The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1195

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Chapter 1195

Bekmang Mountain’s peak hung beneath the brilliant morning sunlight.

“Ughhhhhh….”
“Ahhhhh!”
“K-kill me. No, please save me….”
“Please, just stop….”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall lay sprawled like wrung-out rags, their pleas for mercy replaced by groans and screams.

“Huff! Huff! Huff!”

Burren lay flat on his back, gasping for breath as if he couldn’t muster the strength to speak.

“That… that insane bastard….”

Martha was too exhausted to move, managing only to twitch her lips.

“Zzzzz….”

Lunan was forcibly sleeping to recover his depleted stamina and aura, and judging by how exhausted he was, he was even snoring—unusual for him.

Tap.

I brushed the blood and dust from the Heavenly Sword. My face was fresh as if I’d just bathed, yet I surveyed the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen who had completely run out of strength.

“Eeeek!”
“Ughhhh….”
“Really, just stop!”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen, tormented throughout the night, shrieked in terror and scrambled backward the moment they saw me draw my sword from its sheath.

“Are you really trying to kill all of us….”

Dogyae furrowed his brow in exasperation, shaking his head as he recounted how he’d nearly died when his stamina gave out midway through the training.

“That’s not the case.”

I smiled faintly and fastened the Heavenly Sword’s scabbard to my waist.

“I was simply playing around a bit.”

I waved my finger, explaining that it was nothing more than a casual game of tag rather than actual training.

“T-tag? If that’s play, then children would all be dead before they even grew up!”

Dogyae ground his teeth, unable to fathom how such training could be considered a game.

“If we had conducted the concentration enhancement training properly, we would need to go through a 3-night, 4-day program.”

I shook my head, saying the duration was too short.

“Of course, since I compressed the training, it was quite intense in terms of difficulty. However….”

I gazed at the Eastern Mountain where golden sunlight scattered in fragments, my lips trembling slightly.

“Enduring this much is necessary if we’re to overcome the battles ahead.”

I nodded with conviction, speaking loudly enough for not just Dogyae but all the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen to hear.

“I agree with that, but we still have time before the war. Moving too hastily could actually create problems.”

Dogyae narrowed his brow slightly, saying that while growth was good, it was better to maintain some composure for now.

“Dogyae is absolutely right!”

Crain lifted his head, wiping blood and sweat from his forehead.

“We need rest too!”

He pouted, saying that training so excessively could damage our bodies.

“Right?”

Crain nudged Dorian beside him with his elbow, seeking agreement.

“Me, me?”

Dorian’s jaw trembled, startled by the sudden attention.

“Me, I’m fine! I’m good with this!”

He shook his head vigorously, intimidated by my cold gaze.

“Me, I didn’t do so badly either, did I?”
“R-right. Sometimes training like this is necessary!”
“Yeah. At least we didn’t die!”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen, realizing that agreeing with Crain’s words could cost them their lives, turned away and refused to acknowledge his statement.

“So it seems the only one complaining is Crain?”

I stepped forward before Crain, drawing a thin smile.

“Ah….”

Crain saw my shadow again—the one that had filled him with terror all night—and his lips drained of color.

“S-sorry… huh?”

He blinked as he began to clasp his hands together like a fly to beg my forgiveness.

“Honestly, it’ll be tough. You completed three days and four nights of training all in one night.”

Instead of crushing Crain’s head with my sword hilt, I patted his shoulder with my hand.

“But I hope you all endure.”

I exhaled shortly, apologizing but telling them that the training ahead would be even more grueling.

“Pardon? What do you mean….”

Crain’s eyes widened in shock at my sudden shift in tone.

“War appears to be breaking out sooner than scheduled.”

I recalled Derus Robert’s irritating face and bit my lip thinly.

“Something’s happened, it seems.”

Burren nodded, finally understanding the reason for the intense training.

“If that’s the case, then training like this today is the right call.”

Martha also clenched her fists, affirming that if circumstances had changed, rigorous training was necessary.

“I… can endure….”

Lunan murmured that she could do it while her eyes drooped with drowsiness. As if expressing her resolve, white frost flowers bloomed from the ground beneath her.

“W-well, I have no choice! I’ll do my best too!”

Dorian clenched his lips, declaring he would give his all in training.

“You should have told us sooner!”

