The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1047

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Chapter 1047

I instructed the swordsmen of Gale Wind Hall to prepare thoroughly for training before returning, then headed toward the Annex Building.

-I thought you’d immediately start whipping those brats into shape?

Wrath rolled his eyes as if surprised.

‘I won’t be able to see them properly for two months, so I should at least say goodbye first.’

Those who needed to undergo hellish training to prepare for war against the White Blood Cult weren’t just the swordsmen of Gale Wind Hall.
Since I too had to train with the resolve to die, it was right to inform Sylvia and Edgar first.

-You’re saying you won’t go to the Annex Building for two months…?

Wrath’s eyes widened as if asking what kind of nonsense that was.

‘The time spent traveling back and forth is a waste. I’ll be staying at the Training Ground dormitory.’

I shook my head, saying that I needed to save even travel time.

-But what about meals!
‘Of course I’ll eat at the Training Ground Dining Hall.’
-The side dishes there are too uniform! The same things come out every single day!

Wrath grabbed his cheeks, complaining that the menu was identical every week.

-The taste isn’t even close to our home!
‘There’s no helping it.’

I pushed Wrath away with the back of my hand.

‘I can’t put those kids through hellish training while I sleep on a soft bed and eat lavish meals.’

I declared firmly that I would sleep in the dormitory and eat the dormitory food just like the swordsmen of Gale Wind Hall, lowering my hand with resolve.

-That won’t do! I absolutely cannot accept this!

Wrath screamed in refusal as he bit his own head.

‘Then Nadin…’

It was the moment I was about to mention Nadin Bread’s name to Wrath, whose eyes had rolled back.

“Oh? Raon!”

Evelyn, who had been tending to the Garden of the Annex Building, recognized me and waved her hand.

“Is that really you, Raon?”
“Son! You’re back!”

Sylvia and Edgar brushed the dirt from their hands and rose to their feet.

“Raon!”

Sia threw down the shovel she was holding and rushed toward me.

“I’m home.”

I embraced Sia as she ran toward me and bowed my head to everyone.

“When did you get back?”

Evelyn approached, lowering the garden shears downward.

“I just arrived a moment ago. But why are you here…?”

I blinked as I looked at the garden shears in Evelyn’s hands.

“Weren’t you creating a spell?”

I had heard it would take two months to complete the spell, so I thought Evelyn would be in her room, but she was tending to the Garden with my family.

“I’m working hard on it.”

Evelyn raised her finger and tapped her own forehead lightly.

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

She laughed, explaining that she was mentally calculating the most efficient spell combinations.

“You can concentrate like that?”
“Yes. Coming out here and moving my body actually helps me think better.”

Evelyn rolled her shoulders, noting that physical activity had a positive effect on mental clarity.

“What about Larian and Chamber?”
“I’m in constant conversation with those two. They’re definitely more advanced mages than I am, so just talking with them makes me feel like my magical prowess is improving.”

She curled her lips upward, sensing that her level was rising thanks to Chamber and Larian.

“That’s a relief.”

I nodded, watching Larian smile contentedly.

“So the spell will be complete in two months, right?”
“Of course.”

Evelyn lowered her chin reassuringly.

“Actually, two months is being conservative. The spell itself could be completed in one month, but I need to improve its performance and conduct repeated experiments, so I settled on two months.”

She raised her index finger, indicating that one month would be sufficient for the spell’s completion itself.

“Thank you.”

I bowed my head to Evelyn.

“It’s not even your burden, yet you’re stepping up like this. Really….”
“Your burden is my burden!”

Evelyn shook her head vigorously, saying that wasn’t something you should say between people who’d spent nights together working.

“S-spent nights together….”

Sylvia’s lips trembled, still seeming surprised by that phrasing.

“Son! It’s time you took responsibility!”

Edgar furrowed his brow, insisting that I couldn’t simply ignore this matter.

“What is he talking about?”

Sia blinked her eyes, seeking an explanation.

“Our young master is already….”

