The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1165

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Chapter 1165

‘A Heart Sword?’

Raon swallowed hard as he watched Karun’s blade, its very existence erased from perception.

‘No, that’s….’

A formless sword.

An ancient martial art unfolded in Karun’s hands—one that obliterated the sword’s existence itself, rendering it invisible and imperceptible to all senses.

‘It’s been a while since I’ve seen that.’

The formless sword left no trace, erased all presence, allowing enemies to have their throats cut without ever sensing the blade’s existence. In truth, it was one of the pinnacle techniques of swordsmanship.

‘However….’

In the realm of supreme masters, that advantage inevitably weakened.

Transcendents—especially those of the highest tier—did not rely solely on their eyes to perceive their opponents.

They sensed enemy movements and intentions through will itself, transcending mere aura detection. Thus, the formless sword’s greatest advantage—invisibility—crumbled against such foes.

‘And it’s also blocked by the Heart Sword. In fact, it’s not an exaggeration to call it an inferior version of the Heart Sword.’

Darkan had possessed absolute confidence in the formless sword, yet after his defeat at Glen’s hands, he had gouged out his own eyes to step into the realm of the Heart Sword.

‘Karun couldn’t possibly be unaware of this.’

The intelligence network of the Central Intelligence Agency that Karun commanded was nearly equal to that of the Bi-Yeon Society. I couldn’t fathom why he would choose the formless sword, which was inferior to the Heart Sword.

‘What is he thinking?’

Raon exhaled sharply, focusing his gaze entirely on Karun.

Whoooosh!

Karun swung his hands as if grasping a sword, yet held nothing but empty air. His formless blade was not significantly different from what I had sensed from Darkan.

It seemed that if I merely extended my mind sword lightly in my current state, I could completely shatter Karun’s formless blade.

‘If this was the true nature of the sword energy he’d been concealing, I’d be disappointed.’

I clicked my tongue softly in regret.

“Hmm!”

Glen observed Karun calmly, then narrowed his eyes to slits.

-Oho!

Wrath’s eyes widened in fascination.

Whoooosh!

Karun’s sword transformed dramatically. His formless blade, which I had perceived vividly through my transcendent senses, vanished from my awareness in an instant.

‘It disappeared!’

Karun’s sword had truly become formless, slipping beyond my perception for a fleeting moment.

Crash!

Karun thrust his hand forward like a wild beast baring its fangs, as if grasping nothing at all. In that instant, a chilling sword energy unfolded and then subsided above the platform where Glen sat.

Snip!

A single strand of Glen’s golden hair fluttered like a fallen leaf and drifted to the ground.

“This… this is what I have come to understand.”

Karun’s face had turned ashen, and cold sweat poured down his cheeks as if he had pushed himself beyond his limits and sustained internal injuries. His legs trembled so violently that he could barely stand.

‘Still imperfect.’

I raised my eyebrows slightly.

‘The duration is far too short.’

The Formless Sword had vanished completely in such a brief moment that I could defend against it adequately.

But if that blade were to be perfected, it would undoubtedly become a threat to me as well.

“Karun. Why did you choose the Formless Sword?”

Glen, harboring the same question as Raon, narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Hah.”

Karun slowly steadied his breathing, then straightened his posture.

“Initially, I too wished to enter the realm of the Heart Sword, just as the Head of House did. In fact, I grasped a thread of understanding, however faint.”

He clenched his fists with trembling hands, recalling how overjoyed he had been at that time.

“But…”

Karun’s gaze turned toward Raon, who stood a step behind.

“By merely chasing from behind, I cannot overtake—nor even keep pace.”

Though he did not explicitly name whom he spoke of, everyone present understood that the one he could not surpass was Raon.

“So, through the subtle principles of the Heart Sword that I had barely grasped, I created a Formless Sword of a different method than before.”

Karun nodded as he gazed upon his own blade, which had regained its form.

“Honestly, I thought it impossible, but through training here that differed from what I had done before, I attained enlightenment.”

