The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 275

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Chapter 275

I narrowed my eyes as I watched the Gwangpung Order face off against Dogyae while I deployed the Grand Gwangpung Formation.

‘Certainly seeing things more clearly now.’

With the Ring of Fire elevated to the 7th Star, the individual weaknesses of each swordsman and the misalignments within the formation naturally came into focus.

“Martha. Lower your stance further and position your blade at your center. As the unit leader, you need to hold the line in front so your members can have breathing room.”
“Damn it….”

Martha cursed under her breath as she lowered her stance and positioned her sword before her dantian. Watching her immediately compensate for the shortcoming made it clear that her skills had improved dramatically over the past month.

“Lunan. Your aura deployment speed is slowing. Refine your aura more precisely to block the Chief Steward’s movements.”
“Got it.”

As Lunan nodded, silver energy spread like mist from her sword technique, beginning to dominate the space around Dogyae.

“Burren. You’re overthinking too much. When you see an opening, you need to be bolder in exploiting it. Seeing the Chief Steward’s gap and hesitating was your mistake.”
“I thought it was a trap….”
“Distinguishing between real and false openings—that’s what skill is. Sharpen your eye.”
“Ugh, I know!”

Burren let out a shout and charged directly at Dogyae. His decisive sword strike released a biting wind.

“Let’s go too!”
“Right.”

Martha and Lunan followed, attacking from both sides and unleashing their sword strikes in unison.

The Gwangpung Order maintained their formation and retreated when Dogyae drove his force forward, then immediately exploited the gaps to extend their blade strikes when his power waned.

‘They all seem satisfied.’

Even with Dogyae controlling his strength, they were holding their own against an opponent using force techniques, so the Gwangpung Order seemed pleased and proud of themselves.

-Satisfied?

Wrath exhaled sharply, gesturing toward the Gwangpung Order.

-Do those wretches look satisfied to your eyes?

I followed his gesture and examined the Gwangpung Order again. Their eyes were glazed, their breathing ragged, their hands trembling faintly. They had long since surpassed their limits.

It was only natural—they’d been training for nearly a week with almost no rest. Yet this was precisely the kind of training necessary to draw out each person’s true potential.

‘It’s grueling, certainly. But if they encounter that state in actual combat, it’ll be too late.’

In my last mission, I’d faced Tiller, the Demon King, and the 4th Apostle—none of them were easy opponents. Especially the Demon King; we’d nearly been annihilated.
To never experience that again, I had to strengthen not only my own martial prowess and mental fortitude, but that of every member of the Gwangpung Order.

-Hmm, well, you’re not wrong about that.

Wrath nodded, unable to argue with the point.

-The ice cream girl and the beef girl need to survive, after all.
‘There’s one more, though.’

I gestured toward Dorian, who was cowering behind the sword, lagging behind.

-Ugh….

Wrath nodded slowly, as if resigned to the situation.

-Ah, I know. He was the first one….

He muttered “Why did he make such a choice?” and sighed.

-Because that coward’s disrupting the flow of my energy. Tell him to move forward.

Wrath frowned as he pointed out Dorian’s shortcomings. Beneath his gruff exterior, this creature genuinely cared for his subordinates.

“Dorian.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t be afraid. Come forward. Where else would you find someone as strong as you, hiding like that?”
“Ah, understood.”

Dorian swallowed hard, shifting his foot forward from his stance.

A deep resonance echoed through the air!

That single movement amplified the Gwangpung Formation’s power exponentially. United as one, the Gwangpung Order pressed their assault against Dogyae.

Yet raw strength alone was not always the answer. Dogyae drove his energy downward toward the center of the sword strikes cascading toward him like waves.

A thunderous explosion erupted!

The Gwangpung Order, focused solely on offense, was hurled in all directions as Dogyae’s power shattered the formation’s core.

“Ugh….”
“Damn….”
“We were too hasty….”

The Gwangpung Order members lay sprawled on the ground, groaning. Their extensive combat experience meant they already understood what they’d done wrong.

