The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 659

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Chapter 659

I left the sulking Wrath behind and examined the messages that had appeared before my eyes in detail.

[You have created the Ascending Martial Art 【Gale Wind Style】.]
[You have received recognition from 【Wrath】.]
[Through the effects of the title 【Young Grand Master】 and recognition from 【Wrath】, the Ascending Martial Art grows into the Supreme Ascending Martial Art.]
[You have acquired Garunua.]
[All ability points increase by 25.]

The flow of the Gale Wind Style inscribed in my mana circuit underwent subtle changes.
The wind that rose of its own accord wrapped around my entire body as if it possessed life, then swept through the entire Cultivation Chamber with violent force.

I couldn’t yet discern exactly what had changed, but I could feel that a crucial aspect of the Gale Wind Style had ascended to a higher dimension.

What followed was the effect of the ability point increase. My muscles and bones hardened further, and my senses sharpened as if my skin had swollen with power.

Seeing how rewards poured in the moment I named it the Gale Wind Style, it seemed I had chosen the name well.

I narrowed my eyes as I examined the part about the Gale Wind Style becoming a Supreme Ascending Martial Art.

‘Wrath.’
-Why are you calling me, you fool destined for paradise!
‘Hmm….’

I wasn’t sure how Wrath himself took it, but from my perspective, it sounded only like praise. I smiled awkwardly and pointed to the message for him.

‘What does it mean that an Ascending Martial Art has become a Supreme Ascending Martial Art?’
-Hmph. The Gale Wind Style you created was originally spanning both the Ascending and Supreme Ascending realms from the start. That’s why the True Demon King deemed it acceptable. However, due to your incompetence, the final piece was slightly misaligned.

Wrath shook his head while slightly bending his round fingers.

-Thanks to the True Demon King’s magnificent praise, that misaligned piece moved of its own accord and straightened into its proper form.

He lifted his chin as if expecting gratitude.

‘The final piece….’

I activated the Gwangpung Style. No—the moment the thought crossed my mind, wind rose of its own accord and wrapped around the back of my hand.

‘This is….’

I swallowed hard, watching the wind surge up like a shield protecting the back of my hand.

‘Automatic manifestation?’

When I created the Gwangpung Style, the most important consideration was compatibility with the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen.

I wanted to craft an auxiliary martial art that could help them even if they learned other techniques and continued to grow.
That purpose had carried through, and it seemed the technique had achieved both resonance and intuitive sensing for the user’s convenience.

The current Gwangpung Style required only activation; once deployed, the wind followed the caster’s will without need for separate manipulation.
And through the effect of Garunua, the wind adapted to whatever was most suitable in that moment.

-Sharp wind when attacking, solid wind when defending—all automatic. What a ridiculously brilliant martial art!

Wrath suddenly cried out in mock displeasure, furrowing his brow. It was high praise in disguise.

‘Yes. It truly deserves to be called a supreme martial art.’

I had thought it would be difficult to create a sensory-based martial art with just the Gwangpung Sword alone, but the system had filled that gap. It was nothing short of providence.

“Thank you.”

I smiled toward the message the system had sent me.

-Not that thing! You should be thanking the True Demon King!

Just as Wrath was waving his hand and about to leap up, the existing message vanished and a new one took its place.

[The title 【Young Grandmaster】 has been converted to 【Grandmaster】.]
[All stats increase by 5 points.]
[The trait 【Focus】 has increased in rank.]
[The trait 【Indomitable Will】 has increased in rank.]

-Stop giving away so much! This one’s belly will burst!

Wrath shrieked that it wasn’t even mine, so why was I being so generous.

I smiled as I read the 【Focus】 trait among the messages.

‘No matter how much I think about it, Focus seems like the best trait.’

The reason I frequently fell into a state of no-self and entered the realm of ascension was all because the 【Focus】 trait had a high grade.
At first, I thought it was nothing special, but now I realized it was as precious as the Ring of Fire.

‘I’ve received help in many ways.’

In truth, even without Wrath, I would have grown stronger with the memories of my past life and the Ring of Fire.

But reaching the intermediate level of Grand Master as I have now would have been impossible, and I might have died during a mission. Recalling that thought, I felt grateful to both Wrath and the system.

“Thank you.”

I patted Wrath’s round back with genuine sincerity.

-W-what are you doing!

