The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 153

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Chapter 153

Burren Zigheart rubbed his eyes hard as he watched Raon confidently raise his hand.

‘I must have seen wrong.’

Raon wasn’t foolish, and there was no way he would apply for training at the Central Intelligence Agency when it was obvious they despised him. Thinking he must have misread the situation, he opened his eyes again. But it was the same. Raon was still holding his hand up with confidence.

“What are you doing…ugh!”

Just as I was about to ask Raon for an explanation, Lunan and Martha burst in from the side, and I was shoved to the ground again.

“Raon. You can’t go there.”
“Are you insane? What are you thinking going there!”

The two of them forcibly lowered his hand as if trying to stop him.

“You crazy bastards! Am I invisible!”

Burren lost his temper for the first time since returning to the family. After being shoved three times since yesterday, the calm composure he had learned from Reniton, the master of Maiko Trading Company, scattered like dust.

“Get off!”

He roared and shoved Lunan and Martha, who had clung to Raon, away with his shoulders.

“Huh?”
“This is insane!”
“You’re the insane ones! Why do you keep charging in like wild boars!”
“You’re the wild boar.”
“What? You want to die?”
“Damn bastards!”

The three of them glared at each other and gnashed their teeth.

“Raon.”

Rimer tilted his head curiously and descended from the platform.

“Are you really going to the Central Intelligence Agency?”
“Yes.”

Raon nodded immediately, showing no intention of changing his decision.

“Hmm, that should be interesting.”

Rimer smiled slyly and wrote Raon’s name on the paper.

“Wait, hold on!”

Burren Zigheart pushed through the gap between the growling Lunan Slion and Martha, gripping Raon’s shoulder.

“I hate to say this, but reconsider. The Central Intelligence Agency won’t welcome you.”

It was sincere advice. My father openly despises Raon. If he goes to the Central Intelligence Agency, he’ll surely face a rough time.

“Raon. Come with me.”
“Don’t go there and get beaten up. Come this way instead.”

Lunan Slion and Martha extended their hands as well, clearly worried about Raon.

“Thanks, but I’m fine.”

Raon waved his hand at Lunan Slion and Martha.

“And it’s actually funny that you’re saying that.”

He turned to the bewildered Burren Zigheart and chuckled softly.

“I’m serious! You might not get any training at all—just harassment!”
“Don’t worry.”

Raon’s lips curved into a gentle smile.

“I won’t just take it.”

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“Director!”

Urek, the chief steward overseeing the Central Intelligence Agency’s affairs, entered Karun’s office with hurried, flustered steps.

“I told you not to come in for a while.”

Central Intelligence Agency Director Karun Zigheart’s voice resonated low and cold. The irritation from yesterday’s humiliation at the hands of Rimer and Raon still lingered, his expression deeply furrowed with displeasure.

“I apologize, but this is urgent.”

Urek swallowed hard, then placed the documents he’d brought onto Karun’s desk.

“New inspector training documents? You’re saying this is important?”
“Look here, sir. Raon Zigheart has chosen our Central Intelligence Agency as his training location. This man has lost his mind!”
“…This bastard!”

As Karun clenched his fist, the paper held in his grip crumbled into grey ash and scattered. The entire Central Intelligence Agency trembled as if struck by an earthquake.

“This son of a bitch is clearly disrespecting us. There’s no other reason he would choose the Central Intelligence Agency!”

Urek gnashed his teeth. The fact that Raon had selected this place as his training location despite Karun’s repeated displays of displeasure was unmistakably an insult.

“What should we do? Rather than continue to be bothered by this, perhaps we should use this opportunity to simply….”

Urek drew his hand across his own wrist in a cutting motion—a gesture asking whether they should cripple Raon.

“Fool.”

Karun let out a scoff as he looked at Urek.

“That rat bastard is currently under the scrutiny of the entire family. Father even called him in separately—and you’re suggesting we cripple him here? Have you given even a moment’s thought to how public opinion would react?”
“I-I apologize. My thinking was too shallow.”

Urek’s shoulders flinched as he quickly bowed his head.

‘He’s truly remarkable.’

