The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 372

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Chapter 372

“Raon.”

Just as I was wearing a sinister smile, Lunan Slion burst forward like lightning and thrust a square box toward me.
It was the bead ice cream box I’d seen many times before.

“Eat.”

She opened the lid and tilted it forward. Two scoops appeared—cookie and cream and mint chocolate ice cream.
She was even willing to give up the mint chocolate. The training must have been something she really didn’t want to do.

‘Where is she coming from…’

I examined Lunan Slion’s face hidden behind the box. Her vacant gaze and serene expression suggested she didn’t particularly dislike training.

‘She really just gave it to me to eat.’

While everyone else grimaced at the prospect of training, she casually offered ice cream as if it were the most natural thing. Every time I encountered this, she struck me as truly peculiar.

‘Her skills have improved considerably.’

Lunan Slion’s martial prowess had risen to a higher level than when she was at Owen.
For her realm to shift so dramatically from the upper echelon of Expert—a stage where progress came slowly—meant she must have been putting in grueling effort every single day.

-What are you doing!

Wrath stuck his tongue out at the sight of the ice cream.

-You can’t even refuse a gift! Eat it quickly!

He pounded my back like a drum, saying the ice cream would melt.

‘I need to put her through training.’
-Training can be done tomorrow, can’t it! If you’re going to kill her, kill her tomorrow!
‘I have no intention of killing her.’

I couldn’t understand why everyone was making such a fuss over what was merely a training exercise.

“Thank you.”

I accepted the box Lunan Slion offered and smiled.

“Yeah.”

Lunan Slion nodded as if urging me to eat quickly.

As the atmosphere softened, Burren Zigheart and Martha approached cautiously.

“R-Raon. It’s been a while. Did everything go well?”
“Why did you take so long! You said you’d be back right away!”
“There was more work than expected.”

I examined the two of them, my eyes narrowing slightly.

‘They’ve trained properly.’

Martha and Burren Zigheart had grown just as much as Lunan Slion. It was clear they had devoted themselves entirely to their training.

‘The others are the same.’

While not quite at the level of Lunan Slion, Martha, and Burren Zigheart, the other members of the unit had made remarkable progress. It seemed everyone had united their hearts to overcome the tedious and grueling training.
This level of achievement was certainly worthy of recognition.

-Slurp! You’ve all grown quite strong, haven’t you? Today I’ll slurp! forgive you all.
‘Wipe your mouth before you speak.’

Wrath focused only on his ice cream, drooling without even glancing at the unit members.

“They really trained hard while you were gone. He just got carried away by confidence, so don’t mind it. Why don’t you take it easy today?”
“Right. That bastard’s been spouting nonsense for days anyway.”

Burren Zigheart and Martha frowned and glared at Crain.

“That’s right, Vice Commander!”
“The handsome Vice Commander should take it easy!”
“Oh, we only just finished training a moment ago!”
“It’s getting late, so let’s start tomorrow!”

The other members of the Gwangpung Order rushed forward without missing the opportunity, forcing smiles onto their faces.

“….”

Lunan paid them no mind and simply stared at the ice cream box.

“You’ve certainly changed.”

I met the gaze of every member of the Gwangpung Order and nodded.

“It’s an achievement worth acknowledging, as you say.”
-Ohhhhh!

Wrath smacked his lips loudly, already imagining himself eating ice cream.

“Our Vice Commander truly has a generous heart!”
“We trained without missing a single day, after all.”

Burren and Martha smiled brightly, believing there would be no additional training.

“So I’ll give you an opportunity.”
“An opportunity?”
“What kind of opportunity?”

I pointed at Dorian, who was chewing on a pastry behind me.

“If you’ve truly trained diligently, you should be able to defeat someone like Dorian, who’s lost time traveling with me.”

I turned my finger toward Crain, who stood there looking bewildered.

“If Crain fights Dorian and wins, I’ll let you all go without issue, and I’ll give you free time tomorrow as well.”
-You really are….

