The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1364

 Chapter 1364

 

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Raon’s lips trembled slightly as he looked at Glenn.

“Did you say a sword dance?”

Glenn had taught him swordsmanship and demonstrated sword techniques many times before. However, this was the first time he had ever said he would show him a sword dance, so Raon was a little taken aback.

Has that geezer gone senile…?

Wrath deeply furrowed his brows.

Tomorrow is the war, and he’s talking about dancing! And with his grandson, who’s grown all hairy, at that!

He clicked his tongue harshly, saying that he couldn’t understand Glenn.

“Yes. A sword dance.”

Glenn gave a faint smile as he watched Raon’s bewilderment.

“It isn’t some great sword technique or a dazzling technique. It’s nothing more than a simple dance.”

He nodded, saying that since it was nothing particularly special, he had no choice but to call it a sword dance.

‘Then it must be very special.’

Raon lightly bit his lip.

‘Grandfather is always like this.’

Grandfather was the kind of person who had once said that even the Heart Sword was nothing special. Seeing him say that this was nothing much as well, it’s obvious that this will be an extraordinary dance.

“Understood.”

Raon nodded and stepped back.

“I’ll watch until the very end from here.”

Saying that he would watch Glenn’s entire dance, Raon resonated with the Ring of Fire. It was to read the flow of martial arts that he could possibly miss.

“Thank you.”

Rather, Glenn thanked him in return and drew Heavenly Tremor. Pale moonlight settled upon the silver blade that rose without a sound.

Swoooooosh!

With a faint smile, Glenn slowly brought Heavenly Tremor down. The blade in his hand extended along a perfectly straight trajectory, as though it would never waver no matter how enormous a storm came crashing down upon it.

Baaaaaang!

Glenn’s sword was tranquil. Without drawing out any aura at all, he gently pushed the blade forward like the flutter of a young butterfly’s wings.

“Hmm….”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched Glenn’s sword.

‘What is this?’

There’s really nothing special about it.

Just as Glenn had said, his sword dance was ordinary. His sword swings and fundamentals were certainly superb, but it was such an unassuming sword technique that even a Master who hadn’t reached Transcendence could imitate it, let alone someone in the Absolute realm.

‘Is he trying to help me relax?’

Raon scratched his cheek, puzzled by Glenn’s sword dance.

'It seems to be nothing more than a dance movement performed with a sword.'

Just as he was about to relax his gaze because he couldn’t sense any special flow of martial arts from Glenn’s sword—

Swoooooosh.

Goosebumps rose all over his body, as though every hair had suddenly stood on end. The cause was, of course, Glenn’s sword dance. Merely watching an old man who looked too frail to even straighten his back swing his sword as though he were chasing away a bird sent a chill down Raon’s spine.

Swoooooosh!

The ripples of the lake followed Glenn’s sword. The water that had always remained still slowly began to rise into the air, following the flow of his blade. The waves surging upward in graceful arcs, the moonlight spilling a soft radiance like an aurora, and the blade cutting through the space between them created a beauty that seemed unreal.

‘This….’

Raon swallowed dryly as he watched Glenn’s sword move the world without aura.

‘It’s the sword that cleaves the world!’

Only now did he realize. The sword Glenn was wielding was the very sword that the First Head of House had shown him, the sword that cleaved the world.

‘To think he reached that realm all on his own.’

Of course, grandfather’s might and realm aren’t on the same level as the First Head of House, but he is following the same path he once walked. It’s astonishing.

‘But it’s a little different.’

Unlike the First Head of House, who changed the rules of the world, grandfather seemed to follow the flow of this world as it was, without altering it.

Since grandfather was a warrior who tried his utmost not to violate causality, this seemed to stem from a difference in their very natures.

Baaaaaang!

As Glenn’s Heavenly Tremor turned toward him, Raon felt a terrifying energy from the seemingly powerless blade, as though a writhing divine dragon had been infused within it. Cold sweat ran down his entire body. Even if he poured out every bit of sword technique he had mastered, he felt that he still wouldn’t be able to overcome that feeble-looking sword.

Shriiiing!

When Glenn finished his sword dance and sheathed Heavenly Tremor, the waves of the lake that had danced as brilliantly as a dancer settled down, and the moonlight returned to its original color. Raon felt as though he had returned from a dream world to reality in an instant.