Even in his anger, Karun examined the situation from multiple angles rather than just one perspective. He was a man worthy of commanding the Central Intelligence Agency, one of Zigheart’s major forces.

“Then what should we do? If we train him normally, the other inspectors’ morale will plummet.”
“There’s more than one way to kill a man.”
“Ah!”
“Show that bastard the terror of Central Intelligence Agency training. Humiliate him publicly so everyone knows he’s nothing special.”
“Understood.”
“And gather information on him. Find out how well he can fight without an aura, what his current limits are, and what his weaknesses are. I want everything.”

Karun’s eyes flashed with a chilling light.

“Yes! But how exactly should I—gasp!”
“Do I have to spell out every detail for you?”

His throat rumbled like a beast’s growl.

“N-no, sir! I’ll handle it myself!”

He bowed so deeply his back nearly snapped and hurried from the office.

“Phew….”
“Commander.”

As Urek emerged into the corridor, wiping cold sweat that streamed down his forehead, a middle-aged man with a cleanly shaved head approached from the side. It was Lef, the training instructor in charge of the Central Intelligence Agency’s drills.

“What happened?”
“He ordered me to show that damned bastard the terror of the Central Intelligence Agency. Humiliate him so thoroughly he’ll never dare set foot here again, and gather all the information we can on his martial skills.”
“Understood!”

Lef nodded promptly.

“But the method….”
“Do I have to spell that out for you too? That’s something you should figure out yourself! Why? Do you need me to spoon-feed you?”

Urek repeated the very words he’d just heard from Karun.

“N-no, sir! I’ll handle it myself!”

Lef saluted and dashed out of the room.

“What a mess because of that bastard.”

Urek, who had struck his subordinate, ground his teeth with an expression full of irritation.

“If I catch him, I’ll beat him to a pulp.”

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Four days later.

The new inspector training had begun, and I stood within the Jungmujeon Training Ground.

‘Spacious.’

The Jungmujeon Training Ground, while not quite as vast as the Grand Training Grounds, was roughly twice the size of the 5th Training Ground.
Beyond individual training chambers and cultivation rooms, it was filled with the latest training equipment, making it an ideal place to hone one’s skills.

The level of the inspectors training throughout the grounds was exceptional.
Even with the Jeonmadae and the Thunder Squad absent, each individual displayed remarkable prowess. It was no wonder they earned the title of the most formidable military force.

“So you’ve come after all.”

Burren Zigheart approached from behind, releasing a quiet sigh.

“I had hoped not to see you here.”

His eyes had grown dim with genuine concern for me. His temperament had softened to a remarkable degree, though it still flared up occasionally.

“Surely you won’t kill me.”
“I won’t, but they’ll certainly torment you in every conceivable way.”
“I imagine so.”

That’s precisely why I came here.

Raon smiled faintly and nodded.

“I know better than anyone how strong you are, but….”
“Everyone, fall in line!”

Just as Burren was about to speak again, a large, bald middle-aged man climbed onto the platform. The swordsmen of the Central Intelligence Agency, who had been wielding their blades, stopped their training and gathered toward the center.

“We greet the training instructor!”

The middle-aged man acknowledged their greeting with a wave of his hand while looking down at Raon and Burren.

“Welcome to the Central Intelligence Agency. New inspectors.”

He continued speaking, his eyes cold and piercing.

“My name is Lef. I am the training instructor of the Central Intelligence Agency. There is no rank or status in this place. Whether you are a disciple of the Director or his son, there are no exceptions. Keep that in mind.”

Despite his seemingly fair words, his cold gaze was directed solely at Raon.

“Then, let’s start with introductions.”
“Yes!”

Burren stepped forward first.

“I am Burren Zigheart. During this training period, I will set aside the title of being the Director’s son and do my best as a new inspector. I ask for your guidance!”
“Ooooh!”
“Waah!”

The inspectors gathered around applauded and cheered.

“Next.”
“Yes.”

Raon nodded and moved to where Burren had been standing.

“I am Raon Zigheart. I heard that the Central Intelligence Agency is the most valiant among all the military forces of Zigheart. I applied because I wanted to experience that valor firsthand. I look forward to working with you.”

