The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1119

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Chapter 1119

“What…?”

Bridget’s eyes widened as if the thought had never even crossed her mind.

“Why would you participate in the Holy Sword Tournament! A Transcendent. And one stronger than me, no less!”

She shouted with such force that the surroundings trembled, questioning what I could possibly be thinking.

“Raon, are you serious?”

Heekyuk Je narrowed her eyes as she looked at me.

“The Holy Sword Tournament is a festival where all swordsmen belonging to Mugeomgak participate, so it won’t be beneficial for you.”

She shook her head, saying the level of my sparring opponents would be far too low.

“I’m aware.”

I smiled faintly at Heekyuk Je.

“I know the Holy Sword Tournament well enough.”

The Holy Sword Tournament was a sword competition held once every ten years by Mugeomgak.
All swordsmen belonging to Mugeomgak participated, and the top four who reached the finals were granted access to a special sword archive, so I had taken an interest in it beforehand.

“Even if it’s a sword competition where aura isn’t used, there’s no one who could match your level!”

Bridget furrowed her brow, questioning what I was thinking.

“No, more than that, you don’t even have the qualifications to participate in the Holy Sword Tournament….”
“Aren’t the swordsmen from Baekgyeong also participating in this Holy Sword Tournament?”

I cut off Bridget’s words and tilted my chin slightly.

“Well, that’s true, but….”

Bridget trailed off, turning her gaze toward Heekyuk Je.

“It was Lady Brianna’s suggestion. She said that since Baekgyeong has skilled swordmasters, we should have them participate in the Divine Sword Tournament. But how did you know about that…?”

Heekyuk Je let out a hollow laugh, asking how I knew information that hadn’t been made public.

“I have an information source who takes terribly good care of me.”

I touched the inner pocket containing Chad’s letter and drew a subtle smile.

“Ah, so it’s the Flying Swallow Unit leader.”

Heekyuk Je nodded, as if understanding how I’d come to know about Mugeomgak’s information.

“Indeed, there were many rumors that he held you in high regard.”

Despite being an outsider, she knew facts that only insiders of Zigheart could know.

“How did you know that?”

This time, I widened my eyes in disbelief.

“It didn’t spread publicly, but rumors circulated quite widely. That the Flying Swallow Unit leader was pushing you as his successor.”

Heekyuk Je nodded calmly, saying it was something most information brokers knew.

“Ah…”

I blinked blankly.

-An outsider knows, but you’re the only one who didn’t! Wrath scoffed, calling me the worst at reading the room on the Continent.

-I told you to just pluck out your eyes like a sword-obsessed maniac!

He waved his hand dismissively, saying he didn’t need eyes.

“Anyway, since Zigheart has also formed an alliance with the Five Sovereigns, I hope you’ll give us the opportunity to participate in the Divine Sword Tournament.”

“Well, in any case, since Zigheart has formed an alliance with the New Rising Powers, I hope you’ll give us an opportunity to participate in the Divine Sword Association.”

Raon asked for her understanding and bowed his head to Bridget.

“We have no objections.”

Heekyuk Je nodded calmly, as if to say Raon’s participation was acceptable.

“Fine. Since Zigheart is an ally, let’s say you can participate. But it won’t help!”

Bridget tapped her chest repeatedly, her frustration evident.

“There’s no one in Mugeomgak who can draw out your true sword!”

She shook her head vigorously, insisting that not a single swordmaster among Mugeomgak’s disciples could withstand Raon’s sincere blade.

“The ones behind you might be somewhat useful, but you’re just wasting time.”

Bridget flicked her fingers, suggesting he bring Martha and Dorian instead.

“Besides, that special Archives you want to enter is impressive to our disciples, but it won’t mean much to you. A man who learned swordsmanship from Sword Saint Glen Zigheart and performs perfect technique—what could possibly….”

She tilted her head, genuinely bewildered.

“That’s not entirely wrong.”

