The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 119

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Chapter 119

“What exactly are you…?”

I turned away from Radin, whose mind seemed half-gone, and spun around to face the new threat.

Kuwaaaang!

Five Sharkmoles burst from the ground as if they’d been waiting for this moment.

“Kiiieeeek!”

The nearest Sharkmole opened its maw wide, attempting to swallow me whole, and struck downward.

“Predictable.”

The Sharkmole’s attack was simple, yet fast and powerful—but with my senses fully awakened, it appeared sluggish to me.

I leaned my torso backward. The moment the Sharkmole’s head froze in mid-air, I drew a crescent arc with my blade.

Fukaaak!

The Sharkmole spewed crimson blood as it split diagonally in two.

“Grrrrgh…”
“Kiiieek!”

The remaining four Sharkmoles hesitated upon witnessing their fallen companion. They lowered their stances and extended their claws.

“Defense, then.”

I stomped across the frozen ground and advanced forward, swinging my blade to release a wave of killing intent.

“It won’t matter.”

I launched myself at the Sharkmoles. They struck simultaneously with their claws as if they’d been anticipating my charge.

‘I knew it would come to this.’

No matter how much it tried to defend, a monster ultimately moved on instinct. I had predicted it wouldn’t be able to resist and would strike first.

I evaded the Sharkmol’s attack with merely a subtle twist of my shoulder, then drew my blade.

Shhwaaack!

The blade, glowing a vivid crimson, tore the Sharkmol on my right clean in half.

“Screeeeee!”

Sensing danger, the remaining Sharkmols lunged from three directions simultaneously, baring their fangs and raking their claws.

Whoosh!

I redirected their attacks like water flowing around stones, merely shifting my ankle’s angle three times.

‘What is this?’

My senses had sharpened as if the range of my skin had expanded. I could feel everything as clearly as holding it in my palm—how the Sharkmols’ muscles moved, where their claws were aimed, the force concentrated in their jaws.

‘Is this Glaccia’s true power?’

A sensation as though my skin had become this very space itself. Glaccia’s real application wasn’t merely reconnaissance—it was amplifying my senses to their maximum during combat.

“Screeeeee!”
“Shrieeeek!”

I evaded the Sharkmols’ relentless onslaught by the thinnest margin, then thrust my blade forward. A crimson blossom bloomed on the blade’s edge, severing the creature’s windpipe.

Splurt!

When I pierced the fourth Sharkmol’s heart as it charged like a bull, the last remaining creature turned and fled back through the hole it had emerged from.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle!

With its fins raised, it began fleeing toward the Northern Sea.

“Where are you going?”

I set down my sword and drew the Soul Reaper Sword from my waist. Gripping the blade between my thumb and forefinger, I summoned demonic energy with intensity.

Closing my eyes, I opened the sensory ocean once more. The panicked breathing of the fleeing Sharkmole echoed in my ears.

I could almost see the creature’s frantic movements as it thrashed in terror. Predicting its direction and distance, I unleashed a secret sword technique from my past life.

Whoosh!

The Soul Reaper Sword traced a crimson line of demonic energy through the air, tearing across the earth and piercing straight through the Sharkmole’s head.

Scarlet blood erupted from the hole the Soul Reaper Sword had carved.

‘It’s over.’

I walked toward where the last Sharkmole had fallen and retrieved the Soul Reaper Sword.

Hummmmm!

The Soul Reaper Sword sang out as if asking whether it had done well.

‘Yes. You did well.’

I chuckled softly and wiped the blood from the blade.

-Well done? If you couldn’t manage that much, you’d be worthless as a dagger.

Wrath spoke bluntly, as if it were nothing remarkable.

Hum!

The Soul Reaper Sword trembled with what seemed like an amused laugh directed at Wrath.

-What did you say! Me, unable? How dare you, insignificant creature!

Wrath, interpreting the Soul Reaper Sword’s words, flared with indignation.

‘No. No, no.’

I calmed the vibrating Soul Reaper Sword and Wrath, who was exhaling frigid air.

‘Your help was significant when I killed the last Shackmol.’
-Hmm?
‘Glaceia, which you taught me. I sharpened my senses with it and then measured Shackmol’s location. Thanks to that, I was able to catch it for certain.’
-Ah….

Wrath grinned wickedly and looked down at the Soul Reaper Sword.

-Did you hear that? You lowly thing merely became this king’s arrow, nothing more.

He mocked the Soul Reaper Sword and conjured a circular aura of cold.

‘It’s certainly a remarkable ability, but it’s a bit difficult. If the distance had been a little farther, I wouldn’t have caught it.’
-No, it is not! Simply using what you learned today is already impressive. This king shall continue to teach you.

Whoooosh!

