The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 656

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Chapter 656

“Song of the Wind?”

Raon tilted his head at Rimer with a puzzled expression.

‘What is the Song of the Wind?’

I had heard stories about catching scents on the wind before, but this was the first time I’d heard of the wind singing.

If anything, the Sword Realm that Rimer had recently created was called the Song of Wind and Lightning, but that didn’t seem to be directly related.

“As expected, you don’t know.”

Rimer scratched the bridge of his nose as if he’d anticipated this.

“What do you think is the most basic way a swordsman uses wind?”
“Wrapping it around oneself. It allows you to maximize both speed and sharpness.”

I answered while drawing wind from my dantian.
Since I had Manhwagong and Glacsia, I rarely used it myself, but swordsmen with wind attributes typically wrapped wind around their bodies and blades to increase power and speed.

“Correct.”

Rimer nodded calmly.

“When you wrap wind around your body, it makes you feel so light that you forget your own weight, allowing you to deliver faster and sharper strikes. But that’s not all there is to it.”

He flicked his fingers.

“Create frost and cold above your hands.”
“Understood.”

Raon nodded and manifested frost in his left hand and flames in his right.

“Wind is quite a unique attribute.”

A cyan-tinged wind rose above Rimer’s fingertips.

“There’s no attribute that stands in extreme opposition like fire and water. Rather….”

As the wind coiling around his fingers unraveled like thread, the flames and frost burning above his palm swelled to roughly double their size.

“Wind strengthens other attributes instead.”
“Wasn’t the earth attribute incompatible with wind?”

Raon tilted his head, observing the intensely burning flames and frost.

“No. Just like fire and frost, wind can also strengthen earth attribute sword strikes.”

Rimer laughed, saying it was merely the talk of people who enjoyed fitting formulas together.

-That one speaks truth.

Wrath nodded in agreement.

-Wind can strengthen fire, water, and earth all at once. Though it’s true the harmony with earth is somewhat lacking. It’s best to view it as a complex relationship.

He snorted, remarking that it was strange to see the day when that fool’s words proved correct.

“Since wind can strengthen all three attributes—fire, water, and earth—it can just as easily suppress all three.”

As blue light flickered from Rimer’s fingertips, all the wind flowing around them vanished. When a windless zone devoid of even air itself formed, the flames extinguished and the frost began to settle.

“Then this is the Song of Wind….”
“No, that was merely the basic stage.”

As he flicked his finger, the dying embers suddenly erupted into a massive inferno that reached toward the heavens.

“This is….”
“You’ve heard the Song of Wind.”

Rimer pointed to his own pointed ears with his finger.

“Each wind sings its own unique song. Some winds can amplify flames further, others can deepen the chill more profoundly, and still others can sharpen a blade’s edge beyond even superior force.”

He laughed, saying that each wind had different strengths and weaknesses.

“My Sword Realm technique, ‘Eye of the Typhoon,’ summons winds with sharp qualities and wraps them around the blade.”

Rimer winked, indicating that he had substituted strong energy with that sharp wind.

“Ah…”

Raon licked his lips as he watched the mountain of flames blazing in his palm.

‘Now I understand.’

Until now, I had thought wind was merely wind, but hearing Rimer’s explanation, I grasped the truth.

Each wind possessed its own unique nature, and depending on that nature, it seemed they had different advantages—some could amplify flames further, while others could weave sharper edges into a blade.

“I understand what you’re saying, but…”

Raon shook his head, meeting Rimer’s calm gaze.

“I cannot perceive the differences between winds.”

I could see the results, but I had no way of knowing which wind possessed which advantages.

“That’s only natural. You’re human, and your affinity with wind isn’t particularly high.”

Rimer shook his head as if it were obvious.

“Then why would you teach me the song of the wind…”
“Because I can make you hear it.”

He raised his long fingers.

“I’ll teach you my aura cultivation method.”
“Pardon?”

Raon’s eyes widened as he looked at Rimer.

‘What are you saying right now?’

Rimer’s aura cultivation method wasn’t from Zigheart, but from the Sepia Guardian’s cultivation technique.
I couldn’t understand why he would teach me the martial arts of a non-transmission lineage.

