The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1155

 Chapter 1155

 

“It was a good spar.”

Glenn ended Raon and the Sword Sovereign Sieran’s spar without any particular reaction, as if that was simply how it should be.

Only, perhaps because he was satisfied with the level Raon had reached, his earlobes were flushed red, even redder than a well-ripened apple.

“Next, Karoon.”

Glenn called Karoon, who had been standing with his arms crossed, to begin the second spar.

“Yes.”

Karoon stepped forward, straightening his posture as though he had expected his name to be called.

“And….”

Glenn looked in turn at the War King Huber and Aris, who would become Karoon’s opponents, and then slowly raised his hand.

“War King Huber.”

He called the War King’s name instead of Aris, who had been sparring with Karoon daily.

“Yes.”

The War King Huber gave a short reply identical to Karoon’s and stood before Glenn.

“Ah, what about me! Dad! Care about your daughter!”

Aris complained to Glenn, bouncing like a child, saying that at this rate she would have no opponent.

“Hmm….”

Glenn pretended not to see Aris acting like a monkey and focused again on Karoon and the War King.

“Fight while thinking of each other as enemies.”

Glenn, just like with Raon and the Sword Sovereign, told them to go all out, then stepped back.

Srrrring!

Karoon and the War King, unlike the spar between the Sword Sovereign and Raon, drew their weapons while facing each other from the same spot. The sound of their sword and saber being drawn rang through the training ground with chilling coldness.

“…….”

“…….”

Even after raising their weapons, Karoon and the War King did not move, observing one another with quiet gazes.

The cold energy waves blooming at the tips of their feet froze the air of the training ground. It was the complete opposite of the previous spar.

“Ugh….”

“I—I can’t breathe.”

“It feels like the tip of Sir Karoon’s sword is pointing at me.”

“Transcenders really are different….”

Unlike during Raon and the Sword Sovereign’s duel, the swordsmen swallowed dryly, feeling the tense atmosphere.

“Hmm.”

Raon clicked his tongue softly as he watched Karoon and the War King’s standoff.

‘Did he pair them on purpose because they’re similar in nature?’

Karoon and the War King were both cold-headed warriors who searched for openings and forced their opponent to kneel perfectly.

Those two still stood unmoving, sharpening their focus as they probed each other.

‘Seeing it like this, Karoon has gotten much stronger.’

Originally, Karoon had barely reached the tip of the War King’s toes, but perhaps thanks to constantly training with Aris, he had grown to a point barely recognizable from before.

He still couldn’t defeat the War King, but he possessed enough might to face him.

‘But he’s still not enough.’

Karoon needed to grow further for Zieghart’s chances of winning the war against Derus to increase.

I wished Karoon would grow enough to at least handle one of the weaker archangels.

‘Funny. To think I would end up wanting that man to grow.’

Thinking that he had once viewed Karoon as an enemy, and now wished for him to grow, even placing him in this position with his own hands, he couldn’t help but laugh.

They say there is neither an eternal enemy nor an eternal ally, those words were exactly right.

‘Of course, except for that bastard….’

He bit his lip as he watched Karoon and the War King aiming their blades at each other.

‘Derus Robert.’

Whatever circumstances or past Derus Robert had, it didn’t matter. I would kill that bastard and every faction that followed him without leaving a speck behind.

“Huu.”

As Raon steadied his mind, Sylvia and Sia came up beside him.

“Raon. Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?”

She set down medicine and bandages she had carried, seeming worried about him after finishing his spar with the Sword Sovereign.

“You can't be in pain! Hurry and put the medicine on!”

Sia also clung to him, rolling up the bandages and telling him not to endure it.

“I—I’m fine. I’m not hurt anywhere!”

Raon waved his hands, but Sylvia examined his body here and there, looking worried because the fight had been too fierce.

“Your clothes are torn! First, change into this. You’ll catch a cold.”

Sylvia took out a new training uniform, telling him to change out of the clothing torn by the Sword Sovereign’s energy wave.

“Ugh….”

Raon tightly closed his eyes. Had it been anyone else, he would have pushed them away or run, but since it was Sylvia and Sia, he could only stay still.