Wrath recoiled in shock, stumbling backward. He turned his head sharply like a cat and licked his back with his tongue.

-Why are you suddenly acting like this!
“I’m just saying thank you.”
“Cancel it! Cancel it right now! What curse have you placed on the True Demon King!”
“It’s not a curse, it’s sincere….”
-Shut your mouth! There’s no way someone like you would say something like that!
“….”

I had only expressed gratitude because I was grateful, but his reaction left me with nothing to say.

“What exactly do you think of me?”

I let out a hollow laugh watching Wrath growl.

-An angel! A celestial being! A divine deity!

Wait, isn’t that supposed to be a compliment….

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After leaving the Cultivation Chamber, Raon immediately summoned all members of the Gwangpung Corps.

Burren, Martha, and Lunan stood below the platform alongside the swordsmen, while Mark Goeten stood with his back straight atop the platform.

Rimer, who arrived late, sprawled across his reserved seat on the right side of the platform and let out a long yawn.

Raon examined the faces of the swordsmen in turn before ascending the platform.

“You all know why I entered the Cultivation Chamber.”

The Gwangpung Corps nodded as if it were obvious.

“It was to create a martial technique for the Gwangpung Corps. Fortunately, I’ve achieved that goal.”

I smiled faintly, watching the eyes of the Gwangpung Corps gleam with anticipation.

“This master is truly insane….”

Martha let out an incredulous laugh.

“How can you create a martial technique in just one week?”
“Right? I thought it would take at least a month.”

Despite his words of disbelief, Burren’s smile burned with fervent heat. His eyes blazed with a fiercer light than those of the other swordsmen.

“My choice was not wrong after all.”
“Choice?”

Lunan tilted his head, questioning what he meant.

“It’s nothing.”

Burren waved his hand dismissively.

“What’s the name of this new martial technique you’ve created?”

Crain raised his hand eagerly as he asked.

“Gale Wind Style.”
“Gale Wind? Again with Gale Wind? I guess the gods don’t grant everything—at least your sense of naming is absolutely terrible.”

He chuckled, as if I only knew how to say Gale Wind.

“…That’s true.”

I twisted the corner of my mouth upward and nodded.

“Well said, Crain.”
“Huh?”

Crain’s eyes widened as if he didn’t understand what I meant.

“A name alone won’t give anyone a clear sense of what kind of martial technique it is. It’s better to show it directly.”

As I said that, I flicked my finger upward.

“Come forward, Crain.”
“Ugh….”

Crain’s jaw trembled as he looked around, but no one met his gaze.

“Just as the elders say—they’re never wrong. The fewer words, the better.”

Dorian pulled a mask from his pocket and covered his mouth.

“Ugh….”

Crain bit his lip as he climbed onto the platform. His steps were as lifeless as a zombie’s.

“There’s no need to worry so much.”

I looked at Crain and waved my hand lightly.

“I won’t use flames or frost.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm….”

Crain bit his lip, apparently thinking he could manage without using his flame and frost auras, and drew his sword.

“My skills have improved too! Don’t regret this later!”

He let out a sharp cry and stomped the ground.

Ching!

Sharp sword qi erupted from Crain’s blade, shooting simultaneously toward my shoulder, waist, and thigh. Fast and dazzling in its movements—the kind of progress that warranted his own boast about growth.

I watched Crain’s incoming sword strikes without defending or channeling my aura. I simply raised my left hand.

The moment I sensed the danger of his penetrating strikes, wind surged from the back of my hand.

A shield of wind rose with a blue radiance, exhaling a heavy breath.

Boom!

Crain’s sword strikes couldn’t pierce through the wind erupting from my hand and faded away pathetically.

I raised my hand—the one that had successfully defended—and formed a meditation gesture. The wind that had formed the shield gathered like clouds at the tip of my hand, taking the shape of a blunt club.

Thud!

Crain had no time to defend and was struck in the abdomen, tumbling off the platform.

“Ugh!”

He cried out while clutching his stomach.

“Damn, that hurts! And what was that wind just now!”

Crain thrashed about, caught between pain and curiosity, his expression showing he couldn’t even be certain what had hit him despite experiencing it directly.

“My aura didn’t move, so why are the wind and light….”
“I used my aura.”

Raon shook his head while looking at Crain.

