The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1047

 Chapter 1047

 

Raon gave the Light Wind swordsmen the order to thoroughly prepare for training and return, then headed toward the annex building.

The King of Essence thought you'd start grinding those kids right away?

Wrath rolled his eyes as if surprised.

‘I won’t be able to see their faces properly for two months, so I should at least say goodbye in advance.’

The ones who have to undergo hellish training for the war against the White Blood Religion aren’t just the Light Wind swordsmen.

He himself also had to train with the resolve to die, so it was only right to tell Sylvia and Edgar first.

Y-you’re not going to the annex building for two whole months…?

Wrath widened his eyes as if asking what that was supposed to mean.

‘It’s a waste of time going back and forth. I’ll stay in the lodging at the training ground.’

Raon shook his head, saying he needed to save even his travel time.

Then what about food!

‘Of course, I’ll eat at the training ground cafeteria.’

The side dishes there are too monotonous! It’s always the same things over and over!

Wrath grabbed Raon’s cheek, saying the menu repeated every week.

And it doesn’t taste as good as our house’s!

‘Can’t be helped.’

Raon pushed Wrath away with the back of his hand.

‘I can’t be putting the kids through hellish training while I sleep in a soft bed and eat lavish meals.’

Declaring that he had to sleep and eat the same as the Light Wind swordsmen in the lodging, he firmly brought his hand down.

Nooo! Absolutely unacceptable!

Wrath shouted his refusal and bit raon’s head.

‘Then, Nadine…’

It was when Raon was about to bring up the name of Nadine bread to Wrath, whose eyes were rolling back.

“Oh? Raon!”

Evelyn, who had been tending to the annex building garden, noticed him and waved her hand.

“It really is Raon?”

“My son! You’re back!”

Sylvia and Edgar brushed off the soil on their hands and stood up.

“Raon!”

Sia threw aside the shovel she was holding and ran into his arms.

“I’m back.”

Raon embraced the approaching Sia and bowed his head to everyone.

“When did you get back?”

Evelyn lowered her garden shears and approached.

“Just now. But… what are you doing here?”

Raon blinked at the garden shears in Evelyn’s hand.

“Weren’t you supposed to be creating magic?”

He had heard it would take two months to complete the magic, so he thought she’d be in her room, but she was tending the garden with his family.

“I’m working hard on it.”

Evelyn tapped her forehead lightly with her finger.

“Right now, I’m combining the formulas in my head.”

She smiled, saying she was working out the most efficient magic spell formula in her head.

“Can you even focus like that?”

“Sure. Coming out here and moving my body actually helps me use my head better.”

Evelyn rotated her shoulders, saying physical activity had a good effect on the mind.

“What about Lady Larian and Lady Chamber?”

“I talk with those two all the time. They’re clearly mages above my level, so just having conversations with them feels like it raises my magic realm.”

She curled her lips into a smile, saying she could feel her level increasing thanks to Chamber and Larian.

“That’s good to hear.”

Raon nodded, looking at Evelyn’s pleasant expression.

“Then, the magic will really be complete in two months, right?”

“Of course.”

Evelyn lowered her chin as if to say don’t worry.

“To be honest, two months is more than enough. Just completing the magic itself would take about a month, but I also have to improve its performance and run repeated tests, so I set it at two months.”

She raised her index finger, as if to say that one month would be enough for the magic itself.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed his head to Evelyn.

“It’s not even your business, and yet you're stepping up like this… really…”

“I told you, your business is my business!”

Evelyn shook her head firmly, saying that’s not the kind of thing you say after spending the night together.

“Sp-spending the night together…”

Sylvia’s lips trembled, as if those words still shocked her.

“My son! You need to take responsibility now!”

Edgar furrowed his brow, saying he couldn’t just pretend not to know.

“What does that mean?”

Sia blinked as if asking for an explanation.

“Our young master has already gone that far….”

Helen sniffled as if she was deeply moved.

“It’s not like that! I already explained everything!”