Wrath, who understood the full situation, exhaled in exasperation.

‘Why not? Crain could win too.’

I chuckled as I looked at Dorian. Through this journey, he’d climbed to the peak of Expert rank and solidified his confidence.
Even if the squad leaders were formidable, Crain could absolutely crush him.

“But if you lose….”

I gazed down at everyone with eyes far colder than when I’d first met Raon.

“From now until sunrise tomorrow, it’s training.”
“Deal!”
“A bet like that? I’ll take it!”

Burren and Martha laughed broadly, clearly convinced Crain would win.

“Crain!”
“We’re counting on you!”
“Don’t just talk—make sure you win!”
“Crain! Show us the blood and sweat we’ve shed!”

The other members of the Gwangpung Order waved their hands and cheered, predicting Crain’s victory.
Since Crain was the vice-captain and had always been significantly stronger than Dorian, everyone already believed they’d won.

“V-Vice Captain!”

Dorian stepped forward with a flustered expression.

“Can I really beat the vice-captain?”
“Beat him? He’s not even paying attention. If you can’t finish it in one strike, you’re climbing that mountain alone all night.”
“Hic….”

Dorian closed his eyes for a moment, recalling his time in Rokan.

‘It was hell.’

While I was scaling the cliff face, Raon would roll boulders and trees down from the summit.
Of course, he’d saved me before I died, but because I’d felt what death truly was, I could never forget that experience.

‘And I was the only one in the Gwangpung Order who went through that!’

Only two people in this facility had endured that hell—myself and Mark Goeten. There was no way I could have done something so insane alone.

“Grraaah! I won’t die alone!”

When Dorian’s eyes snapped open, they blazed with azure fury. He rushed toward Crain, seized a training sword, and gestured sharply with his hand.

“Come at me!”
“You insolent brat!”

Crain glared at Dorian, his teeth clenched.

I stepped between the two of them and lowered my hand.

“Let’s settle this with steel, shall we?”

I raised my hand again as I spoke.

“Begin!”
“Hyaaaah!”

The moment the duel commenced, Dorian moved first. He brought his blade down with the desperation of someone backed into a corner, teeth gritted.

“Hmph.”

Crain snorted dismissively and raised his sword to block the trajectory.

“You’re still too hasty. At this rate, you’ll never defeat me in your entire life… Huh?”

He felt the force transmitted through Dorian’s blade and his eyes widened in shock.

‘What—what is this! Why is he so strong!’

He desperately poured his full strength into blocking Dorian’s strike, but it was already too late. The blade was already inches from his forehead.

“W-wait!”
“Hyaaaack!”

Dorian paid no heed to Crain’s plea and brought the sword down with full force.

Crack!

The practice sword drove straight into the center of Crain’s forehead, and he collapsed with his eyes rolling back.

Huff!

Dorian exhaled heavily, gripping the sword tightly in his hands.

“Can’t die alone. I can’t die alone! Even if I die, we die together….”

He muttered as though possessed, repeating that he couldn’t die.

“Ah….”
“What, what is this!”
“Crain lost? Even if today’s training was brutal….”
“Does this even make sense?”

The members of the Gwangpung Order stared with gaping mouths at the fallen Crain and the heaving Dorian.

“What did I just see?”
“I have no idea. Damn it….”

Burren Zigheart and Martha also trembled at this unforeseen turn of events.

Clap!

It was the sound of my hands clapping that broke through their confusion.

“The match is decided.”

I curled the corners of my mouth upward as the dazed swordsmen turned their gazes toward me.

“Now, no complaints, right? Then let’s go. Time for the real training I’ve prepared for you all.”

With those words, I hoisted the unconscious Crain onto my back. Everyone deserved equal opportunities to grow stronger, so I had no intention of leaving him passed out.

-This is….

Wrath trembled as he watched my back heading toward Bekmang Mountain.

