The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1075

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Chapter 1075

“Why are you….”

Glen’s eyelids trembled as if he hadn’t even imagined that Darkan would suddenly burst forth like this.

“There’s no place I can’t go. I’ve been given a very important role in this war too.”

Darkan popped an entire grape from the table into his mouth as if to say I knew that better than anyone.

“Delicious. It’s worthy of fruit prepared by a noble house.”

He smiled with a smirk, remarking that even a single fruit was a premium item, true to Zigheart’s standards.

“….”

Karun’s eyes narrowed to sharp blades as he stared at Darkan.

“Ah, that crazy bastard….”

Aris muttered in exasperation and struck her bandaged forehead with her hand.

“Is that even allowed? This is an official gathering!”
“Would that man care about such things?”
“He’s one of the few who can speak informally to the Head of House, after all.”
“He was beside me just a moment ago—when did he get over there? His movements are completely unpredictable.”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen who knew Darkan’s identity let out a deep sigh as if to say here we go again.

“Who is that blind man? Why is he speaking informally to the Head of House?”
“I don’t know either. I’ve seen him moving around with the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen….”
“He was at the Annex Building too. Is he a guest of the Gwangpung Jeonju?”
“Why would the Gwangpung Jeonju’s guest speak informally to the Head of House and ask to join the training!”

Meanwhile, those unfamiliar with Darkan widened their eyes in confusion, unable to comprehend the situation.

“Hmm….”

I furrowed my brow as I observed Darkan’s rigid posture.

‘He certainly has the right to say such things.’

Had Darkan not stopped Derus Robert, Ogram might have perished, and both the Owen Kingdom and Valcar Kingdom could have been annihilated.

In the worst-case scenario, Derus could have invaded Zigheart alongside the Heavenly Demon, and everyone present here might have been dead.

Darkan had indeed played a crucial role, and since his participation in my training would benefit me as well, I couldn’t afford to speak carelessly.

-That sword-obsessed lunatic doesn’t even understand how to read the atmosphere.

Wrath let out a hollow laugh, bewildered at how such a person could exist.

-If you were to personify the word “willful,” that bastard would be the perfect embodiment.

He nodded, saying such a talent would suit the Demon Realm.

‘No, Darkan reads the atmosphere perfectly well.’

I shook my head and gazed at the plate from which Darkan had eaten the grapes.

‘He said they were delicious grapes befitting a noble house. He’s asking for a reward for himself, as befits a family of renown.’

Darkan had invoked the names of noble houses and Zigheart to pressure Glen—a subtle demand for compensation for stopping Derus.

‘That man appears foolish, but he’s wiser than anyone.’

Darkan acted as though he understood nothing and behaved willfully, yet beneath his demeanor lay unwavering confidence in his own strength and instinctive calculation.

“Pay it no mind, everyone.”

Glen raised his hand with a composed gaze.

“He has earned the right to speak such words.”

He nodded, showing no intention of dismissing Darkan’s presence.

“Come this way.”

Glen gestured to Darkan, suggesting they speak privately elsewhere.

“No.”

Darkan shook his head while remaining in place.

“Give me your answer here.”

He smiled faintly, indicating he wanted to hear the response in front of everyone.

‘As expected.’

I let out a dry laugh watching Darkan’s smile.

‘Darkan is exploiting the atmosphere of the Banquet Hall.’

Glen was attending the banquet as the Head of House, so he had no choice but to honor his words. Darkan seemed to be aiming for exactly that, declaring his desire to train together.
Darkan seemed to have declared that he wanted to train together, aiming for that.

“Merit and reward. I receive recognition based on accomplishment. Since I stopped Derus Robert, I believe I deserve a reward as well.”

Darkan even used formal speech, rubbing his hands together like a fly. He was a peculiar man who would do absolutely anything for swordsmanship.

“That man… stopped Derus Robert?”
“The transcendent who saved the Wrath King was that man? So young?”
“Who on earth is he?”

The swordsmen attending the banquet exhaled in wonder, their curiosity about Darkan’s identity deepening. That curiosity too seemed to be part of Darkan’s design.

“Sigh…”

Glen exhaled a long breath, observing Darkan’s mischievous smile.

“Very well. Since you’ve reached that level, you’ll be of some help.”

He nodded while furrowing his brow.

“An excellent choice!”

Darkan achieved his objective, then stomped his feet grandly and clapped his hands.

“Let’s pursue mutual growth together!”

He gazed at Raon with gratitude in his expression. Had he possessed eyes, he surely would have winked.