Helen sniffled emotionally, her voice trembling with joy.

“That’s not it! I already explained everything!”

I shouted that it absolutely wasn’t what they thought, urging them to come to their senses, but everyone remained entranced by Evelyn, refusing to listen to my words.

“Sigh….”

I felt a throbbing pain in my head and massaged my temples with my fingers.

-So there was one more….

Wrath swallowed hard as he gazed at Evelyn’s violet eyes.

-That Mad Woman surpasses even you and the Sword Ghost!

He exhaled in awe, marveling that neither his own madness nor Darkan’s could compare to Evelyn’s.

“By the way….”

Sylvia glanced behind me and licked her lips.

“Where is Father?”
“He has returned to the Holy Sword Association.”

I explained that Lectar had gone back to the Holy Sword Association first to rest.

“I didn’t even get to greet him properly….”

Sylvia’s eyes narrowed as if she regretted not saying goodbye when she left.

“Didn’t Grandfather say he’d come back again?”

Sia pouted her lips as if she missed Lectar.

“He’ll be back soon enough, so don’t worry.”

Edgar chuckled, as if it was obvious that Lectar would return in the not-too-distant future.

“The mission is complete, so you’ll be resting for a while?”

He brought up the subject of rest while looking at me, as if trying to change the topic.

“No.”

I shook my head while looking at Sylvia and Edgar.

“I need to focus on training for the next two months.”
“Two months….”
“It’s a long time, but it can’t be helped.”

The two of them nodded heavily, as if they understood my circumstances despite not speaking.

“That’s too long….”

Sia frowned as if displeased, but having matured emotionally through adolescence, she didn’t whine like she used to.

“So before that….”

I took Sia’s hand and met her gaze.

“I came to have a hearty meal with my sister.”
“Really? Then I’ll prepare it! Helen!”

Sia rushed toward the kitchen, calling for Helen as if she would prepare the meal herself.

“I should show off my skills too. Let’s go!”
“Yes, ma’am!”

Sylvia smiled as if to say “just wait and see” and headed toward the Annex Building with Helen.

-Hueok!

The moment Wrath heard that I was eating a hearty meal, he let out an exclamation and dropped from my head.

-Raon!

As if asking when I had cursed him out, he wagged his tail with both paws clasped together.

-I believed in you!

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#Crain’s Training Log, Day 1.

Before the Lord began formal training, he suggested we go to a hot spring to rest.

Everyone followed the Lord with excited faces, but what awaited us was not a hot spring, but the frigid lake of Bekmang Mountain.

The Lord—no, that madman—heated the lake water with his aura and threw us into it.

Training with a sword while protecting my body with aura in water that boiled as if cooking bone and flesh was unbearably painful.

But if I couldn’t endure the water and tried to escape, a scabbard heated like fire would crash down on my head, forcing me back into the lake.

[W-water is scary! I want to go home!]

Dorian screamed that he wanted to go home while snot ran from his nose, then got hit in the forehead by the scabbard and lost consciousness.

This place is not a hot spring—it is hell. No different from the hell of being beaten all over with a red-hot cudgel.

My Lord is a madman.

#Crain’s Training Log – Day 2.

I touched my swollen crown as I headed to the Training Ground, and Jeonju asked how the hot spring was yesterday. If I had the strength, I would have stitched that bastard’s mouth shut.
If I had the power, I would have sewn that man’s mouth shut.

Since it was Jeonju’s second day, he said we should begin proper training and directly observed our swordsmanship, pointing out our strengths and weaknesses.

I was smiling with satisfaction, thinking it was more systematic than usual, when Jeonju called me forward.

Since it was familiar, I prepared myself and stepped out. Jeonju instructed me to display my swordsmanship again.

The moment I drew my sword, incorporating the improvements I had made while considering the strengths and weaknesses Jeonju had mentioned, my vision went black.

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

I tilted my head in confusion, wondering what was happening, when Jeonju called me again and told me to display my swordsmanship.

