The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 115

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Chapter 115

I narrowed my eyes as I read the message.

‘Purified blood energy….’

Not ordinary blood energy, but purified blood energy. It seemed the Soul Reaper Sword consumed the impure aura mixed within the blood energy, then offered me the remaining pure essence.

‘It’s certainly pristine energy.’

The energy the Soul Reaper Sword offered possessed a purity far exceeding that of mana contained in mana stones. It was an auspicious energy that caused me no harm whatsoever.

‘I accept it.’

As I lowered the aura barrier I had been maintaining, the energy from the Soul Reaper Sword began to seep into my body.

A resonant hum echoed through me.

Clear and pristine as morning dew, the energy spread throughout my entire body along the mana pathways.

[Purified blood energy strengthens your body and spirit.]

[All stats have increased by 2 points.]

I clenched my fist tightly, overwhelmed by the exhilaration of refreshing yet pure energy flooding through my entire being.

But the message didn’t end there.

[The trait 【Demonic Energy Adaptation】 has been created.]

A new window materialized before my eyes as the trait manifested.

【Demonic Energy Adaptation (1-Star)】

When using demonic energy through your body or weapons, you can operate more demonic energy with less aura and mental power.

Raon’s eyes gleamed as I examined the description of Demonic Energy Adaptation.

‘Not bad at all.’

Simply wielding a sword imbued with demonic energy consumed tremendous mental power and aura. With this trait, I could fight with the Soul Reaper Sword while maintaining greater composure.

-Wait a moment.

As I nodded in satisfaction, Wrath surged before my eyes. His pupils, submerged in glacial blue coldness, were twisted in fury.

-Why did a trait manifest?

‘You said it yourself before. The system moves in ways that benefit me. It must have created this trait for the day I wield the Soul Reaper Sword.’

-How do you think that trait was created? It was me! It’s obvious the power came from my true body!

‘Of course it did. Why are you asking something so obvious?’

-Grrrraahhh!

Wrath gnashed his teeth. A chill laden with fury swirled above the azure flames, seeping forth like mist.

‘No matter how I think about it, it’s comfortable.’

As I closed the message I had confirmed, the Soul Reaper Sword emitted a gentle vibration. It was a soft movement, as if to say let’s get along well from now on.

‘Is that what you’re asking? To work together?’

Whooong!

As if confirming my words, the Soul Reaper Sword released a clear resonance.

‘Unlike parasite number one, you’re actually useful. I’ll take back what I said about calling you parasite number two. I’m counting on you too.’

Whoong!

The Soul Reaper Sword trembled as if expressing gratitude.

-Wh-what?! I’m parasite number one?! You’re the parasite! You’re a spine-breaker who sucks out my power down to the marrow!

‘I see.’

-Grrrraaaaaahhh!

At my casual response, Wrath shrieked with fury, unleashing rage and cold. A torrent of wrathful emotion crashed down, overwhelming the azure chill that erupted like a volcano.

Roooooar!

The embers of Wrath’s rage that I had previously accepted flared up like smoldering coals, crushing my consciousness.

“Haaah….”

A vicious pain pierced every pore as if thousands of needles were stabbing through them. As I grew stronger, Wrath too was recovering his power. To counter him, I slowly exhaled and wielded the Ring of Fire and the Mana Sphere.

As my soul’s grade rose and heat surged through my entire body, the pain transmitted from Wrath’s rage and cold began to subside slightly.

‘This is definitely a matter of compatibility.’

The Ring of Fire and the Mana Sphere were the only shield capable of withstanding Wrath, who wielded a blade of cold and rage.

-Offer this body and soul to me, your king!

‘I can’t do that.’

Though my hair stood on end from the pain as if my flesh were being carved away, I laughed as though it were nothing.

Whoooosh.

As I endured the vicious pain while cold sweat poured down, a message appeared as if it had been waiting.

[You have endured the interference of Wrath.]

[Strength stat increases by 1 point.]

[Stamina stat increases by 1 point.]

These were stat increases earned as the price for withstanding rage and cold.

-Damn it all! My power level has exceeded the limit! Again!

Wrath leaped out of my body with a start, grinding his teeth as he glared at the message in disbelief.

‘You won’t do.’

I wiped the sweat trickling down my forehead, pretending to brush back my hair.

I can’t afford to let my guard down.

Despite my composed words, my back was drenched with perspiration.

Wrath may be generous with his power, but his true nature is that of a Demon Realm lord. I must never allow myself to relax.

‘I thought they were the same at first, but I was wrong.’

-What nonsense is this.

‘The Soul Reaper Sword is far kinder than you.’

