The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1156

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Chapter 1156

“Huh…?”
“Hmm?”

As Glen passed by Raon as if dismissing him, the other swordsmen widened their mouths in surprise.

“But the Gwangpung Jeonju is still here?”
“Right. After the Sword Emperor, shouldn’t he call Raon next?”
“Normally, we’d call the Gwangpung Jeonju first.”
“Did he perhaps forget?”
“The Head of House wouldn’t do such a
thing…”

The swordsmen, unaware that Glen had finished speaking, merely rolled their eyes with small doubts.

“The greatest strength of the Junmujeonju is the insight and composure to discern an enemy’s openings. The refined swordsmanship that drives a blade forward with audacity is a weapon that cuts even the mightiest. However, his weakness that contradicts this is excessive caution.”

Glen called out Karun’s name and began enumerating his strengths and weaknesses.

“Hmm.”

Karun had been glancing at Raon, but the moment the subject turned to himself, he immediately focused his gaze on Glen.

“Caution can be an advantage, but in the battles of transcendents where victory and defeat are decided in a single instant, it becomes a loss of opportunity. Unlike before, try fighting with your heart rather than your head.”

Glen offered counsel to the ever-composed Karun, urging him to be consumed by the fire of his heart.

“I will keep that in mind.”

Karun nodded, accepting Glen’s words.

‘Surely…’

I tilted my head slightly, watching Glen offer additional counsel to Karun.

‘He saw me first, didn’t he?’

I didn’t merely observe—I made eye contact with Glen as well. Yet he simply glossed over it without even mentioning my strengths and weaknesses, let alone my name.

‘Why?’

Even if I hadn’t fought the Sword Emperor with my full strength, Glen would have clearly grasped my advantages and disadvantages. I couldn’t fathom why he withheld information he possessed and simply moved past me.

-You’ve been staring at that fool every day. He must be sick of it.

Wrath nodded, claiming he understood Glen’s sentiment.

-He’s clearly telling you to figure it out yourself.

The creature grinned wickedly, as if he could already see my suffering unfold.

‘He’ll explain later.’

In the Audience Chamber, when distributing rewards for missions or discussing war merits, my name had often been called last. I assumed this would be no different and remained still.

As I made no move, the others seemed to share the same thought and refocused their attention on Glen’s words.

“Former King Yuber. The way you wove the subtlety of swordsmanship into your destructive Tao techniques was remarkably impressive.”

After finishing his assessment of Karun, Glen began offering guidance to the Former King as well.

“Opposite to the Sword Emperor—using the Tao as if it were a blade. I could see how profoundly you influenced each other’s martial arts.”

He nodded, noting that the Sword Emperor and the Former King had greatly influenced one another’s techniques.

“That’s right. We fought almost every day.”
“I memorized all the moves except the incantations.”

The Sword Emperor and the Former King seemed to take Glen’s words as praise, exchanging glances and offering each other subtle smiles.

“Your weaknesses are similarly aligned. Your movements are far too cautious for Tao techniques. Like Karun, during this training period, you should fight instinctively.”

Glen offered the Former King advice similar to what he’d given Karun, then moved on to the next person.

“Me! Dad, it’s me!”

Aris, like me, seemed unwilling to let the matter pass and immediately raised her hand.

“Aris. You are….”

Glen gazed at Aris before exhaling a deep sigh.

“That refreshingly straightforward personality of yours is both your greatest strength and your greatest weakness. Your swordsmanship has already been honed to near perfection. If you simply develop a keen sense of when to charge forward and when to retreat, you could achieve far greater heights than you do now.”

He focused on offering her counsel regarding her character rather than her martial technique.

“How am I supposed to find that sense, sir?”

Aris tilted her head, uncertain how to distinguish between moments to charge and moments to withdraw.

“You will learn the art of restraint through your future training.”

Unlike his instructions to Karun and the Former King, Glen commanded Aris to suppress her impulsive nature.

“Next, Valter Zigheart.”

Glen called out to Valter with an even deeper sigh.

Valter rose to his feet with a shout so loud it made the Training Ground tremble.

Valdemar rose to his feet with a shout so loud it made the Training Ground shake.