It was an ordinary greeting, yet instead of cheers, an uncomfortable atmosphere began to seep through the crowd.

It seemed he despised Karun’s very existence because he had clashed with the Central Intelligence Agency’s leader multiple times.

-So you’re completely on the enemy side, then.

Wrath chuckled, saying he liked the atmosphere.

-If you keep fooling around, you’ll get beaten. That would be refreshing.
‘Unfortunately, that won’t happen.’

I accepted the fierce aura of the inspectors bearing down on me with composure. Compared to Sloth’s overwhelming energy, this was nothing more than kindling.

“Hmm.”
“This is….”
“It’s not working at all?”

The Central Intelligence Agency’s inspectors frowned or narrowed their eyes as they watched me standing peacefully.

“Then let’s begin the training.”

Lef descended from the platform and opened a large box below. It was filled with shackles gleaming with a blue light.

“These are shackles that suppress the wearer’s aura. Originally designed to restrain powerful criminals, we use them for physical conditioning. Only our Central Intelligence Agency uses such precious items for training, so consider it an honor.”

He brought the shackles and fastened them directly onto my wrists.

“These shackles are made of blue stone, harder than anything else. Even a martial master cannot break them with bare hands, so don’t bother trying—”
Clang!

As Lef continued his explanation, a crisp sound of metal shattering rang out.

“What?”

When he turned around, the shackles he had just fastened on my wrists were split into two pieces.

“What, what?! Why did it break!”
“I just touched it a little and it broke?”

I shrugged as if it were nothing special.

“Does that even make sense? That’s just a lump of metal made from blue stone!”
“I really don’t know how he did that.”
“Ugh….”

Lef’s jaw trembled. Blue stone was a hard ore used even in sword-making. It made no sense to crush those thick metal shackles with bare hands while aura was suppressed.

“Again. Try again.”

He swallowed hard and fastened a second pair of blue stone shackles on Raon. Unless one possessed the strength of a troll or an ogre, there was no way to break these.

“Hm!”

Raon rubbed the shackles briefly, then applied force with his grip. The joints of the shackles crumpled like paper before shattering completely and falling to the ground. He crushed the shackles on his left wrist in the same manner and tossed them aside.

“Huh….”

Lef’s mouth fell agape.

‘How is this possible?’

Raon possessed the lean, typical build of a swordsman. He couldn’t fathom how Raon had broken shackles that even martial masters couldn’t destroy with bare hands.

“Still don’t believe me? Should I do more?”

He smirked and approached the box where the shackles were stored, beginning to crush them with both hands.

“Stop, stop that!”

Lef rushed forward urgently, but the shackles had already met their end in Raon’s hands, reduced to fragments.

“Those are ridiculously expensive!”

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Raon gazed at the newly fitted blue stone shackles with a faint smile.

‘Aura can be blocked, but raw strength cannot.’

The cyan stone shackles prevented the aura in my dantian from moving, but they did nothing to suppress my fundamental physical strength.

My strength and agility had transcended normal limits—even Milend, a Master, acknowledged this.

I had continued training even after the sparring match, and Sloth’s ability—growing stronger with each moment of sleep—had been continuously active. My current power was enough to rival even massive monsters.

No matter how durable the cyan stone shackles were, I could shatter them by pressing at the joints.

“Ugh!”
“Insane….”
“What, what is this bastard doing?”

The Central Intelligence Agency inspectors stared at my hands with wide, shocked eyes.

“Damn it….”

Training Instructor Lef stared blankly at the three pairs of shattered cyan stone shackles. So they really were expensive.

“He couldn’t have broken them with pure strength.”
“It must be a hand technique.”
“Did he learn grappling at Habun Castle?”

Lef and the inspectors seemed to believe I had used some technique rather than brute force to break the shackles.

-Of course! How could a human with controlled aura shatter metal like that!

Wrath ground his teeth, displeased at being recognized for his stat-based strength.

