The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 434

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Chapter 434

“Your time is up, Lectar. Do not concern yourself with this.”
“That may be true for training, but Raon hasn’t even eaten breakfast. Surely it’s only right that he has a proper lunch.”

Glen, who had brought Nadin bread, and Lectar, who insisted they go to the Annex Building for lunch, clashed once more.

“The boy is still in his growth years, is he not?”
“A boy….”

Glen’s brow furrowed at Lectar’s insistence on calling Raon a boy.

“Raon is of the Zigheart household. I shall see to his needs myself.”
“Of course I understand. However, we are not in the midst of war, nor is training so urgent that it cannot wait. A properly prepared lunch seems far more appropriate than Nadin bread.”

Lectar’s expression hardened as he gazed at the Nadin bread in Raon’s hand.

“And yet someone who knows so much let him skip breakfast and only train?”

Glen lifted his chin challengingly toward Lectar.

“Well, that is….”

Lectar had no response to that point and lowered his gaze.

“In any case, eating that rubber-tasting bread is hardly beneficial for Raon. Please ensure he has proper meal times.”
“Taste is irrelevant to a warrior. The boy prefers training to meals, so he would actually welcome the time saved.”

Glen withdrew a second Nadin bread from his pocket and bit into it himself.
Though the unpleasant rubber taste surely filled his mouth, his expression remained utterly unchanged—the very picture of leading by example.

“Moreover, Nadin bread is not merely for filling the belly. It contains sufficient nutrients, which is why it is called an essential item for those in training. Surely you know this well, Lectar.”
“Of course I have eaten plenty of it. That is precisely why I wish to prevent it. The taste is dreadful, is it not? It will surely affect his training.”

Glen declared they should begin training immediately after eating the Nadin bread, while Lectar advised that a meal with at least some nutrition and flavor would be better.
Neither yielded an inch as their debate intensified.

“Hmm….”

I watched Glen and Lectar bicker, moistening my lips with my tongue.

‘My mouth is getting dry.’

Seeing Glen and Lectar engage in childish arguments not just at dawn but again in broad daylight, I found myself at a loss for what to do.

“Your time is finished. Do not interfere and step back.”
“If you simply provide a meal, I will naturally leave. The Annex Building should have food prepared, so why are you trying to settle for bread?”

The two of them hadn’t drawn their blades, but their faces had flushed red with genuine anger. I couldn’t fathom where this had all gone wrong.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled as I watched sparks crackling between Glen and Lectar’s gazes.
Neither showed any sign of backing down, and a subtle aura began to emanate from both of them as a violent gust of sand whipped up in the center of the Training Ground.

‘Actually, the Head of House is right this time.’

Eating bread is nothing serious.

-What do you mean right?! Eating that dreadful thing?! Blood truly runs true! A tongue monster, that’s what he is!

Wrath drummed his shoulders like a drum, insisting that this time I should follow bonds rather than bloodline.

“Raon!”

Glen and Lectar turned to face me simultaneously.

“What do you want to do? Will you begin training immediately, or do you intend to waste time eating?”
“You went hungry at dawn as well. You should eat a proper meal.”

The two of them, desperate to outdo each other, each bombarded me with the merits and drawbacks of eating and training.

-Food! Of course food! The Charm Girl must have laid out delicious dishes, so we should at least take a look!

Wrath’s eyes widened as he screamed for me to eat, pleading desperately.

‘I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.’
-Huh?
‘It’s my turn to take the Head of House’s side.’

Since I’d sided with Lectar this morning aside from meals and the Nadin bread, it was time to stand with Glen instead.
I needed to learn martial arts from him—there was no point in putting him in a bad mood.

“I’ll eat this one.”

I swallowed the Nadin bread I’d been holding in one gulp.

-Gaaaaaahhhhh!

Wrath screamed like a Demon Lord defeated by a hero, his mouth filled with the soggy, rubbery taste, and collapsed.

‘It’s not that bad.’

I chewed and swallowed the Nadin bread slowly without any fuss, as if I were eating savory bread with sausage, and nodded.

“Let’s begin training.”