“You’re an idiot, so live like an idiot. Next…”

Glen simply said that and moved on to the next person.

“…What? Hey! Father!”

Valdemar blinked blankly and asked back, but Glen didn’t turn to look at him.

“Burren Zigheart. Your strength lies in wielding swordsmanship of high completion. Your swordplay, forged through effort upon talent, will not be easily blocked by those at the same level. However, like Karun, you lack initiative. Since your potential for growth is great, try learning sensory swordsmanship.”

Glen advised Burren to try learning the Sensory Sword and tossed him the Martial Arts Manual.

“Oh, yes!”

Burren trembled as he received the book Glen had tossed to him, as though accepting a treasure beyond compare in this world.

“Martha Zigheart. Even after the White Blood War, you haven’t lost your will to fight, and your dedication to swordsmanship is commendable, but it’s becoming excessive. You’re carrying far too much tension in your shoulders. You should reduce your training somewhat and cultivate more mental ease.”

Glen tossed several books to Martha, instructing her to read them.

“Yes…”

Martha lowered her head, her voice weakening at the unexpected advice.

“Lunan Slion.”

Glen turned his gaze toward Lunan, who stood beside Martha with her eyes closed.

“Yes…”

Lunan nodded slightly, her eyes barely half-open.

“I hear you’ve been doing nothing but sleeping in the Training Ground lately, yet your growth rate has accelerated far beyond what it was before.”
“The growth rate has become much faster than before.”

Glen let out a hollow laugh as if amused by something strange.

“Seeing that not only swordsmanship and physical ability, but also attribute power has been strengthened, it seems like opening the Sword Realm in the same way as Rimer would be a good idea too.”

He lowered his chin as he told Lunan Slion to challenge the Sword Realm.

“Yes…”

Lunan Slion gave Glen Zigheart a slight nod before lowering his eyes again. Though he appeared to show little reaction, his heart was pounding so fast he couldn’t sleep.

“Certainly…”

Raon nodded slightly as he watched Lunan Slion fall back asleep.

You’ve changed a lot.

Because his compatibility with Sloth was so good, Lunan Slion not only grew stronger in aura and body, but his affinity for the cold attribute also developed.
Following Glen Zigheart’s words, if I focused on opening the Sword Realm, it seemed like I might cause a major accident.

—I share the same sentiment!

Wrath nodded, affirming that the Charm Girl would be capable of accomplishing it.

“Then next…”

Glen proceeded to explain the strengths and weaknesses of every swordmaster in the Training Ground, offering guidance on how each could improve.

“…Sylvia Zigheart and Sia Zigheart. You both possess overwhelming talent—enough to understand why Gwangpung selected you. However, your experience is severely lacking. My instruction for you is identical: engage in sparring matches with every swordmaster here at least once.”

With Sylvia and Sia, Glen concluded his counsel to all the swordmasters. It was remarkable that despite dozens of matches having taken place, he had retained every detail and formulated advice for each one.

“Since this is our first day, we’ll conclude here. The Training Ground will remain open at all times, so anyone wishing to conduct personal training may do so.”

Glen clenched his jaw as if to emphasize that the real work began tomorrow, then descended from the platform.

“Grandfather!”

Sia raised her hand high and rushed forward.

“You didn’t say anything nice about Raon!”

She grasped Glen’s sleeve, pleading for him to offer kind words about her younger brother.

“Ahem!”

When Sia took his hand, Glen’s cheeks flushed crimson, but he cleared his throat as if nothing were amiss and turned his gaze toward Raon.

“Hmm.”

I met Glen’s gaze and swallowed hard.

“I have nothing to say to the Gwangpung master.”

Glen regarded me briefly, then shook his head. Even at Sia’s request, he truly had nothing to offer, and he walked toward the Training Ground’s exit.

“Father!”

Valdemar rushed after Glen with his eyes bulging wide open.

“You only told me I was a fool, though?”
“You are a fool. Live like one.”

Glen tilted his head as if questioning what the problem was.

“No, I am a fool, but you should give me proper advice!”

Valdemar furrowed his brow, wondering how Glen could simply call him a fool and leave.

