The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 422

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Chapter 422

The next morning.
The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Unit entered the Training Ground upon hearing Raon’s summons.

“Weren’t we supposed to rest until tomorrow?”

Burren Zigheart, the first to arrive, rolled his shoulders as if his body felt stiff, and took his place before the Platform.

“Exactly! Why are you calling us out at this ungodly hour!”

Martha frowned without bothering to smooth down her disheveled hair, which stuck up like a magpie’s nest.

“Yaaaawn….”

Lunan Slion yawned like a hippopotamus, his eyes still closed as if sleep had not yet released its grip.

“What’s this about now? Did anyone hear anything?”
“No idea.”
“He’s always been impulsive like this….”
“Why hasn’t the Unit Leader shown his face since yesterday?”

The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Unit bore dark circles beneath their eyes, evidence of their indulgence the previous day.

“S-something feels off….”
“This is really strange….”

Dorian and Crain swallowed hard, their danger senses activated as they surveyed their surroundings.

Tap!

Just as everyone in the Gwangpung Unit tilted their heads in confusion, Raon emerged from the Indoor Training Hall.

“Everyone’s here.”

I climbed onto the Platform, a subtle smile playing across my lips.

-Looking at that wicked grin, it seems you’re planning to torment us again.
‘That can’t be it.’

I have no intention whatsoever of tormenting them. My genuine wish is simply for all of them to flourish. Even if my methods become a touch severe….

“Didn’t I tell you to rest until tomorrow?”

I swept my gaze across the weary swordsmen of the Gwangpung Unit, arms folded across my chest.

“That’s right!”
“Don’t interrupt our rest—just leave!”
“We’re terrified of what task you’ll assign us!”

The Gwangpung Unit swordsmen furrowed their brows, insisting they not be disturbed from their rest.

“You’re really going to rest?”

I took a step forward toward the platform.

“Huh…?”
“W-what do you mean by that?”
“You’re really resting?”

The Gwangpung Unit swordsmen blinked rapidly, unable to comprehend my words.

“I’m granting you rest until tomorrow, but the question is whether you’ll actually rest.”

I looked down at the Gwangpung Unit swordsmen, my gaze turning cold and sharp.

“We haven’t even engaged in combat on the way here—we’ve only traveled. And you want to rest for two whole days? When mountains of sword techniques and footwork still need to be mastered, and training awaits? You want to play again? When Zigheart’s enemies fill the world, you want to rest again?”
“Ah….”
“Ugh….”

Each time I emphasized the word “again,” the Gwangpung Unit trembled and bowed their heads lower.

“Yes, you can play. You’re allowed to play. You can play to your heart’s content! Eat, rest, sleep—all permitted. But I wonder if you’ll be able to keep up with my training afterward. That’s when it becomes true hell—an inescapable living nightmare.”

The word “hell” carried such weight that the Gwangpung Unit swordsmen bent so low their heads nearly touched the ground.

“I-I will….”
“Training! Just do it!”
“Don’t give us rest—just make us train from the start!”
“This is seriously too much!”
“You give us poison, then medicine!”

The Gwangpung Unit swordsmen cried out in anguish, lifting their heads.

“Let me ask again.”

I raised my hand, deliberately ignoring the Gwangpung Unit’s resentful outcries.

“Is there anyone who wants to play today?”
“….”

Naturally, no one raised their hand.

“I’m moved that the unit members are participating in training of their own volition. I look forward to your continued active participation.”

I nodded with satisfaction, speaking like a military commander.

-Does ‘voluntary’ mean something different in the human realm than in the Demon Realm….

Wrath tilted his head, scratching his ear with a round hand.

“Damn it!”
“That demon bastard! No, you son of a True Demon King!”
“You’re never going to die a peaceful death!”
“Ghost, what are you doing! Why aren’t you dragging that human away!”

The Gwangpung Unit shrieked and scattered throughout the Training Ground, beginning their preparations.

-I’m sorry….

Wrath hung his head like a defeated warrior.

-The ghost achieved enlightenment, and the True Demon King was captured….

