The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1237

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Chapter 1237

“What…?”

Lunan tilted her head, unable to comprehend.

“A sparring match…?”

She blinked, racking her mind but finding no reason for a sparring match.

“You’re hiding something from us, aren’t you?”

Martha spoke with the certainty of one who already knew, jutting her chin forward.

“Besides, there’s no point asking—you won’t tell us anyway. Let’s have a conversation with our bodies instead.”

She clenched and unclenched her fists, eager for a sparring match after so long.

“….”

Lunan remained silent, her lips pressed together slightly,
confirming Martha’s suspicion that she was indeed hiding something.

“Martha!”

Burren stepped between Martha and Lunan, shaking his head.

“What are you suddenly doing?”

He swallowed hard, equally baffled by the sudden proposal for a sparring match.

“This silent brat needs to be beaten into submission with fists.”

Martha placed her hand on her sword, insisting that sparring was the only way to understand Lunan now.

“But Raon isn’t even here.”
“I understand….”

Lunan came to stand beside Burren, who was blocking the path.

“Let’s begin….”

She nodded, indicating she was ready to start the match.

“I thought you’d become an idiot, but you can still understand words!”

Martha drew her sword, observing the shadows that darkened Lunan’s face.

“The idiot… has always been you….”

Lunan exhaled a sigh and lifted Seolhwa.

“Hey. There’s no point in trying to stop this, so just be the judge.”

Martha tapped Burren’s shoulder and stepped forward to face Lunan.

“Ugh!”

Burren looked between Martha and Lunan in turn, then clutched his head as if dizzy.

“What is this about….”

He muttered under his breath that these women truly defied understanding, his brow furrowing.

“If things get too intense, I’ll stop it. Keep it reasonable.”

Burren clicked his tongue and raised his hand.

“Begin!”

He called out the start and immediately stepped back. It was a precaution born from experience—he always expected Martha to charge forward immediately.
It was a movement made out of concern that he would charge forward.

“….”

Yet contrary to Burren’s expectations, Martha did not rush at Lunan. Instead, she moved slowly, her footwork deliberate and probing.

“Hmm….”

Lunan Slion also seemed startled by Martha’s transformation, raising his eyebrows slightly.

“You’re surprised, I see.”

Martha laughed as if she’d expected this reaction.

“I’ve learned many things. I can’t always charge in like a wild boar.”

After declaring she wouldn’t charge in recklessly, she immediately circled to Lunan Slion’s right side.

Whoooosh!

Martha gritted her teeth and brought her sword—imbued with the power of the earth—crashing down toward Lunan Slion’s head. The terrifying force channeled through her blade caused the ground itself to shudder violently.

Shhhhh.

Despite the shock of Martha’s sudden assault, Lunan Slion remained composed, shifting his footwork gracefully as he raised Seolhwa to meet the attack. Her blade, wreathed in ethereal blue frost, intercepted Martha’s devastating slash.

Claaaang!

The collision of their blades sent a shockwave and thunderous boom across the entire 5th Training Ground.

Yet the power of these two Grand Masters was far from equal.

Screeeech!

Martha, who had always struck first and led in raw power, was being pushed back by Lunan Slion’s blade.

“What is this!”

Martha’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at Lunan Slion, their blades locked together.

“….”

Lunan Slion pressed forward with calm, composed eyes, as if the outcome was only natural.

“Ugh!”

Martha gritted her teeth and deflected Lunan’s blade as it pressed down upon her.

“I don’t know what you’ve done, but I won’t lose in raw strength!”

Her pride wounded, she bit her lip and charged at Lunan once more.

Roooooar!

Martha drove her foot into the ground with all her might. Drawing upon the power that surged from the earth itself, she channeled it through her body and aura, thrusting her blade forward with such weight that it felt as though she were striking with her very flesh rather than steel.

“….”

Lunan leaped lightly into the air as if she had anticipated Martha’s assault, then conjured a wall of frost in her wake.
The azure chill suffused with silver light, creating a hardness that even magma could not melt.

“Hmph!”

The moment Martha beheld the thick barrier of cold, she twisted her ankle sharply. Rather than charging headlong as she always did, she pivoted like a sparrow, aiming for the exposed left side of Lunan’s defense.
Though the power had diminished, the movement itself was so swift and precise that few could evade such a blade strike.

“Mm….”

Lunan’s pupils trembled slightly—she had not expected Martha to devise strategy even in the heat of excitement. Biting her lip, she swiftly swung her blade, its silver frost slightly worn away.

Claaaaaang!

Martha’s weighty blade cut through Lunan’s desperate defense with piercing ferocity.

“How is it? Can you feel my strength now?”

Martha’s lips curled upward in a confident smile as she gazed at Lunan beyond her blade.

“Now that I’ve used tactics, it’s time for an all-out assault!”

Unwilling to squander this hard-won opportunity, she drew upon her aura and bore down upon Lunan. It was a tactic that maximized the Titan Aura’s power—strength amplified as long as her feet remained planted on the ground.

“Sigh….”

Lunan exhaled a weary breath as Martha pressed forward with overwhelming force.

“It’s too late to regret now!”
“You’ve grown stronger….”

