The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1163

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Chapter 1163

I grasped the Heavenly Sword and the Wooden Wheel Sword that Dorian offered, my eyes closing slowly.

Whoooosh!

Time froze, and the world solidified. In this moment, it felt as though only I and these two blades existed.

‘Blades…’

When I entrusted the Heavenly Sword and Wooden Wheel Sword to Dorian and left the Training Ground, I hadn’t allowed myself to dwell on thoughts of blades and training.

Rather, even when such thoughts arose, I forcibly suppressed them deep within my heart. If I recalled the blade after leaving, there would be no point in abandoning my training.

At first, no matter what I did, I couldn’t escape thoughts of the blade and training.

Even while eating delicious meals, observing people, or playing with children, the blade always drifted somewhere in the depths of my mind.

Thinking that working would be better than simply idling and eating, I dyed my hair and eyes black, dirtied my skin, and took a job at the largest general store in Zigheart.

Within days, I had grown close to my coworkers and engaged in casual conversation with them, and I quickly became familiar with customers. The knowledge of logistics that Dorian had taught me proved invaluable.

After adapting to work at the general store, time began to pass remarkably quickly.

From morning until afternoon, I organized inventory at the general store, and in the evenings, I wandered aimlessly, passing the time like someone without purpose.

As I continued this peculiar yet ordinary existence, the blades and sword techniques that had flowed through my mind gradually faded like mist.

After ten days of working at the general store, for the first time, other thoughts came to mind before thoughts of the blade.

What food should I prepare with Wrath today, and how should I transform it?

What interesting stories should I tell the children who visited the park?

Heavy shipments would arrive at the general store tomorrow—should I come in a bit earlier?

As I researched ways to make delicious food taste even better with Wrath, and napped in the park listening to the children’s laughter, thoughts of blades and sword techniques no longer surfaced at all.

The breathing technique I had spent a lifetime perfecting came to a halt, and my mind was seized by a rather absurd thought—wondering what I would do and play tomorrow, like a child.

‘Isn’t this dangerous?’

Fear gripped me. Alarms of foreboding rang out incessantly in my mind.

The anxiety crept in that my mastery of the sword, built up until now, might crumble, and my revenge could fail.

Yet I had to continue forward.

I had already begun walking a new path, and the road back had collapsed long ago.

Fortunately, because my lifelong friend was by my side, I was able to ease my fear, even if only a little.

-Pork and tomato pair so well together, don’t they?

-Wrapping fried fish with chicory instead of basil might not be bad, wouldn’t you say?

-Mint chocolate ice cream is the finest of foods. Don’t you dare discard it!

-If we made beef into juice, couldn’t we eat it even while sleeping?

-Dipping it in sauce versus dipping it? The True Demon King simply prefers to devour it! Now move that fork!

-Swords? Speaking of swords reminds me—I’m craving some long silver scabbardfish. You say it’s tasteless? That’s because you haven’t been to a good establishment!

-The True Demon King is still hungry!

Most of it was talk about food. Actually, all of it was talk about food, but having him beside me helped in his own way. Probably.

Playing and eating with the glutton, working, and building camaraderie with the residents of Zigheart whose faces I had never known—gradually, I became more immersed in this current life.

From that point on, the thoughts about swords that I had forcibly suppressed naturally ebbed away like the receding tide.

Now I no longer needed to deliberately avoid thinking about swords. As I spent each day earnestly, my past as a swordsman grew hazy like a dream.

The fear of forgetting swords, swordsmanship, and revenge vanished. I simply devoted myself to my present life.

And so, the moment I forgot about swords and fear alike.

A new sword emerged within me.

A sword of the heart, a sword of the soul.

The form of my Heart Sword, forged from my very spirit, became clear enough to grasp in my hand.

I had believed I’d already solidified the foundation of my Heart Sword. I thought that if I continued growing this way, I could complete an invincible Heart Sword like Glen’s.

But I was wrong.

Just as Darkan had wasted away with his clumsy beggar’s existence, I too had been squandering my time.

I had lived as a swordsman, but I had never truly lived as a human being.

Since I possessed only anger among all human emotions, it was natural that the sword I’d forged from my spirit remained crude.

But for a brief time, I lived as an ordinary person, laughing and finding happiness in trivial conversations, and I felt irritation toward the arrogant son of the General Store owner.

Watching an elderly couple holding hands tightly despite being past sixty, I dreamed of marriage.

Seeing children with sparkling eyes listening to countless stories, I felt the desire to have children of my own.

Only then did I understand.

That I was not an incarnation of vengeance bound by anger alone.

I was not a sword—I was human.

An awakening without enlightenment, without transcendence.

Yet I felt myself transformed more profoundly than ever before.

As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw the Heavenly Sword resonating with joy.

The farther one distances themselves from the sword, the closer the heart becomes.

A sword is not a tool of enlightenment, but an instrument of death. What truly mattered was my heart.

I lifted my gaze to look upon Glen standing upon the Platform.

Even as he trusted me, worry continued to gnaw at him—dark circles shadowed the corners of his eyes.

‘I should show Grandfather as well.’

What I had gained and brought back after two months.

I drew the Heavenly Sword from its sheath. Once again, I felt it—this blade possessed no will of its own.

What mattered was the heart of a human being.

Like a seed that had sprouted through winter, I lifted the Heavenly Sword wrapped in a small yet vivid resolve.