At those words, a refreshing smile spread across Glen’s face, while Lectar’s brow furrowed like crumpled paper.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled a heavy sigh as I watched Glen and Lectar’s starkly contrasting expressions.

‘My spirit is more exhausted than my body….’

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I sent Lectar away and licked my lips as I watched Glen’s victorious smile.

‘I really have no idea how this is all working out.’

I couldn’t quite understand why Glen and Lectar were competing to teach me swordsmanship, but I had no time for such leisurely thoughts.

‘This is a rare opportunity that won’t come again easily.’

Both the Northern Destruction King’s House and the Sword Ghost were warriors of such formidable power that even Wrath, the Lord of Wrath himself, acknowledged their strength. I had to seize every second to extract the essence accumulated by these two masters of the blade.

“Raon.”
“Yes.”

I stepped forward at Glen’s call.

“The sword techniques I need to teach you are the Changing Sword, the Flowing Sword, and the Linked Sword, correct?”
“That’s right.”
“Simple ones, then.”

Glen’s eyes gleamed with an icy chill as he dismissed all three techniques as paths that weren’t particularly difficult.

‘They’re not simple at all….’

My heart tightened under his gaze. The way he looked at me suggested that if I grasped these techniques more slowly than what Lectar was teaching, he’d bury me in the ground.

“My original plan was to transmit a new sword technique to you, but I’ll postpone that. Let’s start with the essence first.”

As he extended his hand, a training sword lodged in the corner of the Training Ground rose into the air and flew into his grasp.

Whoosh.

As if he had unfolded the Secret Sword Technique in reverse at its peak, the training sword settled smoothly into Glen’s grip.

‘Truly divine.’

To summon an object from such a distance as naturally as if riding the wind—his command over mana had reached a godlike realm.

Whoosh.

Glen lightly twirled the training sword and faced me.

‘Is he about to demonstrate?’

I cannot afford to miss this.

I bit my lip and activated the Ring of Fire. I resonated all seven rings at full power as if engaging in a life-or-death battle against a formidable opponent.

I slowly raised my training sword overhead, believing myself ready.

“Watch carefully.”

With those words, Glen Zigheart’s training sword, which had been pointing toward the heavens, descended downward.

The blade descended so slowly that the wood grain was visible, yet it twisted to both sides. Ripples emanated from the sword’s edge like waves spreading across a lake, and countless sword trajectories of bewildering variety filled my entire vision.

It was different from the illusory swords Lectar had demonstrated. Rather than the number of swords multiplying, the blade underwent a magnificent yet eerie transformation that made it appear as though there were hundreds of them. This seemed to be the pinnacle of the Shifting Sword technique.

‘Is it the wrist that creates that transformation?’

The amount of aura Glen wielded was so minimal that even a low-tier Expert could manage it without difficulty. Creating such a transformation with so little aura seemed possible only because his wrist moved endlessly.

Thud.

As Glen’s wooden sword struck the ground, all the sword trajectories filling the empty space vanished as if washed away by rain.

“Ah….”

Unable to observe the pinnacle of the Shifting Sword’s transformation in greater detail, an involuntary sigh escaped me.

“Did you see it?”

Glen Zigheart grasped the hilt of his training sword lightly, his eyes flashing with an eerie glint. He looked ready to kill if I hadn’t.

“I did not see all of it.”

I exhaled briefly and shook my head.

“Tell me what you observed.”
“Your wrist, Head of House.”
“My wrist?”
“Normally, when executing the Shifting Sword, the wrist twists significantly. Yet your wrist moved only in minute angles, while conversely, the blade underwent extreme transformations.”

The Ring of Fire revealed not aura control, but the mastery of physical technique. Glen wielded an unremarkable aura, yet by twisting his wrist at precisely the right moments, he achieved transformations that defied reason.

‘I never knew such a thing was possible….’

I had believed that at the Grand Master or Transcendent level, the body became irrelevant—that the mastery of martial arts was determined solely by aura manipulation. Yet here was proof that the body alone could create such a chasm. It felt like my eyes had been opened anew.

“Can you replicate it?”
“Not at present.”