“Now I shall enjoy the Festival.”

Darkan waved his hand dismissively and returned to the table laden with food.

“Um, might I inquire your name, sir?”

A swordmaster from Jinmu Hall approached Darkan and bowed respectfully.

“I’ve already forgotten my name. Just call me the blind swordmaster.”

Darkan waved his hand, dismissing the notion of a name.

“Wait—do you practice soft sword technique?”
“Y-yes, that’s correct. How did you know?”

The swordmaster’s mouth fell open in astonishment at Darkan’s words.

“I want to see it! Let’s go.”
“Eh?”
“Follow me!”

Darkan abandoned his meal and dragged the Jinmu Hall swordmaster out of the Banquet Hall. He was a man who lived like a beast.

“There exists someone even more wild than I am.”

Valdemar exhaled wearily, as if merely watching drained him of energy.

“What, what is he?”
“I don’t know. He’s like a tempest….”
“Did he really stop Derus Robert?”
“The Head of House acknowledged it himself. That means it’s true.”

The swordmasters’ curiosity about Darkan’s identity deepened as they exchanged glances.

“I’m sorry.”

Glen approached me and exhaled softly.

“I wish I could teach you one-on-one.”
“It’s fine.”

I shook my head calmly.

“Darkan surely has his own intentions as well.”

Darkan is a madman who desires his enemies to grow as strong as he does.

He wasn’t merely thinking of taking from me and Glen—he clearly wanted to give something in return as well.

‘Besides….’

Both Grandfather and Darkan could wield advanced Mental Swords, so I’d learn a great deal from them.

Glen’s Mental Sword and Darkan’s Mental Sword had entirely different qualities.

Unlike Glen’s Mental Sword, honed razor-sharp to slay formidable foes, Darkan’s was forged for his own desires.

Because the two Mental Swords were so distinctly different, I clenched my fists with resolve to absorb the strengths of both.

“I’m relieved you see it that way.”

Glen nodded with a faint smile, as if reading my thoughts.

“However….”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at Glen.

“Why did you say it’s good to collect the gold tokens?”

Sylvia had returned to the Main Lineage, and I had become the Room Master, so I couldn’t understand why collecting gold tokens would be beneficial.

“It’s still a secret. However….”

Glen smiled faintly and covered his mouth with his finger.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

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“Sigh.”

After the banquet ended, Glen returned to the Audience Chamber and settled into the Jade Throne.

Whoooosh!

The moment he lowered his hand to the armrest, a blue window descended from beneath the ceiling of the Audience Chamber.

[It’s been a while, everyone.]

Chamber, the Great Mage of Glory, waved her hand. Her fingers trembled slightly, as if her head still ached.

[Cough! A-are you all doing well? Hack!]

Larian, the Tower Master, had yet to fully recover his strength and spirit, as evidenced by his successive dry coughs.

[I’m perfectly fine!]

Ogram wore thick bandages around his abdomen and chest, contradicting his claim of being fine. The injuries sustained from Derus Robert remained, but with his martial power recovering, he seemed satisfied.

[…I am also well.]

King Lecross, lying in bed, parted his lips with difficulty.

[You shouldn’t be fine.]

Chamber let out a hollow laugh as if exasperated.

[I thought I was going to die, but since I survived, I suppose that counts as being fine.]

King Lecross nodded heavily, as if he had already accepted death on the battlefield.

“Are you truly certain about this?”

Glen bit the inside of his lip as he listened to King Lecross’s shallow breathing.

[…Not really.]

King Lecross’s voice came in halting fragments.

[I barely managed to survive, but returning to the battlefield seems… unlikely.]

He squeezed his eyes shut as if he had failed to move even a single finger.

[Don’t be so hasty in your judgment. The world is full of surprises.]

Chamber shook his head, suggesting that even such injuries might be treatable.

[Even without wielding a sword, I suspect the time remaining for me is not long. Before that happens…]

King Lecross smiled faintly, his eyes still burning with unwavering resolve.

[I intend to make the Third Prince a king worthy of the Jade Throne of Owen.]

His blue eyes gleamed as if he had already decided on his successor.

[The Third Prince? Greer? You’re really going with that boy?]

Chamber’s eyes widened in surprise.

[His martial prowess is still lacking, but his capacity continues to grow. Sending him to Zigheart was the right decision.]

King Lecross smiled, noting how Greer, the Third Prince of Owen, had changed for the better since meeting Raon.

[Come to think of it, I owe my life to Raon as well. Please convey my gratitude to him.]
“I see…”

Glen furrowed his brow deeply even as he heard King Lecross’s praise of Raon.