“My cultivation method doesn’t just accumulate aura—it heightens wind affinity so you can even hear the song of the wind.”
“That’s not the issue. Are you sure it’s okay to teach me Sepia’s cultivation method?”
“Well, normally it wouldn’t be, but there’s no one around here anyway.”

Rimer chuckled, saying there were no guardians or Guardians present. I couldn’t fathom how his mind worked.

“My aura cultivation method is called Garunua. It means the song of the wind. Now, let’s begin.”
“Wait, hold on!”
“The cry that the wind draws is….”

Before I could stop him, he closed his eyes and began reciting the incantation of the cultivation method.

‘What is this!’

I blinked blankly before beginning to cram the incantation Rimer was chanting into my head.

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After Rimer finished reciting all the incantations and applications of Garunua, he slowly opened his eyes.

I was lost in a state of profound meditation, recalling the incantations of Garunua.

‘He’s entered that state again?’

I let out a helpless laugh. Most people would be fortunate to enter such profound meditation once in their lifetime, yet this fellow traversed it like walking in and out of a restroom. It could no longer even be called luck.

Rimer set up a protective formation to guard me and drew a faint smile.

‘It was good that I memorized it beforehand.’

Even if one understands something with body and mind, speaking it aloud is another matter entirely. Thanks to practicing the recitation in advance, I was able to draw out his concentration to the very end.

Rimer stopped his training and waved to the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen observing the Training Ground. The swordsmen nodded and silently departed from the arena.

He turned his gaze back to Raon and smacked his lips.

‘Should I really give Garunua to an outsider?’

If I don’t give it to him, who else would I give it to?

As Raon had said, Garunua was a secret martial technique that should only be passed down within Sepia—a technique never transmitted to outsiders.
It was a martial art granted only to the Elf who would become the leader of the Guardians, but it felt like no waste to teach it to Raon. Even if the current Guardian, Grandfather, learned of this, he wouldn’t scold me.

Whoooosh.

Raon’s breathing grew rough, then stabilized, then rough again in cycles. The wind around him pulsed in rhythm with his breath.

By the time the sun had set and the moon risen, the wind enveloping the 5th Training Ground surged as if being drawn into Raon.

“Huh?”

Rimer’s eyes widened as she felt the swirling wind.

‘Surely not….’

It seemed Raon was attempting to master Garunua with merely hearing the incantation and its application method. She could feel green wind condensing within his dantian.

‘This insane bastard!’

Even in a state of complete immersion, she had thought it impossible for him to master Garunua so quickly.

Yet Raon’s absurd talent had produced the light, brisk wind of Garunua in less than a single day.

Kuuuuong!

The wind drawn into Raon’s pores pierced his dantian and caused a tremendous explosion. Normally he would have suffered grave damage, but the flames and cold energy already settled within him seemed to have blocked the wind’s aftermath.

“Huuuah….”

Raon exhaled a serene breath and opened his eyes. Green wind flickered across his crimson irises.

“Hah….”

Rimer exhaled softly while watching Raon, a wry smile crossing his face.

“You’ve mastered it?”
“Yes. It just happened that way.”

Raon nodded calmly.

“You’re insane. Truly.”
“I never intended to master it from the start. I was restructuring Garunua’s framework to suit human physiology, and before I knew it, I became completely absorbed in the process….”

He scratched the back of his head, admitting he’d entered a state of complete focus without realizing it.

“You really exhaust me. Truly.”

Despite his words of exasperation, Rimer laughed brightly and swept his hair back.

“So, what does it feel like?”
“I still can’t hear the Song of the Wind. However….”

Raon gazed blankly into empty space and gently traced his fingertips.

“I can sense that each gust of wind has a subtly different color.”
“That’s enough then.”

Rimer nodded cheerfully. Sensing the color of wind meant his affinity had deepened considerably.
Even if he hadn’t reached the first star yet, he had clearly mastered Garunua properly.

“But is it truly acceptable for me to have mastered Garunua?”
“Hmm….”

Rimer blinked blankly before bursting into laughter.