I stood at the edge of the platform, a faint smile crossing my face.

“I’ve said it countless times—the moment I attack is when my opponent has the best opportunity to counterattack. Keep that always in mind.”
“Yes….”
“We understand, sir.”

The Gwangpung Order could only manage weak nods.

“And next—”
“No more! You madman! Just kill us instead!”

Martha cried out, lifting only her head.

“I’ve reached my limit too. Please, heavens above.”

Burren clasped his hands together in prayer, as if begging for mercy.

“I’m fine with whatever….”

Lunan closed his eyes as if surrendering to fate. Seeing his breathing steady, he appeared to have actually fallen asleep.

“Listen carefully. The next training starts tomorrow. Go back and rest today.”
“Huh?”
“Huh?!”
“Really, sir?”
“Wooooaaaaaah!”

The Gwangpung Order stared at the sun still hanging in the sky, their mouths agape.
For the past month, training had never ended before sunset, so everyone erupted in cheers.

“Starting with the next training, we’ll conduct sparring matches against other units. Come prepared.”
“Sparring against other units?”
“You need to test the sword aura you’ve built up against swordsmen of comparable skill.”

The skill gap between myself and Dogyae was too vast for sparring to be meaningful at times.
Fighting at full strength against swordsmen of similar caliber would be invaluable for their growth.

“It’s literally challenging other dojangs.”
“I like it!”

Martha grinned and raised her hand.

“If it strengthens our skills, we should do it.”

Burren nodded in agreement.

“Hnnngh….”

Lunan was asleep.

“So when do we start? Let me prepare properly so we can end with a perfect record….”
“Tomorrow.”

I grinned and pointed toward the 5th Training Ground.

“Tomorrow at noon. You’ll face the Cheongung Unit here.”

At those words, every member of the Gwangpung Order jolted upright with wide eyes—a reaction that hadn’t appeared even during rest periods.

“The… Cheongung Unit?”
“Those numbers aren’t a joke!”
“Less than a day left until noon tomorrow!”
“You bastard. The Unit Leader gave us one day!”
“Oh, heavens!”
“If there’s a demon out there, please take this bastard away!”

The Gwangpung Order pressed their heads to the ground, crying out to gods and demons alike.

-I’m… sorry.

Wrath lowered his gaze to the floor and sighed.

-Even the True Demon King got beaten down…

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Whiiiiing!

The mournful cry that the Soul Reaper Sword released echoed through the Small Garden.

‘You’ve done well.’

I stroked the whimpering Soul Reaper Sword gently before sheathing it at my waist.

“This is the Blood Dance. How was it?”

I turned to my right with a faint smile. Roen, Yua, and Julius stood in stunned silence.

“Sob…”

Yua pouted her lips and began to weep.

“The piece itself feels bright, but the sword’s cry is so sorrowful that I can’t control my emotions…”

She couldn’t continue speaking and tears fell from her eyes. Perhaps because she had talent in music, she could feel the sorrow of the souls contained within Blood Dance.

“I, I was deeply moved! I don’t fully understand Blood Dance, but Clear Dance sets my heart ablaze. I want to draw my sword and strike right now!”

Julius gripped the wooden sword at his waist tightly while smiling. Seeing his face flushed red, it seemed Clear Dance had truly captivated him. His typical swordsman’s temperament made me chuckle.

“You are truly remarkable.”

Roen nodded with a slight smile. Yua and Julius had asked to see Clear Dance and Blood Dance when they came to pick me up, and from his expression, he seemed impressed as well.

“Clear Dance seems to have evolved several stages beyond what you showed us before. Both its power and range have reached a different dimension.”
“You flatter me.”

I shook my head with a faint smile.

“And Blood Dance….”

Roen narrowed his eyes and paused slightly.

“As Miss Yua said, it’s a melancholic piece. It contains resentment, anguish, pain, and even longing.”

