The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 64

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Chapter 64

Martha Zigheart ran forward, turning over the instructions Raon had given her in her mind.

-Your compatibility with the defensive formation is poor. It would be best to switch opponents.
‘Absolutely not!’

She cursed immediately at his suggestion to retreat. Raon showed no surprise, nodding as if he’d expected exactly this response.

-Then I’ll give you different instructions. Destroy the formation.
-Destroy the formation?
-Their formation isn’t perfect. It can’t be perfect. They’re only trainees.
-What do you mean it’s not perfect?
-They’ve condensed nine auras to block you. That means aura is moving within the formation itself.
-So then….
-Right. If you target that gap, even with your current strength after expending so much aura, you can shatter the formation.

Chills ran down her spine at those words.

‘What is this guy?’

To identify an enemy’s weaknesses from a seated position and devise a strategy—she couldn’t fathom how such a monster existed.

-I don’t want to exploit weaknesses. I want to win head-on.

Words tumbled out, different from what she truly thought, unwilling to be overshadowed by Raon’s logic.

-Right. If you recover your stamina and restore your aura, you could win. You’re exceptional, after all. But right now, this very moment?

Again, no answer came. With her stamina and aura depleted, she couldn’t conceive of a way to defeat those stamina monsters.

-As I said, this isn’t a one-on-one duel. It’s a team battle. Choose. Will you cling to your pride for an uncertain victory, or will you choose victory for your team?

Martha rose without answering.

‘In the past, I would have ignored such words.’

Before my defeat at the hands of Raon, back when I was drowning in arrogance, I would have continued fighting no matter what that bastard said.

But I had experienced one defeat, and this time I might suffer a second. Winning by any means necessary was better than losing.

‘His name was Dun, wasn’t it.’

In the distance, I could see that Dun fellow I’d fought earlier. The solid, rock-like presence he emanated remained unchanged. I wanted to smash him to pieces with my fists right then and there, but I gritted my teeth and held back.

“You came knowing you can’t win? How foolish.”
“If you run your mouth carelessly, you’ll get hurt.”

Just like the old me.

Martha kicked off the ground and charged at Dun.

“Fourth Brother!”

The trainees behind moved to Dun’s side, gathering their aura.

“Hmm!”

Martha didn’t bring her raised sword down—instead, she unfolded her aura sense.

I felt the auras of the 6th Martial Grounds trainees converging toward Dun.

‘It’s really slow.’

Raon was right. Because the aura’s magnitude was so immense, its movement was sluggish as a snail’s.

“Hup!”

Martha drew a sharp breath and pivoted to the right.

“Futile!”

Dun twisted his waist to block the front. The same formation as before. But there was a difference.

Martha, no longer mindlessly hurling sword strikes, brought her blade down toward Dun’s right flank—the spot where his aura hadn’t yet fully condensed.

Crash!

Blade met blade, and a violent shockwave erupted between them.

The impact drove Martha backward, but the formation held by Dun and the trainees—solid as ancient roots—wavered dramatically under the force.

“Ugh!”
“Gah…”

Dun and the trainees groaned, struggling to steady their shaking formation.

Martha’s eyes gleamed like black pearls.

‘That bastard was right.’

Raon’s assessment was correct. The defensive strength where aura hadn’t yet gathered was noticeably weaker than elsewhere.

“So this really was the strategy.”

A hollow laugh escaped her lips.
Was the strategy too simple?
No. It was Raon Zigheart—that monster—who had identified the weakness in this formation from the flag position. A chill ran down her spine at his monstrosity.

“Don’t grow arrogant from a single advantage!”
“A single advantage? You’re delusional. This is just the beginning!”

Martha bellowed and charged forward.

She feinted an attack, slipped left, and drove her blade toward Dun’s lower body—where he couldn’t shift his aura in time.

Clang!

Dun brought his sword down desperately, but his upper body lurched violently, and the trainees forming the line were thrown to the side.