Raon shook his head firmly. No matter how potent the Ring of Fire was, attempting that now would be impossible. It exceeded the limits of my current body.

“‘Not at present,’ is it….”

Glen nodded lightly, seeming pleased by that answer.

“Try nonetheless. Let us see how far you can go.”
“Understood.”

Raon drew the Heavenly Sword with fluid grace. I raised the blade, gazing through its cerulean edge at Glen’s composed eyes.

‘The direction the sword path changed was opposite to the Head of House’s wrist movement.’

It was a change so subtle it was nearly imperceptible, yet Glen moved his wrist and sword tip in opposite directions. The secret to the myriad transformations likely lay in that very gap.

‘Let the aura flow like rough waves.’

I opened the world of visualization in my mind. Tracing the flow of Glen’s aura and the movement of his body, I brought the Heavenly Sword down in a sweeping arc.

Whoooosh!

The Heavenly Sword created gentle undulations like tea leaves floating in hot water. A blade that waned like pale moonlight began to fill my entire vision.

‘A little more….’

Glen had achieved far greater transformations with even less aura. Having witnessed that blade, I could not stop here.

Until the moment the Heavenly Sword pointed toward the ground, I twisted my wrist sharply and forcefully, drawing out every ounce of transformation I could muster.

Clang!

Unlike Glen Zigheart, the force I channeled caused a violent sword wind to explode the moment the Heavenly Sword descended.

Glen Zigheart observed the tip of the Heavenly Sword trembling faintly as it touched the ground, then nodded slowly.

“Not bad for a first attempt.”

His expression remained composed, but internally he was preoccupied with suppressing his wildly racing heart.

‘This child is truly….’

He had deliberately increased the difficulty and demonstrated a variable technique, yet the boy had managed to grasp its flow. It was clear he still lacked much, but his talent seemed beyond what even the word “genius” could adequately describe.

‘Indeed, you are my grandson!’

He bit his lip slightly, forcibly restraining the words that threatened to burst forth.

“Hmm.”

Glen Zigheart stiffened his expression artificially and raised his sword.

“However, there are still many shortcomings. It cannot be helped on your first attempt.”

With those words, he brought the sword down again, infusing it with transformation.

“Watch carefully.”
“Yes.”

Raon nodded, his eyes burning with fierce determination.

Whoooosh.

Glen Zigheart’s training sword transformed with a gentle wind, the blade flowing in a direction from which no technique could escape, creating hundreds of lines that connected heaven and earth.

The difficulty had increased—it was faster than before, and the transformation ran far deeper. Even with the Ring of Fire, I felt I had grasped only half of it.

‘This is exhilarating.’

Lectar’s method of explaining things step by step was excellent, but Glen Zigheart’s approach of demonstrating directly and commanding me to follow was equally compelling.

*Ching.*

Raon’s eyes gleamed with the same crimson hue that burned within the Celestial Sword, and he smiled.

“I’ll continue.”

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Lectar stood upon a boulder beside the hill of Bekmang Mountain where Glen had been standing, gazing down at the 5th Training Ground.

“Hmm, such a method of training….”

Glen’s instruction proved far more enigmatic than anticipated. To demonstrate once and have him replicate it exactly—this diverged entirely from conventional teaching methods.

‘For ordinary people, such lessons would be poison. But….’

That boy was keeping pace with it.

Even Mustan, hailed as Rion’s finest talent aside from the disciples of the Rion Master, would have wasted nothing but time attempting such training, yet Raon comprehended the flow of Glen’s swordsmanship and executed his strikes accordingly.

‘There’s no other way to describe it but as insane talent.’

He had known the boy possessed keen perception, but he never imagined he could follow the subtle currents of a martial technique glimpsed only once. It was talent that deserved to be called absolute.

“Sigh….”

Lectar stroked his beard and exhaled a sigh tinged with exasperation.

‘Edgar. Your son surpasses you.’

The talent of his son had been remarkable, yet his grandson far exceeded him. The rumors calling him the next greatest on the Continent were no mere fabrication.

‘I feel a touch of envy.’

Watching Glen demonstrate his swordsmanship in anticipation that Raon would follow, and seeing Raon comprehend his intent and replicate it flawlessly, something ignited within Lectar’s chest.