He had read all the emotions contained within it from just one hearing of Blood Dance. He was truly no ordinary martial artist.

“For now, it won’t cause significant harm to ordinary people, but if the Gwangpung Order Commander or the Soul Reaper Sword becomes even slightly stronger, there’s a possibility it could become a threat to common folk.”
“Ah….”
“To be honest, I’ve been controlling it somewhat even now.”

Roen pointed to Yua and Julius with a faint smile. Blood Dance was originally a sword technique that only worked on White Blood Cult members with blood energy, but it seemed that as the Soul Reaper Sword absorbed the Apostle’s blood energy, it began to affect ordinary people as well.

“Thank you for telling me.”

Since it had been a long time since I used Blood Dance, his words were of great help.

“By controlling the range and power of Blood Dance and Clear Dance, you’ll be able to fine-tune your aura manipulation more precisely. It will be difficult, but it will be excellent training.”
“Yes. I will do my best.”

I nodded. Since the Ring of Fire had reached seven stars, controlling Clear Dance and Blood Dance shouldn’t be too difficult.

“Ah, do you still have the gray stone necklace that the Head of House gave you before?”

Roen seemed to recall something and lifted his finger to point at his neck.

“It’s not on me right now. It’s in the Annex Building.”

The necklace seemed more decorative than practical for actual combat, so I kept it in my room.

“That necklace is made from refined Whisper Stone, so it provides superior protection against internal injuries, external wounds, and mental attacks compared to other Whisper Stone necklaces. It would be best if you wore it at all times.”
“Ah, I should do that. Thank you.”

Raon nodded and smiled.

“Then I’ll be on my way. Let’s go.”
“Yes….”
“Yes!”

He led Yua and Julius toward the Annex Building.

Roen watched Raon’s retreating figure with a smile.

“Always looking upward.”

Yet he never neglected what lay below. Despite his youth, he embodied the ideal of a true warrior.

“I wish him fortune.”

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The Zigheart Family Estate bathed in the clear sunlight of New Year’s Day.

As Glen received a report from Sheryl about the Heavenly Sword Squad’s activities, the Audience Chamber doors opened, and Chad and Roen entered.

“Head of House, something terrible has happened.”

Chad rushed to the center and fell to his knees.

“A major matter?”

Rimer, who had been leaning his back against a pillar, tilted his head in confusion.

“Well, in a way we all knew this was coming, but….”

Chad lifted the documents he’d brought and let out a heavy sigh.

“King Roman has sent a letter stating he will engage in a life-or-death duel with the Gwangpung Unit Commander on January 1st, three years from now.”
“Ah, so that’s it.”

Rimer pushed off from the pillar and snapped his fingers.

“Still, he didn’t start immediately and gave three years after the new year—he’s actually giving us some time. Petty, but at least he’s a man of his word.”

I had thought the three years would be counted from the day I met Roman, but seeing that he was giving three years from the new year, it seemed he wasn’t completely without conscience.

“So in three years… hm?”

Rimer noticed the Audience Chamber had suddenly gone silent and looked up at the platform.
Glen, Sheryl standing before him, and Roen standing by the door were all glaring at him with murderous intent.

“Why, why are you all like that? Why are your eyes so wide!”

Rimer swallowed hard as he met the piercing gazes of the three.

“If you had done your job properly, we wouldn’t have come to this.”
“A cockroach clinging to his subordinates just to survive?”
“Heh, it seems you’re not earning your keep, Rimer.”

Glen, Sheryl, and Roen carved into Rimer’s heart with their words instead of blades.

“Ugh….”

Rimer clutched his chest and staggered backward.

“Your words are too harsh….”
“Would you prefer we use something other than words?”

Red sparks flickered in Glen’s grip.

“No! Words are enough! Just tell me, please!”

Rimer shook his head frantically and laughed awkwardly.

Glen regarded Rimer with cold eyes before turning his gaze toward Chad.

“Did it come in Roman’s name?”
“Yes. Not the Nambuk Alliance, but in the name of King Roman himself.”