‘The stat-based strength is certainly impressive.’
-Hmph! In truth, my power is far greater than this. When I was in the Demon Realm, merely touching something with my hand was enough to crumble the largest mountain in all of demonkind….
‘What about training?’
-You bastard! Listen here! All of your precious strength comes from me!

I ignored Wrath’s shrieking and watched Lef sigh deeply before standing up.

“Well then, we continue training. From now on, you’ll warm up by running around the Training Ground. The first twenty to finish are exempt, but the rest will face punishment. I suggest you run with all your might.”

He swept his gaze across the inspectors in turn as if to say they should prepare themselves, then stopped when his eyes reached me.

“Don’t you dare break those shackles. Under any circumstances.”
“Of course.”

I nodded with a smile.

“Come on, run!”

Lef bit his lip as he glared at me, then raised his hand. The gathered inspectors charged forward like buffalo.

“Hmm?”

I received the signal and ran, but I was blocked on all sides—front, back, and both flanks—by muscular inspectors with no way to advance.

Thud! Crack! Smack!

They began striking my body with their shoulders, arms, and elbows while pretending to run.

“Oh, sorry.”
“Didn’t see you there.”
“That’s not something you should say.”

The inspectors snickered and sneered as they continued pummeling my entire body. Even without using aura, the impact of their trained physiques striking me repeatedly made me stagger, and the pain was considerable.

“My apologies.”

The Green-haired Inspector struck my neck hard with his elbow and smirked. When I glared at him, he shrugged and fled toward the upper group.

“That…”

Burren Zigheart, who was in the upper group, turned to look back with wide eyes. His expression showed he never expected them to resort to something so childish.

“I’m fine. Go ahead.”

I would never lose to something like this.

I gave Burren Zigheart a cool smile and lowered my speed. I drove my shoulder into the chest of the red-haired inspector who was aiming for my waist with his elbow.

“Gack—!”

The red-haired inspector flew backward as if struck by a hammer, crashing hard into the ground.

“What… what is this…?”
“This doesn’t make any sense…!”

The inspectors blocking my sides and rear trembled at the impossible sight unfolding before them.

A natural reaction. Even with my improved height and physique, I was still smaller than that massive frame from moments ago. But with the stat bonuses from my status window, this was entirely within the realm of possibility.

“Hngh!”

The dark-skinned inspector on my right drove his shoulder forward, attempting to crush me with sheer mass.

“That won’t work.”
“Kugh!”

I laughed coldly and met his shoulder with mine. My strength exploded in an instant, and the dark-skinned inspector crumpled against the wall like a sparrow, his head driven into the floor.

“Are you done now?”

I swept through the inspectors who had been pestering me, my lips curling into a sneer.

“Ugh…!”
“W-wait, what…?”

With two of them already down, the inspectors’ eyes trembled like a sailboat caught in a typhoon. They stood frozen, unable to comprehend what was happening.

“If you won’t come, I’ll come to you.”

I accelerated, striking the inspectors who had been troubling me with shoulders and elbows.

*Boom—boom—boom!*

The physical prowess my Master had acknowledged erupted like wildfire, sweeping through the surrounding inspectors. Expert-level inspectors who had trained their bodies relentlessly fell like autumn leaves in the wind.

Even after subduing the inspectors who had started the trouble, I didn’t stop. I sent every inspector blocking the path flying.

“I told you.”

I smiled faintly as I watched Burren Zigheart stumble forward, his legs moving numbly.

“It’s fine.”

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“Ah….”

Lef stared at the twenty Inspectors flattened across the ground, his jaw hanging open in disbelief.

‘What… what is that monster!’

There had been intelligence that I possessed superior aura quality and quantity due to my constitution, having consumed numerous vitality elixirs since childhood.

They had given me the azure stone shackles believing that blocking my aura would render me helpless, yet even bound, I had crushed Inspectors far larger than myself through sheer physical strength.

Watching Inspectors nearly six feet three inches tall bounce away like rubber balls from someone barely five foot nine was surreal.

“Insane….”

I had not only swept through the Inspectors surrounding me but also those blocking the path, and even penetrated the upper ranks. The absurdity of it all made me curse aloud without thinking.

“S-stop! Stop charging! Raon!”

