The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 379

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Chapter 379

“Master….”

I furrowed my brow as I looked at Rimer.

“What did you just say?”
“The first trial is tomorrow.”

Rimer lifted his chin confidently, his expression screaming ‘Didn’t I do well?’

“Sigh….”

I pressed my temples against the throbbing headache that weighed down my mind. That strange elf hadn’t changed one bit from before.

‘He’ll live a very long life.’

They say people die when they change suddenly, so this man must be destined for a long existence.

-That pointy-eared bastard never changes!

Wrath chuckled as he looked at Rimer.

-You’re not as bad as him, but you’ve certainly lost your mind.
‘He’s worse than me.’
-What nonsense! In all my years as the True Demon King, I’ve never seen anyone as mad as you!

He continued laughing, clearly amused by this chaotic situation.

“Sigh, Master….”
“You madman! If it’s tomorrow, there’s no time to prepare!”
“Will we have to pull an all-nighter?”

Burren Zigheart exhaled heavily and closed his eyes, Martha trembled with fists clenched as if ready to pounce, and Lunan’s eyes glistened with the thought of another sleepless night.

“That man. I’ve known he was obsessed with gambling since way back.”
“He wouldn’t deliberately do something like that to bet against us, would he?”
“If it’s the Master, it’s entirely possible.”
“Ugh, hearing that it’s one day before the test again….”

The Gwangpung Order members raised their swords as if ready to strike Rimer immediately.

“Now, now, everyone calm down.”

Rimer waved his hand soothingly while flashing an irritating smile.

“I’ve been saying this all along. What matters most for a Zigheart swordsman is the adaptability to move without panic in any situation. I didn’t forget and intentionally not mention it—I prepared all of this for your growth.”
“Huff….”

I exhaled in anger. Seeing how he inserted the word “forgot” just now, it was clear he had genuinely forgotten.
I had no idea when this elf developed such forgetfulness.

“Preparedness isn’t such an important factor for warriors. What matters most is what kind of training you do normally and what level of skill you possess.”

As Rimer muttered nonsensical words, I activated the Manhwa Palace’s energy. Four in my left hand, four in my right. I wrapped the Flawless Blade’s incantation around eight flying blades in total and unleashed them.

“So instead of resenting me, continue your training that you were doing… Gasp!”

Rimer was startled by the blades that approached silently, but he immediately drew his sword and created a gust of wind.
In a flash, a sword barrier shimmering with green light unfurled.

“That much won’t….”

I smiled coldly as I watched Rimer’s sword barrier.

‘It will be useless.’

This blade technique would be completely different from what I saw at the cliff.

The eight flying blades converged toward the center, pierced through the wind barrier Rimer had created, then scattered like dandelion seeds, targeting his vital points across his entire body. It was the Eight Blade Wind Direction, the ultimate technique of the Flawless Blade.

“Ugh!”

Rimer hurriedly retreated and swung his sword down, but due to the force contained in the blades, he managed to deflect only three of them.

Splat, splat, splat!

The remaining five blades transformed into blunt hammers and battered Rimer’s entire body.

“Ugh!”

Despite releasing aura at the last moment to cushion the impact, Rimer couldn’t overcome the force embedded in the blades and crashed his head into the ground.

“Owww!”

He let out a shriek and frantically rubbed the areas where the blades had struck him.

“W-why does this hurt so much! It feels like I was hit with a hammer, not blades!”

As Rimer thrashed on the ground like a turtle, I raised my finger.

“Stomp him.”
“I’m going first!”
“You’re done!”
“That guy deserves a beating!”
“If not now, we won’t get another chance!”
“Those blades really are fair. One hit for me, one hit for him.”

Burren and Martha rushed forward first, and the other members of the Gwangpung Order came running to stomp on Rimer.
Though they didn’t use aura, they all vented the frustration that had accumulated over time, trampling Rimer with genuine fervor.

“That’s enough.”

I waited until the Gwangpung Order had vented their grievances, then approached Rimer.

