The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1239

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Chapter 1239

Whoooooosh!

Martha’s blade descended diagonally, tracing an elongated tail like a comet streaking across the sky.

“Mother! How was that?”

The moment she unleashed her swordplay, she called out to Erena standing to her right, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Hmm….”

Erena’s eyes narrowed slightly as if she were visualizing Martha’s swordplay in her mind.

“I think it would be better if you cut your technique a bit shorter.”

She opened her eyes slowly and nodded at Martha.

“Right now, you’re dragging the blade’s tip too far, which gives your opponent an opening to counterattack. It would be better to cut it shorter and prepare a follow-up technique instead.”

Erena spoke her honest thoughts while watching Martha’s blade, her fingers gesturing expressively.

“But… Martha, are you really sure you should listen to me?”

She exhaled a long, drawn-out sigh.

“As you know, I don’t understand swords or martial arts at all.”

Erena’s fingertips trembled slightly, her concern for Martha evident.

“I’m really just speaking off the top of my head….”
“Mother. Just wait a moment.”

Martha stepped to the side to apply the advice she’d heard from Erena, then raised her blade once more.

Whoooooosh!

Following Erena’s advice, I stopped the blade mid-swing rather than letting it strike the ground, allowing the next technique—the thrust—to flow naturally into position, enabling me to deliver a sharp follow-up attack.

“Was my swordsmanship always like this?”

Martha let out a hollow laugh as she reflected on the perfect thrust she had just executed.
Watching the techniques connect so seamlessly, I became certain that I had been learning swordsmanship incorrectly all this time, and that Erena’s guidance was precisely what I needed.

“Mom!”

Martha turned to Erena, her eyes brimming with anticipation.

“How did you spot the flaws in my swordsmanship?”

Erena was an ordinary person who knew nothing of swordsmanship or martial arts. Even a Grand Master wouldn’t have found weaknesses after observing my technique just once, yet she had offered perfect advice.

“Well…”

Erena scratched her cheek as if she herself didn’t know the answer.

“I just saw it. Not only your swordsmanship, but I felt that it would be better to move your aura differently too.”

She nodded, saying that the shortcomings in aura control, not just swordsmanship, naturally became apparent to her.

“I don’t really understand why either.”

Erena smacked her lips, as if it was merely intuition rather than any special theory or experience.

“That lunatic left behind a gift, it seems.”

Martha drove her blade into the Training Ground floor, a cold smile crossing her face.

“A lunatic, you say…”

Erena’s eyes widened.

“The. White. Blood. Cult. Master.”

Martha spat out the White Blood Cult Master’s name one syllable at a time.

“That damned woman who stole Mother’s body must be the reason.”

Erena had endured for over a decade with her body seized by the White Blood Cult Master, yet she never lost herself. Even as her soul was crushed beneath that weight, she persevered to the very end.

Though she couldn’t move her own body, she had witnessed and experienced so much through the transcendent White Blood Cult Master’s eyes that she seemed to have developed an ability to discern the flaws in martial techniques.

“Ah, so that’s it!”

Through Martha’s words, Erena realized what had happened to her, letting out a soft exclamation of understanding.

“The way she finds the weaknesses in my martial technique and immediately suggests improvements…”

Martha nodded with conviction, her chin set firm.

“Mother’s level of perceiving martial technique must be at least transcendent or higher!”

Her current realm was the pinnacle of Grand Master. She fell short of Lunan, but with the right opportunity, she could cross the threshold and touch transcendence.

The fact that Erena grasped her martial technique at a glance meant her perception was transcendent. More than that—it was likely at the upper echelon of transcendence.

“Mother, wait a moment.”

Martha approached Erena and grasped her wrist, channeling her aura into her.

‘All her mana circuits are completely open.’

And far more cleanly than mine.

Erena’s mana circuits stretched wide and long like the Royal Capital’s main thoroughfares.
Seeing them cleaner than her own Grand Master body meant one thing—she possessed a transcendent’s physique.

“Why, why are you doing this?”

Erena felt heat suddenly rise through her body from Martha’s aura and let out a shaky breath.

“Mother! Don’t you want to learn the sword?”

Martha grasped both of Erena’s hands and shook them eagerly.

“Once Mother picks up a sword, she’ll reach Transcendence in the shortest time possible!”

Erena’s body was already that of a Transcendent, her mana circuits were fully opened, and her eye for martial arts was transcendent as well.
In fact, the moment she grasped a sword, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call her a Transcendent-level warrior.

“Me…?”

Erena exhaled softly, as if the thought had never occurred to her.

“Yes! I’m certain!”

Martha nodded firmly, speaking with absolute conviction.

“When the Saint of Nenma examined my body before, wasn’t it normal?”

Erena narrowed her eyes, questioning why her body had seemed fine when the Saint of Nenma had checked it.

“Since Mother reclaimed her body after nearly twenty years, she might not have adapted yet. Or she might have accepted the curse the White Blood Cult Master left behind. I’m not entirely sure myself.”

Martha rubbed her hands together, saying they’d need to conduct a proper examination to know for certain.

“Hmm….”

Erena’s eyes shifted slightly with concern. Merely hearing the White Blood Cult Master’s name still made her feel uneasy.

“Then let’s start gently. First, help me with my training.”

Martha grasped Erena’s trembling hand firmly.

“Help with your training?”
“Yes! And who knows—Mother might want to pick up a sword herself.”

She suggested that Erena help with her training first and perhaps develop an interest in swordsmanship along the way.

“Mm….”

Erena couldn’t refuse her daughter’s fervent gaze and slowly nodded in agreement.

“I understand. But we must be careful. I’m really just speaking from intuition.”

She sighed, telling me not to believe everything she said.

“Got it! Thanks!”