Chad nodded, his expression darkening.

“Using only his own name means he won’t give any room for other forces to intervene. That cunning bastard is scheming something.”
“Yes. It’s a vicious tactic. He’s signaling his intent to fight without burdening the Nambuk Alliance.”

Sheryl and Roen clicked their tongues and glared at Rimer once more.

“Ugh….”

Rimer sensed the mood and quietly edged backward.

Whoosh!

Sheryl tapped the sword on her back, releasing a chilling aura.

“Head of House. Rather than burden Raon, wouldn’t it be better to crush the Nambuk Alliance quickly? We’ve already located them.”

She looked toward Chad as if seeking his agreement.

“Ah, yes. We, we have identified the headquarters’ location.”

Chad nodded. Glen had issued top priority orders, and the Bi-Yeon Society operatives had been driven to locate the Nambuk Alliance headquarters. However, they had yet to ascertain their full strength.

Rumble!

As he was about to report that he didn’t know the Nambuk Alliance’s military capacity, a tremendous aura erupted beneath Glen’s feet.

“It seems the time has come to eliminate those who don’t know their place.”

He rose to his feet as though he would march on the Nambuk Alliance that very instant. His presence, vast as a towering mountain, shook the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Wait, just a moment! We still don’t know who’s there….”

Chad tried to stop him, but Glen’s gaze remained unwavering.

“It doesn’t matter who or how many. We simply erase them all.”
“As expected of the Head of House!”

Sheryl raised her fist and cheered.

“The Heavenly Sword Squad shall lead the charge!”
“Now, hold on….”
“Everyone, you’re getting far too excited.”

As Chad’s jaw trembled, Roen stepped forward with a gentle smile, blocking the two of them.

“As I’ve mentioned before, when a person has a purpose, they grow stronger. Young Master Raon is currently advancing faster than ever in preparation for his confrontation with King Roman, so it would be wise to leave him be.”

He smiled, recalling Raon, whom he had recently heard had improved his blood arts.

“Wouldn’t it be better to wait two and a half years and let Roman die of illness?”
“Illness? I haven’t heard that Roman suffers from any ailment….”
“Ah, it’s an assassination method I’ve been researching lately. The approach is quite simple.”

Roen smiled coldly and drew his joined fingers across his own throat in a slashing motion.

“Hmm, that’s not a bad idea.”

Glen nodded slowly, then settled back into the Jade Throne.

“I see. Since we still have plenty of time, we can dispose of them in two and a half years.”

Sheryl also stepped back, rotating her wrists. These two were discussing the Nambuk Alliance as though it were nothing more than a pebble to be swept away.

“Uh, um….”

Chad’s jaw quivered as he watched the three of them treat the Nambuk Alliance so casually. They were still people he couldn’t quite get used to.

“What is the Gwangpung Order doing these days?”

Glen observed Rimer huddled in the corner.

“R-recently, we’ve been focusing on sparring matches with other units.”

Rimer muttered his report while glaring at Chad, as if resenting his untimely arrival.

“I’ve been hearing strange rumors about the Gwangpung Order lately.”

Sheryl narrowed her eyes as she looked at Rimer.

“Huh? What rumors?”
“Not the Gwangpung Order, but the Mad Dog Unit.”
“Ah….”

Rimer bit his lip and looked up at the platform. Glen’s eyes gleamed with an intense, piercing light.

“Why are they called the Mad Dogs?”
“W-well….”
“They say it’s because, like mad dogs, they never retreat when facing enemies and bite through to victory. I’ve heard they sometimes bark like dogs too, though I haven’t witnessed that myself.”

Sheryl explained to Glen why the Gwangpung Order had earned the nickname Mad Dog Unit.

“In any case, the Gwangpung Order’s sparring record is quite impressive.”
“That’s right. From what I know, they’ve surpassed 25 victories in over 30 matches. Recently, they’ve been nearly undefeated.”