—Even demons these days don’t do such a thing.

Betting with the outcome already decided—that’s something not even done in the Demon Realm. I can’t fathom how that devil’s mind is constructed.

—That bastard really does belong in the Demon Realm…no, wait! Just eat the mint chocolate first before you go!

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Glen Zigheart paced restlessly through the Audience Chamber, his eyes trembling with anxiety.

After circling the platform for some time, Glen settled onto the Jade Throne and leaned forward.

“Why.”

He lowered his brows as he looked down at Roen below the platform.

“It’s been quite a while since he said he’d passed through the main gate. Why hasn’t he arrived?”
“He appears to be showing consideration for the Head of House.”

Roen smiled faintly and bowed his head.

“Consideration?”
“Yes. Because the hour has grown late.”

He gestured toward the moon hanging in the sky.

“He likely thought it would be discourteous to meet now, so he’ll visit tomorrow instead.”

Sheryl also smiled, saying that Raon had done so out of consideration for Glen.

“Ahem.”

Glen cleared his throat and averted his gaze.

“Such consideration is hardly necessary. He’s simply wasting time with pointless gestures.”

He smacked his lips with a look of regret.

Roen and Sheryl gazed at Glen Zigheart with gentle smiles.

“Ah, shall I bring him here?”

Rimer, who had been leaning his back against a rounded pillar, raised his hand.

“I haven’t seen my disciple in ages either. Let me fetch him now. Why not.”
“No. He’s probably resting right now.”
“Not at all. Given that fellow’s temperament, he’s definitely at the Training Ground.”

Rimer clicked his tongue, muttering that they didn’t know Raon well at all.

“What should we do? Shall I bring him?”

He wagged his fingers side to side while looking at Glen Zigheart.

“….”

Glen Zigheart stared down at Rimer without answering.

“Ah, you seem reluctant. Then I’ll just go see him myself. I should share a drink with my disciple now that he’s over twenty. See you tomorrow then….”
“Rimer!”

As Rimer waved his hand and turned to leave, Glen Zigheart struck the armrest of the Jade Throne.

“…Bring him.”
“Pardon? It’s so quiet I can’t hear you!”
“B-bring him here.”
“What was that? A grandfather who doesn’t even look after his own grandson—I can’t understand what you’re saying!”
“You insolent….”

Thunder clouds bloomed thick in the air from Glen Zigheart’s fury.

“Whoa! If you drop this, I can’t leave! No, I won’t leave!”
“Ugh!”

At those words, the lightning energy filling the Audience Chamber dissipated in an instant.

“I knew Raon would take the direct approach!”

Rimer chuckled and opened the Audience Chamber door.

“I’ll bring him back shortly!”

He waved annoyingly and departed.

“When Raon returns, make sure to restrain him.”
“Yes.”
“Understood.”

Roen and Sheryl nodded simultaneously.

Sheryl gazed at the door through which Rimer had exited, her smile turning glacial.

“Looks like we’ll be disposing of one elf corpse today.”
“Hehehehe.”

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Burren scaled the cliff face of Bekmang Mountain, biting his lip.

‘How did Dorian become so formidable?’

Though I had witnessed only a single strike, I could sense that his martial prowess had transcended its former level entirely.
I had thought I experienced hell in this place, but it seemed true hell was standing beside Raon.

‘At least he didn’t impose anything too severe.’

Training to scale the cliff while suppressing one’s aura wasn’t particularly difficult, to be honest.

‘It was fundamentally basic conditioning, after all.’

Climbing a cliff face with bare hands has been one of the finest physical conditioning methods passed down since ancient times. Even during my trainee days, Rimer would irritably tell me to just climb mountains.

“I wondered what you’d prepared, but this is a breeze.”

Martha smiled, saying that scaling a cliff was as easy as eating rice cakes while lying down.

“Mmm….”

Lunan Slion climbed with such ease that he nodded off repeatedly.