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I oversaw the Gwangpung Unit’s training until noon, then made my way to the Medical Office where Mustan was being treated.

Mustan still hadn’t regained consciousness, and sitting beside him was not a healer, but the Sword Ghost himself.

“How is he doing?”
“Recovery will take some time, but his condition isn’t critical.”

The Sword Ghost nodded awkwardly, glancing up at me with a wry expression.

“There shouldn’t be any lasting complications—he stopped just before it became life-threatening.”
“That’s a relief.”
“Did you perhaps study the art of beating someone senseless? You worked him over with almost artistic precision.”

He spoke with crude language that belied his refined appearance, exhaling a breath of admiration.

“My apologies. I lost control of my strength after hearing your master’s insults.”
“Ahem, well… I have nothing to say about that. I’m sorry.”

When I explained, somewhat embarrassed, that it was because of Rimer’s words, the Sword Ghost’s eyes narrowed.

“I failed to educate my disciple properly. When he wakes, I’ll give him a proper scolding.”

The Sword Ghost bowed his head, accepting that he deserved criticism on that account.

“No, please don’t.”

I shook my head, observing the Sword Ghost carefully.

‘He’s quite different from what I’d heard.’

The Sword Ghost had a reputation for being as cold and sharp as his piercing gaze, but spending time with him revealed a warrior of exceptional character.
I couldn’t fathom why someone like him would take such a reckless fool as his disciple.

“When Mustan wakes up, please have him take this.”

I placed the internal injury medicine I had brought onto the table.

“You must have sustained internal injuries as well, so this should help with your recovery.”
“Thank you.”

The Sword Ghost accepted the medicine without hesitation.

“Then I’ll visit again later.”

I bowed and turned to leave, but stopped and looked back at the Sword Ghost.

“And from now on, please speak more casually with me. You’re far my senior, and it makes me uncomfortable.”

The Sword Ghost had maintained formal speech since our first meeting until now, so I asked him to drop the formality.

“That’s… something I’ll do later.”

The Sword Ghost’s expression suddenly grew weary, as if he had aged several years, and he shook his head.

“…I understand.”

Sensing there was something troubling him, I didn’t press further and left the Medical Office.

“….”

The Sword Ghost gazed at the door through which I had departed, exhaling a quiet breath.

‘How well you’ve grown.’

He gently touched the wooden box containing the internal injury medicine I had left behind, a faint smile crossing his face.

“I wish I could see you soon.”

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After lunch, I made my way to Milend’s office.
His workspace retained its modest character as always, yet one detail stood distinctly different.

“What is that?”

The red-haired elf, thoroughly intoxicated, lay curled in the right corner, snoring softly.

“She drank here and collapsed on her own.”

Milend set down his teacup and released a weary sigh.

“I cannot fathom how Zigheart’s composed sword master became such a fool.”

He shook his head, remarking that there was no limit to how far a person could deteriorate.

“I understand. The commander thought this was the end, so he dug tunnels and burrowed deeper.”

I clicked my tongue while watching Rimer mumble in his sleep, scratching his belly.

“You didn’t come here looking for that drunkard, so why are you here?”

Milend swept the documents on the desk to the side and looked up.

“There’s something I wanted to ask you about.”
“Something you wanted to ask?”
“Yes. Have the number of monsters decreased recently? I’ve barely seen any….”
“I wanted to discuss that very thing.”

He struck the desk with his palm and nodded.

“Remarkably, ever since you departed, the monster population has noticeably dwindled. The creatures emerging from the waves have decreased by more than twofold compared to before.”

Milend beamed with a broad smile, noting that casualties had consequently plummeted.

“It seems you were our good fortune charm all along.”

He approached and grasped my hand gratefully.

“Wait? The lucky charm is mine! My fortune. My wealth. But where did all my money go… Ugh!”

I gave Rimer a light kick as he thrashed about in his sleep, shoving him into the corner.

“That worked out well.”

I smiled as I watched Milend’s brightened eyes.

‘He kept his promise.’

I had asked Sloth to manage the monsters a bit, and it seemed he had adjusted their numbers appropriately.

