The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1159

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Chapter 1159

As I descended into the state of no-self, I couldn’t help but let out a silent laugh.

‘I never thought I’d achieve enlightenment just by saying I was hungry, like Wrath said.’

Since I’d skipped lunch to observe the swordsmen’s techniques, Wrath had been causing a commotion all afternoon. When I myself felt peckish and mentioned going to eat, I suddenly slipped into the state of no-self.
Just as Wrath had said, I’d entered enlightenment on a whim, which was somewhat embarrassing.
As Wrath said, entering the awakening on my own terms made it a bit embarrassing.

“But why am I coming to my senses?”

Normally when entering an awakened state, I would forget reality and experience something like dreaming with the sword, but strangely, this time I was able to maintain clear rationality.

Most ordinary martial artists either train in swordsmanship or enter a state of selflessness when fighting for their lives against enemies, but he had awakened even while going to the bathroom as Wrath had said, and he had also awakened while eating a meal.

“But even then, I must have been so absorbed in it that I only thought about swordsmanship?”

She had awakened in strange situations many times before, but always
But now I wasn’t thinking about swordsmanship at all. I’d entered enlightenment while heading to eat, and since my rationality remained intact, I felt somewhat bewildered.

‘What’s happening here?’

I tried to move my body, but strangely, it wouldn’t respond.

‘I can’t hear Wrath’s voice either.’

Wrath was flailing his round hands and saying something to me, but I couldn’t hear a single word. I could only sense from his demeanor that he was cursing.

‘Is this the state of no-self, yet not the state of no-self?’

I’d entered enlightenment countless times before, but this situation was extremely rare.

‘What’s different?’

“What’s different about it?”

What differed from usual was that I had awakened without thinking about swordsmanship.

‘Come to think of it, this might be the first time I’ve entered an awakening state without contemplating swordsmanship.’

Hunger—the primal human desire to eat—had consumed my thoughts when I entered this awakening, and it seemed this was the reason for such an outcome.

‘Then what am I supposed to do?’

I could think, but my body wouldn’t move. My mental state had entered a peculiar condition of selflessness, so I wasn’t certain what would aid my cultivation.

‘When I think about it, this is quite unusual.’

I clicked my tongue softly.

‘Why have I grown stronger?’

Recently, I had merely listened to the sword wind sounds of swordsmen displaying their techniques and followed Glen around offering advice, yet I had achieved far greater martial accomplishments than when I had trained desperately before.

Setting aside my escape from heart demons, it was remarkable that I continued to grow stronger without even practicing swordsmanship or sparring with powerful opponents.

‘It’s absolutely not the power of Sloth seeping in.’

I didn’t share a particularly good resonance with Sloth. Unlike Lunan, I couldn’t achieve martial growth simply by sleeping.

All I had done was observe swordsmen far beneath my level, so I couldn’t understand why I was achieving such growth.

‘Just moments ago, that was the case.’

I recalled the moment I had suddenly entered an awakening state, thinking only of hunger and the desire to eat,
and furrowed my brow slightly.

‘Rest and food? What do they have in common…?’

I pondered the commonality between the two elements that had driven my recent growth, running my fingertips together.

‘They’re both essential to people.’

Both rest and food were unconditionally necessary elements for ordinary people.

However, I never took care of those two.

‘My life has never known rest, and I only ate when Wrath threw a tantrum about it.’

In my childhood, I wielded my sword constantly—driven by the ambition to become part of the Main Lineage, and after achieving that, consumed by the desire for vengeance against Derus Robert.
I reduced my sleep, skipped meals, ignored rest, and maintained a constant state of tension in both body and mind.

‘I thought that was the right path…’

Was it wrong?

Seeing my swordsmanship progress improve—something that never changed no matter how much I swung my blade before—it seemed my previous judgment had been mistaken.

‘When I think about it, a swordsman is ultimately
human, after all.’

Glen, who could cleave the world with a single blade, and I, who could fell mountains though not to that degree—we were called superhuman, but in the end, we were beings of flesh and bone.

‘Now that I’ve been resting, my body and mind are definitely in much better condition than usual. So what I can achieve from here on is…’

Raon immersed myself in this transformation—the first I had experienced across both my past and present lives—gradually falling into an awakening not as a swordsman, but as a human being.

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“Hmm! Hm-hm-hm!”

Glen hummed a cheerful tune as he returned to the Patriarch’s Hall, his shoulders—always rigid and angular—swaying subtly with the lightness of his step.

“You seem to be in a good mood, sir.”

Sheryl drew alongside Glen, raising her eyebrows slightly.

