The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 660

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Chapter 660

“You’ve all memorized it, right?”

I had just finished teaching the Gwangpung Corps the incantations of the Gwangpung Formation, and I tilted my chin expectantly.

“Huh?”
“How are we supposed to memorize that after hearing it just once!”
“It’s too long to memorize immediately!”

The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps, who had been murmuring the incantations under their breath, shook their heads vigorously, insisting it was impossible to memorize in one go.

“Y-yes, it truly is the martial arts of the highest realm. Just the incantations alone feel like my head is about to split….”

Crain massaged his temples while repeatedly reciting the opening portion of the incantations.

“It’s easy, though?”

Dorian smacked his lips, saying the length of the incantations was quite manageable.

“You, did you already memorize all of it?”
“Of course.”

He nodded with an unusually calm gaze.

“The most important thing for a quartermaster is memorization ability! This much is a breeze!”

Dorian laughed, explaining that by practicing identifying and retrieving items from his supply pouch, his memory had naturally become exceptional.

“Ugh, even that idiot Dorian memorized it in one go, and here I am struggling….”
“It hurts my pride more than losing in a sparring match….”
“I’ll memorize it no matter what! No matter what!”

The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps trembled with frustration upon seeing how effortlessly Dorian had memorized it.

“I’ve memorized everything, so I’ll help my team members.”
“Same here.”
“Well, if you can’t memorize the incantation, you can’t even start. You idiots! Get over here right now!”

Burren Zigheart, Lunan Slion, and Martha all memorized the incantation in one go and helped their team members commit it to memory.

I watched the swordsmen divided into three groups memorizing the incantation and drew a faint smile.

‘This looks good.’

Seeing Burren and Martha, who in the past would have only cared about their own learning and ignored what happened to others, now stepping forward to help their team members, a strange sense of fulfillment welled up inside me.

I gazed at the Gwangpung Corps with satisfaction before turning around.
Mark Goeten and Rimer were sitting across from each other discussing the incantation.

‘Does Mark Goeten have poor memory?’

I thought it was possible since high combat ability didn’t necessarily guarantee good memory, so I approached the two of them.

“Have you memorized up to the Path of Wind?”
“It’s a bit confusing.”

Rimer laughed awkwardly and scratched his head.

“Ah….”

My mouth fell open at the sight.

‘The elf forgot it?’

I had naturally assumed Mark Goeten hadn’t memorized it, but the culprit was Rimer. Moreover, the Path of Wind section was from the very beginning. It meant he hadn’t been concentrating from the start.

“Is it because I’m getting old? Once it enters my head, it just slips right back out.”

Rimer chuckled while touching his flawless skin that rivaled even the Gwangpung Corps members in their early twenties.

“Hmm….”

Mark Goeten also sent a look of utter disbelief.

“Organization Master. Look at me for a moment. My concentration has been slipping lately, so it’s not easy. I’ll memorize everything when I get home.”
“Wait.”

I approached Rimer’s side and opened my hand. Drawing the shape of a card with flames dancing across my palm.

“Huh? What card?”

Rimer blinked, confused about what I was doing.

“Do you recognize what this is?”

As I spoke, I displayed four cards, each bearing the number four.

“Four of a kind!”

Rimer shouted out the poker hand name in less than 0.1 seconds.

“What about this?”

I narrowed my eyes slightly and showed him another card combination.

“Flush.”
“Three of a kind!”
“High card!”
“Full house!”
“Royal straight flush.”

Not even 0.1 seconds. The answers burst forth before the shapes even finished forming. His brain seemed to have gone all-in on gambling.

“See? This is the skill of a professional gambler!”

Rimer thumped his own chest proudly.

“Your concentration is truly remarkable.”

I clenched my fist and extinguished the flames, then let out a snort.

“Age has nothing to do with it. If you don’t memorize everything today, I’m absolutely not letting you go home.”

He waved his hand, insisting they memorize it unconditionally.

“That… that demonic Organization Master!”

Rimer ground his teeth, visibly frustrated at being deceived.

-That audacious fool!

Wrath ground his teeth even harder than Rimer, lifting his head indignantly.

-There is no such creature in the Demon Realm! Call him a Celestial Being!

He glared, insisting they not compare him to the Demon Race.

