The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 858

 Chapter 858

 

Raon headed straight to the fifth training ground after leaving the True Martial Palace.

'Are they training already?'

Even though the break period wasn’t over yet, the sound of shouts and the slicing air from swinging swords echoed from the fifth training ground.

‘Well, I suppose training is fun at times like this.’

When one reaches the realm of Master, able to express every movement they envision, it’s only natural that swordsmen would find training enjoyable.

You're the only madman who finds training fun!

Wrath waved his hands as if telling him to stop spouting nonsense.

‘Really? I’m having fun even now.’

Raon wasn’t lying. He could literally feel himself improving each time he swung his sword—he found himself looking forward to training sessions more and more.

That’s exactly why you’re a madman! Out of all the humans the King of Essence has seen, you’re by far the craziest!

Wrath furrowed his brow, grumbling that it felt like half of Raon’s brain had turned into a sword.

‘That’s not true. I’m not the only strange one. There are plenty of weird people besides me. Like Balder, who we just saw.’

Ugh, that thick-skulled ironhead really is something else…

‘And Merlin.’

Ugh, that madwoman…

Seemingly unable to argue, Wrath let out a low groan.

‘See?’

After successfully convincing Wrath, Raon opened the door to the training ground and stepped inside.

As he had sensed earlier, the Light Wind swordsmen were scattered across the training ground, each engrossed in their own sword practice.

“Ah! Division leader! You’re here!”

Dorian ran up to Raon with a wide grin.

“Thanks again for the meal yesterday! It was really delicious!”

He bowed, thanking Raon enthusiastically.

“Showing up only after lunch? Huh? Even the division leader is slacking off these days. You should—gah!”

Krein clicked his tongue and was mid-sentence when Martha smacked him on the back of his head, sending him tumbling forward..

“Why’d you hit me?!”

Krein clutched the back of his head, genuinely in pain, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Do you think you’re him?”

Martha glared down at Krein, furrowing her brows.

“This freak wakes up at dawn, trains, and then comes here to train even more!”

She shook her head, saying Raon had probably already finished both his early morning and morning training sessions.

“Oh? So you’ve been watching all that? Your interest in the division leader is impressive. As expected...”

“Die already!”

“Argh!”

Krein, who had been snickering while teasing Martha, was promptly stomped on with her boot.

“There’s no need to even watch him. Back when we were trainees, he was always the first to show up and the last to leave.”

Burren said, shivering at the memory of trying to keep up with Raon’s training schedule.

“I pride myself on my persistence, but that guy was just relentless.”

Even now, just thinking about it made him break out in a cold sweat, and he shook his head.

“I just slept…”

Runaan stretched her arms lazily, her fingers interlocked, as she casually mentioned how she always slept well.

“Nobody ever expected more from you, Sleepyhead.”

Martha scrunched her nose in disgust.

“Now that you mention it, Lady Runaan, you do sleep more than anyone, so you technically have less training time. Yet you’re still the strongest among the team leaders. Your talent must be off the charts.”

Dorian’s eyes widened in admiration.

“Hmm, now that you mention it, that’s true,” Burren admitted, nodding in agreement.

“Am I… a genius?”

Runaan made a peace sign with her fingers and looked at Raon, her tone genuinely curious.

“Well, you are a genius.”

 

Raon found her innocent question and gesture endearing, and he nodded with a faint smile.

“More of a genius than the Rakshasa woman.”

Runaan shifted her gaze to Martha, curling her lips into a subtle smirk.

“You…!”

Seeing someone who rarely smiled sneer at her, Martha’s face flushed red with anger.

“Genius my ass! If we fight for real, I’ll win!”

Martha drew her sword, ready to fight her right then and there.

“Challenging a genius?”

“You’re not a genius!”

Runaan and Martha pressed their foreheads together, growling at each other like two wild animals.

“Ooh! Is this going to be a spar between Martha and Runaan?”

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen this!”

“Runaan’s been winning lately. How will it go this time?”

The Light Wind swordsmen smiled in anticipation as they quickly set up a temporary sparring area.

Raon watched the Light Wind swordsmen gathering in clusters, chatting and laughing, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

‘It feels like things have gone back to how they used to be.’

Seeing Martha and Runaan bickering, Krein crawling on the ground after being hit, and Dorian handing out supplies reminded him of the days before Rimmer’s death, when the fifth training ground was filled with joy and life.

Rimmer had cherished this place so much that he even set his personal vault’s password to “fifth training ground.” Raon felt a sense of relief seeing the training ground return to its former liveliness.

“Attention for a moment.”

Raon clapped his hands, gathering the swordsmen’s attention.

“You all know we’ll need to go to Seipia to return our master’s sword, right?”

He glanced around, nodding as he continued.

“Of course. We’re ready to leave anytime,” Burren said, raising his hand.

“You said it’d be this week. When exactly are we going?”

Martha asked, rolling her shoulders and urging him to give a specific date.