Wh-what the….

Wrath’s jaw trembled as though he too had been shocked by Glenn’s sword dance.

What in the world did that geezer just do?! Even the King of Essence got goosebumps in his spirit form!

He glared at Glenn, calling it a sword technique that made no sense.

“Did you see it?”

Despite performing the sword dance for only a short while, Glenn let out a hoarse breath as though he had completely exhausted himself.

“Yes. I saw it very well.”

Raon bowed deeply, saying that Glenn had given him a valuable experience.

“I wanted to show it to you.”

Glenn looked into his eyes and lifted his deeply wrinkled face.

“Because you, too, are reaching out toward this realm.”

“Ah….”

Raon’s fingertips trembled as he heard Glenn’s words.

‘As expected, grandfather knew all along.’

Glenn seemed to know that he was pursuing the sword that cleaves the world and had shown him his own sword so that it could help him, even if only a little.

‘It was definitely different.’

The First Head of House’s sword was certainly at a higher realm. His sword was a perfected form with nowhere left to advance.

But because he had faced Glenn’s sword directly, right before his eyes, close enough to feel his breath, it felt more real in a way. The traces of the sword that changed the world, embedded within his soul, seemed to have grown even deeper.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed his head once more, saying that Glenn had helped him immensely.

“I’m counting on you.”

Glenn approached with slow steps and placed a hand on Raon’s shoulder.

“I won’t be able to move during this war, so there will be a great many things you’ll have to do.”

He added weight to the hand gripping Raon’s shoulder, saying that many people’s lives rested upon his sword.

“…Yes.”

Through Glenn’s words, Raon felt the weight of being head of house once again and lightly bit his lip.

“Thank you. Then, tomorrow. No, I’ll see you later.”

Glenn left those words behind as he passed by Raon. He seemed to be heading to the lord’s manor to make his final preparations.

“…”

Raon bowed his head toward Glenn’s back as it disappeared into the darkness.

“Thank you….”

Clenching his fist, he made a vow not only to Glenn, but also to himself.

“I’ll save everyone.”

Raon made a vow to save everyone he saw as he placed his hand on Heavenly Drive.

Leave the vows for later! There’s something the King of Essence wants to know.

Wrath raised his chin.

Can you wield the same sword as your geezer?

He narrowed his eyes as though it were an important question.

‘I can’t.’

Raon waved his hand without hesitation.

Haa, as expected….

‘But….’

Raon firmly nodded toward Wrath, who let out a relieved sigh.

‘It won’t be long.’

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Chirp, chirp!

Raon rose from his chair as he heard the birds announcing the morning. He put on the Black Dragon Coat that had been hanging on the wall and strapped Heavenly Drive and Wooden Ring Sword, which had been resting against the chair, to his waist.

He was about to grasp the doorknob when he turned back to look around the room. He gazed for a moment at the room that had grown worn from having lived there since childhood, then opened the door and stepped outside.

“Young master.”

“It should be good to eat now.”

Helen and Judiel held out a plate with sandwiches on it, as they always did.

“Thank you.”

Raon took a bite of the sandwich as he walked toward the entrance. His family and the other maids were waiting there.

“Come back safely.”

Sylvia no longer cried. Believing that he would return safely, she gently took his hand.

"Argh! I should have gone together with you! But I haven’t fully recovered yet, so it cannot be helped! I will leave it to my son this time!"

Edgar put on his usual tough act and twisted up the corners of his mouth.

“Just like Raon said, this big sister will protect the annex building!”

Sia puffed out her chest, determined to protect the people in the annex building with the sword she had learned from him.

“I’ll be back.”

Raon met the eyes of Sylvia, Edgar, and Sia, as well as each of the maids who had been with him since childhood, before giving them a faint smile.

“It won’t take long.”

Confident that he would never lose, he said he would return soon, then opened the door of the annex building and stepped outside.

“Raon!”

Evelyn waved vigorously. She was wearing an old-fashioned robe befitting an archmage for the first time in a long while, and she smiled, deep dimples forming in her cheeks.

“Palace master! I’m all ready too!”

Yua had also taken off her maid’s uniform and was now wearing the Light Wind Palace’s uniform, smiling brightly.