Raon shouted for them to come to their senses, saying it absolutely wasn’t like that, but no one listened to him, as if they were all under Evelyn’s spell.

“Sigh….”

Raon felt a headache coming on and massaged his temple with his finger.

Hah, there was another one….

Wrath swallowed dryly as he looked into Evelyn’s purple eyes.

That madwoman ranks above even you and that sword-obsessed lunatic!

He let out a hollow breath, saying that not even Raon’s madness, nor Darkan’s, could compare to Evelyn’s.

“By the way….”

Sylvia smacked her lips and looked around behind herself.

“Where’s father?”

“He returned to the Holy Sword Alliance.”

Raon explained that Rector had gone back to the Holy Sword Alliance to take a rest.

“I didn’t even get to say a proper goodbye….”

Sylvia’s eyes sank in disappointment, as if regretting not seeing him off.

“Didn't grandpa say he would come again?”

Sia stuck out her lips as if she missed Rector.

“He’ll be back soon, don’t worry.”

Edgar smiled faintly, saying it was obvious that Rector would return before long.

“Since the mission is over, are you going to rest for a while?”

He looked at Raon as if trying to change the subject, bringing up rest.

“No.”

Raon shook his head as he looked at Sylvia and Edgar.

“I’ll need to focus on training for the next two months.”

“Two months….”

“It’s a long time, but it can’t be helped.”

Though they said nothing, the two nodded heavily as if they understood his situation.

“That’s too long….”

Sia frowned as if displeased, but perhaps because she’d matured emotionally through adolescence, she didn’t throw a tantrum like before.

“That’s why, before that….”

Raon held Sia’s hand and met her gaze.

“I came to have a hearty meal with you all.”

“Really? Then I’ll get it ready! Helen!”

Sia called for Helen and dashed to the kitchen, saying she would prepare the meal herself.

“I'll have to show off my skills a bit too. Let's go!”

“Yes, my Lady!”

Sylvia smiled as if to say look forward to it and headed to the annex building with Helen.

Heoooook!

As soon as he heard the words a hearty meal, Wrath let out a gasp and fell off Raon’s head.

The Great Ra On.

As if he’d never cursed Raon at all, he clasped his hands together and wagged his tail.

The King of Essence never doubted you!

*   *   *

#Krein’s Training Log, Day 1.

Before officially beginning training, the palace master said we should go relax at a hot spring.

Everyone followed him with excited faces, but what awaited us wasn’t a hot spring, it was the freezing lake of North Grave Mountain.

The palace master, no, that lunatic, heated the lake with his aura and then threw us into it.

Training in the boiling water that felt like it would cook your bones and flesh, swinging our swords while protecting our bodies with aura, was pure torture.

But if you couldn’t endure the water and jumped out, a scabbard heated as if forged in fire would strike your crown, forcing you back into the lake.

[Th-the water’s scary! I wanna go home!]

Dorian cried with snot running down his face, shouting that he wanted to go home, and got smacked in the forehead by the scabbard, fainting on the spot.

This wasn’t a hot spring, it was hell. No different from  the Steaming Rod Hell, where your entire body is beaten with red-hot clubs.

Our palace master is a madman.

#Krein’s Training Log, Day 2.

As I made my way to the training ground, rubbing the crown of my head swollen like a lump, the palace master asked how the hot spring was yesterday.

If I’d had the strength, I would’ve sewn that bastard’s snout shut.

Since it was the second day, the palace master said it was time to begin proper training. He checked our swordsmanship himself and pointed out our strengths and weaknesses.

I was smiling in satisfaction, thinking that this was more structured than usual, when the palace master called me to the front.

Since I was used to it, I stepped up, bracing myself. The palace master ordered me to perform my sword technique again.

As I brought down my improved sword technique, reflecting on the strengths and weaknesses he’d mentioned, my vision went black.

When I opened my eyes again, an hour had passed, and the other swordsmen were sprawled on the ground like me.

Tilting my head, wondering what happened, the palace master called me again to perform my sword technique.

