The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 51

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Chapter 51

Jake wet his lips with his tongue as he watched Raon ascending toward the Sparring Arena.

‘Finally.’

After enduring tedious, mind-numbing hours, the most crucial moment of coming here today had arrived.

Whirrrr.

I slowly rotated the mana circle lodged in my heart, careful not to be noticed by Rimer standing beside me.

‘I must conceal magic within magic.’

I needed to layer spells so the orc could inflict a fatal wound on Raon.

“Mage.”

As I mentally prepared several incantations, Rimer approached.

“That one is the strongest here. Please summon the strongest orc among the monsters you have.”
“Understood.”

Jake nodded, his lips drooping slightly.

‘How fortunate.’

Being asked outright to strengthen it made using the hidden magic far easier. I barely suppressed the urge to smile as I chanted the spell.

“Summon Monster.”

Jake raised his hand and summoned the orc from the Dullan Mountain Range that he had received from Karun.

Boom!

The earth trembled as the largest orc yet erupted from within the inscribed magic circle.

Tusks jutted from its maw, nearly grazing its earlobes. Even in their swollen state, the muscles rippled with coiled power. Its eyes burned with a feral hunger that could devour men whole.

“ROOOAAARRR!”

The orc’s roar drained the color from the trainees’ faces.

“Oh, quite a formidable orc, I must say.”

Rimer nodded approvingly, seemingly oblivious to the danger it posed.

“Then I shall cast enhancement magic upon it.”
“Ah, please do.”
“Strength. Endurance.”

As Jake wove the physical enhancement spells, he simultaneously embedded a berserker enchantment into the orc’s body—one he’d prepared in advance.

Berserker magic amplified physical prowess by at least 1.5 times. And this creature hailed from the Dullan Mountain Range, where it had survived for years. No mere trainee could face it.

With such a savage beast, it could sever Raon’s forearm before any instructor could intervene.

Jake extended his wrist, casting an illusion to make the orc appear human, then nodded.

“Prepare for combat.”

Raon nodded and began warming up. The instant he did, I activated the berserker magic embedded within the orc’s body.

“GRRAAAHHH!”

As the berserker magic erupted, the orc’s muscles ballooned grotesquely, shattering the magical seals that had restrained it.

“ROOOAAARRR!”

The orc naturally locked onto Raon, the closest target, and charged with a bestial shriek.

BOOM!

The orc’s bloated gluteal muscles propelled it forward with explosive force. Pure, unbridled killing intent. It charged with the singular purpose of annihilating Raon in one devastating rush.

‘Perfect!’

Raon hadn’t even drawn his sword yet. He was completely pinned down by the orc’s murderous intent. At minimum, one arm would be severed.

Jake’s eyes gleamed with anticipation as he watched the orc bring its blade down toward Raon.

A sharp metallic ring cut through the air.

Not a red line—a golden arc kissed by the sunset cleaved through the darkening void.

“Guh….”

The orc’s body went rigid, its severed head dropping to the ground with a dull thud.

“What—what is this!”

What in the world was that!

An orc from the Dullan Mountain Range. One layered with every conceivable enhancement spell, even a Berserker incantation that amplified all its abilities by fifty percent.

Raon had bisected the monster with a single stroke. No hesitation, no fear, no clumsiness—it was a perfect cut, as if executed by a swordmaster who had already transcended mortal limits.

Incongruous with the situation, yet undeniably beautiful.

A low growl rumbled from the orc’s collapsing corpse.

Behind the falling body, my eyes locked with Raon Zigheart’s. His irises burned a brilliant crimson, and my heart plummeted into my stomach.

“Gah!”

I stumbled backward without thinking, clutching at my throat. I couldn’t breathe under the pressure radiating from this mere apprentice. It felt as though my lungs had vanished from my body.

‘A monster… a true monster….’

I began crawling backward on my haunches. The suffocating killing intent only ceased just before I lost control of my bladder.

“Haa….”

The killing intent faded, but the terror remained. As I trembled uncontrollably, Rimer approached from the side.

“The mage seems quite exhausted. Well, you did summon monsters all day long.”

Rimer chuckled softly as he helped Jake to his feet.

“Still, we have one more person left. She’s absolutely brimming with enthusiasm. Just give it one more push, please.”

Rimer’s finger pointed toward Lunan Slion, who stood before the Training Ground.

“Y-yes, understood.”

Jake nodded, his jaw trembling. As long as he didn’t meet Raon Zigheart’s gaze, he felt he could do anything.

He steadied his ragged breathing and prepared for the final summoning.

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“Lunan. Are you alright? Can you do this?”
“Yes.”