She cut off Martha’s words and nodded.

“Now I’m going all out….”

The moment Lunan spoke the word “all out,” it happened.

Whoooooosh!

The blade of her beloved sword, Seolhwa, shimmered with transparent light, scattering pristine frost in all directions.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

The floor of the 5th Training Ground, built from fine earth, began to freeze over, and Martha’s blade—locked against Seolhwa—along with Martha herself, started to crystallize in ice.

“What, what is this!”

Martha’s jaw trembled as she watched white frost creeping up her blade and arm, piercing through her Titan’s aura. She gritted her teeth and pulled her aura to maximum, but she couldn’t withstand the frost Lunan had unleashed.

“Damn it!”

Martha realized she couldn’t endure Lunan’s aura and tried to retreat backward.
But her legs were already trapped within white ice alongside the earth itself.

“This can’t be real….”

Martha exhaled sharply as she stared at the transparent chill that had frozen her blade, hands, and legs. Her eyes trembled violently, unable to accept what she was witnessing firsthand.

Shhhhh.

Lunan raised Seolhwa, now crystalline as spring water, and pointed it at Martha’s throat.

“Ugh!”

Martha gnashed her teeth as she stared at Seolhwa hovering a hair’s breadth from her neck.

“I’ve lost….”

She had no choice but to accept defeat, lowering her head deeply.

“Yeah….”

Lunan accepted Martha’s declaration of defeat, blinking before stepping back with Seolhwa.
As she placed her hand on the ice that had imprisoned Martha, the cold slowly began to dissipate.

“I couldn’t break through the ice.”

Martha flexed her frozen hands and feet, her brow furrowing.

“I wanted to strike that expressionless face of yours….”

She exhaled a sigh, clearly disappointed that she hadn’t defeated Lunan.

“Really… nothing at all….”

Lunan nodded calmly, as if nothing had happened.

“Well, if you say so, I have nothing to say. But….”

Martha watched Lunan in silence for a moment before slowly parting her lips.

“If anything troubles you, tell me. Anywhere, anything, anyone—I’ll help you.”

She nodded with solemn conviction, as if pledging to aid her with whatever she might need.

“….”

Lunan gazed quietly at Martha, whose eyes had grown unusually composed.

“Yeah….”

She nodded calmly, as if affirming that she would do exactly that, then left the Training Ground.
With a calm nod as if to say he would do so, he left the Training Ground.

“Ha!”

Martha swung her fist at the empty air the moment Lunan left.

“Damn it! She’s gotten disgustingly strong!”

She let out a shriek at Lunan’s incomprehensible growth, then turned away.

“W-where are you going?”

Crain swallowed hard as he watched Martha leave the Training Ground.

“Surely you’re not going after Lunan…”
“Don’t follow me!”

Martha snorted without turning around.

“There’s nothing you can do even if you follow! I’m going to train!”

She shouted that she would definitely win next time, then vaulted over the Training Ground’s wall and rushed toward the Main Mansion.

“….”

Burren didn’t watch Martha and Lunan leave; instead, he stared at the spot where they had fought, biting his lip.

‘What is this….’

Had the gap widened this much?

The sparring match between Martha and Lunan had far exceeded what I had anticipated.
I couldn’t understand when those two, who had shown no significant difference from me, had climbed so far ahead.

‘I gave my all too….’

I devoted every moment outside my duties as Vice-Master of Gwangpung Hall to training.
I rose earlier than anyone and went to bed later than anyone, wielding my sword constantly, yet seeing them made me feel as though I had actually regressed.

‘Damn it!’

Martha had always charged forward like a wild boar, but now she had grasped strategy and tactics, developing combat methods suited to herself.
And beyond the weight and power of her swordsmanship,
her speed had increased as well, unleashing terrifying sword strikes that were nearly impossible to face.

Honestly, if I fought Martha at my current level, I wouldn’t even be able to use my full strength—defeat was inevitable.

‘But that’s not what surprised me most….’

What truly astonished me was Lunan Slion.

Lunan Slion had literally crushed Martha, who I expected would overwhelm me.
The frigid power that confined a Grand Master like a child—these were abilities I’d never witnessed before. Watching the frost Lunan Slion unleashed was so reminiscent of Raon’s power that chills ran down my spine.

‘Is this the kind of difference the Demon Lords’ authority creates?’

The only difference between himself, Lunan, and Martha was whether or not they had received the power of the Demon Lords. He hadn’t existed from the beginning, and it hadn’t been long since he was chosen, yet such a gap had already opened up between them, leaving him feeling frustrated.

“If only I had just a little bit of competitive spirit…”

It was when he was clenching his fists, recalling the time when Martha had been chosen instead of him.

“Huh?”

It seemed he had sensed the duel between Lunan Slion and Martha during his external inspection and come here.
He seemed to have come this way after sensing the sparring between Lunan Slion and Martha while he was out on an external inspection.

“Hmm…”

Burren Zigheart calmed his confused mind and approached Karun.

“Welcome. But what about the other people…?”

Karun tilted his head in confusion, noticing that the attendants who had been beside him were nowhere to be seen.

