The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 50

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Chapter 50

“That arrogant brat needs to face something stronger than the other trainees.”

Rimer pointed confidently at Martha.

“Understood.”

Jake nodded and summoned an orc. It was larger and more ferocious than the one that had fought Burren Zigheart.

“Loop Strength, Loop Agility….”

Jake channeled slightly more mana than he had for Burren, boosting the monster’s strength and agility before releasing control.

“Roooaaarrr!”

The orc bellowed and charged like a raging bull.

“A mere beast!”

Martha clenched her teeth and dug her feet into the ground. She brought her sword down toward the charging orc.

“Roooarrr!”

The orc swung its greatsword with equally relentless speed.

Boom!

Blade met blade with explosive force, yet neither the orc nor Martha yielded or retreated.

With their legs planted as if rooted to the earth, they slashed at each other’s throats at close range.

Boom! Crash!

Steel clashed against steel countless times, each collision thundering like shattering stone.

“Roooaaarrr!”

Martha drew her blade while twisting her waist, pulling the Titan’s aura to its absolute limit.

“Grrrrgh!”

She deflected the orc’s descending greatsword with the steel plating on her shoulder and drew her sword.

Slash!

A decisive strike. Martha’s blade pierced through the gap in an instant, severing the orc’s neck completely.

“Huff.”

She stared down at the orc’s corpse collapsed on the ground, then straightened her posture and exhaled.

“Wasting an entire day just to catch one of those things. Don’t go around telling people you share the same origins as me. It’s beneath my standards.”
“Tch.”

Burren clamped his mouth shut at Martha’s parting words as she left. Having witnessed her pierce through the orc with sheer force and sever its life in a single breath, there was nothing left to say.

“Martha.”

I called out to Martha as she walked toward the back.

“Once training is finished, go get your shoulder treated. There could be lasting aftereffects.”
“….”

Martha pouted her lips and turned her head away. I’d given my advice as the top-ranked student, so the rest was up to her. I turned my head back.

Snap!

At Jake’s gesture, the orc’s corpse vanished, but crimson blood stained the ground and the stench spread throughout the Training Ground.

“Ugh….”

Lunan Slion’s trembling grew increasingly severe. Her rosy lips turned pale blue.

-Why are you just standing there if you’re going to lift the curse?
‘Because it’s not the right time yet.’

To heal a deep wound, you must let it fester and rot completely. Only then can you cleanse it properly.

I watched Jake summon an Orc for the third time, tapping my fingers rhythmically against my palm.

It wasn’t yet time to burst the swollen blister.

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The life-or-death struggle between the trainees and the monsters continued unabated.

Thanks to Burren and Martha opening fire effectively, the trainees trembled with tension but didn’t flee in cowardice.

Though it took time, all the trainees eventually severed the Orcs’ lives—whether by striking the head, the heart, or through desperate combat.

I observed the Training Ground as the sun began to set. Dorian was shrieking as he executed his footwork.

“Kyaaaah!”

The Orc roared and gave chase, but Dorian’s feet were too swift to catch.

“Hraagh!”

Dorian cried out in terror and thrust his blade forward. The Orc’s waist, not its neck, was cleaved away in a massive chunk.

“Eek!”
“Uuaargh!”

Dorian was more startled than the wounded Orc and leaped away in panic. The enraged Orc roared and charged after him.

“What is this?”
“Uh, when will it end?”
“It’s been thirty minutes. Thirty minutes.”
“His stamina and footwork are impressive, at least.”
“Only Raon and Lunan Slion are left now. They’ll finish faster, won’t they?”

The trainees sighed as they watched Dorian’s pursuit of the orc.

I observed Dorian’s footwork and clicked my tongue.

‘If only he had a bit more courage….’

Dorian was fast on his feet and his blade was sharp, but he was far too fearful. If he could just overcome that cowardly nature, he’d rank right behind Martha, Lunan Slion, and Burren Zigheart.

The sand crunched.

I turned my head at the sound. Lunan Slion was gripping the sand on the ground so tightly that blood seeped from her fingernails.

“Ugh….”

Her face had turned deathly pale, her lips were torn and bleeding from being bitten so hard, and her limbs trembled as if seized by an earthquake.
This wasn’t mere fear—it was the quintessential image of a human consumed by terror.

Rimer on the Platform narrowed his eyes as he watched Lunan Slion, clearly deliberating whether to send her back.

‘That can’t happen.’

This was the perfect moment to burst through the stagnant waters that had pooled within her.

I rose and approached Lunan Slion’s side. Her trembling subsided slightly.

“Are you frightened?”
“….”

Lunan Slion didn’t turn her head toward me or answer.

“Whether it’s a trainee holding a sword for the first time or a seasoned swordmaster who’s stood on a hundred battlefields, blood is always terrifying.”