“Are you alright, Master?”
“Y-you unfilial wretch! A sneak attack while your teacher is speaking? That’s too much!”

Rimer pressed his swollen eyes and frowned.

“I was simply following what you instructed, Master.”
“What? When did I ever say….”
“Just moments ago, you said that what matters most for a Zigheart swordsman is the ability to respond without panic in any situation. I was testing your responsiveness, and it seems quite lacking.”

I recited Rimer’s words from moments before and offered a cold smile.

“Ugh….”

Rimer had nothing to say in response, given that those were his own words, and he lowered his head.

‘Ah, that feels refreshing.’

Now that Rimer, who was best at running his mouth, had fallen silent, the knot of frustration in my chest seemed to dissolve. The other members of the Gwangpung Order also wiped their chests as if relieved.

“We’re running out of time, so tell us now. What is the first trial?”
“Combat….”

Rimer pouted his lips and muttered the word “combat.”

“Tomorrow you’ll face off against the Cheoljeon Unit.”
“T-the Cheoljeon Unit?”
“That’s the military organization with the Main Lineage’s commander and vice-commander!”
“Why are you telling us this now when we’re about to fight them! You bastard!”

The members of the Gwangpung Order swallowed hard at the mention of the Cheoljeon Unit.

“What’s the format of the trial?”
“It’s a team battle taking place in the city streets.”
“Clashing with the Cheoljeon Unit in the city streets….”

I recalled the information about Units and Corps that Judith had given me.

‘The Cheoljeon Unit….’

It was a military organization with many Main Lineage members, and it hadn’t been long since it was promoted to Corps status.

The commander was Master-tier highest rank, and both vice-commanders were Master-tier lowest rank. That was old information, so even if they’d grown stronger, they were still opponents worth facing compared to other Corps.

‘However….’

The current Gwangpung Order isn’t sufficient.

The Cheoljeon Unit has accumulated extensive achievements over a long period and has been promoted through the Main Street, so they possess both superior martial prowess and experience compared to the Gwangpung Order.
If we engage them now before all the Saunhwan has been absorbed, victory will be difficult.

“C-can we actually win?”
“Well, it will be tough….”
“We didn’t even have time to prepare.”
“Sigh….”

Starting with Dorian’s fearful voice, the members of the Gwangpung Order began to tremble.

“We haven’t even fought yet, so why are you all already making those faces! Straighten your backs!”

Martha frowned as she observed the dejected members.

“You don’t know the outcome until you actually fight!”
“You don’t know what ice cream tastes like until you’ve tried it.”

Lunan spoke at unusual length, seemingly wanting to instill courage in the anxious members.

“That’s true.”

I smiled and took my place beside Martha and Lunan.

“However, it’s also true that there’s a difference in strength and experience, and that we lack time to prepare because of someone.”

As I said this, I glared at Rimer, who continued whistling as if he’d done nothing wrong.
I barely restrained myself from driving a dagger through those lips.

“Hey! Even you’re saying such things….”
“But!”

I cut off Martha’s words and looked toward the Gwangpung Order.

“If we have assistance, there’s no reason we can’t win.”
“Assistance?”
“What kind of assistance?”

Lunan and Dorian lifted their gazes.

“I will draw out the children buried deep within your hearts.”

I spoke and drew the Celestial Sword. The eerie sound of the blade leaving its sheath rang in the swordsmen’s ears.

“W-why did you suddenly draw your sword!”
“What are you trying to do now!”
“Why a sword instead of a dagger!”

The members of the Gwangpung Order trembled as they gazed upon the Celestial Sword, which radiated a biting chill.

“I just told you.”

I smiled coldly and concentrated my power into the blade.

“I will draw out the children buried in your hearts.”

Before becoming a Master, it was time to awaken the Gwangpung Order one last time.

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While the Gwangpung Order spent a week training between the Training Ground and the Cliff, Adis Sepia, the Merchant Guild Master of the Sepia Trading Company, had also arrived at Zigheart.

Adis Sepia knelt before Glen Zigheart and bowed his head.