[I’ve been thinking about retirement myself, to be honest.]

Chamber crunched the lollipop stick between her teeth roughly.

[That brat went and did it first, so I can’t even rest now.]

She wrinkled the bridge of her nose, lamenting that she’d missed her chance.

“Are you in serious condition too?”

Glen narrowed his eyes as he looked at Chamber.

[Not as bad as Lecross. But the wound in my Upper Dantian won’t heal easily.]

Chamber clutched her forehead, saying she’d pushed too hard while the Upper Dantian injury hadn’t fully recovered.

[I’ll need to focus on recovery for a while. And since the battles ahead will only get fiercer, I should prepare a successor too.]
“Do you have someone in mind?”
[Jeina. If I’d met my last disciple sooner, I would have passed it to her, but Jeina is the right choice now.]

She decided on Jeina as the successor to the Great Mage of Glory and bit down on the broken lollipop stick, thinking of all she needed to pass down.

“Yes. That girl seems trustworthy.”

Glen nodded, recalling Jeina who had completed the long-distance teleportation magic to the very end, even as tears of blood streamed down her face.

[I’m still in perfect condition. This is just the beginning!]

Ogram dismissed the matter of succession and beat his cauldron-lid-like fist against his chest, declaring he would focus solely on the battles to come.

[I-I’m still in perfect condition too….]

Larian spoke of being able to continue fighting despite her trembling voice, her eyes shining with clarity.

“So they’ve split into two groups.”

Glen narrowed his eyes, observing the two preparing successors and the two who seemed to have no such thoughts yet.

[What about Zigheart? Don’t you think it’s time you started considering it too?]

Chamber shrugged as if to say it was obvious.

[Of c-course it would be Raon?]

Larian, as the Tower Master, acknowledged that she had no choice but to recognize Raon as a swordsman, tracing a circle with her fingertip.

[Both in strength and character, Raon is the perfect fit!]

Ogram also voiced his agreement, raising his fist.

[Mm…..]

Lecross let out a low groan, as if merely looking in my direction was taxing his strength.

[Let’s call it a day. We reached out to celebrate Lecross waking up, after all.]

Chamber waved her hand, saying they would contact him formally later.

[Please, avoid daytime. I need to sleep….]

Larian clasped her hands together, asking them to contact her at night since her sleep schedule had reversed.

[Lecross. Focus only on your recovery and come back. I’ll keep your position warm for you.]

Ogram nodded heavily, resolute in his determination to hold the line until Lecross regained his strength and returned.

[Yes. I will hold onto that faith.]

Lecross managed a faint smile, drawing a glimmer of strength from Ogram’s warm words.

[Then.]

With Chamber’s gesture, the four blue spears that had materialized in the air vanished.

“A successor, then….”

Glen turned his gaze toward the moon floating at the center of the sky.

“I’ve certainly given it thought. But I won’t hand it over easily.”

He curled his lips upward, thinking of his son and grandson who would be wielding their swords even through this night.

“Come forth. I shall wait here until you both prove yourselves worthy.”

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Raon breathed in the dawn air as he made his way toward the Family Head’s Training Ground.

Creak.

As I slipped through the side gate instead of the grand main entrance, I spotted Glen enveloped in the pale dawn mist like clouds swirling around him.

Glen remained motionless despite sensing my presence, as if lost in meditation.

To avoid disturbing him, I walked silently, closed my eyes in the same manner, and emptied my mind.

Just as I was about to begin aura cultivation after settling my heart and spirit, the ground suddenly trembled.

Boom!

The main gate of the training ground—used only during events—was forcefully wrenched open, and Darkan strode through.

“Why won’t this door open!”

Darkan furrowed his brow, muttering that the training ground gate needed oiling.

“No….”

My jaw trembled.

“There’s a side gate right there that opens just fine!”

I pointed sharply at the side gate with my finger.

“A swordsman walks through the grand gate, not the small one!”

Darkan shook his head vigorously as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Who decided that?”
“I, Darkan the Dark Night Sword God, did!”

He was so audaciously confident, as if this place belonged to him, that I had nothing to say.
Moreover, after claiming he’d forgotten his name and title, he now confidently spouted words that proved his identity. He was simply insane.

-I’m curious about that lunatic’s brain structure….

Wrath also couldn’t comprehend Darkan and let out an exasperated sigh.

“We’ve arrived.”

Glen opened his eyes calmly, as if he’d anticipated Darkan’s antics.