“I told him to go first.”

Karun shook his head calmly, as if it were nothing special.

“It seems those you consider rivals have moved forward first.”
“It seems those I considered rivals have moved ahead first.”

He smiled faintly, as if his heart was completely transparent.

“Well, that’s….”

Burren Zigheart bit his lip, unable to speak as his true feelings were laid bare.

“I had no choice but to send Raon, but now even Lunan and Martha have surpassed me. I feel pathetic. To be honest, I didn’t want to let Raon go either.”

Perhaps because he had become the temporary Head of House, or perhaps because he was shaken by witnessing Lunan and Martha’s sparring match firsthand, the feelings he had kept hidden spilled out before he could stop them.

“I see.”

Karun simply
nodded calmly.

“There is no shame in what you feel now. Jealousy and envy are what drive people to grow. But the moment you speak such things aloud, they become ugly.”

He spoke the word “ugly” while drawing a gentle smile, as if recalling his own past.

“Lunan and Martha seem to have gained some mysterious power.”

Karun’s eyes shifted slightly, as if he had already sensed the Demon Lords’ authority to some degree.

“That’s probably why they’ve pulled ahead of you.”
“Y-yes, that’s right.”
“Then it would be good for you to chase after those two without relying on such special power.”

He waved his hand dismissively, as if to say
,
that since things had come to this, Burren should grow stronger without such special power.

“Pardon? How am I supposed to….”
“Come to the Family Head’s Training Ground tonight. Watching my training, you will come to understand something.”

Karun left those words and turned away.

“B-but Father, aren’t you busy! I heard you barely sleep….”

Burren Zigheart swallowed hard, recalling what he had heard from Karun’s attendants.

“How can a father who cannot care for his own son lead a family?”

Karun left those words as his final statement and exited the 5th Training Ground.

“….”

Burren Zigheart watched Karun’s departing figure as his black cloak billowed behind him, feeling the tremor that had bloomed at his fingertips finally subside.

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Lunan Slion did not return to the Dormitory of the 5th Training Ground, but instead headed toward the Slion Family Estate for the first time in a long while.

“Lunan! You’ve come!”

Rokan Slion, the Head of the Slion Family Estate, spread both arms wide to welcome Lunan.

“I was about to visit you directly at the 5th Training Ground because I missed you so much….”
“Dad…. I’m exhausted….”

Lunan lowered his head to avoid Rokan Slion’s embrace and made his way toward his room on the second floor.

“Uh, um….”

Rokan Slion was left speechless by Lunan’s response, which was far colder than usual, his eyes rolling about helplessly.

“I’m sorry….”

Lunan gave a slight nod, aware that Rokan was disappointed. Though he wanted to talk with his father after so long, he was simply too exhausted and needed rest immediately.

“Sigh….”

Lunan let out a deep sigh and entered his room. Without unpacking his belongings or even washing, he collapsed directly onto his bed.

“This is strange….”

Lately, whenever I sleep, I have the same dream every single night.
I can only sense that it’s the same dream, but when I wake, I can’t remember what the dream was about at all.

Ever since I began having that peculiar dream, sleep no longer feels restorative—instead, it drains my stamina and mental fortitude, making it difficult to even stand these days.
The strange thing is that thanks to that dream, my growth has accelerated tremendously, and a feeling of happiness has welled up within me.

‘I don’t want to sleep….’

Lunan exhaled a turbid breath and furrowed his brow.

‘But I have no choice.’

To grow stronger, I had to sleep.

Yet it wasn’t merely that—a yearning had blossomed within me to sleep by any means necessary and enter the realm of dreams.
I couldn’t even remember what dream it was, and it was strange that such a desire existed, but the happiness I felt in that dream was so tangible against my skin that I felt compelled to enter it.

“Hah….”

Lunan closed his eyes, hoping that today his fatigue would finally lift.

Whoooosh.

The moment my eyelids shut, I plummeted into sleep and opened my eyes in a strange world.

It was larger than a village yet smaller than a city. The land seemed prosperous—vitality bloomed across the faces of its people, and laughter lingered at the corners of the children’s mouths.

“Lunan!”
“Big sister!”
“Lunan!”

The villagers recognized me and waved their hands warmly. The children burst into unblemished laughter and rushed toward me, embracing me.

“Hello….”

I embraced the children who had rushed toward me and broke into a radiant smile. Now that I had entered the dream, I remembered. In this world, unlike when I was at Zigheart, I shared deep connections with many people.
Entering the dream, he now remembers. In this world, unlike when he was at Zigheart, he was exchanging interactions with many people.

“That’s right…”

It’s always been this dream…

I wake up from this dream every time I fall asleep again, though I forget it by morning. And the people of this world always remember me.

“And…”

Lunan closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of the children surrounding him.

“You’ve arrived.”

At the familiar voice, he lifted his gaze, and there stood the person he cherished most, smiling with a radiance that outshone reality itself.

“Lunan.”

Raon—the hero who had walked beside him since childhood and saved him from despair—waved with a bright, refreshing smile.

“Yes… I’m here….”

Lunan nodded, his own expression deepening into a warm smile that mirrored Raon’s.

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