“A humble merchant of Sepia greets the sky of Zigheart!”
“Your humility is excessive. Rise.”

Hearing a voice so heavy it seemed to crush bones, I lifted my head.
Golden hair and red eyes. A Northern giant whose presence was similar to Raon’s yet carried an entirely different weight. A chill ran down my spine as I met his gaze—eyes so devoid of warmth they seemed utterly parched.

‘So this is Glen Zigheart, the Northern Destruction King.’

Though I was meeting him in person for the first time, the pressure he exuded far exceeded what I had heard. Among all the leaders of the Six Emperors I had encountered, he stood unparalleled.

“I apologize for my late arrival.”

Adis bowed his head, keeping his hand on his stomach.

“I understand the Merchant Guild Master is busy. Please don’t concern yourself.”

Glen waved his hand, dismissing the unnecessary courtesy.

“I’m not fond of tedious pleasantries, so shall we proceed directly to the main matter?”
“That suits me as well.”

Adis nodded slightly.

“I hear you’re installing infrastructure around Zigheart and expanding the road networks.”

Glen’s eyes grew hollow with emptiness as he rested his chin on his fist.

“Even if the Sepia Trading Company is called the Sepia—a merchant house that lacks nothing—such an undertaking would require considerable capital and manpower. What is your reason for doing this?”

The gaze of the man known as the Northern Destruction King pierced down sharply. One false word would feel like my entire body was being torn apart.

‘I cannot lie.’

In this world, there are people whom lies can deceive, and those whom they cannot. The giant before me was the quintessential type for whom falsehoods held no sway. I needed to reveal my true intentions honestly.

“It is because of Raon, the Deputy Commander.”
“Raon?”
“Yes. After meeting him directly, I became certain that if I invested in Zigheart now, the returns would multiply several times over in the future.”
“Ahem!”

The moment Glen heard Raon’s name, he unclenched his fist from his chin and covered his mouth with his hand, letting out a loud cough.

“…Is that so?”
“Yes, indeed.”

Adis felt the pressure that had been weighing on his shoulders lighten, and he straightened his slightly bent posture.

“Why did you decide to invest in Zigheart after seeing that boy? Because of his martial prowess or talent?”
“No. It is because he is someone who knows how to move people.”
“Move people?”
“Everyone knows that Raon, the Deputy Commander, is a strong and talented warrior. If he continues to grow at this rate, he may one day become the greatest on the Continent. However, no matter how strong he is, if he were a selfish person, I would not have invested.”

A resolute intensity flashed across Adis’s eyes—the kind one would never expect from a merchant.

“I didn’t invest based on his martial prowess alone. I looked deeper and made my decision.”
“And what is that deeper thing you speak of?”

Glen tilted his head slightly, curiosity evident in his expression.

“It’s people. Raon doesn’t just transform himself—he transforms those around him. His seemingly effortless actions have a profoundly positive influence on countless individuals.”

Adis recalled Mark Goeten and his third daughter Pallen, both transformed through Raon’s influence, and offered a gentle smile.

“After witnessing Raon firsthand and feeling his presence, I resolved to invest in Zigheart.”

He bowed his head, speaking without a shred of deception about his reasons for coming here.

“Ahem!”

Glen’s face flushed slightly as he coughed more loudly than before. The hand covering his mouth trembled visibly.

“So that’s how it is. I understand now.”

His voice had grown remarkably softer compared to before, and the icy chill that had permeated the Audience Chamber seemed to warm as if a hearth had been lit.

“Sepia Commerce Lord?”
“Yes? Ah, yes!”
“Do you drink?”
“A… a little, yes.”
“Then let us have a drink together.”

Glen gestured toward a chamber on the right side of the Audience Chamber, beckoning Adis to follow.

“Of course!”

Adis nodded and followed closely behind Glen.

“Let us share a drink and you can tell me in detail what has transpired at your trading company.”
“Then, starting from when I administered the test….”
“No.”

Glen raised his hand to stop Adis mid-sentence.