“The Vice-Commander isn’t a demon after all.”
“Right. I thought my heart would drop—I figured this was a concentration-enhancement drill.”
“If it were, we’d have dug tunnels instead.”
“The Vice-Commander does have a conscience.”

The other members of the unit exchanged light conversation as they climbed, finding the training manageable.

“That’s not the kind of person he is….”

Crain furrowed his brow, a large lump swelling on his forehead.

“What do you mean?”
“The Vice-Commander, sir. He beat me until I was bruised to make me do this training—I don’t think he’d end it so simply.”
“He’s human too. He’s just being reasonable about it.”

Burren Zigheart shook his head, saying that Raon was fundamentally a good person.

“No, he is kind, but when it comes to training, he makes no compromises.

As Crain smacked his lips, a thunderous crash echoed from the cliff’s summit.

“What was that sound… Cough!”

Crain’s words were cut short as a falling stone struck him, sending him plummeting downward.

“Aaaaaahhhhh!”

He fell without catching anything, disappearing into the depths below.

“C-Crain!”
“W-What is this!”
“Why are stones suddenly falling….”
“What in the world is happening!”

Burren Zigheart, Martha, and the members of the Gwangpung Order all lifted their heads simultaneously.

Boom! Crash, crash, crash!

With the sound of the cliff crumbling, logs were plummeting from above.

“L-Logs?”
“Why would logs appear here!”
“This is insane!”

The Gwangpung Order members shrieked and scattered across the cliff face, desperately evading the falling logs.

“A safe place… Cough!”
“Yucan!”

Yet stones flew even into their hiding spots, and one by one they began plummeting to the ground below.

“Dodge!”
“S-Stones are coming!”
“If you fall, you’re dead!”

The Gwangpung Order members scrambled across the cliff face like insects in their desperate flight, but the stones came as if waiting for them, striking their vital points with precision.

“Aaaagh!”
“Ugh!”
“S-Save meeeee!”

The swordsmen vanished one by one, leaving only their final screams behind.

“Ugh!”

Martha barely dodged a stone that flew at her head, then lifted her gaze sharply upward.

“You crazy bastard!”

She glared up at Raon standing at the summit, cursing him viciously and grinding her teeth.

“Have you gone completely insane?! You’re going to kill all the kids… Ugh!”

Martha couldn’t finish her tirade before a stone struck her ribs, sending her crashing to the ground.

“Ah….”

Burren’s mouth fell open. Now only he and Lunan Slion—still sleeping—remained.

“L-Lunan! Wake up! At this rate we’ll really… Gahhh!”

As he tried to rouse Lunan Slion, a fist-sized stone came hurtling down from the summit.

“Hngh!”

Burren pressed himself flat against the cliff face, dodging the stone that whistled past his temple. But that wasn’t the end. Stones suddenly rained down from all directions as if they’d been waiting for this moment.

“I absolutely cannot die!”

He scaled the cliff with every ounce of strength he possessed, evading the barrage of stones that fell like a meteor shower.

Whoooosh!

Just as he barely dodged a stone aimed at his shoulder, another fist-sized rock plummeted toward his forehead.

‘This much is nothing.’

He smiled faintly and swatted the stone away, but a second one was right on its heels.

“That damned bastard… Cough!”

The second stone struck him squarely in the forehead, and strength drained from his hands and legs.

‘Psychopath. He even infused it with aura….’

Raon had truly lost his mind—he’d imbued the stones with aura that delivered mental shock. Burren couldn’t hold on without his strength.

Burren Zigheart lost consciousness as he fell from the cliff.

“Ah….”

I wanted to grab onto something midway through, but I had no strength left.

‘That madman is sending me to my death like this.’

I had desperately wanted to defeat my father.

When Raon helped me hide at the villa, I swore I would one day bring my father down, but I couldn’t achieve it. No, because of that man who helped me then, I’m about to die.

‘Goodbye, everyone… Ugh!’

