The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1162

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Chapter 1162

I unstrapped the Heavenly Sword and the Mok Ryun Sword from my waist—blades I’d carried as close as blood and flesh ever since I first succeeded at daytime meditation.

Holding these two swords, precious as life itself, I approached Dorian, who was watching me with cautious, sideways glances.

“Hold onto these for a while.”

I carefully lifted the Heavenly Sword and the Mok Ryun Sword and extended them toward Dorian.

“Huh…?”

Dorian’s eyes widened as he beheld the Heavenly Sword and the Mok Ryun Sword before him.

“W-why are you giving these to me?”

Rather than understanding, he trembled with fear, his jaw quivering.

“Surely it’s not because I cursed you out about supplies yesterday….”
“I’ve already forgotten about that.”

I shook my head calmly, as if I hadn’t even been thinking about it.

“Then why….”
“Because you’re the person I trust most to entrust my possessions to.”

I tilted my head as if questioning why he’d even ask something so obvious.

“Huh? Wow!”

Dorian’s face puffed up like well-baked bread as he let out a strange sound of emotion.

“Ah, yes! Of course! There’s no one better than me in that regard!”

He bowed his head, grateful that I recognized him.

“Right.”

I smiled faintly and handed the Heavenly Sword and the Mok Ryun Sword to Dorian, who had raised his arm.

“I have one more question—why are you putting down your sword?”

Dorian smacked his lips, curious about that point as well.

“For a while, I want to live as a person, not as a swordsman.”

I chuckled thinly, saying it wouldn’t take long.

“Ah….”

Dorian swallowed dryly and looked toward the platform. Glen was listening to our conversation right now but said nothing. It seemed to mean he would permit whatever I chose to do.

“Understood. I will guard the Heavenly Sword and the Mok Ryun Sword with my life!”

Dorian struck his chest firmly as if asking me to trust him, then placed the Heavenly Sword and the Mok Ryun Sword into his belt pouch.

“Good. I’m counting on you.”

I lightly patted Dorian’s shoulder and walked toward the exit of the Training Ground.

—Huh?

Wrath furrowed his brows, looking me over from every angle.

—You’re really leaving the Training Ground? A ghost obsessed with swords?

He dropped his jaw, asking if I’d truly lost my mind.

‘I wasn’t going to train anyway, even if I stayed here.’

I shook my head, saying there was no difference from yesterday.

—That may be true, but leaving this environment entirely is a different matter altogether!

Wrath sighed heavily, insisting it was completely different.

‘You’re right. It is quite different. But right now, I want to make this choice.’

I stood before the entrance of the Training Ground and turned to look back.

“Hmm….”
“D-did he really take a sword strike to the head?”
“Is he really our young master…?”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen continued their drills, their eyes widening in bewilderment.

“Raon! Bring back something delicious!”
“That’s right. Go outside and play with your friends for a bit!”

Sia and Sylvia waved their hands with delighted smiles, pleased that I was taking a break.

“….”
“But when will that martial arts manual come out…?”

Karun remained focused on his training without so much as glancing my way, while Valdemar furrowed his brow, recalling the martial arts manual he had promised.

“Mm!”

Finally, Glen simply gazed at me without uttering a word. His serene eyes gleamed softly, as if telling me to do as I pleased.

“I’ll be back shortly.”

I bowed to Glen before leaving the Family Head’s Training Ground.

The moment I stepped outside, warm sunlight poured down, though the sun had yet to reach its zenith.

It had been ages since I’d been anywhere other than the Training Ground at this hour.

“The sunlight feels wonderful.”

I changed out of my fine training attire into casual everyday clothes and made my way to the Bustling District of Zigheart.

‘There are so many people.’

Merchants conducting business, workers restocking goods, shoppers browsing, sightseers taking in the sights—countless individuals moved about, each pursuing their own purpose.

As I observed how so many lives continued their course even during the hours when I was always training, a peculiar warmth stirred in my chest.

-I really don’t understand.

Wrath shook his head in bewilderment, still unable to comprehend.

-It’s true that you’ve eased your mind and improved your condition, but did you really need to go this far? Hmm?

He murmured to himself before suddenly turning his gaze to the right.

-They’re selling chicken skewers over there! I had no idea since they don’t appear on weekdays!

Wrath gazed at the small stall selling chicken skewers, his mouth watering visibly.

-The, the aroma is absolutely exquisite….
‘Then shall we eat some?’
-Huh? Wh-what?

He opened his mouth wide as if he’d heard something completely unexpected.

-Really, truly?
‘Yes. Let’s get some pearl ice cream too and enjoy it together.’

