing beside Glenn.

Despite his words, his expression didn’t seem particularly displeased.

“I invited him, so he’s not an uninvited guest.”

Glenn shook his head calmly.

“If you don’t want him here, I’ll send him away, but since he’s here, I thought he might as well watch.”

Glenn shrugged, leaving the decision to Karoon.

“I don’t mind.”

Karoon nodded slightly, his gaze composed.

“I had no intention of showing my full strength to the head of house anyway.”

He flexed his fingers, implying that he intended to keep his true capabilities hidden even from Glenn.

“I see.”

Glenn nodded with a faint smile.

"Then let’s not waste any time and get started right away."

Dusting off his hands lightly, Glenn walked to the center of the training ground.

“Understood.”

Karoon briefly glanced at Raon before lowering his hand and drawing his sword silently.

“Hmm…”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he observed Karoon’s stance.

“He seems stronger.”

It hadn’t been long since Karoon had reached Transcendence, but his entire presence felt fundamentally different from before.

Not just seems—it’s certain he’s gotten stronger.

Wrath frowned as he looked at Karoon.

‘Really?’

Yes. When he first reached Transcendence, the chaotic flow of his realm was unsteady, but now it has stabilized. And while he’s not sure what, he seems to have grown outwardly as well.

Nodding as if he had confirmed it for himself, Wrath added, you’ll see for yourself soon enough.

“I’ll go first.”

Karoon raised his sword with elegant poise, his stance embodying the grace of nobility. From his blade rose a noble yet sharp aura.

“Alright.”

Glenn drew his Heavenly Tremor, his eyes as sharp as the gleaming blade, showing he had no intention of holding back.

Boom!

Before the sound of their footsteps, like the shattering of the earth into tiny fragments, could fully echo, Glenn and Karoon collided at the center of the training ground.

Clang!

The clash of their swords sparked black flashes in midair, leaving dark cracks spreading through the void.

True to their natures, neither Glenn nor Karoon backed down as their swords locked head-on.

“Hm.”

Glenn muttered, a faint smile forming on his lips as he noticed the thin, silk-like layer of aura wrapping tightly around Karoon's blade.

“You’ve grown enough to truly be called a Transcender.”

He stroked his chin with satisfaction at his son’s growth.

“You can use a bit more strength.”

Karoon unleashed a sharp energy wave, pressing against Glenn’s entire body.

“This is just a light spar, no need to get so worked up.”

Glenn said calmly. Yet, contrary to his words, he unleashed dense lightning energy that surged forward, pushing Karoon back.

Boom!

Unable to withstand the force imbued in Glenn’s Heavenly Tremor Sword, Karoon was flung backward, his feet carving deep grooves into the ground as he landed.

“You haven’t run out of energy already, have you?”

Glenn tilted his chin provocatively.

“No. This is just the beginning.”

Karoon bent his ankle so sharply that the front of his shoe crumpled as he stepped forward.

His movements were swift and precise, with a sharpness that radiated nobility. Without relying on flashy techniques, his refined swordsmanship conveyed the resolve of a noble swordsman determined to prove himself.

Swooosh!

Karoon’s determined strike pierced through Glenn’s shield of lightning, driving the sharp blade inward.

"Impressive."

Glenn said with a faint smile, meeting Karoon's sword head-on. Even though the strike carried the will of Transcender, Glenn’s Heavenly Tremor remained unwavering.

“It’s called the Brilliant Wise Sword.”

Karoon declared, revealing the name of his sword technique. He twisted his wrist and arm into a straight line, unleashing a fluid yet direct strike imbued with extreme swiftness, aimed squarely at Glenn’s vital point.

Chiiing!

Fast, sharp, solid, and dignified—Karoon had honed these four qualities to perfection, attaining the realm of Transcendence through sheer refinement.

The ideal swordsmanship that Burren had always envisioned had manifested in Karoon’s hands.

“You’re getting me excited!”

Glenn exclaimed, his hearty laughter filling the air as he met Karoon’s strike head-on. Their strength, speed, and swordsmanship principles clashed repeatedly, sending powerful shock waves rippling across the entire area.

Kugugugugu!

Raon swallowed dryly as he watched Glenn’s destructive lightning clashes and Karoon’s noble, flowing water-like movements.

“So this is a spar between Transcenders…”

Though it was supposed to be a spar, it felt more like a duel to the death, as neither Glenn nor Karoon gave any ground, exchanging ferocious, killing-intent-filled strikes.