Lunan Slion’s jaw turned slightly toward me.

“I feel the same way. So does Dorian fighting right now. Everyone who’s ever fought feels fear.”
“Really…?”

A parched, strained voice escaped from Lunan Slion.

“That’s true. But do you know what’s even more terrifying?”

She shook her head slowly, as if she didn’t know.

“Being so paralyzed by fear that you can’t do anything at all.”

My eyes gleamed with an unsettling light. Not Raon Zigheart, but the assassin Raon’s nature seeped through, creeping forth like a shadow.

“If you’re afraid, if you’re consumed by terror and simply stand there frozen, nothing changes. No problem ever gets resolved.”

Truth be told, I was afraid.
I feared that my comfortable life now might extinguish my thirst for vengeance against Derus Robert.

And I was afraid of something else.
I was terrified that my revenge, my actions, might bring ruin upon Sylvia and the maids of the Annex Building.

Afraid and terrified though I was, I had no intention of abandoning either goal.

By any means necessary, I would have my vengeance on Derus, and I would find a way for Sylvia and the maids to live in happiness.

I reaffirmed my resolve and turned my gaze toward Lunan Slion.

“You have something like that too, don’t you?”

I bit my left thumb with my teeth, drawing blood.

A drop fell.

As a crimson drop of blood fell from my thumb to the ground, Lunan Slion stumbled backward, her teeth chattering.

“Ah… ah…”
“Don’t run. If not now, you’ll never overcome it.”
“R-Raon. Raon!”
“Blood is frightening, yes. But.”

I approached Lunan Slion, who had retreated nearly to the ground, and took her hand. The blood flowing from my fingers stained her pale hand crimson.

“It’s nothing more than that. Blood will bring you no harm.”
“What?”

Lunan’s eyes widened as he watched the droplets of blood trickling down the back of his hand. The shock on his face came from realizing that the blood brought neither pain, nor sorrow, nor weight.

“I don’t know exactly what your older brother did to you. But the more you fear him, the deeper his shadow will fall over you.”
“Ah….”

Lunan’s trembling hands began to noticeably steady.

“Running away in fear only means you’ll be dragged along for the rest of your life. Lunan Slion. Only you can protect yourself. And your family.”

I offered my counsel with genuine sincerity. Lunan’s plight reminded me of my own past life—how I’d been dragged along in Derus Robert’s shadow.

“Ugh! I’m going to die!”

Dorian, who had barely managed to pierce an orc’s heart and return, collapsed heavily to the ground.

“I barely won. I almost died. Ugh!”

He muttered while wiping tears from his eyes with his sleeve.

“Do you have a squirrel?”

I stood up and looked at Dorian.

“A squirrel? I don’t have everything. Wait, I do have one.”

Dorian muttered “Why do I have this?” as he pulled a wooden squirrel carving from his belly pouch. It was an adorable squirrel with striking red eyes.

“Take it.”

I handed the squirrel carving I’d received from Dorian to Lunan. She accepted it with trembling hands.

“My advice ends here. The rest, I’ll convey through my sword.”

With those words, I walked toward the Training Ground.

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-That’s unlike you, stepping forward like this.

Wrath muttered that I didn’t know my place and let out a scoff.

‘He has a point.’

I nodded. Wrath was right—I had stepped forward in a way that was unlike me.

Of course, she was the first person to show me consideration, but that wasn’t the whole reason.

My past life came back to me.

The image of my past self, brainwashed by Derus Robert, overlapped with the current Lunan Slion, and before I knew it, my hand reached out and words spilled from my lips.

‘But this is the last time.’

My explanations were finished. Now came the blade. If she couldn’t break free from the blood brainwashing with this, then that was the end of it.

-Foolish indeed. Worry about yourself instead. It’s obvious you won’t be able to reach out properly like those other insects.
‘Hmm?’

Hearing Wrath’s words, a good idea suddenly came to me.

‘Then shall we make a wager?’
-A wager?
‘Yes. One heavily in your favor.’
-What is it?
‘If I can’t sever an orc in a single strike, I’ll accept your wrath. Just one slash.’
-One slash? Are you serious?
‘Of course.’
-So reading some advice in a book makes you think killing is a joke.

Wrath chuckled and vibrated the bracelet.

-Fine. But only one slash. A second swing means your loss.

As his laughter ceased, a wager notification appeared.

[Wrath proposes a third wager.]
Condition: Sever the neck of an orc enhanced with a single sword strike.
Success: All stats +2, random trait.
Failure: Generate 10 points of Wrath’s emotion.

‘I accept.’

I predicted that Wrath, unaware of his past life as an assassin, would accept this wager.

‘Another fool has arrived.’

I climbed toward the Training Ground with a smile Wrath couldn’t see.

“Oh, so you’re not the last one?”