As I contemplated death, something soft caught me from below.

“Ah….”

When I lifted my gaze, I saw the neat-looking middle-aged man who had come with Raon. He had caught my body without any impact whatsoever.

“Are you alright?”
“Y-yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

Burren nodded and stood on the ground.

“Squad leader. You’re late.”
“Still, you lasted the longest.”
“Phew, that was really terrifying….”

The other swordsmen sat on the ground without a single injury.

“Damn….”

Martha gnashed her teeth in frustration, striking the cliff face with her fist.

“Ugh.”

As Burren stood dazed, Lunan fell down with a faint groan.

The middle-aged man moved lightly, caught Lunan as well, and set him down on the ground.

“Thank you.”

Lunan Slion bowed his head without panic, as if he’d experienced such situations many times before.

“Now what should we….”
“Hey!”

As everyone stood uncertainly looking at each other, Raon’s voice rang out from atop the cliff.

“Don’t forget we’re training until sunrise! Get back up here!”

Hearing Raon’s cheerful and bright voice, the members of the Gwangpung Order’s eyes darkened with exhaustion.

“Ugh! Where are those ghosts and demons going! Don’t let them escape!”

Hearing Martha’s voice from atop the cliff, Wrath shook his head in resignation.

-Beef girl. My apologies.

Even the True Demon King cannot endure this….

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Raon smiled as he watched the members of the Gwangpung Order begin climbing the cliff again.

‘They certainly do have talent.’

The Gwangpung Order members, having been caught once, were now moving with anticipation of rocks flying down from above. Truly wise fellows.

“Dorian. You still have more logs and rocks, right?”

Raon extended his hand to the trembling Dorian beside him.

“It’s essential equipment, so we do have some….”
“I’ll resupply you later. Take them out.”
“Yes….”

Dorian nodded and reached into his waist pouch, pulling out a log and a boulder.

“Perfect.”

I left the log as it was and broke the boulder down to fist-sized chunks.

“Let’s goooo!”
“We won’t lose this time!”
“I need to climb up and throw a punch at that bastard to feel satisfied!”
“We won’t fall off no matter what!”

The Gwangpung Order members below were charging up with fierce battle cries, their passion burning brighter than before—fueled by their anger.

“Now that’s more like it.”

I smiled coldly and rolled the log toward the densest cluster of Gwangpung Order members.

Craaaash!

With a thunderous roar like a cliff collapsing, the log plummeted onto their heads.

“Ahhhhh!”
“Crain fell again!”
“Yukaaaaaan!”

Two members fell from a single log. Compared to my previous throw, which had sent over five tumbling down, this was a remarkable improvement.

I dropped logs in succession, eliminating over ten more contestants, then picked up a stone chunk.

“Now the real fun begins.”

Just as I was about to hurl the stone with a sinister grin, a cool yet gentle breeze swept across from behind.

“Why are you tormenting them the moment you arrive?”

I turned around at the sound of that carefree voice. Rimer was waving his hand with a smile similar to the one he wore when gambling.

“Master.”

Raon set down the stone and stood, studying Rimer carefully.

‘What is this?’

Since obtaining the artificial core, I had grown stronger with each passing day, yet now I sensed something different about him—as though a sharp bolt of lightning had woven itself through a cheerful breeze.

“So you weren’t just idling away your time.”
“No, I was definitely loafing around.”
“Hmm….”

I had offered what I thought was praise, only to receive an absurd rebuttal. Typical Rimer. The reality of being back with the Gwangpung Unit truly sank in.

“Stop playing and come with me.”
“Where to?”
“Now that you’re home, you should pay your respects to your elder first. The Head of House is looking for you.”
“At this hour?”

I had intended to visit the Patriarch’s Hall tomorrow since it was late, but I hadn’t expected him to summon me first.

“That’s right.”

Rimer nodded with a serene smile.

“Perhaps he means to give you a gift.”

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