The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 471

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Chapter 471

I stood upon the platform, surveying the Training Ground below.

The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps occupied separate spaces, honing the martial techniques Glen had taught them.

A murderous intensity hung in the air as if enemies stood before them. Each swordsman poured their entire being into every stroke.

There was no need for guidance.

Even Dorian and Crain, who were normally scattered in their focus, wielded their blades with extreme concentration. Any advice would only hinder them.

And rightfully so.

I smiled faintly, turning my gaze toward the right where fierce sword strikes rained down.

They were training right beside such intensity.

Burren, Martha, and Lunan were sparring with Mark Goeten—so fierce it resembled actual combat.

“Haaaah!”

Burren’s blade, brimming with aura, aimed for Mark Goeten’s throat. A technique from the Slicing Wind Sword—the Severing Throat Blood Strike.

Clang!

The moment Mark Goeten deflected Burren’s descending blade, Martha surged in from the left, carving through space.

Screech!

The Titan aura gathered on Martha’s blade blazed with brilliant light as it thrust toward Mark Goeten’s shoulder.

Boom!

Mark Goeten pivoted on his heels, executing an elegant footwork to evade Martha’s surprise attack. Yet her offensive was far from over.

Whoooosh!

In a fleeting instant, I triggered a berserk state, dramatically amplifying the aura coalescing on my blade.

“Ugh!”

Mark Goeten, judging escape impossible, groaned and conjured a shield of aura across his shoulder.

CRASH!

A violent explosion erupted, hurling Martha backward.

SCREECH!

Mark Goeten seized the opening, bringing his blade down toward Martha.

As his diagonal slash descended to cleave her, silvery frost bloomed from the ground and empty air, intercepting his vicious strike.

SHATTER!

Shards of shattered ice, wreathed in blue aura, cascaded toward Mark Goeten.

“Exquisite….”

As Mark Goeten focused on shattering the frost with an aura barrier, a piercing sword strike tore through space from his right.

WHOOSH!

It was Lunan Slion. Her eyes held a coldness I had never witnessed before as she targeted his lower body.

“Keep going!”
“I’ll cover your back!”

Martha and Burren Zigheart charged through the opening Lunan Slion had created, each unleashing their ultimate techniques.

“Still not enough.”

Mark Goeten bit his lip and summoned a colossal aura.

BOOM!

Intense strikes and sword clashes collided, unleashing a terrifying wave of aura.

There was no mercy.

Burren, Martha, and Lunan wanted to defeat Mark Goeten at full strength, while Mark Goeten wanted to overcome the three of them without using his aura—so all their eyes burned with nothing but fighting spirit.

I smiled as I felt the rough wind brushing against my hair.

‘With them fighting like that, I can’t just stand around doing nothing.’

Mark Goeten and the three unit leaders repeated one-on-one and three-on-one duels all day long.
With such fierce combat happening right beside them, the other swordsmen had no choice but to focus as if they were on an actual battlefield.

I turned my head to the left.

Yua and Julius were receiving basic instruction from Dogyae, and unlike when they were in the Annex Building, their eyes were filled with gravity.

Those children seemed to have grown in both martial prowess and spirit through experiencing actual combat.

‘Now they finally look like a proper military organization.’

The unit leaders set an example by undergoing additional training, and the members who witnessed their dedication swung their swords until sunset.

With juniors following in the footsteps of their seniors, it would be no exaggeration to call it the perfect image of a military organization.

‘Except for one thing.’

I frowned and turned around.

“Yaaaaaawn!”

Rimer was sprawled out on the platform, yawning so wide his mouth looked ready to split.

“Sigh…”

The unit leaders, the members, and even the administrators were all doing their best in training, yet watching the captain loaf around made me sigh involuntarily.

“Captain.”

I narrowed my eyes and called out to Rimer.

“Did you take my place?”
“You haven’t changed since you were the Unit Leader, so I thought you still were.”
“Is that so.”

True to his leisurely nature, Rimer muttered, “Well, it could be that way.”

“Aren’t you training, Head of House?”
“I’m doing it right now.”
“Pardon?”

He’d been dozing off just moments ago—I had no idea what he was talking about.

-That fool. If Sloth saw him, he’d want to befriend him.

Wrath frowned, remarking that Sloth and Rimer were far too well-matched.

“What kind of training are you doing?”
“Mental imagery training.”

Rimer lifted a finger, and dense lightning crackled and danced above it.

“I’m contemplating how to manipulate lightning and wind within my mental realm….”
“Wipe the drool from your mouth.”
“Oh, right.”

Rimer rubbed the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

“Anyway, I’m in the middle of training, so don’t worry about it and just do what you need to do.”

The fact that he showed no embarrassment whatsoever spoke volumes about his capacity for shamelessness.

I shook my head and turned my gaze away.

‘At least he’s not a complete fool.’

Despite appearances, he wasn’t the type to ruin his body. I cast a sort of trust—or perhaps not quite trust—toward Rimer before looking up at the sky.

‘What I need to do….’

My body didn’t need further refinement, my swordsmanship was being honed without a single day of rest, and I was even polishing my mental state through meditation.