“Yes.”

Raon smiled at the two of them before heading toward the main building together.

In front of the main building, Light Wind swordsmen were waiting for him in perfect formation.

“We greet you, palace master!”

The Light Wind swordsmen bowed to him, each radiating blade-sharp pressure, as though they had undergone yet another transformation overnight.

“I like your pressure.”

Raon nodded with satisfaction at the Light Wind swordsmen’s sharp pressure.

“Thank you.”

Burren bowed deeply, seemingly pleased by the praise for the Light Wind swordsmen.

“I barely managed to stop them from training all night yesterday.”

Martha grinned, saying their pressure was bound to be strong.

“Everyone’s full of energy….”

Runaan gave a very faint smile, saying that she wasn't worried about the war.

“Let’s go.”

Raon led the swordsmen, who were now more than worthy of being called the strongest in Zieghart, into the head of house’s training ground.

Gooooooo!

Most of the armed groups had already taken their positions in the training ground, all of them radiating such razor-sharp energy waves that it wouldn’t have been strange for them to start fighting at any moment.

“Hey! Nephew!”

“Our nephew is here!”

Balder and Aris waved wildly the moment they saw Raon. As expected, the two of them didn’t seem particularly concerned that the war was today.

“Light Wind Palace master.”

Karoon was the first to turn his gaze toward Raon.

“Central Martial Palace master.”

Raon bowed to Karoon, who was looking at him. As he greeted him, he noticed that the Central Martial Palace swordsmen had also grown tremendously during this time, radiating pressure every bit as sharp as that of the Light Wind swordsmen.

“Let’s do our best in the war.”

Karoon nodded, as though saying they should work well together at least during the war.

“…I’ll do my best.”

Raon bowed with a faint smile. He had never expected to have a conversation like this with Karoon, but he didn’t feel bad about it, and a natural smile came to his face.

“Gasp!”

“Oh….”

“Wow?”

The Light Wind Palace swordsmen and the Central Martial Palace swordsmen alike let out exclamations of surprise at the sight of their respective leaders.

Kuuuuung!

When the remaining armed groups behind the Light Wind Palace had all entered, the gatekeepers at the training ground slammed their greatswords into the ground.

"The sky of Zieghart is entering!"

At the gatekeepers’s shout, the two doors of the training ground flew open as though they were about to shatter, and Glenn appeared together with the Heavenly Blade Division.

Gooooooo!

Glenn headed toward the platform, not as the benevolent Sword God he was today, but as though he had returned to his former self, the Destructive King of the North who had once reigned over the frozen lands. He radiated pressure so sharp that it seemed capable of tearing through skin. The old man who had looked exhausted just yesterday now overwhelmed thousands of swordsmen with a domineering pressure powerful enough to cleave the world apart.

Gulp.

The swordsmen of Zieghart could barely breathe under Glenn’s overwhelming energy wave, yet smiles blossomed on their faces. His presence gave them the belief that they would never lose.

Look at him.

Wrath twisted the corners of his mouth into a long grin as he watched.

A king should have a presence like that!

For the first time, Wrath gave a large nod as though he genuinely liked Glenn’s pressure.

No matter how difficult the war is, a king must give his people the belief that they will never lose as long as they have a king!

Wrath clenched his fist, saying that this was precisely the kind of spirit a king should possess.

‘I can feel it too.’

Raon swallowed dryly as he felt the intense presence emanating from Glenn.

‘But there’s still a long time before I become a king. For now, I can just take things easy….’

He was about to say that he would simply lead the Light Wind Palace for now when—

“There is something we must decide before we talk about the war.”

Glenn walked toward the front of the platform with his hands clasped behind his back.

“I declared that I would choose Zieghart’s successor before the war, so I must keep that promise.”

He lowered his lofty, solemn gaze and looked between Raon and Karoon, saying that he would name the successor right now.

Gulp.

It wasn’t just one person swallowing nervously. Every swordsman in the training ground stared at Glenn’s lips with a tension greater than that of the war itself.

“Raon Zieghart.”

Glenn calmly nodded as he spoke Raon’s name.

“You are the successor of the Destructive King of the North, Glenn Zieghart.” 

 

 

 

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