Raon smiled and nodded.

‘There are hardly anyone with higher sword mastery than me right now.’

Excluding Glen, Darkan, Lectar, Derus Robert, King Lecross, and the Sword Emperor, there were virtually no one on the Continent with greater sword mastery than himself, so her words weren’t particularly strange.

“With one exception, that is.”

Raon slowly raised his hand.

“Wouldn’t the Master of Mugeomgak be a worthy opponent for me?”

He folded his fingers, pointing at Bridget.

“Me…?”

Bridget’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Yes. Both you and Brianna.”

I nodded, asking the sisters to display all the effort and talent they had accumulated so far.

“It’s been quite some time, so I’d like to see how you’ve both changed since—”
“That sounds good.”

Just as I began to continue with a smile, Bridget’s atmosphere shifted dramatically.

A low growl rumbled from her throat.

Her eyes met mine with a distinctly transformed gleam.
Brianna—Bridget’s older sister and a swordmaster blessed with talent across the ages—wore an undisguised smile of anticipation.

“Let’s have a proper match after all this time.”

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“Are you really going to participate in that Holy Sword Association event or whatever?”

Martha asked me as soon as she entered the Dormitory, seeking me out.

“I looked into it. Even if we don’t understand the significance, it doesn’t seem to matter much for you, does it?”

She tilted her head, clearly puzzled about my reasons for participating in the Holy Sword Association.

“People perceive and think differently about the same thing, even when they see it.”

I smiled gently and shook my head.

“Even if others say it’s meaningless, I have the ability to achieve it.”

Every swordmaster at Mugeomgak trained in different sword techniques.
Now that I had reached a higher realm with Ten Thousand Swords, I could observe the immature techniques of Mugeomgak’s swordmasters and discern their potential while finding lessons to learn.

“And it’s not just me—you two are participating as well.”

I pointed my finger at Martha and Dorian.

“The swordmasters of Mugeomgak are similar to those of the Holy Sword Association. They’re people who concentrate all their mental energy on improving their swordsmanship rather than external matters or personal desires, so there will be many skilled practitioners.”

I smiled, saying it would be a tremendous help for Martha and Dorian.

“I don’t have to participate, right? I’m a mage.”

Evelyn waved her hand lightly, opting out once again.

“Mages certainly have plenty of excuses to match their intelligence.”

Martha frowned, clearly displeased.

“But couldn’t you just request a sparring match directly with Bridget?”

Dorian scratched his cheek, puzzled as to why I insisted on meeting Bridget through the tournament.

“Because I need to enter the Archives where special sword techniques are kept.”

I smacked my lips briefly.

“The Archives?”
“Yes. I want to spar with Bridget and also explore Mugeomgak’s special Archives.”

While I could achieve a sparring match with Bridget through our connection, the special Archives wasn’t a place Mugeomgak allowed easy access to—even following proper procedures, as an outsider, I would be denied entry.
Without this New Sword Tournament, I would have no opportunity to enter at all.

“Didn’t Bridget say there’s nothing remarkable there?”

Martha narrowed her eyes, recalling Bridget’s words.

“I won’t know if there’s anything until I see for myself.”

Raon waved his hand lightly.

“I might find a swordsmanship or martial technique that suits me.”

For someone pursuing the path of the Thousand Swords, even a small new technique would be a clear help. Before the war, he wanted to see and learn as many martial techniques as possible to strengthen himself, even if only slightly.

‘And…’

That technique might be there.

The swordsmanship he had desperately wanted to see since his past life was not in Zigheart or the Holy Sword Association, so the chances of it remaining in Mugeomgak were extremely high.

“There are many sword manuals in Zigheart, though.”

Dorian shook his head as if telling him to read all of those first.

“I’ve already read all the sword manuals in Zigheart. The remaining ones are just martial techniques that don’t suit me.”

Raon spoke words that others would find hard to believe, yet waved his hand dismissively as if it were nothing.