“Heh heh.”

Lectar clasped his hands behind his back and let out a hollow laugh.

‘I can’t say anything to Mustan about this.’

I had advised my disciple not to envy Raon and to walk his own path, but watching Glen and Raon together, a warm jealousy naturally bloomed within me. It was an emotion so intense that even the sword force I had cultivated my entire life could scarcely suppress it.

‘But it will be fine.’

I can build upon it going forward.

The time I could not share in the past would be made whole by sharing the future. If I could only escape Ryeon, I intended to devote every remaining moment to my daughter-in-law and grandson.

Lectar pretended to be gruff while watching Glen instruct Raon, and a smile played at the corners of his mouth.

“I will not lose.”

Brother-in-law.

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The next day, Raon attended Lectar’s composed lessons from dawn until noon, ate naan bread, and then received Glen’s ferocious instruction from afternoon until evening.

After being tormented all day by the two monstrous swordmasters, by evening my stamina and mental fortitude were so depleted that I felt dizzy. It was as if I were discovering the true limits of my capabilities.

‘And yet….’

I don’t know if I’m actually growing stronger.

Since both Glen and Lectar constantly said I was still lacking, I couldn’t feel any real sense of progress within myself.

‘At this rate, I’ll die….’

Because both Glen and Lectar refused to lose to each other and taught with all their strength, the pressure was immense. Simply enduring the momentum they unleashed was enough to reduce my mental fortitude to tatters.

During my time as an assassin, I thought I would never experience a hell worse than that, yet these two days were every bit as torturous.

—*Crunch crunch crunch!*

Wrath glared at Glen Zigheart with murderous intent as he ground his teeth, having been forced to consume stale bread for two consecutive days. Mad dogs weren’t confined to the Rabid Hound Unit—they existed here as well.

*Tsk.*

Glen Zigheart clicked his tongue softly as he watched the sun sink below the horizon after completing his day’s work.

“That concludes today’s lesson.”
“Thank you.”

I bowed to Glen Zigheart and exhaled a silent sigh of relief.

‘Another day survived.’

Though the wager had a set time limit, Glen Zigheart ended the lesson promptly since Lectar was watching from atop the hill.

Even after Glen Zigheart and Lectar finished instructing, they didn’t attend to their own affairs—instead, they observed the lesson from a distance. It was an unspoken rule not to watch training, yet these two seemed to disregard such conventions.

“Raon.”

As I was brushing off my exhausted body, Lectar and Yua entered the Training Ground.

“Young Master!”

Yua came running toward me, her twin braids and arms swinging vibrantly.

“You said we’d have a promotion celebration today! Why are you still here!”

She wrinkled her nose, questioning why I hadn’t come when all the preparations were complete.

“My apologies.”

I chuckled softly and waved my hand.

“The food is getting cold. There’s even that pineapple pizza you like, Master!”
“Ah, actually I….”
“Huh?”

Yua pouted her lips before noticing Glen Zigheart standing behind me, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Hello, sir!”

She bowed her head with a bright smile to the man the entire Family Estate feared.

“Mm, yes.”

Glen Zigheart couldn’t bring himself to turn away from Yua’s cheerful greeting and simply nodded in acknowledgment.

‘Hmm….’

I sheathed the Divine Heavenly Sword and observed Glen Zigheart.

‘Something feels different about his usual demeanor.’

This man, who seemed so steely that not a drop of blood would spill even if pierced, now emanated a lonely atmosphere as if touched by an autumn breeze. It resembled what I had sensed from Lectar not long ago.

‘Should I invite him to come along?’

No, he would refuse.

I lowered my hand after hesitating whether to suggest the party.
There was no way he would consider attending such a gathering. Not only would Glen Zigheart be uncomfortable, but many others would feel uneasy as well, so it was best not to broach the subject at all.

“Head of House. Thank you again for today….”

I was about to bow to Glen Zigheart and return to the Annex Building when—

“Would you like to come with us, Head of House?”

Yua grasped Glen Zigheart’s finger and smiled brightly.

“We’re having a party today!”

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