With the squad leaders’ strength and their naturally exceptional talents, the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen had perfectly memorized the incantations of the Gwangpung Method in less than an hour.

Rimer revealed that his concentration deficit was merely an excuse—the moment he heard the incantations again, he finished memorizing them. Truly, he was an incomprehensible man.

I climbed back onto the platform and looked down at the Gwangpung Corps.

“Now that you’ve memorized the incantations, we should begin practicing the technique.”

I met their eyes and nodded.

“Begin practicing the Gwangpung Method.”
“Organization Master.”

Burren Zigheart raised his hand and stepped forward.

“It’s grown late, so it would be better to begin practice tomorrow. They won’t be able to endure it, having not rested from today’s training either.”

He shook his head, noting that the Gwangpung Corps had been standing guard and training, so their concentration had waned.

“I agree as well. Though their desire to learn burns bright, since this is the supreme martial art, it would be best to begin tomorrow.”

Martha nodded in agreement with Burren’s words.

“I’m fine with it either way.”

Lunan’s eyes blinked with unexpected eagerness to begin right now.

“The Gwangpung style is easier to learn when your strength is relaxed rather than when you’re tensed up and ready.”

I offered a faint smile and flicked my fingers.

“Get ready.”
“Ugh, that stubborn fool.”

Rimer’s voice came from behind, but I ignored it.

“There’s no helping it….”
“I know it’s difficult, but I’m looking forward to it.”
“Right. It’s the supreme martial art after all.”

The Gwangpung Corps sat in the Training Ground with expressions of half worry and half anticipation. As if bound by an unspoken promise, they all closed their eyes simultaneously and recited the incantation of the Gwangpung style.

Whoooooosh!

Because it was a wind martial art based on Garunua, a serene wind wrapped around the Gwangpung Corps.

After a long while, the swordsmen who had finished executing the Gwangpung style opened their eyes simultaneously.

“As expected, it’s not working….”
“Right. It’s way too difficult.”
“I can’t get a feel for it….”
“We don’t understand the meaning of the incantation. It’s hard to even sense the wind.”

The Gwangpung Corps shook their heads, confirming that it was not an easy task as they had anticipated.

“It’s certainly difficult, but doesn’t this flow feel familiar somehow?”
“Yeah.”

Lunan and Martha exchanged glances and nodded at each other.

“You couldn’t help but have felt it.”

Burren Zigheart swallowed dryly while gazing at me.

“This is the flow of the Grand Gwangpung Formation.”
“The, the Gwangpung Formation?”
“Now that you mention it….”
“It’s similar. No, it’s almost identical!”

The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps also realized that the Gwangpung Style and the Gwangpung Formation shared the same color, their mouths falling open in astonishment.

“Exactly. The flow of the Gwangpung Style follows the Gwangpung Formation.”

Raon exchanged a glance with Burren and smiled softly.

“This time, try operating the Gwangpung Style while maintaining the Gwangpung Formation deployed.”

He continued speaking while tracing the shape of the Gwangpung Formation with his fingers.

“You’ll be able to feel a different sensation than before.”

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Burren operated the Gwangpung Style while maintaining the Gwangpung Corps and Formation deployed, following Raon’s instructions.

The wind generated from the Grand Gwangpung Formation was drawn in through every pore of his body, following the meridian structure of the Gwangpung Style.

It was not a phenomenon occurring to him alone. As if resonating, the same thing was happening to everyone maintaining this Gwangpung Formation.

Whoooooosh!

The pure essence of wind that had entered his body spread throughout his entire mana circuits, guided by the meridian structure of the Gwangpung Style.

Roooooar!

The more he memorized the meridian structure, the more the essence melded into his flesh.
The wind, which had always been close to him, now felt even more familiar.
As he began to understand the wind itself, the previously incomprehensible meridian structure of the Gwangpung Style unraveled like tangled thread, naturally seeping into his consciousness.

‘Hah…’

Burren Zigheart bit his lip as he felt the violent transformation occurring in his dantian, mana circuits, and mind.

‘Is this really happening?’

By unfolding the Gwangpung Formation and cultivating through it, I came to understand the incantation and could absorb far more energy.
Even as I experienced it directly, it felt like I was dreaming.

Roooooar!