“Did something special happen?”

She tilted her chin forward, as if asking him to share the reason with her.

“It must be because of Raon.”

Roen smiled knowingly, as if the answer was already obvious.

“Raon?”

Sheryl tilted her head at the mention of Raon’s name.

“Raon wasn’t particularly different from usual, was he?”

She narrowed her eyes, noting that Raon had simply been offering advice to the swordsmen as he normally did.

“That’s what makes it so adorable!”

Glen turned to Sheryl, his voice rising—not in anger, but in excitement, his tone brimming with enthusiasm.

“The way he follows me around like a duckling trailing after its mother is absolutely precious!”

He recalled the image of Raon following him and trembled with emotion, his lips quivering.

“That cold child now follows me like a mother duck, and it’s just so….”

Glen couldn’t finish his words and drew a sharp, shuddering breath. Had this been the Throne of Absolute Presence, Zigheart would have experienced its greatest earthquake today.

“Good grief….”

Sheryl exhaled a long sigh, clearly exasperated.

“Hehehehe!”

Roen chuckled warmly, as if he’d expected this all along.

“But that’s not the only reason.”

Glen waved his hand dismissively, his eyes half-closed.

“There’s another reason?”

Sheryl’s eyes gleamed sharply, urging him to explain the true source of his excitement.

“Huh….”

Roen also smacked his lips as if curious.

“When Raon first began following me, he merely agreed with my opinions and offered additional advice to the swordsmen.”

Glen furrowed his brows, recalling the first time a week ago when Raon had begun trailing behind him.

“But recently, Raon has stopped simply following my thoughts and has begun expressing his own ideas more freely. Today, he even offered advice that contradicted mine.”

He drew a deep smile, noting that Raon had given counsel that differed in grain from his own.

“He gave you contradictory advice, so why are you pleased?”

Sheryl swallowed dryly, sensing that Glen was smiling with genuine warmth.

“Because it means Raon is transcending me.”

Glen smiled faintly and lifted his head.

“Even if we master the same techniques and belong to the same Zigheart, the path of the sword is infinite, and eventually, we must diverge. Even if that boy learned the Spear Heaven Sword and Heavenly Thunder Strike from me, if he merely follows, he cannot escape my shadow. Raon appears to be overcoming his inner demons and finding his own sword.”
“Even if he learned the Changgung Sword and Cheonrae Technique, he won’t escape from my Shadow as long as he keeps chasing. It seems Raon is overcoming his inner demons and finding his own sword.”

He gently clenched his jaw, as if hoping Raon would transform his sword in a different manner.

“So… hm?”

Glen, growing excited mid-sentence, suddenly turned his back.

“Already?”

He swallowed dryly and rushed back toward the Family Head’s Training Ground.

“Head of House?”
“We should follow as well.”

Sheryl’s eyes widened in surprise, and Roen immediately pursued Glen.

When the three returned to the Family Head’s Training Ground, they beheld Raon standing motionless, his eyes vacant and dreamy as he gazed into the void.

“Enlightenment?”

Sheryl swallowed hard as she confirmed that Raon had entered a state of awakening.

“It is enlightenment, but the atmosphere seems slightly different from his previous awakenings.”

Roen felt a gentle energy emanating from Raon and furrowed his brows.

“You’re right.”

Glen nodded, his lips trembling faintly.

“Raon isn’t gaining enlightenment about swordsmanship right now.”

His eyes gleamed with joy as he clenched his fists tightly.

“As a person, he’s grasping the thread that leads to the absolute path.”

Glen stood vigil with warmth radiating from his chest until Raon awakened. In his crimson eyes, which resembled the sun itself, gratitude and pride for his grandson bloomed simultaneously.

‘I’m truly grateful.’

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From the next day onward, Raon no longer pursued Glen, standing blankly upon the platform instead.

“Why… why is that guy acting like that again?”

Crain bit his lip slightly as he watched Raon standing in a daze.

“He’s not meditating with his eyes closed like before. He’s literally just standing there vacantly?”

He moistened his dry lips, unnerved by Raon’s new demeanor.

“Is he going to torment us again by testing some new training method?”
“Hmm, that’s not it….”

Dorian observed Raon for a moment, then shook his head gently.

“Right now, the Jeonju is in a remarkably peaceful state of mind.”

He closed and opened his eyes, noting that Raon’s aura differed from when he was plotting to torment someone.

“It’s somewhat less intense, but it resembles the feeling I get when I’m securing supplies.”

Dorian smacked his lips, observing that Raon’s current state mirrored his own when indulging his desires.

“He’s certainly regained his spirits.”