At Rimer’s question, Lunan Slion nodded firmly and climbed into the Training Ground.

Though blood stained the floor, her gaze remained unwavering. Her violet eyes, devoid of fear, fixed steadily ahead.

“Whenever you’re ready.”
“Y-yes, understood.”

Jake raised his trembling hands and summoned an orc. Despite his terror, he was skilled enough as an intermediate mage to properly layer the enhancement magic.

“Then, let’s b-begin.”

He cast one final illusion to make the orc appear human, then dissolved the magical seal restraining it.

“Roooaaarrr!”

The moment the orc charged, Lunan Slion drew her blade.

Shing!

A pale blue aura bloomed, and silver mist coalesced in the empty air.

“Roooaaarrr!”

Frost that bit into skin spread outward, yet it failed to bind the orc’s feet. The creature charged forward, its body encased in crystalline ice.

“Hmm.”

Lunan Slion pressed her lips together and executed a footwork technique. She glided left and right in fluid motions, evading the orc’s axe.

“Kyaaaah!”

Despite his skin freezing over, Orc didn’t back down. With the resolve of mutual destruction, he continued to swing his axe.

“Ugh.”

Lunan Slion could not bring herself to extend her blade decisively, only dodging the axe. Yet the frost radiating from her sword persisted, and the orc was already more than half-encased in ice.

Tsk.

I clicked my tongue as I watched Lunan Slion retreat like a fleeing coward, exhaling only frost.

‘She still hasn’t resolved it.’

Since Lunan Slion ascended to the Training Ground, she had not once drawn her blade. She merely retreated and froze the orc.

‘Too kind-hearted.’

The reason Lunan Slion fell under Sylvia’s brainwashing was simple.

Because she was kind.
Having understood what death was at such a young age, she feared bloodshed and could not bring herself to wound the orc.

This differed fundamentally from my past self, who would kill anyone to survive.

Lunan Slion was often misunderstood as haughty due to her cold visage and piercing gaze, but her nature was the complete opposite.

‘And that very nature bleeds through her swordsmanship itself.’

She hadn’t infused her blade with cold aura during their sparring match, nor had she scattered frost across the air—both were deliberate restraint to subdue her opponent without causing injury.

Among everyone in the 5th Training Ground, Lunan Slion possessed the gentlest, most compassionate heart. Sylvia had exploited that kindness, wrapping chains around it and using him as her instrument.

‘Lunan.’

Reflecting on it now, when Lunan first approached me in the Training Chamber, it may not have been to mimic my training methods—perhaps he had simply pitied me for standing alone.

“Lunan!”
“Just cut him down!”
“Lunan!”

The instructor and trainees called out his name, but he merely blocked the orc’s axe, unable to mount an aggressive offense—only fleeing.

“Ugh…”

Having expended considerable aura scattering frost, Lunan’s movements grew progressively sluggish. Conversely, the orc—its body largely encased in ice—swung its axe with increasingly savage ferocity.

“Tch.”

I rose from my seat, clicking my tongue. I couldn’t let him freeze the orc to death. To break Sylvia’s brainwashing, I had to finish this myself.

“Lunan!”

For the first time, his head turned toward my voice—a voice he had ignored from everyone else.

“It’s alright.”

I smiled, assuring him nothing would happen. At that moment, the wavering light in Lunan’s eyes crystallized. His violet irises blazed with a brilliant silver luminescence, like untrodden snow beneath starlight.

I felt the darkness that had shrouded his gaze scatter like dust.

“Kyaaaah!”

The instant the orc brought its axe down upon Lunan’s motionless head, a silver arc erupted through the void.

Crack!

A blade gleaming with silver light split the axe shaft asunder and pierced straight through the orc’s heart.

“Guh…”

The orc’s crazed eyes flickered out like a snuffed candle, and its body toppled backward.

*Splurt!*

Hot blood erupted from the orc’s heart before it could fully freeze. Lunan’s hand was drenched in the creature’s blood, yet her expression remained composed.

She turned to look at me, nodding as if asking how that was. I nodded back in acknowledgment.

-She’s free.
‘Yes.’

I let out a quiet laugh. There was no trace of fear in Lunan’s expression now.

Instead, she wore a smile that looked refreshed, almost relieved.

It would take a bit more time, but I had certainly lifted the darkness that Sylvia had cast over her. The brainwashing that creature had inflicted would no longer consume Lunan.

‘I know that better than anyone.’

I knew it with absolute certainty, having spent most of my past life under the grip of brainwashing.