“Not from there. Start from when Raon arrived until when he left.”
“B-but if I tell you all of that, it will take quite a long time….”
“That’s fine. Everything. Don’t leave out a single detail. There’s something interesting happening tomorrow anyway, so I’ll see that before I go.”

Glen clenched his fist as if he would strike if Adis spouted nonsense.

“U-uh….”

Adis trembled as he stared at Glen’s crimson-stained knuckles and cheek, his pale lips quivering.

‘W-what is this situation?’

Is he testing me?

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A dark night where pitch-black clouds had swallowed even the moonlight.

Raon stood at the center of the 5th Training Ground, surrounded by the Gwangpung Order with crimson eyes gleaming as they raised their blades.

Whoooosh.

From the mouths of the Gwangpung Order swordsmen came heavy, turbid breathing like that of beasts. As if transformed into ferocious predators, they erupted with savage killing intent and stamped the ground in unison.

The first to surge forward were three squad leaders.

Whoooosh!

From Burren’s blade came a piercing wind, from Martha’s blade fell a weight like a mountain, and from Lunan’s blade swept a cold so intense it could freeze bone.

Following the squad leaders, the Gwangpung Order swordsmen who burst forth unleashed a torrent of sword light that raced along countless trajectories, engulfing Raon’s surroundings like a tempest.

Raon thrust his blade toward the dark sky. From the sword’s edge bloomed radiant flowers that seemed to erase the darkness itself, consuming the space around him.

Whoooosh!

Manhwa Palace Flame Spirit. Hundreds of flaming petals scattered and collided with the sword strikes of the Gwangpung Order rushing forward.

Boom!

Intense shockwaves erupted in succession, sending the charging Gwangpung Order swordsmen flying backward to crash into the fractured earth.

Whoooosh!

But proving they were no ordinary squad leaders, Burren, Martha, and Lunan sliced through the Flame Spirit and charged toward me.

“Grraaaah!”
“Die already!”
“….”

I turned my gaze toward the three squad leaders wielding their distinctive martial techniques and drew the Celestial Sword upward from the ground.

Screeeech!

The blade rose while scraping across the fractured earth, meeting the sword strikes of the three squad leaders and unleashing crimson flames.

Boom!

A spinning sphere of heat shattered the sword strikes of Burren, Martha, and Lunan, triggering a tremendous explosion.

“Ugh!”
“Kyaaaah!”
“Nngh….”

The three squad leaders were sent flying even farther than the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen, crashing into the walls of the Training Ground.

I lowered my crimson-stained Celestial Sword and surveyed the now-devastated 5th Training Ground.

“Tch!”
“Damn it!”
“This time we won’t lose!”
“Even if we can’t kill him, we’re definitely landing at least one hit on that smug face!”

The Gwangpung Order members rose to their feet as if they’d already forgotten their recent defeat, their pupils ringed with a sickly yellow madness as they gripped their blades. They gnashed their teeth like rabid dogs, their killing intent surging upward.

“Damn it! This level of power without even using Aura Technique?”

Burren Zigheart bit his lip and drew out every ounce of aura he possessed.

“All he knows how to do is swing a sword….”
“And he’s got a pretty face too.”
“Whose side are you on!”
“Yours.”
“Grrrgh!”

Burren Zigheart and Lunan Slion glared at each other while bickering, yet their madness and murderous intent were both directed squarely at me.

Kuguguguguuu!

The aura of the Gwangpung Order, which had absorbed the lingering essence of the Saunhwan throughout the day of relentless beatings, surged skyward and unleashed a vicious momentum. It felt as chilling as a crazed beast baring its fangs and snarling.
A shiver ran down my spine.

-…Those guys seem to be going more insane by the second?

Wrath let out a hollow laugh at the sight.

‘That’s exactly what I need.’

That was the whole point.

I faced the madness of the Gwangpung Order bearing down on my entire body and broke into an exhilarated smile.

“Mad Dog Squad reborn.”
-What kind of dog merchant are you….

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