I scoffed at Wrath and carefully wiped the blade of the Soul Reaper Sword clean.

-Kind? What kindness are you speaking of? That wretched thing tried to seize control of your body!

‘It changed its mind. That’s different from you, who tries to devour me no matter what.’

-That one would be no different. Had it possessed my strength, it would not have given up and would have continued to covet you.

Whoooosh!

The Soul Reaper Sword vibrated its blade in protest.

‘Don’t lump us together like that.’

-Soon enough, I’ll shatter not just you, but that cursed blade as well.

Wrath radiated a vicious chill as he gazed down at the Soul Reaper Sword.

‘If you boost my stats, I’d be grateful.’

-Tch, even without me, you won’t die peacefully. You’re the type who makes enemies wherever you go.

‘You’re my only enemy.’

There was a true enemy I had to kill no matter what, but I didn’t voice it.

“Swordmaster Raon.”

As I finished cleaning the Soul Reaper Sword and was about to sheathe it, Greer approached with a black cloth.

“Thanks to you, I’m alive. I owe you my gratitude once more.”

He still didn’t carry himself like a prince. He smiled and bowed his head.

“No, I had my own reasons to deal with them anyway.”

“Indeed, that seems to be the case.”

When I showed him the Soul Reaper Sword, Greer nodded in acknowledgment.

“I thought it merely emanated a faint resentful energy, but it transcends common sense. I’ve never seen a blade like this before.”

“Neither have I. The resentment seems far stronger than I anticipated.”

“Will you be alright? I’ve heard that cursed blades bite their own masters….”

“It has now fully accepted me as its master.”

“With power like that, it would have no choice but to accept you. Your martial prowess is truly remarkable.”

He chuckled, declaring he would work harder to keep pace with me. He was indeed a refreshingly straightforward person.

“Now that we’ve become allies, I suppose I can show you this.”

Greer withdrew a white sphere the size of a child’s head from the cloth wrapping he had brought.

“What is that….”

“It’s an item from the White Blood Cult branch we’ve been carrying. As you know, when the White Blood Cult raids a village, they drain half the people on the spot and abduct the other half. We believe they use this sphere to transport the abducted to the White Blood Cult’s main headquarters.”

He gazed at the sphere with eyes brimming with anticipation.

Vwooooong!

Upon hearing Greer’s words, the Soul Reaper Sword vibrated with intensity—a resonance born from the desire for vengeance and the hope that those who might yet live could be saved.

‘I see.’

Raon gazed at the Soul Reaper Sword with admiration in his eyes.

‘Remarkable.’

Even as a demonic blade, it still wished to save people—a testament to the warmth and compassion that dwelled in the hearts of the people of Siren Village.

“By the way, my lord.”

Dorian, who had been staring blankly at the Soul Reaper Sword as it radiated its aura, lifted his head.

“Where did you learn dagger techniques? I’ve never seen you use them before, and they’re quite formidable.”

“Well, certainly.”

“It was a systematized form of dagger combat.”

At those words, Greer and the knights turned their attention as well, curious about what style of swordplay it was and how I had learned it.

“…I learned it from Rimer, my instructor.”

“Ah!”

“That explains it.”

“If it’s him, that makes perfect sense.”

Dorian, the prince, and the knights all readily accepted the explanation, remarking that if it was Rimer, he would naturally have taught such dagger techniques.

‘This one is quite useful as well.’

The excuse of Rimer worked everywhere.

I let out a soft chuckle and fastened the Soul Reaper Sword to the back of my waist.

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The next day at noon.

A young man with blue hair perched upon a slender branch. His gaze was sharp, his lips pressed into a resolute line. He resembled a pine tree that had taken human form.

This man, who emanated a noble aura as refined as a drawn blade, was Borini Kitten—the third squad leader of the Owen Kingdom’s Silver Knights and a name inscribed upon the Twelve Continents.

In his brown eyes, Raon and Greer arrived at the crossroads, exchanged farewells, and departed on their separate paths.

“Hmm.”

Borini’s gaze followed not the Third Prince he was meant to protect, but Raon’s retreating figure.

‘He certainly saw through me.’

Yesterday, when the White Blood Cult disciples attacked the Third Prince’s party, my presence wavered for a brief moment, and Raon seized that fleeting instant to pinpoint my location.

‘Quite the remarkable one.’

After determining that he was not an enemy, Raon focused entirely on dealing with the White Blood Cult. His judgment and concentration were like those of a veteran knight who had experienced countless real battles.

‘What was truly astounding, however, was his short sword technique.’

I had heard from the Third Prince that Raon Zigheart was a genius with the blade, but I never expected him to have mastered short sword combat as well.