The Soul Reaper Sword burst forth with its blade aura once more—as if telling me to ignore Wrath’s words and that it would teach me the detailed usage of demonic energy.

-Ha! You insignificant creature, stay out of this. This king shall personally teach the true essence of Glaceia, so you need not worry! Demonic energy is nothing but sorcery.

Wrath chattered on, saying he would teach Sia other combat methods besides Glacial, and told her not to listen to what the Soul Reaper Sword said.

‘He completely forgot about the bet.’

After alternating between the whip and the carrot in the competition with the Soul Reaper Sword, Wrath had forgotten about the bet and declared that he would teach me the true essence of Glaceia.

I no longer knew what to call him—he’d gone beyond being a fool.

I chuckled softly and turned my body.

“Wh….”
“Wow….”
“Is, is this a dream?”
“He killed six Shackmol all by himself?”

The armed scouts who had emerged stood with their mouths agape, unaware that the crossbow bolts had fallen to the ground.

“Phew, I’m glad we didn’t have to fight.”

Only Dorian let out a sigh of relief and wiped his chest.

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Radin halted the reconnaissance the moment the sun rose. Normally, we should have continued for another two days, but he ordered our return after learning that Sharkmol had ventured beyond its territory and climbed into the Sturrin Mountains—a report that needed to be delivered immediately.

“What exactly are you? Or rather, who are you?”
“Have you fought Sharkmol before? You dodged every single attack.”
“I thought you hadn’t even learned aura!”
“Is that flower of flame blooming from your sword your aura?”

The scouts crowded around me, bombarding me with relentless questions. They were simply delighted that a new powerhouse had arrived at Habun Castle.

“Ahem. Please step back! To interrogate a warrior about their abilities is most discourteous. Most discourteous indeed!”

Dorian pushed up a pair of thick glasses that appeared from nowhere and shook his head.

“I cannot disclose personal details, but you can rest assured that our names are Raon and Dorian, and we are both members of the 3rd Scout Division.”
“Wow. I just got emotional.”
“Hearing that we’re all in the 3rd Scout Division made my heart flutter.”
“Mine too!”

The scouts laughed with a mixture of jest and sincerity.

“Hey, Captain! You should say something too!”
“Yeah. We all owe our lives to you.”
“Ah, is he sulking again?”

No matter how much the scouts chattered, Radin didn’t turn around. He simply continued walking toward Habun Castle.

I nodded as I watched Radin walk with his back straight.

‘There’s nothing for him to say.’

He couldn’t speak even if he wanted to—not after nearly putting everyone in danger by doubting what the recruit had said.

‘There’s nothing to be done about it.’

Something unprecedented had occurred in this place, and it was the recruit who had reported it. Even if Radin had been the one to speak, they wouldn’t have believed him either—so in some corner of his heart, he understood.

Click.

Radin’s endless walking finally ceased when he arrived before Habun Castle. He turned around and stood before Raon with quiet eyes.

“Hey, Captain! What are you doing!”
“Don’t do anything strange….”

As the scouts tried to stop him, Radin bent at the waist and lowered his head.

“Thank you. I’m alive because of you.”

Radin offered his gratitude in a trembling voice.

“And I’m sorry. I didn’t trust you, and it put you in danger. I won’t make excuses about experience or it being my first time. I can only say I’m sorry and grateful.”

He didn’t raise his head until he finished speaking. The tremor in his voice and shoulders made his sincerity unmistakable.

-I thought he was a fool, but he’s not quite that bad.
‘Right.’

It wasn’t easy for a veteran to admit fault to a recruit and ask for forgiveness. Radin’s trust among the scouts wasn’t undeserved.

“Anyone in that situation would have thought the same. It’s fine.”

Raon smiled faintly and helped Radin to his feet. His eyes widened with surprise as he looked up.

“Really?”
“Not many would believe the words of a new recruit spouting nonsense. I would have doubted too. I understand.”
“Huh….”

Radin stared at Raon with his mouth agape and vacant eyes.

“You’re not as strange as I thought.”
“Pardon?”
“An angel! You were an angel sent to save us!”

He muttered something unintelligible and clenched his fists.

“To commemorate meeting an angel and surviving, drinks are on me today! Everyone gather at Frost’s Branch!”
“Cheers!”
“Really?”
“What’s gotten into that cheapskate?”
“Let’s drink until we can’t see straight tonight!”

The scouts rushed toward Habun Castle, their voices ringing out.

“Wow….”

Dorian approached from the side and shook his head.

“Those people are really quite peculiar, aren’t they?”

In his hand was a yellow apple found only in the Southern Region.

“Please have one too, young master.”

He offered the apple while mentioning that fruit eaten during the day was good for the body.

I accepted the apple and sighed.

‘You’re the strangest one of all….’

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After unpacking my belongings in the Dormitory and taking a moment to catch my breath, I headed toward the tavern called Frost’s Branch where the scouts had arranged to meet.