“It’s over now!”

Martha surged forward with the ferocity of a beast, bearing down on Dun whose formation had shattered.

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Burren lifted his head while rotating his wrist that gripped the sword.

Decal, one of the most skilled trainees in the Branch Family, glared at him with fierce eyes.

‘I lost last time.’

When Decal and seven other trainees rushed at him simultaneously, using the sensory sword technique that dismantled swordsmanship, there was no way to overcome them.

With the difference in numbers, the others couldn’t help, and he had only been pushed back continuously.

It was true that they had devised a clear plan to bring down the 5th Training Ground.

‘This time, I won’t just take it.’

One retreat was enough. Even if I fall, I’ll knock all of them down.

“The great Burren Zigheart running away? It seems there’s no match for a group beating after all.”

Decal smirked.

“This time, I hope you’ll fight like a true swordsman until the end!”

At his gesture, the trainees behind him rushed forward like a swarm of rats.

“Hyaaah!”

Decal also drove forward and thrust his sword.

The eight swords weren’t perfectly coordinated, but each one targeted the weakest opening.

“Whoosh!”

Burren drew up his aura and moved with flowing footwork, unfolding the Hyunsang Sword Technique. His body flowed like water, shifting sideways.

His blade curved toward Decal on his right.

“Now!”
“Push forward!”

The trainees who had honed their sensory perception seized the moment as Burren’s blade extended, driving inward.

But it was a trap Burren had laid.

Whoosh!

The training sword aimed at Decal curved like a crescent moon, lashing across the wrists and chests of the trainees who had rushed in.

“Gack!”
“Aaah!”

In an instant, two trainees clutched their wrists and chests, rolling across the floor. By their condition, they were out of the match.

“Hm!”

Burren’s blade did not stop. Moving with the Garam footwork, he brought down the Hyunsang sword technique once more.

Three trainees instinctively thrust at the opening created by the large overhead motion.

‘Caught.’

Burren’s blue eyes flashed. His elbow bent smoothly, and he struck mercilessly at the chests of the approaching trainees.

Crash!

Three trainees flew backward from a single sword strike.

“Gack!”
“Ugh….”

The one who took the brunt managed to stand, but the other two were already unconscious.

“This, this can’t be!”

Decal belatedly pursued, but Burren had already retreated to the side.

“W-what on earth! Mixing in feints all of a sudden!”
“Tell me about it.”

Burren furrowed his brow.

‘I never thought simply mixing in feints would make such a difference.’

Sensation-based swordsmanship that relied on instinct rather than systematic technique. The trainees who hadn’t yet reached mastery had no choice but to flail about, caught by the feints.

‘But how did that bastard figure this out?’

Raon clearly hadn’t moved from his position. Watching him sit calmly, observing everything from above, sent chills down my spine at the depth of his perception and knowledge.

‘Martha must be feeling the same way I am.’

Martha, fighting down there, was undoubtedly thinking the same thing.

‘That onion of a guy.’

Just when I thought I understood Raon, he reveals another layer. Like an onion, no matter how many layers you peel away, there’s always something new underneath.

“It’s not over yet!”
“Haaah!”

Decal gritted his teeth and charged forward. The remaining three trainees rushed in alongside him.

Whoosh!

Burren thrust his sword forward. The power was formidable, but the motion was so large that multiple openings were visible.

“It’s a feint. Don’t mind it! Huh?”

Decal’s eyes widened. He tried to push forward ignoring it, but the trajectory of Burren’s sword strike remained unchanged.

“This one’s real.”
“Oh no!”

He switched to defense too late, but it was already too late.

Crash!

Decal flew backward, his training sword shattered by the devastating blade strike.

“The match is already over.”

Burren’s blue eyes gleamed as he surveyed the remaining trainees.

“We’ve won.”

As long as that monster was on our side, the 5th Training Ground could not lose.