“Wh-what…”
“What, what just happened?”
“What did Raon say to make her change like that?”
“S-scary…”

The trainees stared wide-eyed at Lunan’s ability to freeze an orc with a single strike and at me, who had brought about such a transformation.

Burren and Martha also looked shocked, their eyes trembling as they fixed their gaze on us.

“W-what exactly did you say to her?”

Dorian approached with wide eyes.

“Nothing much.”

I chuckled and shook my head.

“I did it on my own.”

I offered a measured response and looked up at the Platform. Jake’s eyes met mine, and he gasped, stumbling backward.

‘Now then.’

It was time to instill fear in this fool. Fear that would make him never dare touch me again.

A low, resonant hum filled the air.

Just as I was about to send another thin, razor-sharp wave of aura toward the Platform, Rimer stepped in.

“Your condition seems poor. Let’s end it here.”

Rimer smiled wickedly as he helped Jake to his feet.

“Tsk.”

I clicked my tongue and dispersed my killing intent.

‘It’s not finished yet.’

I hadn’t managed to instill fear deep into Jake’s very soul. Though he likely wouldn’t dare challenge me again or entertain foolish thoughts, I regretted not seeing him completely broken.

“Everyone worked hard today.”

Rimer chuckled while supporting Jake.

“Honestly, that wasn’t an easy training session, but you all performed better than I expected.”

He gave everyone a thumbs up.

“The experience you gained today will be invaluable when you face real combat. Once you draw your blade, never hesitate. Your hesitation will lead to your comrades’ deaths. Understood?”
“Yes, sir!”

The trainees straightened their backs and answered with unified vigor.

“The sound is good too. I think we’re ready to go on actual missions now.”
“Yes!”
“A, a mission?”
“Really?”

The children’s faces lit up at the mention of a mission.

“That’s right. Now we’ll need to prepare slowly. For today, that concludes our training. Let’s give a round of applause to Jake, our mage, for his hard work today!”
“Thank you so much!”

Rimer led Jake out of the Training Ground as the trainees’ applause echoed behind them.

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“Ugh…”

Jake left the 5th Training Ground leaning on Rimer’s support. He wanted to move on his own, but the shock from Raon’s murderous intent had left his limbs weak and unresponsive.

“It seems you pushed yourself too hard.”

Rimer, feigning ignorance, gently supported him and led him toward the Magic Tower.

“Sigh…”

As the cool breeze continued to brush against him, his senses gradually returned.

“I, I’m fine now. I’ll go the rest of the way on my own.”

Jake stopped near the 3rd Training Hall where the combat unit trained. He needed to go to the Central Intelligence Agency to report today’s failure.

“Ah, I see. Understood.”

Rimer nodded and seated Jake in a nearby chair.

“Thank you for your help.”

Jake bowed his head while seated before Rimer. When he lifted it again, he realized something had changed.

The wind that had blown so fiercely moments before—strong enough to flutter his clothes—vanished entirely. The air itself had died.

In its place, a murderous intent so potent it raised every hair on his body bloomed forth.

I didn’t want to look. But some inexplicable force compelled my head upward against my will.

He stood there.
The monster who had unleashed madness beside Glen Zigheart decades ago. The Zigheart family’s Mad Swordsman stared down at me with eyes like molten gold.

“A, ah….”

My throat constricted, and blood erupted from my nose unbidden. I couldn’t move a single finger.

‘I… I heard he was destroyed….’

The Zigheart family’s Mad Swordsman had supposedly crippled his core and become a husk. But no. That monster hadn’t vanished—merely weakened.

“Go and tell them.”

Rimer’s frigid voice made my teeth chatter.

“Family heir or not, if they touch our children, I’ll sever their heads.”

Though no wind blew, blood burst from my cheeks and the skin on my arms split open. My body was being carved by murderous intent alone.

“Aaaagh!”

This man had known everything. He’d simply watched to see how far it would go.

“A, ah….”

My heart felt as though it had stopped. Terror paralyzed me completely.

Boom!

A dense emerald wind erupted from the earth beneath Rimer’s feet.

“Gasp!”

Jake shut his eyes against the violent gust of wind, bracing himself for the end. But there was no pain.

As another wave of wind swept past, he cautiously opened his eyes—Rimer was gone. Yet the killing intent he’d left behind still lingered in the air.

“Huff! Huff! M-master and disciple alike… they’re monsters, absolute monsters…”

Jake dropped to his knees, tears and mucus streaming from his eyes, nose, and mouth. His pupils darted wildly left and right like those of a man whose mind had fled.

“Uuuugh!”

Unlike Raon’s disappointment, terror had carved itself deep and dark into Jake’s soul.

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