Rimer whistled. His eyes gleamed with amusement—he’d clearly heard everything I’d said to Lunan Slion.

“That one is the strongest here. Please summon your most powerful orc.”
“Understood.”

Jake pressed his lips firmly together. With an expression of resolve, he nodded sharply and chanted an incantation.

Whoooosh!

Blue magical circles rippled across the floor as a new orc emerged. It had a similar build to the previous orcs, but with more pronounced muscles and its entire body covered in scars.

“Grrrrr!”

Though the magic circle prevented it from moving, its primal ferocity was laid bare.

Whoooosh!

Green, red, and blue magic circles engulfed the orc’s upper body. Its momentum surged exponentially.

Zing!

As Jake extended his wrist, the orc’s form transformed into that of a man with rough features.

“Prepare for combat.”

I nodded, rotating my left wrist lightly before moving to loosen my right wrist.

Crack!

Jake’s magic circle shattered like glass, and the orc burst through.

“Roooaarrr!”

It shrieked and charged forward, bringing down its blood-caked axe. Its speed and power had reached an entirely different tier than the other orcs.

“What, what!”
“Block it!”
“No!”

Everyone panicked, but my eyes grew darker and more focused.

‘I already knew.’

The moment I saw the excitement in Jake’s eyes, I’d anticipated this situation would unfold.

Slide.

I drew the sword from my waist. A single flower bloomed along the blade—a golden blossom bathed in sunset light, shimmering like heat waves.

Myriad Flowers, One Bloom.
Flame Spirit.

Petals scatter, cleaving through the air.
Beneath the sunset. Another sunset is drawn, and the orc’s movement ceases.

“Guh…”

The orc never completed its swing—its head fell before the axe could descend.

Splash!

Beneath the overlapping golden sunsets, crimson blood erupted skyward, and the orc’s massive body collapsed.

A cruelty beautiful enough to make the Continent’s greatest painter shatter their brush—a spectacle beyond compare.

The instructors rushing to block the orc, the trainees scrambling to their feet in panic, and Jake himself controlling the beast—all fell silent.

A primal roar tore from my throat.

I drew upon the aura of my past life, crushing Jake beneath its weight. The killing intent of an assassin steeped in murder made him clutch at his throat and collapse.

“Gahhh…”

His eyes rolled back. I wanted to continue, but Lunan Slion still remained behind me. After sufficiently frightening him, I withdrew my aura.

A sharp breath escaped.

I shook the blood from my blade and turned around.

“Tch!”
“Damn…”

Burren Zigheart ground his teeth so hard they audibly creaked, while Martha twisted her lips with narrowed eyes. Both wore expressions of profound fury.

“Uh…”
“Wow…”

The trainees stood with their mouths agape wide enough to swallow insects. Their pupils trembled violently as if struck by a tidal wave.

“He’s… insane.”
“What kind of sword technique was that?”
“A… single strike…”

The instructors too stood frozen in stunned disbelief.

After surveying them all, I looked toward Lunan Slion standing furthest back.

Her eyes no longer dwelt in darkness. She gave me a nod.

Now it’s your turn.

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Lunan Slion clutched the squirrel figurine tightly as she watched Raon ascend the Training Ground platform.

‘Did he know all along?’

I’d deliberately held back my words to avoid bringing harm to Raon. I’d forced my eyes open as if nothing was wrong. That made it better. I thought he’d simply let it pass.

But he spoke to me as though he understood everything.

Raon’s calm voice seemed to slowly loosen the iron grip that had been strangling my heart.

When he extended his hand—bloodstained—I was terrified. I wanted to flee immediately.

‘But then….’

When I grasped that hand, when his blood soaked the back of my hand, I felt neither fear nor dread. There was only a warmth like dying embers.

That’s when I understood. Blood itself wasn’t what I feared. The black shadow binding my heart had grown slightly lighter.

Lunan steadied her breathing and watched Raon standing on the Training Ground platform. His small frame, yet somehow it appeared broader than anyone else’s.

Whoosh!

As I watched that back tensely, the orc’s magic circle suddenly vanished.

“Roooaarrr!”

The orc unleashed a ferocious roar and charged toward Raon.

“No, this can’t be!”

As I rose with trembling jaw, Raon drew his sword.

Golden flowers bloom across the silver blade. The radiant, resplendent petals traced the sunset’s path in perfect harmony.

In the moment when two sunsets overlapped into one, a fountain of blood erupted from the orc’s throat.

Beautiful.

The blood that had terrified and haunted me since childhood—droplets that could never appear so beautiful—now embroidered the empty air with exquisite grace.

Raon shook the blood from his blade and turned his gaze toward me. His eyes spoke volumes: now it was my turn.

“Understood.”

I rose to my feet. My hands no longer trembled.

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