And it was not some clumsy, half-learned technique—he displayed sword forms as refined as if he had drawn the blade thousands, tens of thousands of times.

‘The final strike was a masterpiece.’

A sword strike condensing both spiritual energy and aura. Its power and range had reached the highest tier of Expert level.

“And….”

It was beautiful.

The Third Prince and the knights there would not have understood, but Borini Kitten, watching from a distance, felt it with absolute certainty.

What Raon Zigheart displayed was no mere technique. It was sword dance—art created with the blade. The resentment woven into that beautiful yet sorrowful dance caused my heart to ache for a moment.

“Raon Zigheart….”

When the Third Prince called him a true genius, I had not fully believed it, but those words held not a shred of falsehood.

I had entered the Silver Knights, called the finest in the Kingdom—no, the finest on the Continent—and witnessed many talented individuals, but I had never seen a child like this.

“Huh.”

Borini Kitten watched Raon’s receding figure with a faint smile.

“Perhaps another divine being will emerge in Zigheart within a few years.”

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After boarding the dimensional gate, Raon and Dorian traveled for two weeks before arriving at Judian Forest near Habun Castle.

With just one more day of travel from here, they would be able to enter Habun Castle, one of the hells of the Northern Region.

“U-ugh….”

Dorian lay on a makeshift cot he’d pulled from his storage pouch, his teeth chattering. Despite the warmth of the campfire and his thick blanket, his trembling refused to cease.

“I’m g-going to die. I’m really going to die!”

“You won’t.”

Raon shook his head while polishing the Soul Reaper Sword.

“If you apply what you’ve learned and do what you’re capable of, it’s a trial you can definitely overcome.”

Rimer isn’t the type to assign impossible tasks. The fact that he sent us means it’s a test we can definitely pass. Of course, there are exceptions like Gwahyeolgwi.

“Right?”

Whoooosh!

The Soul Reaper Sword rang out with a clear, resonant tone as if in agreement. Two weeks had passed, and I had grown somewhat familiar not only with myself but with Dorian as well.

“I know that, but it’s scary! What am I supposed to do about being scared!”

Dorian retrieved a luminescent lamp from his belly pouch and placed it at the head of his bed before burrowing under the blankets.

A bed and a luminescent lamp during outdoor camping—that was an extraordinary luxury. Of course, thanks to it, I could sleep comfortably as well.

“All done.”

I cleaned the Soul Reaper Sword thoroughly and returned it to its scabbard.

-Hmph!

Wrath cleared his throat as if something displeased him and sprang out from the bracelet.

-You’re being far too kind to that insignificant creature lately.

‘Being kind?’

-Indeed. You clean it every single day and speak to it regularly, do you not?

‘Well, it helps.’

Even when I said it wasn’t necessary, the Soul Reaper Sword would use its demonic energy to locate prey like deer and even detect bandits beforehand to warn me.

-That much is something you could do yourself, is it not?

‘Still, I’m grateful that it does something for me.’

My own sensory perception was superior, certainly, but the fact that the sword took care of such matters on its own meant a great deal to me.

‘And it’s teaching me how to use demonic energy better.’

The Soul Reaper Sword had been instructing me on better methods of wielding demonic energy and how to adapt to it.

Since it was doing such admirable things, it was only natural that I cleaned it frequently and spoke to it.

-Using such trivial power as demonic energy will only diminish your rank.

‘Even if my rank diminishes, I must grow stronger.’

I chuckled softly and pushed away Wrath, whose lips were pouting.

I wasn’t deliberately excluding him, yet the more I conversed and grew closer with the Soul Reaper Sword, the more anxious Wrath became.

Whoooosh!

The Soul Reaper Sword’s blade sang out, as if teasing Wrath as he exhaled frigid energy.

-How dare such a worthless creature—!

‘Don’t.’

As Wrath unleashed a wave of frigid energy to suppress the Soul Reaper Sword, I used the Mana Circulation technique to block his aura.

-Why are you interfering!

‘You started this first.’

-I am the Lord of the Demon Realm! How can I stand idle while a mere cursed blade shows defiance…!

‘I’ll handle it, so stay quiet.’

-Tch!

I forcibly pushed Wrath back into the bracelet and lay down on the simple cot. Feeling its softness, I turned my back and closed my eyes.

As I began to breathe slowly in preparation for sleep, Wrath burst out of the bracelet again. His demeanor was noticeably more subdued than before.

-Are you sleeping?

‘Not yet.’

-Then…

Wrath swallowed hard and continued speaking.

-W-would this king perhaps teach you the proper use of frigid energy?

I smiled faintly while keeping my back turned.

The Demon Realm’s lord had taken the bait within just two weeks.

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