“Y-you’ve read all the sword manuals in Zigheart?”

Dorian’s jaw trembled in disbelief.

“Yes.”

Raon nodded calmly as if it were truly nothing remarkable.

“Why are you so surprised?”

Martha lightly tapped Dorian’s forehead.

“That guy trained from dawn until night and slept in the Archives, remember?”

She shrugged her shoulders, indicating it was nothing strange.

“You’ve read almost all the books in the Archives of the Zigheart Repository, haven’t you?”

Evelyn nodded approvingly, finding it admirable that he read books whenever he entered the Archives.

“Is… is that really true?”

Dorian’s jaw dropped as he admitted he had no idea about that.

“Wait, you’ve read the books in the Repository too? I didn’t even know that? You’re seriously insane….”

Martha’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him.

“Ah….”

I swallowed hard as I watched Evelyn smiling contentedly.

“H-how do you know that?”

She knew about events that occurred not just outside, but in the Zigheart Repository in a different dimension entirely. Now I felt genuine fear, goosebumps rising along my spine.

-Gasp!

Wrath seemed to sense the same thing, drawing in a sharp breath.

“Hehe.”

Evelyn responded not with words, but with a cheerful laugh that didn’t match the situation.

-L-let’s just go to the Demon Realm!

Wrath clutched his head, saying he was losing his mind.

-There’s no escaping that mad woman on this Continent!
‘If you ask me….’

I let out a deep sigh, avoiding Evelyn’s violet gaze.

‘I think she’d chase us even to the Demon Realm.’
-….

Wrath didn’t respond, seemingly agreeing, and simply drooled.

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A week later.
The New Sword Festival was officially held at Mugeomgak.

‘This place isn’t bad at all.’

I gazed at the five Sparring Arenas erected in the center of Mugeomgak and smiled faintly.

‘They’ve certainly invested considerable resources here.’

While other areas of Mugeomgak had grown worn and dilapidated with age, the Sparring Arenas and Training Grounds bore the unmistakable marks of substantial expenditure and meticulous care. It was a fitting testament to a sword-wielding faction.

I narrowed my eyes as I observed the swordsmen of Mugeomgak gathered around the Training Ground.

‘Their aura is remarkably well-disciplined.’

While the aura levels of Mugeomgak’s swordsmen weren’t particularly high, their gazes were as sharp and unwavering as those of master swordsmen. I found myself already anticipating what swordsmanship they would display.

Whoosh!

As I observed the Mugeomgak swordsmen with keen interest, Bridget leaped into the Sparring Arena with the eager intensity of a hawk diving toward prey.

Boom!

She stood alone upon the arena, her gaze sweeping down upon the assembled swordsmen.

“I now declare the New Sword Festival open! Show me the swordsmanship you’ve cultivated over these ten years!”
“Uooooooooh!”

At Bridget’s cry, the swordsmen of Mugeomgak and the White Whale raised their blades toward the sky, their roars of enthusiasm echoing outward. Now I understood why they called this sparring a festival.

“Ohhh….”
“Raaaaaaah!”

Dorian released a sound like a groan that drained the strength from one’s body, while Martha roared as though she intended to devour everything before her.

“This New Sword Tournament has a special guest!”

Bridget turned her body and looked at Raon standing in front of the second Sparring Arena.

‘Hmm?’

Raon furrowed his brow as he met Bridget’s gaze.

‘Is she about to reveal my identity?’

There wasn’t a single swordmaster on the current Continent who didn’t know who I was.
Most swordmasters would feel their very souls crushed just hearing the title Sword Emperor, unable to even wield their blades properly. I had requested to keep my identity hidden and even wore a wig, yet it seemed Bridget was determined to expose me after all.

“Sword Emperor Raon Zigheart!”

Bridget let out a refreshing laugh as she pointed at me.