Crain raised his hand as if to say there was nothing to worry about.

“Just trust this Crain… huh?”

He laughed, urging them to believe in him, but then his jaw trembled.

“Um….”

Crain pointed to his own shoulder, which I was gripping, his voice shaking.

“A-aren’t you hurting me?”

He blinked, saying his shoulder—the one I was squeezing with my hand—was in pain.

“So the situation is that important, yet our Crain was quite dissatisfied.”

I dredged up what Crain had complained about just moments ago, drawing a cold smile.

“N-no. That’s already in the past, isn’t it?”

Crain exhaled in disbelief, shaking his head.

“Move past it? I’ve merely set it aside for now.”

I tightened my grip on Crain’s shoulder, my smile turning sinister.

“There’s only one way to resolve dissatisfaction. Greater violence.”

I suggested we conduct a private training session together, then drew the scabbard of the Heavenly Sword once more.

“Aaaaaaaagh! Cough!”

Crain screamed and fled, but the Heavenly Sword’s scabbard extended as if alive, striking the back of his head.

“Uuuugh….”
“Huff!”
“Insane….”

All the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall held their breath as they watched Crain collapse, unconscious and drooling. They squeezed their eyes shut as if swearing they would never defy me.

-What kind of human is this….

Wrath exhaled in exasperation.

-Even the Demon Realm doesn’t have anyone whose mind is this broken! Someone take this monster away!

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After finishing my training with the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall, I returned to the Annex Building.

Glen stood before the Annex Lake with his hands clasped behind his back, waiting for me after finishing his morning meal.

“You’ve arrived.”

He greeted me warmly with a faint smile, as if he truly lived in the Annex Building.

“The children of Gwangpung Hall seem to be growing quite well.”

Glen nodded calmly, as if he already knew where I had been and what I had done.

“Yes. Though I’m still a bit short on strength.”

I said the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen needed a bit more growth and rotated my wrist.

“Hmm, can you do it right now?”

Glen tilted his chin sideways, as if to say we could spar after a brief rest.

“It’s fine. I haven’t even warmed up yet.”

I said I could start immediately and drew the Heavenly Sword.
Though I’d spent the night training the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen, my stamina didn’t fall short even to the Demon Lords, so I felt no fatigue whatsoever.

“Good.”

Glen smiled, pleased with my confidence, and lifted the branch.

“Huu….”

I exhaled steadily, watching Glen’s branch rise slowly.

‘I really want to break it.’

Since we’d begun sparring, I’d never even scratched that branch, so the desire to shatter it completely had risen to my throat. Even if I exhausted all my power and couldn’t move for a while afterward, I desperately wanted to break that branch.

“I begin.”

Glen tilted his chin as if to say “try to block,” then slowly thrust the branch forward.

Whirrrrrrr!

The moment Glen moved his wrist, I resonated the rings of fire, rotating the nine rings and beginning to forge the new ring.

‘What’s this?’

The movement of the flames I’d summoned to create the tenth ring was faster than usual and more fluid. The new ring was already half-complete in far less time than expected.

‘This feels good.’

As I connected the rings, I read the subtle sword techniques embedded within Glen Zigheart’s branch.

‘Blunt sword, wondrous sword, severing sword, slashing sword, heavy sword.’

Perhaps because the rings moved so vibrantly, the mysterious flow of Glen Zigheart’s swordplay became far faster and more precise than usual to perceive.

‘But it’s still not enough….’

Knowing that Glen Zigheart’s swordplay always concealed hidden martial mysteries, I refused to let my guard down and heightened my concentration even further.

Roooooooar!

Through concentration further strengthened by the 【Mirror of Clear Water】 trait, I felt the sword technique mysteries embedded at the very tip of the branch Glen Zigheart extended.

‘Just a bit more observation and… damn!’

But time was still insufficient.

The tenth ring of fire had grown half a span more than usual, yet it remained inadequate to fully comprehend Glen Zigheart’s swordplay. His branch had already reached my throat.

‘I don’t know it completely, but I’ll still block it!’

I created a new technique to counter Glen Zigheart’s swordplay and added the mysteries of the true sword within it.

Crash!

But the sword technique mysteries Glen Zigheart had concealed were not erased by the true sword. Instead, they pushed through, knocked away the Heavenly Sword, and pierced my throat.