Even if Glenn wasn’t using half of his true strength, Karoon keeping up to this extent was astonishing.

“Piercing Sword Stance.”

Karoon thrust the sword that had been tilted back behind his waist. The majestic energy imbued in the sword's blade swirled like a vortex, forming a single point that unleashed an ultimate wave.

“Lightning Lotus Flower Dance.”

Glenn dragged Heavenly Tremor upward, scraping the ground. Lightning that had been blazing along the blade burst forth, blooming into a majestic red flower.

Kuwaaaaaang!

The Transcenders’ ultimate techniques collided, shaking the entire training ground as though it would collapse.

However, neither Glenn nor Karoon showed any intention of stopping. Instead, they exchanged increasingly rapid strikes.

Goooooo.

Observing Glenn and Karoon’s spar as if he were personally immersed in it, Raon’s red eyes gleamed as he moved his fingertips incessantly.

It was as if he intended to absorb every detail of their swordsmanship.

*   *   *

Kyaaaaaang!

After about 30 minutes of intense sparring, Glenn and Karoon lowered their swords and simultaneously stepped back.

“…”

“Huff…”

Glenn remained composed and steady, while Karoon, drenched in sweat, exhaled heavily, his strength completely drained.

“Are you satisfied now?”

Glenn sheathed Heavenly Tremor, nodding at Karoon.

“…Yes, I feel much better.”

Karoon bowed slightly in gratitude, though his expression remained stern and composed.

“Raon.”

Glenn smiled faintly as he turned to Raon.

“What did you think?”

“…”

Karoon wiped the sweat from his brow, turning his gaze to Raon, curious about his response.

“Thanks to you both, I now understand how Transcenders should fight.”

Raon nodded, looking from Glenn to Karoon in turn.

‘Just because you’ve become a Transcender doesn’t mean you can do everything.’

Achieving Transcendence does not mean becoming an all-capable being adept at everything.

A Transcender's battle is fought by honing and sharpening the weapon they have refined thus far.

‘For me, it’ll be the versatile sword and emotions.’

The versatile sword, which contains the principles of swordsmanship, and the authority of the demon kings, along with the power of emotions that Rimmer had helped him realize. These were the two values he needed to pursue moving forward.

"It seems the master of Central Martial Palace has improved a lot since I last saw him. Did you experience some kind of lucky opportunity?"

Raon congratulated Karoon sincerely.

“…”

Karoon gazed at him silently for a moment before nodding.

"I killed an ancient dragon."

“Pardon?”

“When the White Blood Religion attacked Zieghart, the dragons’ breath destroyed our walls. For revenge, I sought out a nearby dragon’s nest.”

He suddenly began talking about his experience.

“I almost died. I underestimated it because the head of house made it look easy, swatting them away like lizards, but an adult dragon was on a completely different level. Its sheer presence alone was equal to that of a Transcender, and when it became an ancient dragon, it gained unique abilities as well.”

Karoon nodded, explaining that his battle to the death with the ancient dragon was what allowed him to reach his current level.

“If you ever encounter one, be cautious.”

Contrary to expectations, Karoon not only explained how he had grown but also gave a warning about ancient dragons before sheathing his sword.

“Well, considering you and Aris already took down a mad dragon, this advice might be unnecessary.”

Karoon dusted off his shoulder as he spoke.

“Not at all. Thank you.”

Raon, momentarily stunned, bowed his head.

Karoon wasn’t exactly kind, but he had answered the question and even offered advice, leaving Raon unsure of how to respond.

“Raon.”

Glenn approached him with a faint smile, seemingly pleased with the situation.

“You mentioned you’d be throwing a small party tomorrow at the annex building, right?”

“Pardon? Ah, yes!”

Raon nodded at Glenn.

“Hold it the evening after tomorrow instead.”

Glenn said, lowering his hand and explaining that rescheduling would allow him to attend.

“Understood.”

Since Raon had been explaining things about both grandfathers to Sia, holding it later would probably work out better, so he nodded.

“Then, is there something happening tomorrow?”

“Oh, I’m expecting a guest the day after tomorrow.”

Glenn waved his hand, mentioning that someone was coming.

“A guest…”

Raon blinked as he looked at Karoon, who was finished tidying his clothes.

“No!”

Karoon frowned, stating he had no intention of attending such a party, and turned on his heel.

“Hmm…”

Raon sighed as he watched Karoon leave the training ground with his usual elegance.