Accept it quietly. It is a mother’s love.

Wrath nodded, saying that was the greatest power, the greatest might.

“Wow….”

“E—even the Light Wind Palace master can’t win against his mom.”

“My mom nags me like that too.”

“Life is the same everywhere.”

The swordsmen drew faint smiles, as though feeling even more affection toward Raon after seeing a human side to him, who had seemed like a martial god.

But….

Wrath turned his gaze with an annoyed sigh.

When are those two going to start?

He frowned as he looked at Karoon and the War King, who were pointing their blades at each other without moving.

If they’re going to do it, then do it! If not, then don’t!

He chewed his lips, saying he was dying of boredom.

‘That’s more exhausting than just fighting.’

Raon shook his head calmly.

‘Your stamina and mental strength drain quickly.’

Karoon and the War King looked like they were simply standing still while observing each other, but in truth they were rapidly burning stamina and mental strength as they sought each other’s weakness and sealed their own openings.

Do you think the King of Essence doesn't know that?

Wrath wrinkled his brow.

It’s because it’s boring, that’s why!

He waved his hand, saying they should hurry up and hit each other since he was bored.

‘Why is the Demon King so impatient….’

Raon sighed and shook his head.

“Ah, warriors are disgustingly petty!”

Aris stomped her foot in frustration and drew her sword.

“Both of you, just come at me!”

She cried out that she couldn’t stand it anymore and charged at Karoon and the War King, who were frozen like statues.

Chwaaang!

With a deep grin, Aris unleashed a surging blue sword strike toward both Karoon and the War King at once.

“You crazy sister!”

Karoon widened his eyes in disbelief and spun his sword.

“Haa….”

The War King also let out a hollow laugh, as if he hadn’t expected things to turn out like this, and unfolded a defensive technique.

Kuwaaaang!

The collision of Aris’s sword strike with Karoon and the War King’s martial techniques swept across the entire training ground in a violent wave.

“If you’re going to fight, fight already. What are you doing leaving me out!”

Aris, saying they should try fighting one-on-one-on-one, sent another sword strike toward Karoon and the War King.

“You’re a disgrace to the house!”

Karoon ground his teeth, blocked Aris’s strike, then launched a sharp counterattack.

“This might not be bad.”

The War King smoothly deflected Aris’s sword strike with his saber, then aimed a saber arc that scraped the ground toward Karoon’s chest.

“Hmm?”

Sensing the War King’s saber targeting his back, Karoon sharply twisted the sword path that had been aimed at Aris.

Kyaaang!

Fortunately, he succeeded in defending, but his grip trembled from blocking the War King’s fierce slash in such a hurry.

“Are we really doing it like this?”

Karoon frowned deeply at the War King.

“In war, things like this can happen.”

The War King shrugged, saying it might be good preparation.

“Ahahaha! We speak the same language. Then let's do it!”

Aris burst into laughter as if pleased and rushed at the War King.

“Hmm!”

Even while knowing that Aris was closing in on him, the War King brought down his saber, from which a chilling cold flowed, toward Karoon.

“Fine! I’ll make both of you kneel!”

Karoon clenched his teeth and stepped forward, unfolding a sword wrapped in resolve. The sword path he drew became the path of domination itself, pressuring the Transcenders.

Kugugugugugugu!

As the three Transcenders each unleashed their martial arts, Glenn’s sword barrier began to twist as though it would soon shatter.

“Agh! I want to join too….”

The Sword Sovereign wiggled her hips as if she jump in immediately if she weren’t drained of strength.

“Crazy….”

“I—is this right? Why are there three of them…?”

“Transcenders aren’t normal in the head either.”

“No, if you ask me, only Lady Aris is weird.”

The swordsmen shook their heads, not understanding what they were seeing.

“Head of house.”

Raon approached Glen and gave a small bow.

“Should I go stop them…?”

“No, leave it.”

Glenn calmly waved his hand.

“Like the War King said, there’s no rule saying such things won’t happen on a battlefield. Experiencing it in advance isn’t bad.”

He nodded calmly as if to leave them be.