Burren approached from behind Dorian, his brows furrowing.

“Anyway, there’s no need to worry about our Jeonju.”

He chuckled softly, as if he’d expected this all along.

“I told you. Just leave that alone and focus on what we need to do.”

Martha hooked her elbow over Crain’s shoulder and snorted.

“Y-yes, that’s right….”

Crain edged away cautiously, reading the mood.

“Still, do worry about him from time to time.”

Sylvia shook her head with a gentle smile.

“Despite appearances, he has a tender heart.”

She smiled warmly, grateful that they cared for Raon.

“That’s right. Raon is kind and gentle.”

Sia nodded vigorously, insisting there was no one as virtuous as Raon.

“Kind and docile, really….”
“Hmm….”
“Y-yes, that’s right. Absolutely.”

Burren, Martha, and Dorian lowered their gazes and smacked their lips at Sylvia and Sia’s words.

“Docile? That person? Absolutely not… Cough!”
“Shut up.”

Crain was about to recount what he usually suffered at Raon’s hands when Martha struck him across the back, sending him tumbling forward.

“Ugh….”

Lunan exhaled softly through her nose as if she’d known I would return, then leaned against the wall of the Training Ground and closed her eyes. With her worries gone and her heart at ease, she immediately let out a soft purring sound and drifted into sleep.

“Let’s go too. We’ve rested enough.”

Burren ordered the Gale Wind Squad swordsmen who were watching me to resume their training, then dragged the fallen Crain toward the outer edge of the Training Ground.

Whoosh.

I opened my eyes halfway once the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen had resumed their training.

‘More has changed than I expected.’

If a typical awakening was like being struck by a wave, yesterday’s awakening had been like a gentle drizzle.
So I thought there would be little difference from before, but what I could see and feel was far more than anticipated.

‘The flow of sword techniques is visible in greater detail, and I can feel the particles of mana as vividly as if they were touching my fingertips.’

I could now sense the grain of sword techniques that had been invisible until yesterday. It seemed I could make the perfected techniques of the swordsmen sharper and stronger. All my senses themselves felt subtly different from before. Even if it was a gentle awakening, an awakening was still an awakening.

-Of course it should be different!

Wrath rushed forward before my eyes.

-You squandered the True Demon King’s dinner like that, and if you hadn’t changed, I would have smacked the back of your head!

He gritted his teeth, telling me not to state the obvious.

‘That’s why I ate breakfast three times over.’

I recalled the tedious breakfast I’d consumed and sighed while holding my stomach.

-Hmph! Without that hearty meal, you would already be a corpse!

Wrath snorted, as if he’d done me a favor by providing such a substantial breakfast.

-So what will you do now?

He rolled his eyes, as if asking what I’d do now that I’d achieved awakening.

-Why bother asking you? You’ll just swing a sword again, won’t you?

Wrath clicked his tongue, saying he could already see it coming.

-The True Demon King will take a nap, so wake me when it’s time for lunch….
‘No.’

I shook my head firmly and descended from the Platform. Rather than heading to the Training Ground to practice swordplay, I approached Lunan, who was leaning against the Wall.

“Huh…?”

Lunan wiped the drool trickling from her mouth with her sleeve as she looked at me standing directly before her.

“I haven’t slept much…. This is just the beginning….”

She shook her head slowly, saying she hadn’t slept a wink today.

“I didn’t come here to lecture you.”

I smiled faintly and took a seat beside Lunan.

“I’m going to sleep too.”

Like her, I folded my arms and gently closed my eyes.

“Eh…?”

Upon hearing those words, Lunan’s eyes snapped wide open as if sleep had been completely shattered from her consciousness.

“Sleep?”

Rarely, she even raised her voice.

“What?”
“D-did I just mishear that?”

Burren and Martha also dropped their jaws upon hearing my words.

“H-he’s lost it! I told you! The Young Lord lost his mind long ago!”

Crain shook his head vigorously, insisting this wasn’t Raon Zigheart.

“T-the strange thing is… Raon’s mind is remarkably serene…”

Dorian blinked his eyes as he confirmed that my thoughts and emotions were perfectly normal.
He blinked his eyes, saying that Raon’s head and emotions were extremely normal.

-Yes, you’ve truly gone mad!

Wrath’s tail trembled in exasperation.

-You’ve awakened and grown stronger, yet you won’t wield your sword and just sleep! Who in the world are you!

He flailed his hands about, insisting that another soul must have possessed me.

‘Now I understand. This isn’t the time to wield a sword.’

I nodded with a composure I’d never possessed before.

‘From now on, I’ll try living as a human.’

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