While it seemed I lacked nothing in particular, there remained one significant gap.

‘The synergy of attributes.’

As everyone knew, fire and ice were opposing attributes.

Even with a body, mana circuits, and dantian strengthened through rigorous training, using Manhwagong followed by Glacial would inevitably cause a sharp internal shock.

‘Pain I can endure, but the operation becomes sluggish.’

From my previous life, I was accustomed to suffering, so I could easily bear any amount of pain.
But when using fire immediately followed by cold, the aura’s operational speed would plummet dramatically.

‘That’s where I need to start.’

To use both fire and ice simultaneously in Sword Realm Incarnation, the most crucial thing seemed to be making it possible to wield both attributes at once.

‘Then….’

I closed my eyes. I attempted to operate the two opposing energies dwelling in my dantian simultaneously.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

My dantian throbbed as if being torn, but the aura output was meager and the operational speed was slow. It was a state unsuitable for actual combat.

‘I’ve used it a few times before, but I was lucky.’

I had used both fire and cold before, but back then I had resolved myself to death and didn’t care about my body breaking down.

I couldn’t fight that way every time, so I needed to find a solution.

‘This is the right path.’

A fierce flame flickered intensely in my eyes as I identified my objective.

He closed his eyes and began to calmly observe what transpired in his core and mana circuits as he wielded fire and cold.

‘It seems he’s found something.’

Rimer maintained a gentle smile as he shielded Raon with wind, allowing him to concentrate undisturbed.

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Black Market Camelrun Branch.

Deningrose lifted her head from the documents she had been reviewing beneath the crystalline illumination that seemed to brush across the space like sunlight.

“The 10th Apostle?”

The informant, whose hands had been clasped together, nodded at her question.

“Yes. We received reports that he was spotted near Rafekin Mountain.”
“Hmm….”

Deningrose set down her documents and exhaled a long breath.

“Is the White Blood Sect moving again? Merlin, the 10th Apostle, even the Grotesque Blood Demon—things are stirring everywhere.”

The executives of Oma, who had been quiet for some time, were beginning to move once more.
With the New Rising Powers emerging as well, it felt as though a great upheaval was imminent.

“What of the White Whale?”
“Thanks to Heegyukje moving directly, the decline in their reputation has stopped. It appears he minimized the damage.”
“That man’s like a cockroach.”

Deningrose clicked her tongue.

‘He’s not an opponent to underestimate.’

Though Raon had freed the hostages held in the Black Tower and dragged the White Whale’s reputation through the mud, Heegyukje had personally sought them out, apologized, and salvaged the White Whale’s tarnished standing.

An unexpected problem had arisen, yet she resolved it immediately—it was a remarkable display of decisiveness.

“It seems she didn’t survive all this time hidden underground for nothing.”

Deningrose adjusted the rose-patterned blindfold across her eyes and nodded.

“So that’s why she’s opening this one too.”

She picked up the envelope resting on the right side. A pristine white whale emblem was inscribed at its center.

“Surely that’s not….”

The informant’s jaw dropped at the sight of the letter.

“Yes. It’s an invitation from the White Whale.”

Deningrose waved the letter with a faint smile.

“An invitation to the founding festival of the New Rising Powers, which will open soon.”

She crumpled the edge of the letter slightly, her eyes narrowing.

“After extracting all our information, they have the audacity to send an invitation like this. Their shamelessness knows no bounds.”
“Will you attend?”
“I’m not sure.”

As Deningrose frowned at the letter, the office door opened, and an elderly woman with a benevolent smile entered.

“Why are you even hesitating? Of course you should go.”
“M-Master?”

Deningrose’s eyes widened as she stood up. She hadn’t expected the Black Market Master to arrive, and her expression showed complete surprise.

“Master, how did you come to be here….”
“What’s there to be surprised about? It’s not as though I’ve come somewhere I shouldn’t be.”

The Black Market Master took a seat in front of Deningrose with an unhurried gait.

“Since it’s being held nearby, there’s no need to travel far. Attend it.”
“But I doubt it’s just a casual invitation.”
“The area around Camelrun is our home turf, so we should go all the more confidently. Of course, with thorough preparation.”
“Ah….”

As Deningrose deliberated, the Black Market Master waved her hand lightly.

“Raon Zigheart. That child showed you, didn’t he? What happens when someone comes to your home and acts disrespectfully.”

The Black Market Master smiled softly, remarking that the child revealed a different side each time she saw him.

“That’s true.”

Deningrose nodded. Having heard how Raon had brought down Heekyukje, she could only feel admiration for him.

“Ah, have you thought about that?”
“Pardon? About what….”

Deningrose tilted her head, not understanding what the Black Market Master meant.

“Raon. I asked if you had any interest in getting along with that child.”
“Eh?”

Deningrose shot up from her seat as if to shatter the desk.

“Why are you so startled? I told you before—if you have any thoughts about it, I’ll send a letter directly to the Northern Destruction King myself.”
“No, no! I have no such intentions at all!”

Her face flushed crimson as she shook her head.