The wind energy surged fiercely through my body, carving the flow of Gwangpung Style into my very being.
Through my mana circuits, muscles, mind, and dantian—the undulation of wind flowed across my entire body.

The wind that had been spreading like a tempest settled into the traces of Gwangpung Style I had carved, beginning to forge a blue radiance.

Kuuuuung!

The moment I finished reciting the final incantation of Gwangpung Style, a thick bolt of lightning struck my mind.
A new wind, different in nature from the Slashing Wind I had possessed from the beginning, surged through my entire body.

Roooooar!

I felt the same blue wind that Raon had displayed blooming from my body.

‘So this is Gwangpung Style.’

The wind of Gwangpung Style swirled quietly around me. Hypersensitivity. It blocked the surrounding noise and movement so as not to disturb my cultivation now.

‘He really is a monster.’

When I heard Raon’s explanation of Gwangpung Style, I had been skeptical. Even if hypersensitivity were possible, I had doubted whether it was something only he could achieve.

But now that I had learned it directly, it wasn’t something only he could do. The martial art itself contained hypersensitivity within it.

I was so dumbfounded that I couldn’t even laugh.

Burren Zigheart opened his eyes, exhaling softly. The red sun was rising on the horizon.
The wind that had swirled protectively around me faded silently, carrying the light of the sun with it.

“Hmm….”
“Ah….”
“It wasn’t a dream.”

The other swordsmen who formed the Gwangpung Formation blinked their eyes as if awakening together.

“Everyone’s finally awake.”

I sat perched on the platform with a faint smile, raising my hand.

“How does it feel to wake up after a week?”
“A, a week?”

Burren’s eyes widened at those words.

“Did you say a week just now?”
“The sun’s risen. It’s been a little over a week now.”

I nodded, pointing toward the rising sun.

“That’s….”

It had felt like only a few hours—no, mere minutes had passed, yet a week had actually elapsed.

‘So I fell into a state of complete absorption.’

Given that I hadn’t perceived the passage of time, it seemed I had been immersed in that transcendent state.

‘How long has it been since I last entered that state… Wait! Hold on!’

Burren’s eyes widened as he looked around.

“Everyone fell into a state of complete absorption?”

I had told everyone it was a week. That meant everyone here had entered that transcendent state.

“What exactly did you do?”

Martha’s lips trembled as she forgot even to use formal speech.

“I told you. This technique was created for you from the very beginning.”

I watched the Gwangpung Corps still maintaining their formation and smiled.

“The Gwangpung Formation is a technique you’ve trained in every single day for nearly a decade, and the Gwangpung Style contains the deep flow of that formation. It had to be easy to master. Of course, I didn’t expect everyone to fall into a state of selflessness, but…”

I nodded, realizing that their daily synchronized movements had triggered this extraordinary phenomenon.

“Still, this is the first time I’ve heard of so many people entering and exiting a state of selflessness simultaneously.”
“Same here. What in the world…?”
“A stroke of fortune? This is practically inevitable!”
“I’m starting to feel a bit frightened…”

The Gwangpung Corps trembled with both joy at the phenomenon and astonishment at what had occurred.

“Enough. Let’s test it now.”

I raised my finger, instructing them to try operating the Gwangpung Style.

“Defense first.”
“Understood.”

Burren Zigheart swallowed hard and nodded. As he activated the Gwangpung Style, wind surged forth from the traces of gale inscribed within his mana circuits and dantian.

The moment he thought of defense, a shield infused with azure light materialized above the back of his hand. It was the wall of wind I had demonstrated.

Whoooooosh!

The azure wind, enhanced by the Gwangpung Formation’s effect, erected a colossal shield that enveloped the entire Gwangpung Corps.

“Now, offense.”

At the sound of my voice, before he could even think, the wind above his hand transformed into a keen blade and extended outward. The flow of the Gwangpung Formation shifted dramatically, unleashing a powerful storm of blades.
The flow of the Gwangpung Formation also changed rapidly, unleashing a storm of powerful blade strikes.

Cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo!

Burren Zigheart bit his lip as he gazed at the wind blades that covered the sky above the capital.

‘He’s lost his mind….’

Simply by thinking. No, merely by reacting, it took the most suitable form in that very moment. The name Supreme Martial Art was not wasted in the slightest.

