The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1158

 Chapter 1158

 

“Head of house….”

Following beside Glenn as he returned to the lord’s manor, Sheryl carefully parted her lips.

“Do you truly have no intention of giving Raon any instruction?”

She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if worried about Raon.

“Huhuhu.”

Roenn held Sheryl’s shoulder and slowly shook his head.

“I am sure the head of house has his own plans….”

Just when he was saying she should trust Glenn and wait—

“Khup!”

Glenn let out a trembling breath, as if choking up, and brought the back of his hand to his eyes.

“H-head of house?”

“Are you all right?”

Sheryl let out a murky breath in surprise, and Roenn widened the eyes that always smiled kindly.

“So….”

Glenn lifted his head, his voice damp with emotion.

“So admirable!”

He didn’t say who he meant, but Sheryl and Roenn knew at once.

“R-Raon?”

“Huhuhu, the Light Wind Palace master truly is impressive.”

Realizing Glenn was referring to Raon, Sheryl and Roenn nodded.

“If you ignore him for a whole month, it would make sense for him to sulk and stop coming to the training ground, but he always arrives first and leaves last.”

Sheryl raised her hand, saying she could understand Glenn calling him admirable.

“That part is admirable as well, but I am speaking of something else.”

Glenn let out a low breath.

“Something else…”

Roenn narrowed his eyes in curiosity.

“Raon was pushing himself far too hard. It was not like preparing for a war of Five Kings and Two Demons, but as if he were about to go out alone to kill Derus Robert.”

Glenn recalled Raon’s expression, filled with murderous intent, and let out a thin, breath-like sigh.

“Isn’t having that kind of murderous intent usually a good thing?”

Sheryl shook her head, saying a swordsman without murderous intent cannot become strong.

“That’s true. Murderous intent is an important factor. But that is in the general case, just as you said. Raon’s level is the very top among Transcenders, he is close to the absolutes from the era of Six Kings and Five Demons. If someone in that position becomes lost in power alone, they fall into distress.”

Glenn’s complexion hardened, turning dark.

“You two know better than anyone how hideous a Transcender becomes when they pursue only power.”

He bit his lips deeply, ashamed to lay bare his own disgrace.

“That is….”

“Hmm!”

Sheryl and Roenn swallowed hard, as if recalling the time Glenn fell into distress.

“Like grandfather, like grandson, Raon too was trying to climb the same steps I did. But he hadn’t reached the top yet, so there was still time to stop him.”

Glenn shook his head, saying that was why he did not give Raon any instruction.

“Then why didn’t you tell him that….”

Sheryl lowered her eyebrows, saying Raon looked so exhausted.

“Someone fallen into distress does not listen to others. They may even move in a worse direction.”

Glenn nodded, saying he knew this because he himself had gone through it.

“So I didn’t lay a hand on Raon, and simply waited. But… I was worried, wondering if I had been wrong, since it has gotten even worse lately….”

His fingertips trembled as he looked back toward the training ground.

“Today, for the first time, Raon stopped his sword and took a moment of ease. He realized for himself what he needed!”

Glenn raised his fist, his face reddened as if moved by Raon’s change.

“He is a grandson far better than this foolish grandfather!”

He said there was nothing more to be moved about regarding Raon and his eyes reddened.

“Ah!”

“So that was it!”

Sheryl and Roenn finally understood the situation between Raon and Glenn and nodded.

“During this training period, I will not say a single word to Raon. But….”

Glenn sniffed and nodded as if in trust.

“Raon will return having gained more than anyone.”

He clenched his fist with eyes filled with certainty.

“Um, head of house….”

Sheryl turned her head sideways and looked at Glenn.

“Are you crying right now?”

She let out a baffled laugh as she looked at Glenn’s eyes, with tears hanging at the corners.

“I am not crying!”

Glenn wiped his tears with the back of his hand and shook his head.

“The head of house does not cry. But as a grandfather, I cannot help it.”

He bit his lip, saying that when he looks at today’s Raon, he cannot help but cry.

“I understand that feeling.”

Roenn also rubbed his reddened nose with a chuckle, as if he felt the same emotion as Glenn, and they nodded at each other.

“Ha….”

Sheryl let out an empty breath, as if dumbfounded.

“I’ve heard that you get more tearful as you get older, but for the head of house to cry.”

Glenn had sobbed many times until now, but this was the first time he was truly crying. Honestly, it was both confusing and absurd.

“He would have loved to see this.”

Sheryl snickered as she drew a faint smile, thinking of the only person who could tease Glenn.

“Even after dying he does all sorts of weird things, yet he doesn’t come to me….”

Feeling the unusually cool breeze today, she clicked her tongue.

“I’ll wait. If you’re really dead, then let me see you die. You damn elf!”

Sheryl blew the air off her hand, then ran toward Glenn and Roenn, who were walking with their arms around each other’s shoulders.

“Wait for me!”

*   *   *

‘I’ve gotten stronger?’

Raon tilted his head as he looked at Wrath.

‘What do you mean?’

I had simply closed my eyes and listened to the other swordsmen training, so I couldn’t understand how I had gotten stronger.

It’s because, unlike until now, your level has risen!

Wrath furrowed his brows, saying it wasn’t something detailed like stats or aura that had grown, but his might had increased overall.

Check it yourself!

He waved his hand, telling Raon not to argue and to confirm it on his own.

‘Hmm….’

Raon smacked his lips, closed his eyes again, and observed his own state.

‘I was just resting still, so there’s no way I… huh?’

As he smacked his lips and spread his perception, he felt something slightly different. He could sense the surrounding mana more finely than before.

‘What…?’

I hadn’t meditated or awakened, I had simply closed my eyes and stayed still, yet I had grown in martial arts. It was strange and surprising.