“Cough!”

I grasped my throat where the branch had struck and collapsed in place, breathing heavily.

-Hmph! So this is what happens when you torment the children all night!

Wrath finally felt satisfied and snorted derisively.

-Though it does seem a bit excessive….

He glanced slightly at Glen Zigheart, who had mercilessly pierced his grandson. He continued to ponder, but his heart was too tender for a Demon King.

“Hmm.”

Glen Zigheart lowered the slightly trembling branch and approached me.

“Did you gain any enlightenment?”

He narrowed his eyes, noting that I seemed to have grown once more in a single night.

“No enlightenment. What changed was….”

I rose to my feet and tapped my chest with the fist gripping my sword.

“My heart and my will.”

I nodded, explaining that my resolve had hardened with the anticipation of being able to pierce Derus Robert before the war.

“So that’s what it is.”

Glen Zigheart nodded calmly, as if he had already heard the story from Chad.

“It’s good to sharpen your fighting spirit, but don’t be hasty. You could fall into his trap if you’re not careful.”

He cautioned me and gently swayed the branch.

“Of course. That’s why I’m crossing even stone bridges after tapping them more than ten times.”

I smiled faintly, mentioning that I had also asked Evelyn to keep watch over that aspect.

“Good. If that’s how you are, then so it shall be.”

Glen Zigheart placed his hands behind his back, showing complete trust in me and saying nothing more.

“Sylvia set aside some food for you. Go eat and rest.”

With those words, he walked toward the Main Mansion instead of the Annex Building.

“Are you going to the Main Mansion?”

I blinked, watching Glen Zigheart’s back as he departed.

“I should visit home once in a while.”

Glen Zigheart said that if you don’t hear from a place often enough, dust accumulates, then waved his hand behind him.

-So that old geezer is finally getting to work.

Wrath furrowed his brow, remarking that Glen had been idling far too much for someone who should be acting as the Head of House.

‘No, Grandfather worked every day.’

I shook my head slowly.

‘Sheryl, Roen, and Chad visited him every night.’

I explained that those three came because of the Head of House’s duties, then flicked my fingers.

-Hmm? Then why is that old man going to the Main Mansion?

Wrath shook his head, unable to understand.

‘It seems to be for my sake.’

I watched Glen’s retreating figure and slowly closed my eyes, then opened them again.

-For your sake?
‘He’s probably going to compile the information we obtained through Evelyn, the Bi-Yeon Society, and the Black Market this time, and formulate a plan for the Zigheart side.’

After hearing Chad’s story, it was clear that Glen intended to establish a family-level plan to support me.

“Grandfather! Have a safe trip!”

Feeling Glen’s affection directed toward me, I called out to him in a comfortable voice instead of offering a formal greeting.

“Ah….”

Glen stopped in his tracks toward the Main Mansion and turned around blankly. He simply stared at me for a long moment, as if startled by my words.

“Yes. I’ll be back!”

Glen walked back toward the Main Mansion, his face adorned with a warmth I’d never seen from him before.

-Why is that old man acting so strange?

Wrath’s eyes narrowed as he observed Glen’s peculiar behavior.

‘When someone says “go and come back,” it’s usually something you say at home.’

I pointed toward the Annex Building, where laughter bloomed like flowers.

‘It’s his way of acknowledging us as family of the Annex. He seems pleased.’

I smiled faintly, recalling how Glen’s crimson eyes had widened in that moment.

‘You’re being unusually insensitive today.’

I shrugged, saying that I seemed to be becoming more human now.

-Ha! Don’t spout nonsense!

Wrath shook his head vigorously.

-The True Demon King simply doesn’t concern myself with trivial matters!

He furrowed his brow, irritated by the implication that he lacked humanity compared to me. I couldn’t quite understand why a Demon Lord would want to be more human.

‘I should visit the 5th Training Ground more often.’

I sheathed the Heavenly Sword and licked my lips.

‘Adding variety to my training isn’t a bad idea.’

I was about to head toward the Annex Building, thinking of how the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen would be shocked if they heard such words.

Whoooooosh!

A tremendous aura erupted from the peak of Bekmang Mountain, which rose behind the Annex Building.

Roooooar!

Raon’s eyes widened as he gazed upon the sword that stretched skyward from the peak, piercing the heavens themselves.

“That is….”

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