The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 310

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Chapter 310

“I’m sick of this. Absolutely sick of it.”

Rimer shook his head as he made his way back to the Dormitory.

‘Why can’t he just say something?’

I understood Glen Zigheart’s conviction that he couldn’t embrace Raon with hands full of regret. But I couldn’t fathom why he insisted on pretending to be cold about it.

‘And yet he cares so much…’

Glen Zigheart had eventually ordered Roen to write down everything Raon said in a notebook. It was absurd that a man who wanted to compile his grandson’s sayings couldn’t even utter a single word of love.

“Sigh.”

Rimer exhaled deeply and closed his eyes.

‘He won’t listen anyway.’

I had told him that if he couldn’t approach first, he should at least reveal his true feelings. But the stubborn Glen Zigheart refused to take my advice, and whenever he saw Raon, he would furrow his brow with a cold expression.

“I don’t know anymore either.”

My head ached worse than when I was forced to gamble. I just wanted to drink something sweet and get some sleep.

“Hmm?”

As I arrived at the base of the Mountain and was about to enter the city, I sensed presences in the Thicket.

“Come out.”

Rimer narrowed his eyes and gestured with his hand.

Martha burst forth from the Thicket on the right with a rustling sound, her black hair cascading over her shoulders like the night sky.

“You should have told me sooner if you knew.”
“That’s not something a person hiding in the bushes should be saying….”

Rimer let out a hollow sigh with a displeased expression.

“What are you doing here?”
“I was looking for the Unit Master, but you suddenly left the city, so I’ve been waiting.”

Martha must have seen Glen climbing up the mountain.

“Wait at the Dormitory.”
“I have something I wanted to say to you personally.”
“Go ahead.”

Rimer leaned his back against a tree with his arms crossed.

“I want to learn the Sword Realm Manifestation.”

From Martha’s black eyes gazing at me, I could feel a determination as solid as stone.

“Sword Realm Manifestation, you say….”

Rimer smacked his lips and looked toward the thicket on the opposite side from where Martha had emerged.

“You two come out as well.”

At the command, Lunan Slion crept out from the left thicket, and Burren Zigheart descended from the tree behind.

“What, what?! You were here too?”

Martha’s mouth fell open as she looked at Lunan Slion and Burren Zigheart.

Rimer chuckled at Martha’s shocked expression. It seemed she had been so focused on tailing him that she hadn’t even noticed those two following behind her.

“I also want to learn Sword Realm Manifestation.”

Lunan Slion quietly raised his hand. It seemed he was asking to be taught the Sword Realm Manifestation as well.

“I would like to learn it too!”

Burren held his head high and shouted.

“Why is everyone suddenly acting like this? It’s annoying.”

Rimer waved his hand slowly as he looked at the three of them.

“As I’ve said before, there are few talents in the Six Emperors who can keep up with your level right now. Actually, there’s almost none, I’d say?”

It wasn’t a lie. The martial prowess of the Gale Wind Squad, who had overcome death with me countless times, could be called the strongest of this generation without exaggeration. They simply didn’t stand out because I was so overwhelmingly powerful, but they could be treated as promising talents wherever they went.

“That’s not enough.”

Martha stepped forward, biting her lip.

“The bastards I need to kill are up there in the sky. As long as I’m standing on the ground, I can’t face them!”
“Hmm….”

Her words weren’t wrong. Martha’s enemies were the 10th Apostle and the White Blood Cult Master. Especially the White Blood Cult Master—even if my power returned, she was a monster I couldn’t face.

“What about you two?”
“Raon and Martha are our comrades. We don’t want to see them kidnapped or suffering anymore.”

Burren clenched his fists, saying that his comrade’s enemy was his enemy.

“…That’s right.”

Lunan was about to say something but found it bothersome, so he simply agreed and nodded vigorously.

“S-shut up! This is my business! You all should st—”
“As long as you belong to the Gale Wind Squad, there’s no such thing as your business alone.”

As Martha was about to wave her hand, I dropped down from the tree where Burren had descended.

“Ugh!”
“Raon?”
“What—what are you doing coming out from there! I was sure no one was there!”

Martha gasped and widened her eyes, Lunan’s eyes gleamed with light, and Burren took a step back as if he’d seen a ghost.

“It looked fun watching you all move around like that.”

I shrugged lightly.

“You’ve all changed quite a bit.”

Rimer chuckled as he looked at the four of them.

“Martha, I’m right about this.”

He turned his gaze to Martha, whose eyes were narrowed, and shook his head.

“No one in the Gale Wind Squad treats a member’s circumstances as if they were someone else’s problem. It’s only grown stronger since I was kidnapped. You know this better than anyone, don’t you?”
“That’s….”
“If you insist on handling your situation alone, then I’ll fight the White Blood Sect however I please.”

I stepped beside Martha and lifted my chin.

“Me too.”

Lunan approached from the opposite side and nudged Martha’s shoulder with his own. His expression seemed slightly sullen at her words.

“Of course I’m going too. No, everyone in the Gale Wind Squad will go. Even if we all die!”

Burren snorted while keeping his arms crossed. His expression showed he would never back down.