“That is the advice. To live like a fool.”

Glen nodded his chin thoughtfully before departing the Patriarch’s Hall.

“That old geezer!”

Valdemar stood dumbfounded, but the moment Glen vanished, he stomped his feet and threw punches at the empty air.

‘That was indeed advice.’

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Valdemar thrashing about.

‘For Valdemar, becoming a fool and training as he is now is better.’

Valdemar currently stood before the Wall of Transcendence. If he overthought things, he would only take a detour. It seemed better for him to collide his body and spirit together mindlessly, just as he was doing now.

‘Then what about me…?’

I grasped the hilt of the Heavenly Sword with an audible grip, my brow furrowing.

‘What should I do?’

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From the next day onward, the swordsmen’s training officially began under Glen’s instruction.

“Martha. You’re not utilizing the full potential of your swordsmanship. Don’t focus on increasing your speed—cultivate composure instead.”

Glen observed Martha as she refined her technique based on martial principles, offering her precisely the guidance she needed in this moment.

“No, that’s not it. Sensory Blade is a technique that relies on instinct rather than intellect. Move your sword with your heart.”

He then instructed Burren Zigheart, who was cultivating Sensory Blade just behind Martha, on the direction her technique should evolve.

“Sword Emperor and Aris—begin your sparring match now.”

After instructing Martha and Burren Zigheart, Glen called the Sword Emperor and Aris forward.

“Yes!”
“Finally!”
“However, you may only deploy your swordsmanship once every ten seconds.”

The Sword Emperor and Aris, who had been smiling, suddenly looked as though their faces had been crumpled like paper.

“Karun and Former King Yuber will also begin sparring beside them. For you two, don’t think with your heads—continuously pour your martial power into each other without restraint.”

Glen, conversely, gave Karun and Former King Yuber conditions that would allow them to feel their instincts.

“Dorian. Your growth rate is remarkably swift. I believe it would be beneficial for you to learn new swordsmanship.”

He provided additional techniques to those with rapid growth, elevating their development further.

“Lunan. I’m aware that you grow stronger even while sleeping, but now it’s time to wake up and wield your sword. The sensation of moving your body directly is equally important.”
“Valdemar. I called you foolish, not to commit foolish acts.”
“Crain. If you continue wielding your sword so clumsily, you won’t even be able to chase Dorian’s shadow.”

As Glen instructed the others, he simultaneously identified swordsmen who were slacking off or heading in the wrong direction, pointing out their mistakes immediately. It meant he was aware of everything happening across the vast Family Head’s Training Ground.

“Aaaargh!”
“This is brutal!”
“I’m… dying…”

After training from dawn through the morning, the swordsmen finally received a break at lunch time and collapsed onto the floor of the training ground.

“It’s tough, but don’t you think something’s changed about us?”
“Right. Just following the Head of House’s guidance, and our swordsmanship transforms!”
“Not just swordsmanship. Our aura cultivation and physical bodies are growing stronger too. We’ve broken through our plateaus in one go.”
“It’s not just us—everyone’s changing.”
“Exactly. Even transcendents like the Sword Emperor and the War King have said they’ve transformed?”
“The Continent’s Greatest Swordsman is different. We’re fortunate the North Destruction King is our Head of House.”
“I’m curious what we’ll become by the time this training ends.”

The swordsmen laughed, marveling at how merely a week of training had brought changes equivalent to over a year of cultivation.

“But….”

Dorian’s laughter faded as he noticed a solitary figure standing at the far right.

“Will the Jeonju be alright?”

He pressed his lips together, watching Raon swing his blade while drenched in sweat.

“Good grief!”

Crain lightly tapped the back of Dorian’s head.

“Don’t you know who our Jeonju is? The man who resurrects even after death!”

He shook his head vigorously, telling Dorian to stop worrying about Raon.

“….”

Unlike Crain’s reaction, Burren Zigheart, Martha Zigheart, and Lunan Slion gazed at me with somber eyes.

“I….”

I didn’t hear Crain and Dorian’s words, my breathing ragged as I clenched my parched lips.

“What am I supposed to do?”

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