That’s why he’s saying it makes no sense!

Wrath gnashed his teeth as if asking what he had done.

‘You saw it too. I just stayed still… huh?’

Raon waved his hand at the growling Wrath, then widened his eyes.

‘Stayed still?’

Come to think of it, I couldn’t remember the last time I had stayed still.

‘I was always running around and always swinging my sword. Even more lately.’

Because the war with Derus Robert was approaching rapidly, I had grown impatient and swung my sword without rest.

But contrary to my efforts, my swordsmanship proficiency had not grown at all and had stayed in the same place.

‘Lately it even felt like I wasn’t swinging the sword, but being swung by it.’

I had been swinging my sword, swept up in the anxiety and unease about the war, and I often failed to concentrate on my martial arts.

‘Was it distress.’

Thinking back now, it felt like fatigue had piled up in my heart.

‘Since when… no, from the beginning?’

While being taught by Glenn, I had resolved to overcome at least one wall no matter what, but that determination seemed to have become poison instead.

‘I overdid it.’

Too much medicine becomes poison. I had pushed myself to an extreme degree, and that emotion and fatigue clearly turned into a deadly toxin clinging to my body and mind.

‘And that distress finally loosened a little today.’

Following Wrath’s advice, not swinging my sword, not thinking about Derus, and letting my mind drift like clouds floating in the sky, it felt as though a small hole had opened in the dam that had been blocked.

‘Yes. In my current level, mental stability is important, but I was too stressed.’

The killing intent of wanting to become stronger and kill Derus, the desire to save more people, the desperation to grasp the enemies’ plans, those things drove me into a corner and made me swing his sword without thought.

Those goals were certainly important, but right now, calming my mind and grasping my own state came first.

‘I understand now why grandfather left me alone.’

Among all the swordsmen in the training ground, Glenn was the only one who paid no attention to me and ignored me as if I didn’t exist.

Until a moment ago, I had felt hurt by that, but now I understand the reason.

‘So that I would realize by myself that I needed rest.’

Glenn knew he needed mental rest, so he gave no advice and no instruction at all.

But Raon had failed to grasp Glenn’s intention and instead pushed himself even harder in a worse direction.

He now understood why Glenn sometimes looked at him with eyes full of pity.

‘I need to regain the peace of my mind.’

He calmed his heart, where killing intent and desire still had not fully faded, and looked at Wrath.

‘Wrath.’

Raon gently smiled and stroked Wrath’s head.

‘Thank you. You knew everything.’

Wrath knew what he needed was not training but rest, and simply told him to rest. Raon lowered his head, grateful for the consideration.

Haa….

Wrath let out a slight breath, as if asking if he had finally figured it out.

Why are you talking nonsense when he asked why you got stronger!

He furrowed his brows, telling him to stop talking nonsense and explain why he had gotten stronger.

You stole another piece of the King of Essence’s authority again, didn’t you? You spine-sucking swordsman bastard!

‘…….’

Looking at Wrath who was genuinely angry, Raon let out a short breath.

‘I knew it….’

He was just an idiot.

*   *   *

Raon did not draw his sword the next day either.

He sat down in the center of the training ground, closed his eyes, and listened only to the sound of the other swordsmen swinging their swords and Glenn’s voice.

He wasn’t even particularly focusing. He simply let the sounds flow into his ears, like enjoying music.

‘Krein, his swordsmanship speed has improved, but his posture is collapsing.’

‘Martha, does she practice swordsmanship with her upper body completely leaned forward like a beast? Her recklessness has gotten even stronger. If she grows like this, she’ll be scarier than the Sword Sovereign.’

‘Runaan is asleep again. But her growth is a little strange…? She might actually reach Transcendence.’

‘Burren, is he now walking a path slightly different from Karoon’s? Considering his future, this is the right direction.’

‘Dorian’s growth is fast too. It seems he’s been developing his gluttony even after the training.’

He was merely enjoying the sounds created by swords, yet countless pieces of information filled his mind and flowed out again. It was a mysterious feeling he had never experienced since birth.

Raon did not move from that spot for an entire week, listening only to the swordsmen’s training sounds.

After a week, when he rose to his feet, he could clearly feel his growth.

Since becoming a swordsman, it was the first time he had gone this long without swinging his sword, yet his senses had actually sharpened, and his martial growth had deepened more than when he had been honing his sword.

Starting from the day the sixth week of training began, Raon no longer sat with his eyes closed, but quietly followed behind Glenn.

“Burren. Keeping proper form at all times is important, but depending on the situation, you also need some irregularity, intentionally breaking your sword’s path.”

When Glenn finished giving advice to a swordsman and walked on, Raon stopped and waited.

“You cling too much to noble and elegant swordsmanship. Even Sir Karoon discarded what needed discarding, find a new domain.”

Raon added his own interpretation to Glenn’s teachings and created new advice to give.

“Serena. The completeness of your swordsmanship is very high. But if you stay like this, there will be no further growth. Challenge a new sword technique.”

“Void Sword Division leader. When choosing a new sword technique, it’s best to find one with a different principle from the ones you’ve used so far. If you add the principle of the severing sword, the effects of the sword techniques you’ve learned will improve.”

Raon spent another week following behind Glenn and giving advice to the swordsmen.

After days and nights of listening to sword sounds, observing the flaws in swordsmanship, and thinking of improvements—

At dawn, in the training ground of the head of house where only he remained,

Raon stepped into a new level.

He knew this would happen….

Wrath gnashed his teeth as he looked into Raon’s eyes that had entered the void.

You were just muttering that you were hungry and fell into an awakening!

There was no need to worry about a bastard like this!

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