“Ugh….”

Martha clenched her teeth but could say nothing more, closing her mouth.

“Martha.”

Rimer bent his waist slightly to meet Martha’s eyes.

“I’ve done little teaching, so I’m somewhat embarrassed to offer advice, but pain becomes half when shared. Once your heart grows a bit stronger, consider telling your circumstances to your comrades. It will ease your burden somewhat.”
“….”

Martha didn’t answer, but her expression didn’t seem displeased.

Clap!

Rimer clapped his hands loudly, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Then let’s get down to business. You all want to master the Sword Realm Manifestation, right?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Honestly, it’s a pain, but you lot did find your way here well enough.”

Rimer nodded with confidence.

“I’ve poured blood, sweat, and tears into creating the Sword Realm of the Zigheart bloodline all by myself, after all.”

He wiped away tears that weren’t even there and sniffled dramatically.

“And this recovery has allowed me to create a secret technique that minimizes side effects too.”
“Then, then….”
“But I can’t just hand over my secret technique that contains such tremendous effort.”

I was going to explain it anyway, but I figured this was a good opportunity to recoup some of the money Raon had squeezed out of me.

Rimer made a circle with his thumb and index finger—the gesture for gold coins.

“If you give me just 50 coins, I’ll explain everything. First….”

Before I could finish, a heavy pouch landed at my feet with a thud. It was the bag of gold coins Raon had thrown.

“Let’s begin.”

Raon snapped his fingers, urging me to hurry.

‘That, that bastard….’

Normally, this kind of transaction was supposed to start heavy and then increase the coin count if they tried to haggle—but this rich fool had thrown down 50 gold coins right from the start, ending it all.

‘Damn it!’

I should have asked for 100 coins from the beginning!

“You’ve already paid me, so why do you look so anxious? Let’s just get started.”

I chuckled as if I already knew what he was thinking.

“I really can’t stand this.”

Rimer exhaled deeply and pushed the fallen pouch of gold coins to the side. From its weight, it seemed to contain slightly more than fifty coins.

“First, all four of you can use Sword Realm Manifestation. Raon and Burren should be able to use the original Sword Realm Manifestation, while Lunan and Martha will need to use my method.”
“What’s the difference between the two?”

Martha swallowed dryly and stepped forward.

“Raon and Burren’s Sword Realm is free. You can imbue attributes or not, and you don’t have to use swordsmanship—you can pioneer your own path however you wish. But Lunan, Martha, and I must rely on the attributes we possess.”
“Ah, so then….”
“Exactly. Lunan is fixed with water attribute, Martha with earth attribute. This can never be changed. We’re substituting the power within their blood with extreme attribute force instead. Strictly speaking, it should be called Attribute Realm rather than Sword Realm.”

Rimer gestured toward Lunan and Martha with a faint smile.

“This is only possible because your attribute affinity is as high as an elf’s. Be grateful you were born with such blessed talent.”

He turned his gaze to all four of us.

“Since Sword Realm and Attribute Realm differ, the methods of opening them differ too. From today on, Martha and Lunan will train in cultivating attribute power and mental imagery training. This is separate from basic training. You must do it additionally.”
“Of course!”
“Yes.”

Both of them nodded as if it were obvious.

“Raon and Burren. Focus on mental imagery. Cultivate your imagination through meditation. You two have additional training as well.”
“Is this different from the mental imagery during sword training?”

Burren tilted his head curiously.

“Good question. Simply put, Sword Realm is a barrier or formation—drawing your enemy into a space where you have the advantage. What do you need for that?”
“I need to know what I’m good at and what gives me an advantage. It’s also important to understand how I appear to my enemy.”

I answered without hesitation.

“Hmm….”

Rimer narrowed his eyes.

‘As expected, this fellow has stepped into it.’

Judging by what he said, unlike the others, Raon had already taken one step into the Sword Realm. I barely held back the words “insane” from escaping my lips.

‘Still, it will take quite some time.’

Now that he’d just begun, even at the fastest pace, it would take at least three years before he could open even half of the Sword Realm. If he could manifest the Sword Realm before the duel with the Demon King, that would be perfect.

“Raon is right. Continuously imagine what you excel at and how your enemies perceive you. Think about how to grow stronger, how to defeat your adversaries. Break through the mental limits in your minds and advance deeper and further.”

The most important elements of the Sword Realm were accumulated experience and the imagination to wield that experience. If these two were properly cultivated, those four had sufficient capacity to employ the Sword Realm.

It seemed I only needed to offer one final piece of advice.

“What is that?”

Rimer pointed his finger toward the moon.

“It’s the moon, isn’t it?”
“A crimson moon.”
“The moon?”
“No, I was pointing at the sky?”

Rimer laughed with a teasing grin, spinning around to face the four of them.

“Huh?”
“But….”
“In the end, the moon is merely floating in the sky.”

Burren and Martha began to protest, while Raon and Lunan remained silent.

“There’s a saying called ‘pointing at the moon with a finger’—it means foolishly seeing only the finger instead of the moon.”
“Hmm….”
“What you need to focus on now is swordsmanship and aura. Even if you perfect the Sword Realm, without advancing your martial prowess, you will never achieve the destructive power you’re hoping for.”