Chad nodded in agreement with Sheryl’s words.

“Raon is called the Mad Dog Trainer for how he commands these mad dogs.”
“Not bad at all.”

Glen nodded slowly. He seemed satisfied with both the nickname and the Gwangpung Order’s winning record.

“Young Master Raon appears to have a talent not only for martial prowess but also for handling people.”
“When we went on training together before, the unit leaders followed him well.”

Roen and Sheryl smiled in agreement.

“Rimer.”

Glen’s laughter died abruptly as he fixed his gaze upon Rimer.

“Yes?”

Rimer felt a chill run down his spine as he swallowed hard.

“I’m pleased to see the Gwangpung Order’s strength improving.”
“Th-the members have been kind enough to keep up with the training, that’s all.”
“Then tell me—where did the Gwangpung Order conduct their sparring match yesterday?”
“…Yes? Yesterday?”

A sparring match yesterday?

Raon and Dogyae had been handling the recent training, and yesterday I’d spent the entire day in cultivation practice—I knew nothing of this.

‘If I don’t know this, I’m dead….’

Every cell in my body screamed the same warning. Fail to answer this question, and I die.

‘We sparred with the Cheongung Unit first, then the Bicheon Unit. The third was….’

I racked my brain desperately, searching for the answer. Then it came to me—the only unit we hadn’t faced.

“The Cheoljeon Unit! It was the Cheoljeon Unit!”

Rimer thrust his fist upward as he shouted. But the pressure Glen exerted didn’t dissipate—it doubled, crushing down upon his shoulders.

“Ugh….”
“That fool—the Cheoljeon Unit was promoted to the Cheoljeon Squad last year.”

Chad whispered, his head turned slightly to the side.

“The commander of a unit doesn’t even know what training his members undergo or who they spar with?”
“I-I was occupied yesterday….”

Glen waved his hand dismissively as if he didn’t wish to hear more, and Sheryl and Roen slowly approached.

“You’re hopeless. I bet you lost money at the Gambling House again.”
“This time, I must confess my blood is boiling somewhat. Hehehehe.”

The two stood before Rimer with murderous intent blazing in their eyes.

“I spent the entire day yesterday just cultivating! Raon keeps putting me through training too….”
“Raon? How dare you, a wretch like you, speak so casually of the Head of House’s grandson?”
“Ugh!”

Sheryl kicked Rimer in the ribs and hurled him into the corner before beginning her assault.

Thwack! Crack! Thud-thud-thud!

Chad swallowed hard as he watched Rimer take the relentless beating.

‘Confirmed. Absolutely confirmed.’

The person the Head of House cherished most was Raon Zigheart.

The former Bi-Yeon Society leader Alisa’s prediction had been wrong. Not only Glen, but the true power brokers—Sheryl and Roen—treasured Raon above all others.

‘I can’t afford to waste time like this.’

To survive in the Zigheart family, he would need to win favor with none other than Raon. Chad rehearsed his greeting to Raon in his mind as he listened to Rimer’s screams.

“Bi-Yeon Society leader.”

Glen closed his eyes, then opened them and looked at Chad.

“Yes!”
“Recently, we received a request concerning the White Blood Cult, didn’t we?”
“A request from Granseville. Disappearances have been increasing sharply since late last year, and recently a corpse with flesh torn away was found at Molve Lake, so they suspect the White Blood Cult is responsible.”

Chad nodded, recalling the request that had arrived a few days prior.

“Did the requester have any special conditions?”
“They asked for a swift response, and if possible, they requested the Gwangpung Unit be sent. I believe it’s because of the achievement of the ‘Gwangpung Unit Commander’—or rather, ‘Gwangpung Unit Commander’—slaying the 4th Apostle.”
“I see.”

Glen nodded with a faint smile.

“Three months is quite the rest.”

They had done nothing but training and sparring all this time, so it was time to give those children real combat experience once more.

“I will assign a new mission to the Gwangpung Order.”

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