“And this way, I can watch as well.”

Glenn said that as he took in every movement of the three Transcenders with not a single one slipping past his eyes.

“You also watch their battle and think.”

He called Raon to his side and slightly lifted his chin.

“What you will gain here.”

Glenn said that as his final line and closed his mouth.

“Yes.”

Raon did not understand what Glenn meant, but his gaze stayed fixed on Karoon, the War King, and Aris.

‘What I will gain….’

*   *   *

The spars of the swordsmen gathered at the head’s training ground continued until the sun set, and even the final spar had reached its end.

“Mom! I’m going to finish it this time!”

Sia curled her lips upward and unleashed a fierce sword strike toward Sylvia.

The Fangs of Insanity and the Blizzard Sword Art that Raon had taught her surged through her hands as though alive.

“Aaah….”

Even as her shoulders trembled at her daughter’s chilling swordsmanship, Sylvia stepped forward with sharp footwork and thrust her sword. Radiant brilliance bloomed from her sword. The Spiral Light Style that Raon had taught her extended even brighter than before.

Kuwaaaaaang!

The grand light Sylvia created pushed back the beast’s fangs and frost wind and stopped right before Sia’s chest.

“U… I lost….”

Sia bit down on her lip as though she still couldn’t believe she had been defeated. Even if it was her mother, losing frustrated her enough that her eyes brimmed with tears.

“Huff! Huff! I told you I’m still stronger than you, Sia.”

Sylvia lowered her sword, panting for breath.

“E—even so, I hate it….”

She sniffled, saying she never wanted to fight her daughter again.

“Mom!”

“Sia!”

Sylvia and Sia threw their swords aside and embraced each other.

“Haa….”

Raon let out a sigh and closed his eyes tightly again, embarrassed by his mother and sister’s behavior.

“Khmm!”

Glenn trembled at the corners of his mouth, not because of Sylvia and Sia’s spar, but like a grandfather finding his daughter and granddaughter adorable.

“This is crazy….”

“T-Those two aren’t even official swordsmen.”

“Division leader… no, almost at the palace master level?”

“At this point, isn’t the strongest faction in Zieghart the annex building?”

“Maybe. The Gambling Monster, the Sword Sovereign, and the War King are also part of that side!”

The swordsmen, shocked by Sylvia and Sia’s unexpected might, could not close their mouths.

“Good work.”

While the swordsmen were still stunned, Glenn returned to the platform and tilted his chin.

“Today’s sparring was to precisely identify your strengths and weaknesses. For that, I paired you with opponents whose natures matched yours, and you all did well.”

He closed and opened his eyes, saying he could grasp everyone's information in detail thanks to the swordsmen fighting properly.

“From now on, I will tell you the strengths and weaknesses in the order of the spars. After hearing the information from my perspective, think carefully about how you will develop and what you must improve, and fix it by tomorrow.”

Glenn drew a short breath and looked at the Sword Sovereign and Raon, who had finished their spar first.

“Sword Sovereign Sieran. Your strength is that, despite possessing destructive power and charging force that go beyond saber arts, you did not lose the profound movements of swordsmanship. Your weakness is, conversely, that you are not fully capturing the ultimate meaning of the sword as swordsmanship. Against someone a level below, what you have now would be enough, but if you fight someone equal or above, that weakness will reveal itself clearly.”

He shook his head, saying that although the Sword Sovereign’s sword was strong, the breath and variation a sword must possess were lacking at that level.

“There are two directions for improvement.”

Glenn raised two fingers.

“Either embody more of the profound principle of swordsmanship itself, or further refine the value you’ve built up until now.”

He lowered his hand calmly, as though either choice was fine.

“Of course!”

The Sword Sovereign curled up her lips as if he had already made his decision.

“Then next….”

Glenn’s gaze turned toward Raon.

“Hmm!”

Raon swallowed dryly and looked at Glenn’s mouth, but Glenn moved his gaze immediately to the next person.

“Karoon Zieghart, master of the Central Martial Palace.”

“Huh…?”

Raon blinked blankly as he looked at Glenn, who had skipped him.

‘What? Why?’

 

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