A single sword stroke drawn in silence.

The downward slash I had repeated countless times since first grasping the blade fell now, cloaked in human heart.

The moment the sword’s point, which had touched the sky, tilted toward the earth.

Everyone standing in the Training Ground collapsed with a chilling sensation—as if their hearts had been cleaved in two.

The thin, delicate blade of the heart had now been honed to such sharpness that it could kill an enemy through will alone.

“Ugh….”
“This… is swordsmanship?”
“I can’t breathe….”

Swordsmen with weaker constitutions couldn’t even withstand the manifestation of the heart sword, foam beginning to form at their lips.

Ironically, by becoming human, I had obtained a blade capable of cutting humans.

Sheathed with a whisper.

I sheathed not the Heavenly Sword, but the blade of my heart.

“This is….”

Feeling the astonished gazes of the swordsmen upon my back, I bowed my head to Glen.

“It is the sword I have come to understand.”

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“M-my heart is still attached, right?”

Crain gasped for breath, clutching his chest as if something cold had just passed through it.

“I felt like my neck was severed….”

Dorian trembled with both hands, saying it felt as though his neck had been torn away, not his heart.

“A h-heart sword technique? It’s completely different from what we experienced before?”

Burren Zigheart furrowed his brow, recalling Raon’s heart sword technique from the 5th Training Ground.

“Even though it wasn’t directed at me, it was far more chilling than back then.”

He deepened his scowl as if he didn’t even want to recall it again.

“Is this truly a heart sword technique!”

Martha laughed with bared teeth, running both hands along her neck.

“True swordsmanship truly has no end! It’s absolutely insane!”

Yet her grip on her sword tightened with a sharp creak, as if she still wished to walk this path.

“Huu….”

Lunan Slion exhaled a breath laden with frost, her eyes unusually wide open.

“It felt… sorrowful….”

She bit her lip slightly, as if she had felt not only Raon’s sword, but his very emotions.

“Ahahahahaha!”

Aris grabbed my shoulder and shook her head with a laugh.

“See? Our nephew doesn’t need worrying about! Though I never expected him to change this much!”

She chuckled, noting that I never failed to exceed expectations.

“It’s certainly impressive, but…”

Valdemar placed a hand over his chest, which had felt an ominous chill, and furrowed his brow.

“When are you going to create my martial arts manual?”

He sniffled, lamenting that I seemed to be drifting further and further away.

“What do you make of it?”

The Sword Emperor nudged the War King with her elbow.

“I thought I’d caught up to my lord thanks to training here, but it seems the gap has only widened, doesn’t it?”

She let out a hollow laugh, as if she hadn’t anticipated this outcome.

“It was already over the moment my lord grasped the sword.”

The War King shook his head calmly.

“Now it’s impossible to catch up.”

He drew a faint smile with cold eyes, acknowledging that the distance between him and me had grown even wider.

“….”

Karun said nothing, quietly observing me standing beside him.

“I see. So you’re that type after all.”

Even though he felt Raon’s changes most closely, he let out a solemn laugh without showing any sign of boredom.

“There’s still room to work with.”

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Glen Zigheart felt the depth of Raon’s sword and swallowed hard.

‘This can’t be….’

He had reached that level entirely on his own?

The Raon at the Training Ground had been trapped within an eggshell, unable to break free.

With his feet planted in the depths of the Heart Demon, no amount of struggle from within could have allowed him to escape.

Fortunately, with help from those around him, he had overcome the Heart Demon, but his enlightenment had been shallow—far too shallow to advance to the next realm.

‘That’s why I didn’t guide him.’

I had intended to give him free time to ease his mind, planning to offer separate counsel later. I never imagined he would return having achieved enlightenment entirely on his own.

‘This is no shallow enlightenment.’

Raon hadn’t merely cracked the shell—he had shattered the egg entirely and emerged from it. One could say the person himself had been fundamentally transformed.

‘Especially the change in his emotions.’

Raon had always possessed shallow emotions and carried a dark atmosphere about him. I didn’t know the exact reason, but I could sense a fierce desire for vengeance toward Derus Robert.

Yet now my grandson wore a smile more innocent and beautiful than any youth his age. And it wasn’t false—he was genuinely happy.

‘I thought it would take at least a year, no matter how well things went.’

The Raon who had trained fiercely at the Training Ground resembled my past self perfectly—a man who pursued only power.

The days when I punished those who defied me, focused solely on my strength, distancing myself from not just the clan but even my own family.

Those times when I pushed away even my own children to concentrate on power were my greatest sin and darkest hour.

‘That child is the one who freed me from this.’

I didn’t even have the chance to offer my help.

I had wanted to share the enlightenment I’d gained—how I came to cherish family and overcame the Demon’s Mark—with Raon. Yet that child had transcended that barrier through his own strength alone.

‘I can scarcely believe what I’m witnessing. How much faster is he than me?’

The gap between us was immeasurable—an expanse of time that defied calculation. Raon had now ascended to a realm that transcended even the words “genius” or “Monster.”

I could no longer diminish his level with my petty desire to witness his growth unfold before my eyes.

“Extraordinary.”

Glen Zigheart brought his hands to his chest and offered Raon a bow of applause.

“I never imagined you could achieve such growth entirely on your own. As you are now….”

He gazed at Raon standing calmly before him, a smile of genuine pride crossing his face.

“You would be worthy of being called an Absolute.”

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