I clenched my fists as I watched Raon smile as if pleased with himself.

‘I swore I would follow you down whatever path you chose. Even if your martial art fell far short of Father’s, even if your road proved more treacherous than death itself, I didn’t care. But choosing to follow you….’

Burren Zigheart nodded, summoning a deep azure wind in his eyes.

‘It seems to have been the greatest choice of my life.’

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Rimer let out a hollow laugh as he watched the wind bloom from the back of his hand.

‘A state of selflessness….’

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d entered such a state.
I had thought I would never reach that realm in my lifetime, yet thanks to Raon’s mysterious technique, I was able to experience that dreamlike moment once more.

“So this is the Gwangpung Style….”
“Because of the state of selflessness, I understood it all at once.”
“Did he plan this? Or was it coincidence?”
“Did you see our Organization Master go all out? Of course it was planned.”
“Is our Organization Master actually a monster…?”

The Gwangpung Corps were astounded not by learning the Gwangpung Style, but by Raon himself as a person.

‘I feel the same way.’

While in that state of selflessness, I experienced supreme ecstasy. The moment had been so intoxicating and blissful that I found myself terrified of the man who had made it possible—Raon.

“I can’t believe you mastered the highest-tier martial art so quickly.”
“I thought it would take me until next year to finish.”
“Wait. Didn’t the Organization Master say one week?”
“That’s right. One week.”
“Then….”
“You’ve been guarding this place alone the whole time?”

The Gwangpung Corps realized that Raon had stood watch for an entire week by himself, and their jaws dropped once more.

“I’ve decided to follow our leader for the rest of my life.”
“For life? Are you insane? You should follow him even after death!”
“I’ll follow him even after reincarnation!”

The swordsmen laughed, swearing they would never leave the Gwangpung Corps.

“….”

Burren seemed to share their sentiment, his fists clenched tight. The worries that had been troubling him lately seemed to have completely vanished from his expression.

“That monster of a man….”

Martha spoke words of exasperation, yet her smile bloomed wide. She seemed genuinely delighted that I had acquired a new martial art.

“Oh.”

Lunan was spreading frost on the wind, scattering it across the sky. Unseasonable sleet drifted down upon the 5th Training Ground.

Rimer smiled as he watched the Gwangpung Corps regard Raon with reverence, and Raon gaze upon them with affection.

‘Now he’s truly become a leader and a unit.’

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I ordered the entire Gwangpung Corps to rest, but they refused to leave the Training Ground, eager to test out the Gwangpung Style.

‘I had a faint hope, but I never thought it would actually happen.’

No matter how much the Gwangpung Style followed the flow of the Gwangpung Formation, I hadn’t expected all of them to fall into a state of complete absorption. It was a miracle among miracles.

‘Just watching is enough to satisfy my hunger.’
-B-but the True Demon King is starving to death….

Wrath lifted his skeletal hand.

‘Hmm? You’ve been eating the whole time.’
-It was all Nadin bread! Let’s stop this and eat some real food! You said you’d give us something delicious once they wake up!

He whined about food with his tail drooping.

‘Fine. Let’s go.’

I nodded, watching Wrath stumble forward.
In a way, it was all thanks to Wrath that the Gwangpung Corps had fallen into complete absorption and that the Gwangpung Style had reached the highest level of martial arts. So I decided to indulge his food cravings for a while.

“I’ll head back then. Train moderately and get some rest.”
“Organization Master…sir.”

As I waved my hand and was about to descend from the platform, Martha raised her hand.

“I have one question.”
“What is it?”
“Did you perhaps anticipate this result from the moment you created the Gwangpung Formation?”
“That couldn’t be.”

I shook my head calmly.

“The Gwangpung Formation was created together with the Vice Organization Master. I was inexperienced at the time, so his power was greater. I simply utilized the formation’s strength—to protect the swordsmen who unfold the sword formation until the very end.”

As I said this, I looked toward Rimer.

“That can’t be right….”
“That elf said that?”
“No way….”
“Did Dun win the lottery that day?”

The Gwangpung Corps shook his head in disbelief.

“….”

Rimer smiled quietly without much to say. It was a reaction different from his usual demeanor.

“Hmm….”

I narrowed my eyes as I observed Rimer.

‘Something’s off these days.’