He explained that the Formless Sword before him was born from the ferocity he cultivated through sparring with the Sword Emperor and the War King, then drew a breath.

“You made a fine choice.”

Glen’s lips curved upward gently, delighted by his son’s growth, which he had only thought immature until now.

“That is the true Formless Sword.”

He nodded quietly, as if affirming that the path Karun had chosen was the right one.

“Pardon?”

Karun lifted his head, his eyes widening in surprise.

“What do you mean….”

His jaw trembled as he struggled to grasp the meaning.

“It means that the direction you’ve chosen is the true method of obtaining the Formless Sword. A true Formless Sword is a blade so colorless that even Transcendents cannot read its intent—a weapon beyond comprehension. The Formless Sword is not some inferior version of the Heart Sword; it is an entirely different path.”

Glen Zigheart offered a subtle smile, congratulating him on making such a wise choice.

“I’ll hand you a book related to it soon.”

He mentioned that he would visit the Central Intelligence Agency himself and lowered his hand.

“…Thank you.”

Karun bowed, his expression shifting with rare intensity. He remained in that posture for a long moment before straightening and returning to his original position.

“Hey! You’re getting stronger all by yourself—that’s not fair!”

Aris Zigheart linked her arm around Karun’s shoulder, protesting that he was moving ahead alone.

“Why didn’t you take me with you!”

She tapped his head lightly, insisting they grow stronger together.

“Brother! Teach me too! How do you use that Formless Sword?”

Valdemar also licked his lips eagerly, saying it looked too cool not to learn.

“Congratulations.”

I offered a slight bow to Karun, who stood beside me.

‘He was far more remarkable than I’d anticipated.’

Merely breathing made him stronger, and before days had even passed, he achieved awakening and transcended the Wall—a monster as a rival. Most would abandon the fight itself.

Honestly, had I been in Karun’s position, I might have thrown away the competition for the Head of House long ago and lived comfortably.

But Karun, to grow, had torn apart his original stubborn nature and spirit, and without surrendering until the very end, had carved his own path forward.

Now it seemed I could acknowledge and accept even if someone said he was more remarkable than me.

“It’s thanks to you.”

Karun turned his gaze toward me.

“Because you were before me, I was able to live desperately agonizing, researching, and striving.”

He lowered his head as if grateful that I had taken the position of Head of House first.

“Wouldn’t it have been better for me not to exist, for the sake of your goals, Karun?”

I knew Karun had changed, but I deliberately provoked him to hear what he would say.

“That’s true. But if that were the case, Zigheart would be far weaker than it is now. What I want is….”

Karun clenched his fist while gazing at the emblem of a burning sword carved upon the Jade Throne where Glen sat.

“For Zigheart to remain Zigheart. For that, I don’t need to become the Head of House.”

His final words carried a conviction so profound it sent chills down my spine.

—Hah!

Wrath let out a genuine exclamation of admiration.

—That white-eyed bastard actually looks cool!

He stood with his mouth agape, saying he was having all sorts of novel experiences since coming to the Human Realm.

“Of course, I have no intention of giving up whatsoever.”

Karun stated he would never surrender until the end, then lowered his gaze once more.

“Having come this far, I have no intention of giving up either.”

Raon said he shared the same sentiment and turned his gaze forward once more.

“Ah, he’s quite good at that kind of conversation….”

Valdemar nudged his head slightly toward Karun’s side and pouted his lips.

“My martial art still hasn’t arrived…?”

He muttered to himself and smacked his lips.

-Just create it for him already!

Wrath furrowed his brow, saying the lump was pitiful.

“….”

It seemed I would have to create a real martial art for him after all.

‘I’ll do it. Since I’m already doing this anyway….’

I organized the inspiration that came to me now and drew a thin smile.

‘I should create a path that allows him to ascend to transcendence.’

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After two months of continuous training, I returned to the Annex Building with Sylvia and Sia.

“Raon! How was I today?”

Sia waved her hand eagerly, curious about how much her abilities had developed.