Lef called out as I prepared to drive my elbow into the Green-haired Inspector who had been running ahead.

Crack!

But I pretended not to hear and drove my elbow through to the end. The Green-haired Inspector shrieked as my elbow connected with the back of his head, collapsing to the ground.

“Ah, this is fun. I’ve never had a chase like this before, but I’m enjoying it.”

I smiled as I surveyed the Inspectors scattered around me like fallen leaves on a snowy plain.

“It’s all finished. What’s next?”

He looked toward me with bright, eager eyes as if nothing had happened.

“Tch, come over here.”

Lef bit his lip and led the inspectors and me to the right side of the Training Ground. Eight humanoid dummies holding swords were arranged in a circle.

“This time, it’s combat training to prepare for fighting multiple opponents. I’ll demonstrate it directly.”

He pressed the button in the center and stepped between the dummies.

Screech, screech, screech!

The dummies began to move with a twisted, grinding sound. However, unlike the noise, their movements were smooth as if well-oiled.

Whoosh!

The hands of the sword-wielding dummies moved with lightning speed. It wasn’t ordinary movement—it contained the proper flow of genuine swordsmanship.

Whoooosh!

All eight dummies moved simultaneously without interfering with each other, targeting Lef’s vital points in unison.

“Hmph.”

Lef unfolded rock-solid swordsmanship and heavy footwork, deflecting the dummies’ attacks one after another. After about ten minutes, the dummies stopped on their own and returned to their original positions.

“This is training to defend against attacks coming from multiple directions like this. Raon, do you think you can do it?”
“Yes.”

I nodded calmly, and Lef stood in the center of the dummies and drew his practice sword.

‘Foolish bastard.’

Lef smiled coldly and raised the difficulty of the dummies to maximum. It was such a high level that even an expert would take damage without aura.

“Beginning now.”

As I pressed the final button, the puppets moved far faster than before, thrusting their swords toward Raon.

“This should be entertaining.”

My eyes blazed crimson as I brought my sword down in a devastating arc. A bone-chilling sound of splitting air erupted as the puppet’s sword and head shattered into fragments.

“Ugh….”

That wasn’t all. With each swing of my sword, another puppet fell. These specially crafted puppets, each worth over two hundred gold coins, began to disintegrate. Since they shattered with a single blow, increasing the difficulty was pointless.

Crack!

The second puppet’s body snapped like a reed, and the third split cleanly in half.

“S-stop….”

I tried to tell him to stop, but shock had left my mouth hanging open uselessly. In that brief moment of silence, Raon demolished all eight puppets and wiped his brow.

“That was quite enjoyable.”

He looked at me with a refreshing smile.

“Are there any more?”
“Ugh!”

I wanted to strike that handsome face.

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Urek, the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency, was arranging flowers at his spacious office desk. His appearance and build seemed at odds with the hobby, but flower arrangement was indeed his passion.

Gazing upon the beautifully harmonized bouquet, all the stress from his superior’s harsh words and incompetent subordinates melted away.

Especially now, during this precious moment just before lunch when no one would disturb him. I cherished this time, carefully arranging each flower and placing them in the vase with meticulous care.

“This is quite….”
“Director!”

Urek smiled faintly. Just as I thought we’d achieved a beautiful harmony at last, the office door burst open.

“Screech….”

The noise startled my hand, and the flower arrangement I’d so carefully balanced scattered into disarray.

“Lef! You madman! You’re supposed to knock before opening the door!”
“Ah, I-I’m sorry! But this is extremely urgent….”

Lef wiped the cold sweat from his brow and lowered his head.

“Urgent? What could possibly be so urgent? If it’s nothing serious, you’re dead.”

Urek clicked his tongue and perched on the edge of the desk.

“It’s… that Raon you mentioned.”
“What about him? I didn’t beat him too badly, did I?”

Since the family head and other lords had their eyes on Raon, I couldn’t afford to injure him severely. A moderate humiliation would suffice for now.

But the answer that came was far beyond my imagination.

“That bastard is a Destroyer!”

Lef’s lips trembled.

“He’s destroying everything in his path!”

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