I smiled faintly as I purchased the chicken skewers by flavor preference and bought a set of pearl ice cream as well, then sat down at the edge of the Fountain Square.

‘This is delicious. They pair together perfectly.’

I savored the salty and spicy chicken skewers, then enjoyed the sweet and refreshing pearl ice cream before patting my stomach contentedly.

‘How was yours?’

I nudged Wrath, who was floating blankly in midair, with my elbow.

-It, it was delicious. You’ve perfectly grasped the salty-sweet balance that the True Demon King taught me.

Wrath nodded somewhat awkwardly, saying it had been an excellent choice.

-But, is your head really alright?

Despite having enjoyed the meal thoroughly, his eyes rolled with genuine concern for me.

‘I’m perfectly fine.’

I chuckled and waved my hand.

‘I think I’m beginning to understand the pleasure of fine dining that you mentioned.’

I continued observing the people around me as I walked toward the Western End of the Market.

It was a path I’d never taken before, and I could hear the laughter of children and the murmur of casual conversation.

When I looked up to investigate, I discovered a small Park tucked away on one side of the street where children and Old Men could rest.

Children were chasing each other and playing, while Old Men exchanged various stories. Many people sat on benches taking their ease, so no one paid any attention to me.
There were many people sitting on benches resting, so no one paid any attention to him.

“This place is fine too.”

Raon sat down in an empty chair and leaned back. Blue-tinted leaves rustled above his head, and a cool breeze drifted gently by—it felt much more languid and pleasant than when he stayed at the Training Ground.

“That’s a relief.”

Raon didn’t push away the drowsiness blooming in his mind, but accepted it as it was. A moment later, a faint breath escaped from the corner of his lips.

Uh, well…

Wrath scratched his cheek while looking at Raon, who had fallen into an afternoon nap as if it were a familiar habit.

It’s good to search for a person’s life, but this is just…

You’re just a jobless bum who plays around and eats all day!

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“That guy Raon. He’s really not coming?”

Martha furrowed her brow as she gazed at the empty space in the center of the Training Ground where Raon always stood.

“That sword fanatic would jump out of bed in the middle of the night, yet this is the first time I’ve seen him take a week off.”

She exhaled in exasperation, never expecting Raon to stay away for this long.

“It’s not a week—it’s been ten days.”

Burren gazed up at the sky and released a weary sigh.

“Raon hasn’t come near this place for ten days.”

He too furrowed his brow, concern etched across his features.

“I can’t sleep because I’m worried….”

Lunan, despite claiming insomnia from worry about Raon, smoothed away the creases on his cheek left by prolonged sleep.

“What could he be doing somewhere…?”

She smacked her lips, thinking it was about time to go search for Raon.

“It feels like my swords are getting heavier and heavier….”

Dorian’s shoulders drooped as the sword pouch containing the Heavenly Sword and the Mok Ryun Sword felt increasingly burdensome.

“U-um, is our Lord really not losing his mind?”

Crain trembled at his fingertips, finding it even more frightening to leave things as they were without interference.

“What if it’s a demonic crisis or something….”
“Our nephew has already overcome the demonic crisis.”

Aris appeared like a flash of lightning and draped her arm across Crain’s shoulder.

“Ah, Lady Aris!”

Crain jumped back in surprise.

“Thank you for worrying about our nephew. Or are you two closer to him than I am?”

Aris raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she’d said something unnecessary.

“But you don’t need to worry about Raon. I just came back from checking on him, and he was playing happily by himself in the Bustling District.”

She smiled warmly, mentioning that he was even having friendly conversations with people.

“Really?”

Martha’s jaw dropped.

“That guy’s words are sharp the moment he opens his mouth, so it’s hard for ordinary people to get close to him.”

She blinked her eyes in disbelief at Aris’s words.

“Really? He was playing well with the children and even smiling at the old people.”

Aris waved her hand, saying he didn’t seem that way at all.

“Though Evelyn did cling to him and ask him on a date. His expression did get a bit wrinkled then.”

She chuckled, amused by what she’d witnessed.

“Did Evelyn really track him down there too?”

Burren sighed, saying he couldn’t keep up with her.

“Well, Raon seems to be doing fine, and there isn’t much time left in the training period, so let’s all work harder….”

It was just as he was telling Martha and Lunan to train more diligently.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Lunan and Martha were already rushing toward the exit of the Training Ground, their brows furrowed. The two of them moved swiftly out of the Training Ground, even employing footwork techniques as if they were serious.

“Hehe!”

Aris rubbed her hands together as if she’d anticipated this, her lips curling upward in amusement.

“Is there anyone else to tease?”