-A tavern at the end of the Continent? How romantic. I wonder what delicacies await me.
‘The conditions here are rather poor. Don’t expect much in terms of taste.’

The tavern in this place was most likely built to help soldiers relieve their stress. Expecting fine cuisine would only lead to disappointment.

-Who knows? Perhaps I’ll encounter a novel sensation, like mint chocolate.
‘Ah, that’s a bit… hmm?’

As I frowned and headed toward the tavern, I felt the weight of countless gazes upon me.

“Is that him? The new recruit who killed six Sharkmolls alone?”
“The aura he gives off doesn’t seem that strong, though?”
“His eyes look ordinary too.”
“Still, I’d like to test myself against him.”
“What swordsmanship does he use?”

Eyes filled with astonishment, curiosity, and the desire to assess me followed my back. From the whispers that trailed behind, I could discern what had transpired.

‘The rumors have already spread.’

It was clear that the scouts had been spreading word everywhere about the new recruit who had single-handedly defeated six Sharkmolls.

“Your reputation travels fast wherever you go, doesn’t it?”
“Indeed it does.”

I chuckled softly. Observing the gazes around me and the situation unfolding, it seemed something entertaining would happen soon.

“This must be it.”

Dorian pointed to a dilapidated building near the entrance of Habun Castle. A weathered sign hung at an angle, reading “Frost’s Branch.”

Upon opening the door and stepping inside, I saw soldiers from the 3rd Scout Division standing atop a central table.

“It was so damn cool! After asking me to trust my sword, he turned around and cleaved a Sharkmoil in a single strike—the crimson blade seemed to split the night sky itself!”

The scout pressed a mug of beer to his parched lips and continued his tale.

“At the end, he threw a dagger and even crushed the skull of a fleeing Sharkmoil. I’ve trained in dagger techniques myself, but I’ve never seen such power and precision. And furthermore… wait! He’s here! The new recruit who saved our lives has arrived!”

When he pointed at Raon standing by the entrance, every eye in the tavern turned toward me.

“He’s that young?”
“Is he really the one?”
“That kid took down six Shark Moles?”
“Heh….”
“It’s true! Don’t let his appearance fool you—he’s incredibly strong!”

I exhaled a long breath and walked toward the central table.

“What are you doing?”
“We were just spreading word of our junior’s remarkable exploits.”
“When you survive a mission, you’re supposed to share the story. That’s how everyone learns to survive the next one.”

The scout sitting there chuckled and patted my shoulder.

“Sit down. Come on.”

He pointed to the seat right beside him.

“We know you’ll be transferred soon anyway. We just wanted to brag about our talented junior before you go. Don’t take it to heart.”
“Yeah. You’ll probably get reassigned to another unit soon.”
“Let us have our moment bragging about such a capable junior.”

The scouts looked at Raon and Dorian with expressions of mild regret.

“We can talk about this later. Let’s eat first. The captain will be here soon anyway.”
“Yes.”
“Innkeeper! Bring out all the food we ordered!”

The dishes came out immediately, as if they’d been prepared in advance. Steaming stew, roasted whole pork, pizza, and fried chicken covered the table.

‘This looks surprisingly appetizing.’
-The setting gives food its own flavor. Try it quickly. I’m drawn to that pizza myself.
‘Right.’

Just as I was about to taste the stew, ignoring Wrath’s comment—

The tavern door burst open with a bang, and people wearing leather armor emblazoned with a gray wolf poured inside.

They didn’t even glance at the empty seats, approaching the table in the center instead.

“Are you Raon?”

The Large Swordsman, his hair standing on end, stopped before Raon.

“I am.”
“I heard you slew six Sharkmouls alone. I’d like to test your blade.”

Clear fighting spirit burned in his yellow eyes. It wasn’t the gaze of someone admiring a young swordsman—it was the aura of one facing a worthy opponent.

‘There are always those like this on the battlefield.’

Demons of war who sought combat for its own sake, needing neither coin nor honor nor conviction. That feverish glint in his eyes made it certain. They were here for battle alone.

“What are you doing! To a recruit who just returned!”
“Back off! This isn’t your place to—”
“It’s fine.”

I shook my head at the senior scouts trying to stop me and rose to my feet.

-Even Cerberus doesn’t get touched during meals. These vermin dare—!
‘A perfect opportunity.’

To perfect the Radiant Sword Technique, I needed to endure countless battles. If humans came at me instead of monsters, I could only be grateful.

Raon smiled coldly and tapped my scabbard.

“My blade is rather vicious. Will that suit you?”
“The more vicious, the better.”

Where red eyes and yellow eyes met in the empty space between us, blue flames shrieked with malice.

-Just take one bite of pizza first. Please….

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