“I have no idea.”
“….”

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I squeezed my eyes shut.

‘I shouldn’t have trusted that Red-haired Elf!’

A sharp chill suddenly ran down my spine as regret began to flood in.

“I’m joking. Just joking. Even if Grandfather found out, he wouldn’t say much. Don’t worry.”

Rimer waved his hand dismissively. Honestly, I didn’t believe that either, but it brought some small measure of relief.

“And this isn’t the time to think about such things anyway. You’re getting some inspiration now, aren’t you?”

He smiled as if he could somehow read my thoughts.

“That’s true.”

I nodded, watching the wind swirling around Rimer.

‘The inspiration is definitely building.’

Having witnessed a new world while mastering Garunua, I had found both the path for my own advancement and the inspiration to create martial techniques for the Gwangpung Corps.

“I want to summon a wind that matches the name Gwangpung—fierce yet radiant.”
“Hmm….”

Rimer stroked his chin and nodded as if he understood what I meant.

“Good. Give it a try. Even if you fail, you’ll learn something from it.”
“Deputy Master, you’ve been acting strange lately.”

I narrowed my eyes, observing Rimer as he offered me various pieces of advice.

“What?”
“You’re being too kind. Normally, you’d be at the Gambling House and wouldn’t show your face for a while.”
“The Gambling House is closed today.”
“The Gambling House has days off?”
“They said it’s for internal repairs.”
“Sigh…”

I exhaled deeply and furrowed my brow. I’d suspected as much, and my suspicions were correct.

“But you, listen.”

Rimer rolled his shoulders lightly before sprawling across the Platform as usual.

“There’s another reason you suddenly decided to create a new martial art for the Gwangpung Corps, isn’t there?”
“Huh? What do you mean…”
“Is it because of the deaths of Koman and Raystel Barfil, whom you met at the Sword Master’s Tomb?”

His green eyes gleamed with a grave light.

“…”

I trembled at my fingertips without answering. Rimer’s words were not wrong in the slightest.

Koman and Raystel fought with the same purpose as me, and they fell in battle. They sacrificed their lives to save me.

It was the first time I’d witnessed the death of someone who could be considered a comrade in this life, and an ominous thought crossed my mind. The worst-case assumption that if things had gone slightly differently, I would have died, or the Gwangpung Corps would have perished.
If things had gone even slightly wrong, I would have died, or the Gwangpung Corps would have been wiped out—that worst-case scenario.

Even if I were to die, I hoped those remaining would live. With that resolve, I made the decision to create a new martial art.
Even if I die, I made the resolve to create a new martial art with the hope that those left behind would survive.

“Yeah. I knew you’d do that.”

Rimer nodded calmly as if he had read all my thoughts. A solemn light lingered in his eyes, which had been sparkling with playfulness.

“Raon. Everyone dies.”

A chill ran through me as I followed his touch.

“Neither you, nor I, nor the Gwangpung Corps are exceptions. I wish we could continue like this forever, but someday, someone will die.”
“…I understand.”

Raon lowered his gaze and bit his lip.

“It’s good that you’re trying to delay that day. But you mustn’t fear the death that approaches. You are the Organization Master of the Gwangpung Corps.”

Rimer patted his shoulder as if to say he must accept it. His touch was heavy, yet warmer than ever before.
The anxious and tense heart seemed to unwind gently.

“Why are you like this today? It’s not like you.”

Raon furrowed his brow as he looked at Rimer.

“A master must play his role sometimes.”

Rimer chuckled and rose to his feet.

“Do you know the saying that you shouldn’t even step on your master’s shadow?”
“Of course I do.”

Raon nodded. He had stepped on it countless times—even struck Rimer once. Hearing those words made him suddenly feel apologetic.

“I’ve stepped on it countless times. If you’re bringing that up…”
“I don’t particularly like that saying.”
“Pardon?”
“Not stepping on a master’s shadow shows respect, but it also means keeping distance from the master.”

Rimer laughed softly and shook his head.

“So feel free to step on my shadow—all of you. Just don’t distance yourselves from me.”

He rose with a gentle smile on his face.