She snickered and moved on to find her next victim.

“Sigh…”

Burren watched her with a long exhale.

“Raon must have it rough.”

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Two months had passed, and Glen’s instructional training came to an end.

The swordsmen, transformed from their initial arrival at the Family Head’s Training Ground, stood lined up before the platform.

“Mm.”

Glen, seated upon the Jade Throne, nodded with satisfaction.

‘They’ve changed considerably.’

Thanks to their grueling efforts, nearly all the swordsmen standing here had advanced at least one rank.

Master-level practitioners had reached peak mastery, while Grand Master intermediates had ascended to advanced ranks—the transformation was unmistakable across the board.

‘Of course, strength alone doesn’t define their growth.’

During their time at the Family Head’s Training Ground, the swordsmen had engaged in countless duels with one another without respite, accumulating invaluable combat experience against formidable opponents. Their eyes and bearing had taken on an entirely different quality.

‘Especially those young ones have grown considerably.’

Glen’s gaze fell upon Sylvia, Sia, Burren, Martha, and Lunan Slion, gathered on the left side.

‘Their talents are distinctly different.’

Sylvia and Sia’s talent was indeed the finest in Zigheart, excluding Raon.
The two of them absorbed swordsmanship at an absurd pace, like a sponge soaking up water, and strengthened their martial prowess.

Burren, Martha, and Lunan, having been closest to Raon throughout, developed a fundamentally different perspective from the others.
With their eyes set higher, the mountain they climbed was different, and all three displayed impossible growth.
Among them, Lunan stood a step ahead, and it seemed that soon he might even touch transcendence itself.

Unfortunately, no new transcendents emerged from the highest tier of Grand Master, but several including Valdemar and Lunan seemed capable of breaking through the barrier if given the right opportunity.

‘But….’

Glen Zigheart furrowed his brow slightly as he gazed at the empty front seat.

‘He’s not coming again?’

Raon hadn’t appeared even on the final day of the Patriarch’s Hall training, nor did he show himself today during the dismissal ceremony.

‘I should visit him after the dismissal ceremony ends.’

No matter how much one erased their mental demons, giving this much extended freedom could actually be harmful. It seemed better to offer guidance now.

‘So he can’t resolve it alone after all.’

Glen Zigheart clicked his tongue inwardly with regret and shook his head.

“Now you will take a final test to demonstrate how much you have all grown.”

It was then that he was about to tell the swordsmen to step forward and display their achievements.

The door creaked open.

Raon entered, his once brilliant golden hair now dulled and murky.
Despite the clouded, ashen tone of his hair, his eyes gleamed with a vivid crimson light, even sharper than before.

“I apologize for being late.”

Raon bowed his head to Glen Zigheart while wearing tattered clothes, then took his place.

“Hmm….”

Glen swallowed hard as he observed me.

‘Raon has changed. Completely!’

The aura emanating from me had transformed entirely during our time apart.
The young prodigy who once radiated sharpness keener than anyone else now projected only a hazy, nebulous impression.

I appeared as innocent as a country youth unfamiliar with the sword, yet simultaneously resembled an indolent vagrant who had abandoned all ambition to idle away existence.

“Uh….”
“R-Raon, sir?”
“Is that really Raon?”
“What in the world is this….”

The other swordsmen seemed to sense the same transformation, their eyes fixed upon me, their bodies rigid with bewilderment.

“Hmm!”

Glen drew a deep breath and rose from the Jade Throne.

“As I said before, I have prepared a testing ground where each of you can directly demonstrate how much you have advanced as swordsmen over these two months. Come forward one by one and show me how much you have grown.”

He gazed down at me as though the order had already been determined.

“Raon Zigheart.”

Glen called out Raon’s name while putting strength into his fingertips.

“You go first.”

Ordinarily, it would have been proper to call me last, but his curiosity about my transformation was unbearable.

“Understood.”

I nodded with ease and approached Dorian.

“Will you return my sword?”
“Ah, y-yes!”

Dorian blinked blankly for a moment before urgently opening his spatial pouch and retrieving the Heavenly Sword and the Mok Ryun Sword that Raon had entrusted to him.

“Thank you.”

The moment Raon smiled and accepted the Heavenly Sword and the Mok Ryun Sword with both hands.

A sharp, cutting sound pierced the air.

The instant he grasped the blades, the swordsmen standing in the Training Ground felt an eerie sensation—as though razor-sharp edges were pressed against their throats.

[That man…]

The swordsmen’s eyes turned cold and vacant. As if their minds had synchronized, they all arrived at the same thought simultaneously.

[What kind of monster has he become this time!]

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