“I was planning on going tomorrow, but…”

Raon scanned the swordsmen’s faces, twisting his lips into a faint smirk.

“Looking at your current state, you all need a bit of sharpening.”

“Sh-sharpening?”

Dorian’s lips trembled, his instincts sensing danger.

“You’ve all lost some of your edge. If you meet the Protector with eyes as dull as they are now, it’ll disgrace our master. So, let’s hit—no, I mean spar a little.”

Raon gave a dry chuckle, tapping the scabbard of his sword.

“You totally said ‘hit’ before quickly changing it! You definitely meant hitting…”

“Krein, you’ll be first.”

Before Krein could finish complaining, Raon unsheathed Heavenly Drive, still in its scabbard, and struck him.

“Aaaargh!”

Despite raising his sword to block, Krein couldn’t handle the force and collapsed to the ground.

“See? You’re completely out of it.”

“How am I supposed to defend against a Transcender’s sword… Ugh!”

Krein tried to complain but was promptly silenced by Raon’s fist, flipping backward with his eyes rolling back.

“Well, that’s one down—Krein is done.”
Raon beckoned for the next person with a flick of his finger.

“This—this isn’t sparring! It’s just violence…!”

Dorian grumbled under his breath, only to immediately throw himself to the right.

“Oh, nice reflexes, as expected of your mind’s eye.”

Raon chuckled softly, standing in place.

“I-I was sure you’d go for my thigh this time… So why aren’t you moving?”

Dorian blinked rapidly, confused as to why Raon wasn’t moving despite his prediction.

“You can’t rely too much on it. Even the mind’s eye doesn’t let you see everything. A moment ago, you flinched at my killing intent. That’s why you jumped.”

After offering his sharp advice, Raon struck Dorian’s side as he tried to dodge left.

“Urgh!”

Holding his waist, Dorian collapsed, rolling across the floor in pain.

“Your skills have dulled even more than I thought. It’s going to take more than a day or two to fix this. Next!”

Raon called for the third person, curling his finger again.

“Ah…”

“Ugh…”

The swordsmen of the Light Wind division stared at Raon’s long, beckoning finger and all had the same thought:

The madman is back.

The demon who had been obsessed with sparring and tormenting them had returned after a long absence. Their faces turned pale with dread.

It seems he was right from the beginning….

Wrath shook his head as he watched Raon.

You really are the craziest human the King of Essence has ever met!

*   *   *

After finishing the light sparring session with the Light Wind swordsmen, Raon entered his office.

“You were here.”

He bowed his head to the Gambling Monster, who was drinking liquor with his feet propped up on the desk.

“I figured I could relax and drink for once since you were busy killing the kids.”

The Gambling Monster muttered lazily, tossing a peanut into his mouth.

“Then shall I accompany you for a drink?”

“You’re no fun.”

He lightly waved his hand.

“Unlike that damned gambler, he was good at drinking...”

The Gambling Monster clicked his tongue briefly and downed the remaining liquor in his glass.

"Is that so? Then I guess I'll have to take this back."

Saying it was a shame, Raon took a golden liquor bottle out of his subspace pocket. It was a high quality liquor he had bought from a coastal city to give to the Gambling Monster as a present.

“Liquor? What liquor… Huh? Ba, Barcian? How did you get your hands on something this rare!”

"I went to a tavern for a meal, and it caught my eye, so I bought it."

Raon said he thought the Gambling Monster would like it while shaking the bottle lightly.

"Y-Yeah! Then hurry and—"

"But you said you didn’t want to drink with me," Raon sighed as he pulled the bottle back.

"You—you don’t even get drunk!"

The Gambling Monster quickly shook his head, clarifying that it wasn’t because he didn’t want to drink.

"How could I bear the embarrassment if I pass out first!"

He admitted that losing in a drinking contest scared him as he bit his lips.

“I’m joking.”

Raon smiled faintly and handed the liquor bottle to him.

"Ooooh!"

The Gambling Monster immediately popped open the lid and sniffed the aroma.

"This is it…."

Just from the aroma, he said he felt intoxicated, smacking his lips eagerly.

"Let’s see…."

He wiped his glass clean, poured the shimmering liquor, which sparkled like a sunset-lit sea, and slowly sipped it.

"…Good. It's aged perfectly."

He leaned deeply into his chair, closing his eyes with satisfaction.

"May I have a glass as well?"

Raon took a glass from the cupboard and held it out.

“It’s a waste to give some to someone who doesn’t even get drunk.”

The Gambling Monster clicked his tongue but still poured the liquor.

"Thank you."

Raon smiled as he downed the drink in one gulp. The liquor was so strong that it burned his throat, making him involuntarily grimace.

"Here."

The Gambling Monster pushed a bowl of peanuts toward him.

“It’s bitter. It seems I really am not the right kind of person to drink with you.”

With a slight grin, Raon popped some peanuts into his mouth. He still didn’t know what was so great about the taste of liquor, but right now, he wanted to share another drink with the Gambling Monster.

"Don’t take it seriously, it was a joke."