‘Fortunately, he’s still here.’

That indolent Demon King would never do such a thing after leaving this place. He was definitely still at the peak of Sturrin Mountains.

“Lord Milend, would it be alright if I made a trip to Sturrin Mountains?”
“Sturrin Mountains? What for?”
“I’d like to revisit it after so long. And I wanted to check if the monsters have decreased as you mentioned.”
“Then I’ll prepare the Scout Unit.”

Milend nodded in understanding.

“No, thank you. I’d prefer to go alone. I’m planning to move at a speed that would be difficult for the Scout Unit to keep up with.”
“True, no one has visited that mountain more often than you, so it should be fine.”

He waved his hand as if to say he trusted me.

“I’ll return quickly.”

I bowed my head and turned toward the door again.

“Oh, wait.”

Milend pointed at Rimer, who was sleeping and snoring.

“Take that with you on your way.”
“….”

I shrugged my shoulders with a sullen expression.

“Someone I don’t know….”
“Hey!”

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I packed my belongings lightly and departed from the Lower Castle.

Standing upon the pristine snowy plain that no one had yet traversed, my chest felt refreshingly open and clear.

‘They say the snow here is truly the finest in the world.’

True to its reputation as the place where the whitest snow fell, the very sensation of treading upon it felt delightful.

‘Shall I go?’

Without needing to recall old memories, I began moving toward the Sturrin Mountains visible in the distance, practicing my footwork.

‘This won’t be a bad opportunity to train my movement techniques.’

Since there was considerable distance to the Sturrin Mountains, it seemed better to conduct proper footwork training while traveling rather than simply running with practiced steps.

I advanced toward the Sturrin Mountains while practicing the harmonization of multiple martial arts within my Flowing Harmony technique.

Because my martial prowess had fundamentally elevated to a different tier, I managed to reach the foothills of the Sturrin Mountains before nightfall, despite conducting training along the way.

I gazed up at the mountain, narrowing my eyes slightly.

‘The population of monsters has truly diminished.’

Originally, the Sturrin Mountains were teeming with powerful monsters, but contrary to what Milend had mentioned, the presence of monsters I could sense was far fewer than expected.

‘How did they manage that?’
-How should I know.

Wrath gazed up at the Sturrin Mountains, his expression darkening.

-I put them all to sleep.
‘Put them to sleep?’
-Sloth spread the aura of sloth and put all the monsters in this place to sleep.

That lunatic was controlling the monster population by putting them to sleep, I muttered to myself.

‘Put them to sleep?’

I opened Seolhwa’s senses and examined the monsters more carefully.
Just as Wrath said, the monsters were asleep with shallow breaths, like bears in hibernation.

‘It’s really true.’

Spreading the aura of sloth around the mountain to put the monsters to sleep—it was an unconventional yet efficient solution.

“Impressive.”

I chuckled softly and began climbing Sturrin Mountains.

“Grrrrr.”
“Kyaaaaaah!”

However, Sloth hadn’t put everyone to sleep, so a pack of Ice Trolls appeared, catching the scent of humans.

“Grrk?”
“Kruu….”

They approached with clubs raised as if ready to charge at any moment, but the instant our eyes met, they froze in place.

“Kruuuu….”
“Kiiiii….”

Without even raising my momentum or deploying my aura, the Ice Trolls trembled violently throughout their entire bodies like their tails had multiplied a thousandfold, terrified by nothing more than meeting my gaze.

‘Instinct.’

Their wild instincts had issued a warning, leaving them unable to attack and frozen in place like statues.

‘I can really feel how much stronger I’ve become.’

When I first came to this place, I had fought for my life against those ice trolls, but now seeing how they cower just from meeting my gaze, I could feel my own growth.

“Back away. I have no intention of touching you.”

I waved my hand dismissively at the intimidated monsters and continued climbing the Mountain.

Stronger monsters than the ice trolls appeared intermittently, but they too froze in place the moment our eyes met, rendered speechless as if their tongues had been stolen.