Normally, he would be boasting about himself, but he was being unusually quiet.

Especially since he had just woken up a week ago, he should have been making a fuss about not being able to gamble all that time, yet he was calmly sighing.

As I was about to approach Rimer, the Training Ground door opened and Roen entered.

“I greet the Organization Master.”
“Roen?”

It was an unexpected visit, so I tilted my head curiously and approached him.

“The Head of House has summoned you. If you are not busy, would you be able to come with me?”

Roen smiled faintly and glanced toward the Main Mansion.

“If you have other matters to attend to, it would be fine to visit later.”
-Don’t go!

Wrath shook his head firmly.

-It is time to eat now! Absolutely not!
‘Hmm….’

I was about to ask for some time since I had made a promise with Wrath when Roen continued speaking.

“Since it is still early, I thought you might not have eaten yet, so I took the liberty of preparing something.”

Roen smiled faintly and told me to have a meal after speaking with Glen Zigheart.

“Ah, right now is a bit….”
-Shut your mouth!

Just as I was about to refuse, Wrath struck my waist with his rounded elbow.

‘What, what are you doing!’
-They’ve prepared a meal, haven’t they! Why aren’t you going right now!

Wrath smacked his lips loudly, eager to eat the food from the Main Mansion. I had no idea which tune to dance to.

“…Very well.”

I exhaled deeply and nodded my head.

“Thank you. Then let us go.”

Roen turned with a bright smile.

After telling the Gwangpung Corps that today’s training was free, I followed Roen toward the Main Mansion.

“Why is the Head of House looking for me?”
“I’m not entirely sure either. But it shouldn’t be anything bad. He was smiling, after all.”
“He, he was smiling?”

The entire Gwangpung Corps widened their eyes in astonishment—more surprising even than everyone falling into a trance.

“The Head of House is naturally quite fond of smiling.”
“I, I see….”

As we walked while exchanging light conversation, I found myself standing before the Audience Chamber.

Roen opened the door to the Audience Chamber without even knocking and waved his hand from inside, beckoning me to enter.

I nodded and stepped into the Audience Chamber.

Glen Zigheart stood by the window where sunlight stretched long and golden. His hair, bathed in the sun’s radiance, seemed to burn with an incandescent glow.

“You’ve arrived.”

Glen Zigheart turned slowly, his back to me. His eyes remained hollow and vacant, yet there seemed to be a faint tremor within them.

“I greet the Head of House.”

I approached Glen Zigheart and knelt before him.

“The formalities are sufficient.”

Glen Zigheart waved his hand, gesturing for me to rise.

“It seems you’ve perfected a new martial art. And one of the highest tier at that.”
“It is thanks to you, Head of House.”

I swallowed hard and bowed my head. To discern it was a highest-tier martial art merely by observation—it was an inhuman ability.

“Ahem. I see.”

Glen Zigheart cleared his throat and glanced away slightly.

“Was it of great help?”
“Yes? Yes, it was truly of great help.”
“I see. Then with Rimer and….”
“Rimer?”
“Ahem!”

As I found it strange that Rimer’s name had suddenly come up, Roen let out a deliberate cough to cut off the conversation.

“Mm….”

Upon hearing that sound, Glen Zigheart straightened his posture and covered his mouth with his hand.

“A supplementary martial art layering heightened perception onto wind techniques. There are many ways to develop it further. Not bad at all. Continue to refine it diligently.”

He nodded, acknowledging it as a martial art worthy of recognition.

“…Thank you.”

I swallowed hard, a chill running down my spine. He had grasped every detail of the Martial Arts I hadn’t even activated—it was unnerving.

‘Transcendence is still far away.’

As I shook my head, Glen Zigheart took a step closer.

“The reason I summoned you is straightforward.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head calmly.

“Do you know anything about the Chamber of Self?”
“…Yes.”

I nodded. The Chamber of Self was a special room said to grant enlightenment—a legacy left behind by the First Patriarch of Zigheart.
However, I had heard that one could only enter it once in a lifetime, and entering it didn’t guarantee strength either.

“Would you have any interest in entering that chamber?”

Glen Zigheart nodded as if he would send me there if I wished to go.

“Hmm….”

I briefly contemplated both the Chamber of Self and myself, then lifted my gaze.

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