Rimer’s eyes gleamed with a serious light.

“Do not fall into the folly of watching the finger that points at the moon instead of the moon itself. Focus on your martial studies and aura cultivation. If time remains after that, practice your Sword Realm techniques. You all understand what I mean.”
“Yes!”
“Thank you!”

Raon, Burren, Martha, and Lunan all bowed their heads respectfully.

“Then go. I need to recite the attribute-strengthening incantation. Martha and Lunan, move by my side tomorrow.”
“Understood.”
“Yes.”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan bowed to Rimer before heading back to the Dormitory.

“Commander.”

I did not follow the three and instead stood before Rimer.

“You were quite serious today.”
“Seeing the light in your eyes, I couldn’t bring myself to jest.”
“I expected as much, so I added a bit more myself. Thank you.”

I bowed respectfully and headed toward the Dormitory.

“Hmm!”

Rimer picked up the pouch of gold coins from the ground with a satisfied smile.

‘It’s certainly heavy.’

Though I’d felt it when I set it aside, the pouch weighed far more than fifty gold coins. Even a rough estimate suggested it held around a hundred.

‘He wouldn’t carry around just fifty, would he.’

I muttered that I’d struck gold and opened the pouch.

“Huh?”

And I froze in place.

“M-many. There’s quite a lot, but….”

The pouch was indeed heavy with coin, yet the gleam was not the brilliant gold I’d anticipated—it was the dull, muted sheen of silver.

“These are silver coins!”

Rimer let out a shriek and rushed toward me.

“You swindling bastard! Where did you get silver coins from….”
“A swindler? I gave you 108 coins.”

I opened my mouth wide in genuine bewilderment.

“108 coins or not! These are silver coins, not gold!”
“I never said I would give you gold coins.”
“You clearly said gold coins….”
“The Unit Leader never mentioned gold coins either.”
“Ah….”

Rimer’s eyes rolled back in realization.

‘Right… he didn’t say that.’

It had been a mistake to avoid mentioning gold coins, trying not to appear mercenary now that the atmosphere among the unit members had improved.

But who would think of silver coins in such a situation? By unspoken agreement, gold coins were naturally assumed.

“When you’re teaching such a secret technique, of course it’s gold coins! Who would ever give silver….”
“I see you teach lessons about such matters as well. I haven’t conducted many transactions like this, so I was unaware of the convention.”

I smiled and scratched my head.

“I’ll be more careful next time.”

With that, I waved my hand and departed.

“Ah….”

Rimer let the pouch slip from his grasp and drop to the ground.

“That demonic bastard….”

This is going to become a massive problem.

A truly filthy, enormous one….

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I followed the group at a zombie-like shuffle, clicking my tongue in frustration.

‘This isn’t easy.’

Thanks to Rimer and Wrath’s guidance, I’d been unfolding my sword within my mental landscape for years now, but constructing a Sword Realm was an entirely different matter.

Considering the sword technique that could advance me furthest, the technique I was most confident in at present, and the most efficient techniques for facing diverse opponents—progress had ground to a halt.

‘There’s no end to it.’

Now I understood why Rimer had instructed me not to neglect basic training and to save Sword Realm cultivation for last.

‘Still, if I keep at it, I’ll improve.’

In both my past life and this one, I’d lived far removed from surrender. Even if it took ten years to master the Sword Realm, I would develop steadily and achieve the realm I desired.

-Hey there.

Just as I was about to resume my sword training within my mental landscape, Wrath’s head suddenly popped out from the ice flower bracelet.

-That bastard’s trying to get himself killed.

Wrath pointed at Rimer, who was sprawled out limply on his horse, his entire body sagging.

‘Hmm….’

I smacked my lips as I observed Rimer’s vacant, glassy eyes.

‘He’s still in that state.’

It had been four days since I’d put silver coins in the gold pouch, and Rimer remained utterly dazed by the shock.

‘I should take care of him.’

I’d only been carrying silver coins—I hadn’t intentionally meant to tease Rimer. I resolved to give him a generous allowance once we returned.

-While you’re at it, take care of the True Demon King as well.
‘What….’
-A set of bead ice cream in mint chocolate flavor would suffice, yes.

His shamelessness was so brazen I couldn’t even find words. I had no idea where such cotton candy had come rolling from.

‘You really….’

As I pushed Wrath away, the leader’s footsteps crested the hill and came to a halt.

Following the freshly made footprints forward, a colossal silver castle came into view beyond the hill.

Gooooo!

The castle emanated a noble and majestic aura as if it were an uninhabited fortress.

‘It’s different from Zigheart.’

While Zigheart was rough and violent, the Owen Royal Castle radiated an aura that was both upright and sharp.

-Hmm!

Wrath, his face half-squashed from being pushed, let out an exclamation upon seeing the castle.

-There’s quite a formidable one there too. That aura reaches all the way here.
‘Indeed.’

I gripped my sword as I gazed toward the heart of the castle.

‘Because he’s there too.’

The third transcendent of the Six Emperors.

It was when I met the man known as the Silent Sword Master.

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