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

Then I finally understood. Jeonju was launching surprise attacks with Grand Master-level power that we couldn’t react to, and conducting training to block them.

[T-This is too much! There must be training we can actually do… Ugh!]

Dorian was muttering that it was too harsh when he got hit on the forehead and lost consciousness again.

This wasn’t training—it was pure violence. I couldn’t understand how we Masters were supposed to block sword strikes that even Unit Leaders couldn’t defend against.

This brutal training continued for four days without sleep, and eventually the swordsmen became able to evade Jeonju’s surprise attacks—whether by blocking with their swords, dodging with footwork, or rolling on the ground like rabbits.

Our instructor is truly insane.

#Crain’s Training Log – Day 8.

Today was a concentration-strengthening training day.

Since I had grown accustomed to the training by now, I prepared myself as I climbed Bekmang Mountain, but Jeonju said he had changed the training method. If he was going to say something like that, he should have mentioned it earlier—how annoying.
If he was going to say such a thing, he should have told us beforehand. How irritating.

The new method of concentration training wasn’t about the Unit Leader or Squad Leader hunting us down—it was a survival-of-the-fittest battle where everyone in the Gwangpung Unit fought each other.

The swordsmen had to collect three Zigheart badges each to escape this training.

Those who failed to gather all three badges or lost their own couldn’t descend the mountain and had to repeatedly undergo intensified concentration training.

To escape Bekmang Mountain, which would soon become hell, the swordsmen employed their own strategies—some attacked head-on, others ambushed, and still others hid and waited for their moment.

Naturally, the Squad Leaders and Enforcers collected four badges before even a day had passed, and those with sharper minds quickly accumulated theirs as well.

[Finally, the opportunity has come! Zigheart badges are essential!]

Dorian pulled a massive quantity of badges from his pouch and handed three to me as well.

But the badges we possessed meant nothing.

The Unit Leader, whom I thought would only orchestrate a war between Gale Wind Hall swordsmen and watch from the sidelines, suddenly burst forth and attacked us, seizing our badges.
In his left hand, he clutched a cloth bundle containing dozens of badges.

[Why…?]

As Dorian, struck on the forehead and collapsing, asked why, the Unit Leader answered thus.

[You said everyone in Gale Wind Hall. I belong to Gale Wind Hall too.]

The Unit Leader left those words behind, collected badges from all members of the Gwangpung Unit, and subjected us to even harsher intensified concentration training repeatedly.

Our Unit Leader is a despicably insane bastard.

#Crain’s Training Log, Day 19.

When I went to the Training Ground, the mage Evelyn was waiting there.

I thought Evelyn had come looking for the Unit Leader, but it was actually the Unit Leader who had summoned her.

“Hello, everyone?”

As Evelyn waved with a smile, the entire world darkened as if a black curtain had been drawn, and from that dim sky, countless spells poured down upon us.

We tried to evade or block the magic, but there were far too many spells falling from the sky, so we had no choice but to take them head-on with our bodies.

[You’re more vicious than demons! What sin did I commit to deserve this?!]

As Dorian whimpered and cursed at our lord, over a hundred spells descended upon his head simultaneously.

[Ugh….]

Dorian was struck in the forehead by an ice chunk and lost consciousness. Of course, the rest of us weren’t in any better situation.

By the fourth day, the swordsmen had learned how to block or evade magic while conserving their strength, but as their stamina and mental fortitude reached their limits, they all eventually collapsed.

Yet even when we no longer had the strength to lift a finger, the magic did not cease.

[Bastard, you bastard….]
[You’re not even human!]
[Does our lord have no emotions at all?]
[If I die, I’ll definitely become a vengeful spirit and cling to that monster….]

As we cursed at our lord while watching the magic crash down before our eyes, the black world lifted away, and a blue sky appeared.

The ground that had crumbled from the relentless magic was intact, and the wounds we had sustained from the spells were erased as if washed clean.