In a dazed state, I swung my sword, and again, darkness.

Only then did I realize it. The palace master had been launching surprise attacks with the highest Grandmaster level power that we couldn’t even react to, and was conducting training to block them.

[Th-this is too much! At least give us training we can actually do—argh!]

Dorian muttered that this was going too far and got smacked on the forehead again, fainting once more.

This wasn’t training, it was plain violence. How were we, mere Masters, supposed to block attacks that even the squad leaders couldn’t stop?

This brutal training went on for four days without sleep, and eventually, whether blocking with a sword, evading with footwork, or rolling like rabbits, the swordsmen learned to avoid the palace master’s surprise attack.

Our palace master is truly a very crazy bastard.

#Krein’s Training Log, Day 8.

Today was the day for focus enhancement training.

It was training we’d gotten used to by now, so I climbed North Grave Mountain with some preparation, but the palace master said he’d changed the training method.

If he was going to say something like that, he should’ve said it earlier. Truly irritating.

The new method wasn’t that the division leader or squad leaders would attack us, but a free-for-all survival battle where all members of the Light Wind Palace had to fight each other.

Each swordsman had one Zieghart badge and had to collect three to escape the training.

On the other hand, if you failed to collect them, or lost your own badge, you wouldn’t be allowed down the mountain and would have to undergo enhanced focus training repeatedly.

To escape what was sure to become a living hell on the North Grave Mountain, swordsmen launched direct attacks, ambushed others, or hid and waited for the right moment, each according to their own strategy.

Naturally, the squad leaders and the Guardian gathered four badges before even a day had passed, and those who used their heads well also began collecting them quickly.

[Finally, this is my chance! Zieghart badges are a necessity!]

Dorian took out a huge stash of badges from his belly pocket and handed three to me as well.

But the badges we had were meaningless.

Just when we thought the palace master would sit back and watch the war unfold between the Light Wind swordsmen, he suddenly jumped in, attacked us, and took our badges.

In his left hand, he was holding a sack stuffed with dozens of badges.

[W-Why…]

As Dorian, struck in the forehead and collapsing, asked why, the palace master answered:

[I said everyone in Light Wind Palace, didn’t I? I’m part of Light Wind Palace too.]

Leaving only those words behind, the palace master collected all the Light Wind swordsmen’s badges and continued with even more brutal focus enhancement training.

Our palace master is one filthy madman.

#Krein’s Training Log, Day 19.

When we arrived at the training ground, the mage Evelyn was waiting.

We thought she had come to see the palace master, but it turned out he had called her.

“Hello, everyone?”

As Evelyn waved with a smile, it was as if a black curtain had been drawn, the entire world was dyed pitch-black, and from that dim sky, an uncountable number of spells came pouring down.

We tried to dodge or cut through the magic and endure it, but there were simply too many spells falling, so we had no choice but to take them with our bodies and hold out.

[He's a human more vicious than a demon! What did I ever do to deserve this!]

As Dorian sobbed and cursed at the palace master, more than a hundred spells fell at once on his head.

[Guaaaah…]

Dorian got struck in the forehead by a block of ice and passed out. Of course, the others weren’t exactly in a better position either.

By the fourth day, the swordsmen, even while drained of strength, had learned ways to block or evade the spells, but our stamina and willpower reached their limits, and in the end, everyone collapsed.

But even when we no longer had the strength to lift a finger, the spells didn’t stop.

[S-son of a bitch…]

[He’s not even human!]

[Does our palace master not have emotions or something?]

[If I die, I swear I’ll become a ghost and haunt that bastard…]

As we hurled curses toward the palace master while watching the next wave of spells descend, the black world lifted, and blue sky appeared.

Despite all the spells, the shattered ground was intact, and our injuries were miraculously gone.

It was all an illusion. Just when we were about to speak up and say that was going too far, Raon’s chilling eyes flashed as if to say, if you’ve got something to say, go ahead.

Our palace master is a despicably crazy bastard.