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“W-what is this!”

Methun’s eyes bulged wide as he watched the 6th Martial Grounds trainees begin losing ground simultaneously across all fronts.

“How is this even happening!”

Losing in one sector was understandable. But the upper, middle, and lower positions were all being pushed back—against opponents they had each defeated once before.

“I told you. It’s not over yet.”

Rimer, sprawled lazily beside him, yawned irritatingly and muttered.

“What did you do?”
“It wasn’t me. It was Raon.”
“What?”
“Before you could even see it, Raon gave those guys some advice. And it worked perfectly.”
“The situation changed this much just from some trainee’s advice?”
“Not just any trainee’s advice—it’s Raon’s advice.”

Rimer chuckled and pointed toward Raon, who stood alone guarding the flag.

“Some of the trainees don’t follow Raon, and some even dislike him, but I trust his strength and judgment completely. After today, they’ll probably follow him like his word is gospel.”
“Hmm….”

Methun let out a groan. If what he said was true, then Raon had earned their trust.

But what surprised him even more was how decisively Raon’s advice had worked.

“What advice was it?”
“Curious? If you’re curious, you’ll have to pay in gold coins… ah, never mind.”

Rimer waved his hand upon seeing Methun’s expression harden mercilessly.

“Well, from above….”

He told Methun about the advice Raon had given to the trainees.

“Insane….”

Methun’s fingers trembled slightly.

‘How could a trainee come up with such advice?’

It was a flawless strategy with nothing to discard.

But what was even more astonishing was that he had discerned his opponent’s weaknesses from such a distance using only his aura perception.

Rimer was right. The arrogant one wasn’t Raon—it was himself.

He had every right to say his senses were sharper than Cain’s.

‘But.’

Methun gazed down at Cain, who had begun to move, and smiled with conviction.

‘The match isn’t over yet.’

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Beneath the flag, I opened my eyes.

‘They’re all doing well.’

Though I had suppressed my presence, I relaxed my senses—which I’d kept fully open to observe the battle—and smiled faintly.

Burren, having subdued Decal, swept through the trainees who had learned sensory swordplay like a tempest, while Martha shattered the inspection formation and was pummeling the remaining trainees.

And Lunan…
was engaged in an ice-field duel against one of the 6th Martial Grounds’ elite trainees.

‘Well, it doesn’t matter.’

It seemed they wouldn’t lose, so everything should be fine.

‘Now then…’

I rose to my feet. As I loosened my body lightly, the brush rustled, and a swordsman with golden hair and blue eyes emerged.

‘Cain Zigheart.’

The chief of the 6th Martial Grounds and a direct-line relative two years my senior had revealed himself.

‘I knew it would come to this.’

Being pushed back from all directions while concealing my presence left only one direction for him to move.

Securing the enemy’s flag.

“So you were here after all, Raon Zigheart.”

Cain bit his lip. His expression showed no surprise, as if he had anticipated this to some degree.

“I didn’t know you’d use magic on trainees. I heard you weren’t recognized, but it seems that was just a rumor.”

He slowly drew his sword from his waist.

“But this is where it ends.”
“Ends?”
“I heard your aura is fire-attribute.”

As he spoke, crimson flames erupted along Cain Zigheart’s blade.

“Unfortunately, my aura is the highest-grade fire-attribute, and my aura capacity exceeds that of a formal swordmaster. By elemental affinity, you cannot defeat me.”
“Elemental affinity, is it.”

Raon let out a soft chuckle and drew his sword. The essence of the Ten Thousand Flames Technique that had painted his blade red bloomed into a small flower.

Whoosh!

Though far smaller than the inferno dancing upon Cain Zigheart’s blade, the intensity of its color was incomparable.

“This family certainly loves to talk before a fight.”

Raon declared with eyes the color of flame itself.

“Come. I’ll show you how a single petal of flame devours your entire inferno.”

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