“The Gale Wind Hall Master of Zigheart is participating in the New Sword Tournament under the authority of the allied forces!”

She stomped her feet enthusiastically, urging everyone to learn much from me.

Thump.

The moment the title Sword Emperor and the name Raon Zigheart were announced, a profound silence fell over the noisy Sparring Arena.
The gazes of countless swordmasters all turned toward me, their eyes trembling violently with confusion and astonishment.

“Sigh….”

I removed the wig I had borrowed from Dorian and let out a deep sigh.

‘I wanted to properly observe the swordsmanship of the Mugeomgak swordmasters.’

Every swordmaster at Mugeomgak trained in completely different sword techniques. I had hoped to encounter new forms of swordsmanship and raise my Thousand Sword Mastery even slightly, but with Bridget exposing my identity, they would all likely forfeit.

‘This is truly a waste of time….’

I was shaking my head in regret when—

“Woooooaaaaaah!”
“Sword Emperor Raon Zigheart?”
“I want to challenge him first!”
“No, me!”
“Switch us to Sparring Arena 2!”

Contrary to expectations, the swordsmen of Mugeomgak eagerly raised their hands, clamoring to fight me.
It wasn’t to impress Bridget. Every single one of them rushed toward Sparring Arena 2 with fierce competitive fire blazing in their eyes.

“And…”

Bridget raised her fist and struck her chest powerfully.

“I’m participating in the Divine Sword Tournament too!”

She nodded emphatically, declaring that she would participate in the tournament not as the Head of House, but as a swordswoman in her own right.

“Waaaaaaaaah!”
“Even the Head of House is joining!”
“Isn’t this the first time we’ll fight the Head of House in a tournament?”
“This is insane. What a blessing! What a blessing!”
“Just displaying our refined swordsmanship will elevate our abilities.”

The swordsmen trembled with joy as they gripped their blades, shouting the names of Raon and Bridget.

‘What is this…?’

I exhaled softly, watching the enthusiastic Mugeomgak swordsmen.

‘They really want to spar with me and Bridget?’

The Grand Masters were one thing, but even Masters and those who hadn’t yet achieved the Master rank were delighted at the prospect of sparring with me. Having only encountered people who feared facing me until now, seeing these warriors eager to charge forward with such fervor was almost bewildering.
Until now, he had only seen people who feared sparring with him, so seeing those who rushed at him filled with madness was almost absurd.

A light scoff or snort of amusement.

Bridget smiled and shrugged her shoulders as if asking what he thought of her.

“There really was no need to worry…”

Raon smiled thinly as he observed Bridget taking pride in the Mugeomgak swordmasters.

“All the swordmasters of Mugeomgak are obsessed with the blade. The Holy Sword Association reveres the sword as sacred, but we pursue only swordsmanship itself.”

Bridget nodded, as if this were the natural response.

“It’s because they don’t understand how terrifying Raon is.”

Dorian’s lips trembled as he explained that those who hadn’t experienced a sparring match with Raon were naturally showing such fervent enthusiasm.

“Exactly. After taking a few hits, they’ll all run away eventually.”

Martha nodded in agreement with Dorian’s words.

“I don’t think that will happen.”

Raon shook his head lightly.

“They were delighted even when Bridget said she would participate.”

The swordmasters of Mugeomgak raised both arms in joy even at the news that Bridget—who had undoubtedly treated them harshly—would participate in the Divine Sword Tournament. They seemed to simply delight in fighting strong swordmasters.
That much was clear.

“You all seem like you’ll gain much from this.”

Raon sensed the presence of Mugeomgak’s masters quietly observing him, unlike the other swordmasters, and curved his lips upward.

“Of course….”

Looking at Bridget gazing down at him with excited eyes—no, at Bridget and Brianna, who were becoming true Sword Emperors—I placed my hand on the Heavenly Sword.

“So will I.”

I lifted my chin with the certainty that I would gain new insights from Mugeomgak.

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