“I’ve been activating the Gale Wind technique since before you arrived.”
“Ah, I didn’t feel anything at all?”

Burren Zigheart swallowed dryly and approached the platform. It seemed even more surprising because he shared the same wind attribute.

“The Gale Wind technique is a bit different from the martial arts we’re currently learning.”

Raon created wind above his fingertips.

“It’s more of a reaction than a martial art.”
“A reaction? Explain it in more detail…please!”

Martha tapped her chest as if frustrated.

“To put it simply, the Gale Wind technique is a supplementary martial art. It’s a supporting technique that makes your swordplay stronger, faster, and more solid. However, you don’t need to be consciously aware of it.”

The moment Raon finished speaking, the wind burning from his fingertips transformed into a massive waterspout that soared into the sky.

“Once you manifest the Gale Wind technique, you don’t need to worry about anything else. The wind will naturally support your movements.”
“Is, is that even possible?”

Mark Goeten exhaled sharply, his pupils trembling. Even for someone who had encountered countless martial arts, this seemed astonishing.

“It’s hard to believe, but it’s true. I used the Bright Sword’s hypersensitivity. Of course, it was also thanks to good fortune.”
“Wait a moment.”

Rimer rose to his feet, narrowing his eyes.

“There are many martial arts where wind assists a warrior. But even among the highest-tier techniques, I’ve never heard of one that activates automatically. This Gale Wind technique you speak of… surely….”
“Yes. It’s the highest-tier martial art.”

Raon nodded calmly.

….

Silence descended upon the entire 5th Training Ground at the mention of the Supreme Ascension martial art.

“Supreme… Supreme Ascension?”
“…Is our Organization Master truly insane?”

Burren and Martha gawked with expressions of utter disbelief.

“Supreme Ascension…”

Even Lunan appeared startled, the sharpness that had filled her eyes melting away.

“Hah!”
“The second martial art he created is Supreme Ascension?”
“How is that even possible?”

The Gwangpung Corps, having regained their senses, could only mutter words of disbelief.

“I’m telling you, it was pure luck. Even if I tried to create another, it wouldn’t happen again.”

Raon waved his hand, insisting it was truly fortune alone.

‘After all, I didn’t create it entirely through my own power.’

The Gale Wind Style I had developed had only reached the pinnacle of Ascension, never touching Supreme Ascension. It was Wrath who had transformed it into its current form.

‘I’m grateful.’

I blinked at Wrath once more.

-You lucky bastard! You’re cursing the True Demon King again!

Wrath began chanting strange incantations, declaring he would overcome the curse of the celestials. I found it tiresome and simply left him to it.

“Creating a Supreme Ascension martial art isn’t something you can achieve through luck alone.”

Rimer let out a hollow laugh and shook his head.

“Just when I think you’ve reached your limit, you immediately show me what comes next. At this point, I have no idea where your boundaries truly lie.”

He blinked his eyes with a weary expression, for his elevated realm granted him full appreciation of the supreme martial arts’ value.

“This was not my work alone.”

Raon closed his eyes calmly before opening them again.

“The martial arts of the Sword Saint and the martial technique manuals provided by the Head of House proved invaluable. And….”

He smiled faintly, turning his gaze toward Rimer.

“You played the most crucial role, Vice-Commander.”
“Hm? Me?”
“Because you taught Garunua and provided inspiration, I was able to establish the pillar of the Gale Wind style. Without your guidance, it would have been impossible. Thank you.”

He bowed deeply as he spoke these words.

“…Is that so.”

Rimer’s lips trembled slightly before he laughed as though it were nothing special.

“You’ve worked hard.”

As he waved his fingers and turned to leave, Raon grabbed his shoulder.

“Where are you going?”
“Eh? We’re done here. I was heading to the Gambling House….”

Rimer swallowed hard as he saw the cold chill that suddenly filled Raon’s eyes.

“There’s still time left.”

Raon smiled as he gazed at the setting sun.

“Let’s train.”
“W-what training! And besides, in situations like this, heroes are supposed to part ways dramatically!”

Rimer cried out, asking if I’d never read heroic tales.

“I know nothing of such tales. From now on, there are no exceptions in the Gwangpung Corps.”

My lips twisted into a fierce scowl.

“Everyone is confined to the compound until the Gale Wind Technique is mastered!”