“Hmm, you two have the bond of saving each other’s lives, you’re both attractive, and you’re both talented—you’d make a good match.”
“I have duties to fulfill….”
“Well, if that’s how you feel, I suppose there’s nothing to be done about it.”

Deningrose’s shoulders flinched at the Black Market Master’s smile.

“Good people should be claimed quickly, but when you’re young, you don’t know that.”

She shrugged as if to say Deningrose should figure it out herself.

“Regardless, I’ll prepare thoroughly for this task and show you what the Black Market truly is. Since we’ve been invited, we need to make a proper impression.”
“Understood.”
“And….”

At the Black Market Master’s cool voice, Deningrose swallowed dryly.
But the words that followed deviated far from her expectations.

“Make sure you dress well when you go.”
“Pardon?”
“I have a feeling Raon will come from Zigheart. Since you’re a bit older than that boy, perhaps you could….”
“Master!”

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The new year had arrived at Zigheart as well.

Despite the bitter north wind that could pierce even the Castle Wall, the 5th Training Ground was filled with the sweat and determination of the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen.

I watched the swordsmen training the same techniques in that same place even as the year changed, and a faint smile crossed my face.

‘They’ve all grown so much.’

Though they wielded their blades in the same location, the swordsmen’s abilities were now on a different level than before.
Their once-clumsy martial techniques had solidified, and their aura flowed in an unbroken stream.
Though the time had not been long, they had all advanced considerably.

‘Only a year left now.’

I lifted my gaze to the sky. The cloudless expanse reminded me of the Gazel River from two years ago.

‘The duel with the Demon King.’

I had claimed three years to buy time, but now only one year remained until that day.
Since the Grand Master realm still seemed distant, I felt a twinge of concern.

‘I still find it difficult to use heat and cold simultaneously.’

I had succeeded in containing a small amount of fire and frost within my mental image, but operating fire and ice at the same time remained challenging even now.

‘Why is only that not working….’

Though my swordsmanship had advanced, I had learned two more techniques from the Heavenly Sword, and my dantian and mana circuits had grown more stable, simultaneously manifesting the full power of both attributes was not an easy feat.

It was a strange situation where only the wind energy I had once received from Rimer had grown stronger.

‘Don’t rush this.’

I decided to focus on swordsmanship and my mental image, thinking that once I reached Grand Master, it might naturally come together.

Snore.

Just as I was about to refine my swordsmanship within my mental image, I heard snoring from behind me.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled and turned around to find Rimer sleeping inside his sleeping bag. I couldn’t fathom why he insisted on sleeping here instead of going to his room.

‘This man is truly remarkable.’

I marveled at the fact that he had remained in that state throughout the entire day.

-The True Demon King said it himself. That bastard is good enough to be friends with Sloth? Why not just send him to that mountain?

Wrath furrowed his brow, saying I would only get along with him.

‘Perhaps.’

I chuckled softly and was about to return to my mental image training when the Training Ground door opened and Roen entered. He approached the platform with a subtle smile on his face.

“It has been a while, Commander.”

“It’s been a long time, Commander.”
“Yes. It’s the first time since we met at the Annex Building.”

I descended from the platform and bowed to Roen.

“If you have the time, would you be willing to accompany me?”
“Time, you say….”
“The Head of House is summoning the commander of the Gwangpung Corps.”
“Then it’s not me, but….”

I turned around. Rimer had vanished without a trace—sleeping bag and all.

“Wow, when did he leave?”
-That old man disappeared the moment this one arrived.
‘That bastard really….’

He must have fled the instant my attention shifted to Roen. An elf who never ceased to amaze me, no matter how many times I witnessed his antics.

“Understood. Let’s go.”

I exhaled a weary sigh and nodded.

“It shouldn’t take long.”

Roen turned with his usual smile.

“Chief Steward.”

I gestured toward the platform and asked Dogyae, who had been instructing Yua and Julius, to take over the lesson.

“Understood.”

Dogyae waved dismissively and climbed onto the platform.

“Thank you.”

I bowed to him and followed Roen.

“What business does the Head of House have with the commander?”
“It appears to be a new mission of some kind.”
“A mission….”

It was about time.

Several months had passed since I rescued the Cheoljeon Unit, so it was indeed time to take on a new mission.
In truth, considering how the other units had been dispatched on assignments, I’d been given considerable time to strengthen my foundation.

‘What kind of mission will it be this time?’

With so many wars erupting lately, I couldn’t predict where I’d be sent.

Lost in thought about the new mission, I found myself standing before the Audience Chamber.

Roen opened the door himself and gestured me inside with his hand. I greeted him and stepped onto the carpet laid across the center of the chamber.

Glen sat upon the Jade Throne on the platform, his chin resting on his fist. It was his usual posture, yet something indefinable seemed different about him.

“I greet you, Head of House.”

I knelt before the platform and lowered my head.

“I called you because I have a mission I wish to entrust to you.”
“Please command me.”

I lifted my gaze at his emotionless voice.

“Gale Wind Squad Commander.”

Glen picked up the white envelope that had been resting on the armrest.

“Can you cause one more commotion?”

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