‘I really can’t figure him out.’

He gestured toward Karoon with a flick of his fingers.

‘Any idea why he acts like that?’

Maybe he’s starving and has gone mad?

“….”

Not everyone in the world is like you.

*   *   *

Two days later.

Raon was enduring what felt like the greatest suffering of his life as he played house with Sia.

Bang! Baang! Baaang!

A knocking sound loud enough to break the annex building door echoed.

“Raon! Edgar!”

Hearing a familiar voice, Raon exited his room to find Rector coming in through the entrance, hair swept straight back as if he had run all the way there.

“I heard Sia woke up! Where is she?”

Rector’s trembling, wrinkled fingers showed how eager he was to see Sia.

“Grandfather…?”

Raon widened his eyes in shock at Rector.

Contacting him in the Holy Sword Alliance required numerous steps, and Raon hadn’t even written a letter yet. How had he arrived so quickly?

“F-Father?”

“How did father get here…?”

Sylvia and Edgar also looked utterly baffled, their mouths agape.

“I contacted him.”

Glenn appeared from behind Rector.

“Since we have been searching for a way to wake Sia, I sent him a letter right away.”

Glenn gave a faint smile, explaining that he and Rector had their own private line of communication.

“Ah, right. Thank you for calling him, father.”

Sylvia bowed to Rector, expressing her gratitude.

“You seem to have arrived a bit early… Aargh!”

Edgar scrunched his nose, only to be kicked in the rear by Rector.

“So, where is my Sia?”

Rector, trembling with excitement, looked around frantically, his breath heavy.

“Yes, bring Sia here.”

Glenn also appeared eager to see her, giving a firm nod.

“Understood.”

Raon nodded lightly at Glenn and Rector.

‘Good thing I explained about him too.’

It was fortunate he had explained not only Glenn but also Rector to Sia. With her social nature, she might not just accept both grandfathers—she could end up turning them into her loyal servants.

“Sister.”

Raon turned back and called out to Sia, who was peeking through the door.

“Come on out.”

“Okay!”

With a determined nod, Sia—who had insisted on wearing pigtails—stepped into the hallway.

“Aah...”

Seeing that Sia had awakened, Rector’s eyes welled up with tears as though his greatest wish had been fulfilled.

“Mmh!”

Glenn also appeared on the verge of bursting, biting his trembling lip to stifle a grin at her cuteness.

“I explained yesterday, right? The one with mom is grandpa Glenn, and the one with dad is grandpa Rector.”

Raon gently nudged Sia forward toward Glenn and Rector.

“Grandpa?”

Sia rolled her big eyes as she looked at Glenn and Rector in turn. She offered a bright smile and bowed.

“Hello!”

“Sia!”

“Sia…”

Rector couldn’t hold back his tears, spreading his arms wide, while Glenn, seemingly calmer, still failed to hide his trembling hands.

“Come here!”

The two grandfathers simultaneously reached out, beckoning her with arms wide open. Evidently, the explanations had been enough that they now felt comfortable calling her granddaughter. Still, watching them compete even in this moment was rather amusing.

How many children are there in this room…?

Wrath let out a snort of disbelief.

“Hmm…”

Sia's big eyes darted from Glenn to Rector as she seemed to ponder who to approach first.

“Just go to the one you like more.”

Raon grinned mischievously, wiggling his fingers. Since he’d explained both of them to her, he was curious to see whom she’d choose.

“The one I like more?”

“Yep.”

When Raon nodded, Sia suddenly grabbed his hand.

“Then I like Raon the most.”

Sia hugged Raon tightly, declaring that she needed to take care of her little brother.

“Ugh…”

Caught in her embrace, Raon quickly glanced up.

Goooooo!

A moment ago, Glenn and Rector’s eyes had been sparkling with affection and excitement for Sia. Now, they had dimmed into ferocious glares like wild beasts.

Crackle!

To make matters worse, even Sylvia and Edgar were glaring at him with rising fury.

“This…this isn’t what I—um, wait…!”

Raon gulped a deep breath, feeling the iciness that enveloped the annex building.

Puhahahaha! You’ve dug your own grave!

Wrath cackled with glee as if he were having the time of his life.

From today, he’s making your sister one of the King of Essence’s subordinates! She’s a delight to watch!

Wrath, roaring with laughter, declared this was the most amusing scene he’d witnessed in a long time.

‘Just wait. At the party, you’ll only get Nadine bread…’

 

 

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