Martha giggled and nestled into Erena’s embrace.

“With the two of us together, we can definitely win.”

She clenched her fists with determination, remembering the friend who had dealt her such an overwhelming defeat.

“Just wait a little longer, Lunan!”

* * *

“Hmm….”
“What, doesn’t something feel a bit chilly?”
“Yeah. My spine’s crawling.”
“It, it feels like we’re standing on a battlefield, not in the Training Ground.”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen training in the 5th Training Ground brushed away the goosebumps rising on their skin, as if experiencing a cold they hadn’t felt even in the depths of winter.

“Hey.”

Crain shuffled sideways and jabbed Dorian in the ribs with his elbow.

“What do you think?”

He pretended to gaze into empty space while his eyes swept across Lunan, Martha, and Burren, positioned to the right, center, and left respectively.

“What, what about them?”

Dorian, startled more than anyone by Crain’s ghostly rolling eyes, broke into a cold sweat on his forehead.

“The squad leaders. No, our unit’s officers—what do you make of them?”

Crain slapped Dorian’s back and bit his lip slightly.

“They’re all acting strange! Unlike usual, they’re not saying a word and just training!”

He watched Martha and Burren, who were absorbed entirely in their own training as if they had returned to their days as recruits, his breathing ragged.

“Something felt off ever since Lunan and Martha sparred together. What if this escalates into a real fight?”

Crain clutched his head, lamenting that without Raon around, there would be no one to stop them if they came to blows.

“Hmm….”

Dorian stroked his chin and smacked his lips briefly.

“I think it’ll be fine.”

Unlike his usual demeanor, he showed little alarm and nodded calmly.

“Wait, fine? Are you serious?”

Crain seized Dorian by the collar, his eyes wide open.

“Neither of them is angry or excited. In fact, their minds are quite at peace.”

Dorian wore a subtle smile, as if he had read Martha and Burren’s hearts through his divine insight.

“It seems they’ve either gained valuable experience, or someone trustworthy is guiding them.”

He spoke of Martha and Burren being in a state of profound tranquility and lowered his hand.

“Really?”

Crain’s jaw trembled with disbelief.

“You can see it yourself if you look. There’s faith dwelling in Martha and Burren’s blades.”

Dorian told him to observe directly and turned Crain’s head toward them.

“Now that you mention it, I suppose it does seem that way.”

Crain’s eyes narrowed with uncertainty, unconvinced even by Dorian’s words.

“However….”

Dorian bit his lip deeply as he looked away from where Crain was speaking.

“L-Lunan is different.”

Dorian observed Lunan with a far more serious expression than when he had looked at Burren and Martha.

“Lunan? But he looks exactly the same as usual?”

Crain tilted his head in confusion as he watched Lunan sleeping against a tree, just as he always did.

“I-I’m not entirely sure what’s happening, but….”

Dorian trembled throughout his entire body, reverting to his usual cowardly self.

“Something feels wrong. More wrong than ever before.”

On the surface, just as Crain said, Burren and Martha appeared unstable, while Lunan sleeping peacefully seemed composed.

But in my mind’s eye, I could sense a chaotic aura emanating from Lunan.
Happiness and joy flickered within it, yet beneath them swirled confusion and emptiness so profound that merely witnessing it sent chills racing down my spine.

“M-Martha is quite perceptive, isn’t she?”

Dorian exhaled sharply as he looked at Martha, who had instinctively sensed Lunan’s change first and challenged him to a duel.

“S-so what do we do?”

Crain rolled his eyes like a lizard, his anxiety evident.

“S-since Martha was also defeated, there’s nothing we can do.”

Dorian bit his lip, overwhelmed by helplessness.

“Only he can handle this.”

* * *

“Sigh….”

I steadied my breathing and opened my eyes. My crimson irises blazed with such fierce intensity that they seemed to belong not to a human, but to a ravenous beast.

Rising from my meditation in the center of the Training Ground, I gazed up at the soft light filtering through the ceiling before slowly lifting myself to my feet.
The mere act of standing unleashed a magnificent aura that billowed forth like a colossal pillar ascending from the earth.

Whoooosh!

Without bothering to brush the dust from my training robes, I drew the Heavenly Sword from my waist.
My cherished blade, which had clashed countless times with the Continent’s greatest sword yet never lost its luster, extended like a tiger’s claw and etched a sharp mark across the Training Ground.

“I’m ready.”

I bowed respectfully to Glen Zigheart, who watched from behind me. My voice rang out clear and resonant, as though a commander from the battlefield itself had spoken.

“Let us begin.”

I leveled the Heavenly Sword at Glen Zigheart, signaling the start of today’s duel.

“It’s been a month since we descended into this Training Ground.”

Glen Zigheart approached me, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“You’ve changed remarkably in that single month.”

He met my gaze, observing the burning determination blazing in my eyes, and let out a hollow laugh.

“Anyone watching would think you were battling the Heavenly Demon itself.”

Glen Zigheart chuckled at my transformation, as though finding it almost absurd.

“I must grow stronger so I can be of help to Grandfather.”

I nodded heavily, stating that this entire month had been devoted to that singular purpose alone.

“Hmm.”

Glen Zigheart felt the sincerity behind my words and offered a gentle smile.

“Today will be quite different.”

I crossed the Heavenly Sword and Wooden Wheel Sword, radiating a crimson aura like the Eden Ghosts who wielded fighting spirit instead of aura.
My formidable blade force resonated through the Training Ground with a chilling, majestic presence—not as Raon Zigheart the Sword Master, but as the Heavenly Demon, Eden’s apex.

“I understand. Today, I shall face you not as my grandson, but as my enemy.”

Glen Zigheart felt goosebumps rise on the back of his hand and curled his lips into a smile.

“Come.”

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