At those words, every member of the Gale Wind Squad’s complexion drained to a sickly pallor.

“Ah….”
“W-wait, everyone confined?”
“If we’re all confined until we master a supreme-tier martial art, that’s impossible even two years from now!”
“We might grow old and die here.”
“W-well, that’s right. That’s the kind of person he is. I forgot because the atmosphere was so good….”
“Hey! Red-haired Elf! Why did you hand over the martial art and create this mess!”
“Why did you give us some old geezer’s inspiration!”

The Gale Wind Squad, shocked by the sudden announcement, rushed not at me, but at Rimer, shrieking in protest.

“Ugh….”

Rimer wore a pained expression as his disciples pummeled him.

“How was I supposed to know that madman would create a supreme-tier martial art!”

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Atop Tiger Rock on Bekmang Mountain.

“Hehehehe!”

Roen gazed down at the 5th Training Ground, his laughter echoing with amusement.

“I expected he might create a decent martial art, but I never imagined it would be supreme-tier!”

He nodded vigorously, his admiration genuine.

“The supreme-tier isn’t the problem.”

Sheryl exhaled sharply, blinking rapidly.

“The activation method of this technique itself is so ingenious. It feels like an enhanced version of the semi-automatic shields that high-ranking mages use, but how….

She smacked her lips, equally bewildered by how such a technique could have been developed.

“If you master it properly, it could create significant differences in both defense and offense.”

Sheryl’s eyes gleamed as she spoke of her anticipation for the Gwangpung Corps’ growth.

“Mmm….”

Glen Zigheart gazed at the 5th Training Ground, his shoulders trembling slightly as he bent forward at the waist.

‘He certainly seems pleased.’
‘Of course. His grandson has created a supreme-tier technique—how could he not be delighted?’

Sheryl and Roen exchanged glances with knowing smiles, understanding exactly what expression Glen wore without needing to see it.

“Head of House, why not summon Raon soon and offer him your praise?”
“Indeed. A supreme-tier technique certainly deserves such recognition.”

The two devised a new scheme to narrow the distance between Raon and Glen, however slightly.

“Damn it….”

Yet contrary to their expectations, Glen’s eyes blazed with fierce anger.

“H-Head of House?”
“Hmm….”

Sheryl and Roen’s eyes widened at Glen’s unexpected reaction.

“Why, why are you like this?”
“Could there be some flaw in the technique Raon created!”

Their expressions grew urgent—improper techniques could damage the dantian and mana circuits—and their worry deepened.

“That’s not it.”

Glen bit his lip and shook his head.

“It’s a martial art I can’t help but acknowledge. It falls short of the highest tier by nothing at all.”

He acknowledged the Gale Wind School as a remarkable martial art.

“Then why….”
“Because I lost.”

Glen clenched his fist so hard it made a grinding sound.

“Lost, you say….”
“Raon just said it himself. The one who helped him the most was that damned Elf!”
“Ah….”
“Hmm….”

At those words, confusion flickered across Sheryl’s and Roen’s eyes.

“Tch….”

Glen looked at Raon and bit his lip.

‘Impressive. Such an impressive child.’

Even for a transcendent, creating a martial art of the highest tier was no simple feat.
He himself couldn’t confidently claim he could always do it, yet Raon had created a highest-tier martial art in merely a week.

It meant he possessed a rare talent distinct from simply wielding martial arts, so there was no choice but to be delighted.

But there was something far more infuriating than that.

‘That he received the greatest help from Rimer!’

From the moment Raon mentioned receiving Garunua from Rimer, I had foreseen this situation.
I wanted nothing more than to go back and give him an even better martial art, but such techniques were exceedingly rare, and there was no guarantee it would suit Raon.
Most problematically, there was no justifiable reason to offer a reward.

For some reason, I felt uneasy, and now it had come to this. My hands trembled with frustration that my name hadn’t come from Raon’s lips at the end.

“H-Head of House, please don’t concern yourself with it.”
“Yes. Your name was called as well, was it not?”

Sheryl and Roen still wore bewildered expressions, but they shook their heads in an attempt to console Glen regardless.

“The world remembers only first place. Nothing else matters.”

Glen ground his teeth, his gaze fixed not on Raon, but on Rimer.

“Next time, I will not lose!”
“….”

Sheryl and Roen’s eyes turned cold and bitter.

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