The Gambling Monster let out a small laugh, saying drinkers like having someone in front of them regardless.

"Thank you."

Raon set down his glass and bowed his head.

"Thanks to you holding your position, the kids seem to have found some stability."

The Gambling Monster continued to show up at the fifth training ground even after Rimmer's death, offering support and helping the swordsmen cope with their grief.

It must’ve been hard for him too, and Raon appreciated his efforts take on everyone’s emotions.

“…Did he really leave with a smile?”

The Gambling Monster narrowed his brows as he poured liquor into his empty glass.

“Yes. He left without regret, smiling brightly. I believe it’s because he trusted you, Sir Gambling Monster.”

Raon nodded with a gentle smile.

“…You, and that guy, both of you are a real headache.”

The Gambling Monster grumbled and roughly crunched on a handful of peanuts.

“Since you’re in an annoyed mood, I have one more request.”

“A request?”

"Yes. It's an important matter."

Raon met his gaze and bowed.

"From now on…."

* *    *

"Sister, when swinging a sword, you shouldn’t grip it too tightly."

Raon lightly loosened Sia’s fingers on the wooden sword she was holding.

"Don’t use your whole hand, just grip lightly with your fingertips. That way, you can move the sword with your will."

"Okay!"

Following Raon’s advice, Sia loosened her grip and swung the sword.

Whoooosh!

Even without activating any aura, the air split with a sharp sound, and a gust of wind cut through the surface of the lake.

Such a feat was possible because she still retained the body of a Grandmaster.

“Wow! That feels amazing!”

Sia laughed gleefully.

“Well done.”

Raon nodded, praising her effort with an encouraging smile.

“Now it’s your job to protect this house, sister. Can you do it?”

"Yes!"

Sia nodded confidently, assuring him she’d handle it.

“But what about you, Raon? Aren’t you going to protect it too?"

“I’m heading out briefly to escort my master on his final journey.”

"Master?"

Sia blinked, unfamiliar with the word.

“He’s the one who made me a better person. He also helped me meet you.”

“Then I want to meet him!”

Sia raised her hand, saying she also wanted to greet him.

"I’ll introduce you later."

Raon smiled softly, saying now wasn’t the time.

"Alright, got it."

Sia didn’t fully understand but nodded, sensing something in his expression.

"Then I’ll protect the house! Go and come back soon!"

Straightening her posture confidently, Sia declared her responsibility to protect the annex building.

“Thank you, sister.”

Saying he was counting on her, Raon walked over to Sylvia and Edgar, who were seated at the table in the garden.

"I’ll be going now."

"Alright, always be careful."

Sylvia nodded, holding his hand tightly.

"Give him a proper send-off"

Edgar glanced bitterly at Rimmer’s leaf-shaped sword sheathed at his waist.

“It’s a shame I can’t go with you.”

Merlin, who had been drinking tea between Sylvia and Edgar, let out a short sigh as though disappointed.

“Is that so….”

Raon let out a soft chuckle as he noticed the glint in Merlin’s eyes.

Ridiculous nonsense!

Wrath furrowed his brows deeply.

That madwoman will surely follow you!

He frowned, muttering that it was obvious she’d chase after Raon by possessing the body of an animal.

‘I agree.’

Raon smirked faintly and nodded. Merlin might have claimed she was too tired and needed rest, but it was obvious she would follow regardless.

‘Speaking of which, where did Lust go?’

Considering she still hadn’t shown up, it seemed she’d lost her way and wandered elsewhere.

‘Can’t she sense the energy in this bracelet to find us?’

No, even if she senses it on the right, she’d still head left like the idiot she is.

Wrath grumbled in annoyance, adding that dealing with Merlin alone was already a headache and that Raon shouldn’t concern himself with Lust.

‘That bad, huh…’

Even so, Raon wasn’t too concerned. Lust hadn’t revealed her true intentions yet, and there were very few who could match her in power, so there didn’t seem to be much to worry about.

“Well then.”

After bidding farewell to the three, Raon left the annex building and headed straight for the fifth training ground.

The swordsmen of the Light Wind division were already standing in rows before the platform.

Step.

Raon climbed the platform with a heavy step.

"This is…."

He scanned the sharp, blade-like gazes of the swordsmen before speaking.

“The final journey with our master.”

Gripping Rimmer’s sword at his waist, he nodded.

"It’s not a permanent farewell. Think of it as a chance to say goodbye while hoping to meet again someday in a different way."

"Yes Sir!"

“This is also a path to show what kind of people we are, as those he left behind. Steady yourselves as if heading into a battlefield.”

“We will keep that in mind!”

The Light Wind swordsmen responded with firm, decisive voices, each placing their hands on their swords in unison.

“Then, let’s depart.”

Raon exuded a powerful energy wave as he descended from the platform, passing through the center of the Light Wind swordsmen.

Whoosh.

The swordsmen followed closely, emanating sharp energy as if declaring they wouldn’t fall behind.

 

 

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