It had all been an illusion. Just as the swordsmen were about to open their lips to protest that this was too much, Raon’s eyes flashed with an eerie light as if to say we could speak freely if we had anything to say.

Our lord was despicably insane.

#Crain’s Training Log – Day 30.

After a month of training, I dragged my battered body into the Training Ground, and this time Pedrick, the Saint of Nenma, was waiting for me.

As I trembled with an inexplicable sense of unease, my lord announced that today he would conduct a sparring match with me as a mid-term evaluation.

[Crain, step forward.]

Since I had grown somewhat accustomed to sparring with my lord, I gripped my sword and stepped out, but something felt different that day.

The moment my lord drew the Soul Reaper Sword and aimed it at me, my spine went rigid as if I had fallen into the Northern Sea, and my vision turned white.

In that instant, my neck was slashed by Jeonju’s sword dozens of times. No—hundreds of times.

The sensation of death descending upon me. A chill I had never felt even in the fiercest battles swept through my soul with devastating clarity.

“Ugh…aaahhh…”

I dropped my sword and collapsed where I stood. Gasping for rough breaths and struggling to regain my composure, I noticed something strange—my pants had grown warm.

Tilting my head in confusion, I glanced down and saw my pants growing wet. Though it wasn’t raining, a metallic scent filled the air.

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

Jeonju clasped both hands together apologetically, claiming he had failed to control the power of his mind sword.

Though I had lost control of myself, fortunately the examiners were watching either my profile or Jeonju, so no one seemed to have noticed.

Just as I was trying to slip away, Dorian approached from beside me.

[D-Do you need pants? Pants are essential.]

Dorian read my condition with his mind’s eye and deliberately brought up the subject of pants so others would notice.

I cursed and struck Dorian’s forehead, but it was too late.

The eyes of the Gale Wind Hall examiners were now fixed on my soaked pants. I wanted to bite my tongue and die right then.

Our Jeonju was an absolutely insane bastard.

And today, that damned Dorian was added to the list!

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“That’s all for today.”

Raon stood on the platform and clapped his hands.

“There will be another new training session tomorrow morning, so go rest quickly.”

I instructed the swordsmen to rest, their training uniforms now tattered from the practical combat drills.

“Haaa….”
“I’m… dying.”
“Why does it get harder with each passing day?”
“I can’t adapt….”

The swordsmen drooped their shoulders, unable to adapt to the training regimen.

“That just means it’s helping us that much.”
“Right. The results are undeniable.”

Burren and Martha clenched their fists with weakened hands, satisfied with their own training progress.

“Man, I’m so sleep deprived….”

Lunan Slion found everything else acceptable, but the lack of sleep weighed heavily on him as he shuffled about like a zombie, his eyes half-closed.

“U-us too, let’s go….”
“Mmm….”

Crain and Dorian shuffled along like snails, clinging to each other’s shoulders as if they lacked the strength to walk. Both of their foreheads were swollen in matching fashion.

The bustling atmosphere vanished, and silence and darkness descended upon the 5th Training Ground.

Ching!

Rather than returning to the Dormitory, I descended into the darkened Training Ground and drew the Heavenly Sword.

-You never tire, do you?

Wrath exhaled in exasperation.

-Training those youngsters from dawn until night, and now personal cultivation from this hour onward? You’re pushing yourself far too hard!

He shook his head, muttering that I’d be dead soon if I didn’t sleep even an hour a day.

‘There’s no choice. I have to grow stronger.’

I cannot win the war against the White Blood Cult by training only the swordsmen of Gale Wind Hall.
I must ascend to greater heights than I am now to keep my promise to rescue Martha’s mother from the White Blood Cult Master.

Whoooosh!

Despite being more exhausted than anyone else in Gale Wind Hall, Raon wielded his blade with unwavering precision.

-You’re thoroughly mad, whether in a good way or a bad way.

Wrath spoke of madness yet did not retreat into the bracelet, watching my training through to its end.

Thus, as each person’s time flowed and each person’s desires persisted, a season arrived where white snow began to fall.

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