“This training is solely for Raon. I have no time to spare for you.”
“I understand. I simply wish to observe.”

Darkan smiled faintly, saying he merely wanted to see how Glen would teach and how I would learn.

“Of course, I have no eyes.”

He tapped his black eye patch lightly, as if to say he would perceive it well instead.

“Raon. Before we begin training, first display the swordplay you’ve mastered thus far.”

Glen stepped back with his arms crossed, as if to observe my progress so far.

“Yes.”

I stood at the center of the Training Ground and drew the Heavenly Sword.

Whoooooosh!

Watching Glen and Darkan, I unleashed all the swordplay I had mastered so far at full power.

Claaaang!

Despite not exerting my aura to its full potential, the swordsmanship itself possessed such refined quality that the Training Ground floor was gouged roughly, and a crimson vortex descended from the sky.

Paaaaaaang!

My weighty yet piercing sword techniques tore through the air as if igniting war anew, producing sharp sonic booms that shook the entire Training Ground.

Whoooooosh!

After unfolding even a gentle breeze with the Mokryun Sword, I sheathed both blades.

“That concludes my demonstration.”

I bowed respectfully to Glen, declaring that I had given my all.

“Splendid.”

Glen nodded approvingly, clearly impressed beyond his expectations.

“Your swordsmanship reveals just how much effort you’ve invested….”
“It’s a completely different level from when we met as a beggar! What on earth happened in between?!”

Darkan let out an incredulous laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Ugh….”

Glen was irritated at being interrupted, but he barely restrained himself since it was praise for his grandson.

“Even the word ‘genius’ doesn’t do it justice. I think we need a special word just for you.”

Darkan continued speaking without regard for Glen’s reaction.

“Hmm….”

Glen’s stern expression softened as his heart melted at Darkan’s sincere praise directed toward Raon.

“If there are any shortcomings, I would be grateful to hear them.”

I bowed my head to Glen, asking him to share his guidance.

“Your direction of development is sound. You’re focusing on the Ten Thousand Swords technique, you haven’t overextended yourself with subtleties, and your adaptability to different situations is sufficient. However, the will you’re embedding into your blade is somewhat lacking.”

Glen shook his head, noting that while my swordsmanship itself was advancing toward perfection, my will wasn’t keeping pace.

“Huh? I see it the opposite way.”

Darkan stroked his chin and raised his eyebrows.

“There’s still plenty of room for technical improvement! He’s learning the Ten Thousand Swords, but each subtlety has different levels of mastery, so the harmony isn’t perfect. The swordsmanship itself has room for refinement. On the other hand, that kid’s soul doesn’t fall short of mine. He can resolve matters of will on his own.”

He waved his hand dismissively, saying there was no need to worry about will since he’d seen my soul in the Mental World.

“I’m not saying the swordsmanship is perfect. I’m simply saying that will is more important.”

Glen furrowed his brow deeply.

“I agree that his will is lacking, but I’m saying the swordsmanship can be developed further.”

Darkan simply laughed, as if he was enjoying the conversation with Glen itself.

“Didn’t I tell you not to interfere?”
“It’s interesting when opinions differ.”

The two transcendents gazed at each other’s blades, their expressions distinctly different.

“Um…”

I stretched my hand forward and inserted myself between Glen and Darkan. Watching the two of them, I recalled the time Glen and Lectar had fought.

“It seems like it would work better if Grandfather teaches me about will, and I learn the technical improvements in swordsmanship from Darkan…”

I looked at each of them in turn, suggesting that learning from both their respective areas of advice would be better.

“I’m fine with that! When I impart teachings, I gain insights myself.”

Darkan agreed and placed his hand on the black blade.

“The realm of will is also something your grandfather surpasses me in by far.”

He nodded without hesitation, acknowledging Glen.

“…I understand.”

Glen closed his eyes and then opened them.

“There’s no one who knows the swordsmanship of the Continent better than that man, so it will be helpful.”

He nodded as if to say he didn’t like it in his heart, but would accept it.

“Ah, why don’t the three of us discuss the Heart Sword together?”

Darkan moved to Glen’s side and shrugged his shoulders.

“For all three of us.”
“…I’ll do that.”

Glen also seemed curious about Darkan’s Heart Sword and calmly stroked his chin.

“Then before we begin serious training, shall we hear it first?”

Darkan turned his gaze back to me.

“Have you decided what to put into your Heart Sword?”

He waved his finger as if telling me to speak now.

I looked at Glen and Darkan, whose eyes gleamed with interest, and slowly parted my lips.

“I….”

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