As I climbed along the Gorge, sharp as an axe blade, daylight had already broken across the sky.

Near the summit, I tried to pick up my pace when a languid scent washed over me, as if all the strength were draining from my body.

“What is this?”

Though invisible to the eye, a hazy black light seeped up from the entire Mountain Peak, forming a massive semicircular Barrier.

‘A protective shield?’

Despite its vast range, the energy felt so solid that it seemed impossible to break through easily.

‘This is….’
-Hehehehe.

As I frowned at the Wall, Wrath let out a thin, knowing laugh.

-So it finally appeared.

Wrath nodded broadly as he gazed at the hazy black Wall.

‘Finally appeared? Do you know what this is?’
-It is a Barrier, it is.
‘A Barrier?’
-Indeed it is. That sluggish bastard has erected a Barrier so that no other beings may enter.

He smacked his lips, saying it had been ages since he’d seen Sloth cast a Barrier.

‘What’s the effect of the Barrier? Surely it doesn’t put you to sleep when you approach?’
-It is not such a thing. The moment you draw near this place, troublesome feelings will naturally arise, and your desire to climb the Mountain will vanish. For laziness too is a power of sloth.

Wrath muttered that it was a method that worked on both humans and monsters alike.

-However, for someone like you who can sense the power of sloth, I don’t create annoyance—instead, I build a wall this solid.

He tapped the black wall of light that Sloth had created with the back of his hand, sticking out his tongue mockingly.

-Even if a weakling like you pounded on this wall for a hundred years, it wouldn’t crack! You’ve done such futile work!
‘So you knew about this all along?’
-I am the Lord of Wrath, of course I knew!

Wrath chuckled, saying I’d worked hard to get this far.

-I pretended not to know just to see that flustered expression on your face!
‘This bastard….’
-It’s been so long since I’ve seen that frustrated look on your face. It feels refreshing!

Wrath made a throat-cutting gesture with his thumb, saying he was avenging the two slices of pineapple pizza he’d left uneaten yesterday.

‘Anyway….’

That gluttonous Demon King is useless.

Raon shook his head in dismay. The Lord of Wrath was more like the Lord of Childishness. I didn’t want to deal with him.

‘But it does look solid.’

I bit my lip while observing Sloth’s barrier.
Until now it had been concealed and I couldn’t feel it, but now that it was visible, I could sense a power so immense it made my skin crawl.

Just as Wrath said, the power of sloth infused in the barrier was so strong that no swordsmanship I could use right now would be able to break it.

‘I still have a long way to go.’

I couldn’t settle for Master-tier peak as I’d resolved not long ago. I had to stop being satisfied with my current state and advance faster.

“Then do we have to wait until Sloth wakes up?”
-You fool. Once Sloth falls asleep, he doesn’t wake up for years at a time. He’ll never wake unless you get close and beat him senseless.

Wrath let out a mocking laugh, saying that no matter what I did, it would all be futile.

-How does it feel to stand before a wall you can never break? Your insides must be churning, yes? The True Demon King experiences that sensation every single day!

He unleashed his mockery in rapid succession, unwilling to let this opportunity slip away.

-If you manage to breach that wall and enter within today, I shall grant you my own stats and traits directly!

Wrath chuckled softly, muttering that such a thing would never come to pass. His expression was one of pure happiness—the kind you’d only see on someone savoring a slice of pizza.

-But if you fail to break through, you’ll order five pineapple pizzas on the way back and eat them all!
‘Remember that promise well.’

I will shatter this barrier no matter what it takes.

I steadied my breathing and reached my hand toward Sloth’s barrier.

Whoooosh.

I was attempting to gauge its strength by touching the barrier directly, but my arm parted through the black energy as though plunging into water, slipping smoothly inside.

-Huh…?
“What?”

I opened my mouth wide and pushed my left arm into the barrier as well. Again, it passed through without any resistance whatsoever.

“It’s working?”

Far too easily, at that.

-Wha? Wha-what? What-what-what-WHAT?!

Wrath’s eyes bulged like those of a freshly caught fish.

-What in the blazes is this?!

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