“Oh, and.”

Rimer turned back as he descended from the Platform.

“If anyone comes looking for me and sits in silence without saying anything, just make up some helpful information or a good deed I supposedly did that I haven’t revealed yet.”
“What do you mean by that?”

I blinked, unable to comprehend his words.

“Never mind! Just do it!”

Rimer waved his hands frantically and left the darkening Training Ground.

“What’s gotten into him?”

I blinked while watching Rimer leave.

-I understand now!

Wrath snapped his round fingers as if he’d figured something out.

-That fool’s already lost all his money and is clearly seeing hallucinations!
‘…That might be it.’

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I left the Training Ground and headed toward the Annex Building.

‘How fascinating.’

Now that I’d mastered Garunua, I could feel the texture of the wind. I never knew that what I’d simply thought of as wind possessed so many different facets.

‘Weaving wind has become far easier too.’

Until now, the wind’s energy itself was too sparse, so I’d only used it to enhance my cold aura and flames.
But if I continued to master Garunua, it seemed I could fight using wind alone.

‘The Sword Saint’s martial arts combined with Garunua… that would create quite a formidable technique.’

I gazed at the Garden of the Annex Building with a satisfied smile.
Since it was late, the handmaidens and Kiluwan were nowhere to be seen, but the soil in the Garden had been packed down quite thoroughly.

‘A month or so should set things right.’

After checking the Garden’s condition, I was about to head to the Infirmary where Sylvia was when I spotted someone standing in front of the Lake in the Garden.

‘What is that… Ah!’

As I focused my gaze, I caught sight of blonde hair fluttering in the wind and a black long robe. It was Glen Zigheart.

‘Why is he here?’

I swallowed dryly and approached Glen Zigheart.

“I greet you, Head of House.”
“Mm….”

Glen Zigheart gave a brief nod without even turning around.

“What brings you to the Annex Building?”
“I heard it was severely damaged, so I stopped by while taking a walk.”
“I see.”

I nodded and gazed at Glen Zigheart’s back.

‘Hmm? What’s this?’

Why isn’t he saying anything?

Glen Zigheart said nothing more, his eyes fixed only on the Lake. I couldn’t understand why someone who came to inspect the Annex Building was so focused on the Lake.

-What’s that old man doing?

Wrath furrowed his brow.

‘I’m not sure either.’
-Then just leave him be! Let’s go see Mother quickly and grab some food! My stomach feels like it’s touching my back!
‘You mean your spine….’

Raon pushed away Wrath, who was spouting nonsense, and looked back at Glen.

‘What is he thinking about… Ah!’

As I furrowed my brow, thinking Glen seemed strange, Rimer’s words came to mind.

[If someone comes looking and stays silent without saying anything, just make up some helpful information or a good deed you hadn’t revealed before and tell them.]

But regardless of those words, I actually did have something to tell Glen.

“Head of House. I have something I’d like to tell you.”
“Mm.”

Glen nodded as if telling me to speak.

“Currently, Oma is secluded and gathering military forces. Of course, it’s unlikely to be for any good purpose.”

I relayed the information I’d heard from Merlin today with some embellishment.

“Where did you hear that information?”
“From an information source I’ve cultivated externally.”

I lowered my gaze, recalling the cat in which Merlin had dwelled.

“In fact, Eden and the North-South Alliance didn’t even appear at the Sword Master’s Tomb, and the other three forces haven’t made any additional threats. I think it would be wise to strengthen vigilance throughout the entire Zigheart Territory.”
“That’s similar to what the Bi-Yeon Society said.”

Glen nodded, saying that Chad, the head of the Bi-Yeon Society, had mentioned the same thing.

“I came without any particular expectations, but I’ve obtained good information.”
“No, sir.”
“Reasonable information deserves reasonable compensation.”
“Pardon?”

Glen didn’t answer my question and snapped his fingers. A dimensional rift opened in the air, and several martial arts manuals fell down.

“They’re yours.”
“Uh….”

Raon stared blankly at the stack of martial arts texts piled before him, his eyes blinking slowly.

‘What is going on today?’

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