“I’ve really changed so much, haven’t I? It seems like Mother won’t be able to keep up with me now.”

Sylvia praised Sia instead of Raon and even offered her applause.

“Yes. Just as Mother said, I could see how hard you’ve been working.”

Raon spoke of how well Sia had done during this time, observing her inner essence.

‘Her talent truly is different from everyone else’s.’

Sia had absorbed the talents of the Green-haired Queen itself and assimilated new martial techniques and the strengths of others without exception.

It was astonishing to witness with my own eyes, given that her talent had reached the level of a mid-tier Ring of Fire.

If Sia grew just a little more mentally, it seemed only a matter of time before she touched transcendence.

“Of course my little brother recognizes it!”

Sia lightly patted Raon’s back, saying this was why she loved her brother.

“You’ve worked hard too, Mother.”

After praising Sia, Raon gave a small bow to Sylvia.

“You must have been exhausted looking after my sister and conducting your own personal training. Thank you for enduring it all so well.”

Though not quite to Sia’s degree, Sylvia possessed talent that ranked among the finest in Zigheart’s history, and she had grown remarkably over these two months. She too seemed capable of transcending if given the opportunity.

However, Sylvia’s nature was inherently gentle and warm, with deep empathy for others’ suffering, so without a special catalyst, breaking through that barrier would be difficult.

“Hmm? No, it was fun.”

Aris drew a subtle smile, saying she had enjoyed training with others after such a long time.

“If anything, you’re the one who must have suffered.”

She massaged my shoulders, suggesting I must have been the one struggling.

“I’ll give you a massage too!”

Warm heat bloomed where Sia’s hands touched my back and where Sylvia’s fingers caressed my shoulders. It felt as though familial affection flowed through their touch.

‘Even this feels different.’

Perhaps because I’d decided to live as a person rather than a swordsman, the emotions conveyed by family seemed to resonate more deeply within me.

‘The truth is…’

I bit my lip slightly as I heard the laughter of Sylvia and Sia echoing from behind me.

‘I wish these two—no, everyone in the Annex Building—could live happily.’

That would be impossible, though.

Derus Robert had declared he would begin war from the trading city of Camelrun, but given his nature, he would undoubtedly target the depleted Zigheart and the main branches of the other Five Emperors.

I wished that Sylvia, Sia, and everyone in the Annex Building could live without witnessing the blood of others, but to survive and feel that familial bond, I had no choice but to train them harder.

‘Those two will certainly become formidable assets.’

I felt it again during this training period. If Sylvia and Sia, whom I considered outside the realm of combat strength, grew stronger, more of Zigheart’s people would survive. It was no exaggeration to call those two the guardian deities of Zigheart.

-Now that you’ve become human, you’re thinking about all sorts of things.

Wrath chuckled.

-Just focus on training! First, you need to survive—then you can worry about feeling familial bonds or not!

He scoffed, saying I was pondering strange things.

‘I know. I was just thinking.’

I smiled and shook my head.

“Since it’s been a while, should we stop by Grandfather’s place before heading back to the Annex Building?”

I raised my hand, suggesting we visit Pedrick’s Residence, the dwelling of the Saint of Nenma.

“I was thinking the same thing!”

Sia smiled brightly, saying she missed Grandfather too.

“That’s right. It’s been over a month since we last saw each other.”

Sylvia nodded, mentioning that she hadn’t seen Lectar except when she’d taken leave during training, and she was curious about him.

“We could even bring Father along and have dinner together….”

She was smiling as she gazed toward Pedrick’s Residence in the distance.

“Raon! Sylvia!”

A beautiful woman with a refreshing impression waved her hands vigorously from in front of Pedrick’s Residence.

“Ensia?”

Raon’s eyes widened as he recognized the waving figure as Ensia Yonan.

“Ensia is here… Could it be….”

His hands tensed as he recalled the request he’d made of her.

“Lectar’s artificial arm has been completed!”

Ensia announced that she had finished the artificial arm for Lectar that he’d requested before, her smile radiant.

“And it has new functions built in!”

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