#Krein’s Training Log, Day 30.

After a month of training, we dragged our wrecked bodies into the training ground, and this time, the Ragged Saint Federick was waiting for us.

Feeling an unknown sense of unease, I was trembling all over when the palace master said that today, as a mid-term check, we would be sparring with him.

[Always Krein, step forward.]

We were used to sparring with the palace master by now, so I wrapped my fingers around my sword and stepped out, but something was different that day.

When the palace master raised the Blade of Requiem and aimed it at me, a chill ran down my spine as if I had fallen into the northern sea, and my vision turned completely white.

In that instant, my neck was slashed dozens, no, hundreds, of times by the palace master’s blade.

The sensation of death rushing in. A coldness that I had never felt even in the fiercest of battles swept deep through my soul.

“Uuuaaagh…”

I dropped my sword and collapsed on the spot. Panting heavily, trying to gather myself, I felt something oddly warm around my pants.

I tilted my head in confusion and looked down, only to see my pants soaking with liquid. Even though it wasn’t rain, a pungent smell began to rise.

[Huh! Sorry! I didn’t mean to go that far.]

The division leader brought his hands together apologetically, saying he had failed to control the power of the Heart Sword.

I had wet myself, but fortunately, the other swordsmen had either been looking at my side or at the division leader, so it didn’t seem like anyone had noticed.

Just as I was about to hurry away from the spot, Dorian came over beside me.

[W-want a spare pair of pants? Pants are a necessity, you know.]

Dorian read my condition with his mind’s eye and brought up the topic of pants in a way that made sure everyone else noticed too.

I cursed and smacked him in the forehead, but it was too late.

The Light Wind swordsmen’s gazes were fixed on my pants, now visibly soaked.

I wanted to bite my tongue and die on the spot.

Our palace master is an outrageously insane bastard.

Ah, and today that damned Dorian gets added to the list too!

*   *   *

“That’s it for today.”

Raon stood atop the platform and clapped his hands.

“There’ll be new training tomorrow morning, so go rest up.”

He dismissed the swordsmen,wearing training uniforms that had turned to rags after real combat training, for rest.

“Haaaah…”

“I-I’m gonna die.”

“How does it get harder by the day?”

“I just can’t get used to it…”

The swordsmen slumped their shoulders, saying they couldn’t get used to the training.

“That means it’s helping us that much.”

“Right. The effect is certain.”

Burren and Martha curled their fists weakly, as if satisfied with the training.

“I, I'm lacking sleep….”

Runaan, though satisfied overall, said the lack of sleep was hard on her. With her eyes half-closed, she shuffled forward like a zombie.

“L-Let’s go too…”

“Yeah…”

Krein and Dorian walked like caterpillars, leaning on each other’s shoulders as if they had no strength left to walk. Their foreheads were equally swollen.

As the noisy air vanished, silence and darkness fell over the fifth training ground.

Chiiiiing…!

Instead of returning to his lodging, Raon stepped down into the dim training ground and drew the Heavenly Drive.

Don’t you ever get tired?

Wrath let out a hollow breath, dumbfounded.

You’ve been training those kids from dawn till night, and now you’re doing personal training at this hour? That’s too much!

He shook his head, saying if Raon kept sleeping less than an hour a day, he’d be dead soon.

‘Can’t be helped. I have to grow stronger too.’

It wasn’t enough to just raise the Light Wind swordsmen. That alone wouldn’t win the war against the White Blood Religion.

He had to climb even higher than he was now, only then could he keep the promise he made to save Martha’s mother from the White Blood Religion’s leader.

Fwoooosh…!

Even though Raon was more exhausted than anyone else in the Light Wind Palace, Raon unfolded his swordsmanship without a trace of wavering.

You really are thoroughly insane, whether in a good way or a bad way.

Though he called Raon insane, Wrath didn’t return to the bracelet, and instead stayed to watch his training until the end.

And so, as each person’s time and each person’s wish flowed on, the season of falling white snow quietly arrived.

 

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