The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 744

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Chapter 744

“A vessel that can hold anything…”

I repeated Glen’s words and swallowed hard.

“What does that mean?”

I had been polishing the Ten Thousand Swords, but I had never once thought of myself as special.
I couldn’t understand how I was supposed to fill a realm that even Glen and Sword Ghost hadn’t achieved.

“Polishing the Ten Thousand Swords means training in all the sword techniques and mysteries of the blade that exist in this world. However, truly learning every sword technique is an impossible task.”

Glen slowly lowered his gaze and looked down at his own feet.

“Inevitably, some sword techniques receive more focus while others are abandoned. I devoted much effort to Lightning Sword among the orthodox techniques, while I merely dipped my toes into other sword arts. Sword Ghost is likely similar.”

He shook his head, saying that Sword Ghost’s swordsmanship also leaned toward the orthodox.

“But you are different.”

Glen raised his gaze and met my wavering eyes.

“From the sword techniques you learned as a trainee to the Heavenly Sword, you haven’t abandoned anything—you’ve trained in all of them. Because of that, you have no biases in your swordsmanship, no dominant attributes or mysteries. It means your path for growth is limitless.”

He smiled with pride and continued.

“I just poured time into training…”

I bit my lip, feeling embarrassed.

“If it were merely training, I wouldn’t be saying this.”

Glen tapped his temple as if telling me to recognize this myself.

“In this war, you didn’t overwhelm enemies with raw strength—you used sword techniques that dismantled your opponent’s martial arts. You employed every technique you’ve learned, from basic swordsmanship to the Heavenly Sword. And you did so against stronger opponents. Even I cannot do such a thing.”

He nodded, speaking of a realm beyond mere talent.

“Raon. Your capacity is so vast and profound that even I cannot fully grasp it. With you, I believe you can achieve a true Thousand Swords.”

Glen’s eyes gleamed with anticipation, as if only I could accomplish this feat.

“That is….”

I averted my gaze, unable to meet Glen’s eyes.

‘I don’t know what to say.’

I came here to train in swordsmanship, yet I’m receiving such a look—I’m not sure how to respond. Especially since it’s Glen.
The pressure felt even greater because of who he was.

-The old fool is spouting nonsense!

Wrath lifted his head with arrogant pride.

-It’s only natural that your soul’s capacity grows when you’re with a great being like the True Demon King!

He waved his round hands, as if I should be grateful.

‘Of course, your help was significant, but that’s not everything.’

Raon closed his eyes as he felt the ring of flames twisting around his heart.

‘The ring of fire has been even more important than Wrath.’

The ring of fire elevates the soul’s grade and develops both body and mind in the direction most suited to a swordmaster. If my capacity had truly expanded enough to contain a complete Thousand Swords as Glen said, the ring of fire would be the greatest reason for it.
If his vessel had truly become wide enough to hold all ten thousand swords as Glen said, then the Ring of Fire would have been the biggest reason for it.

“I will do my best.”

I bowed my head after assessing my own talent and capacity.

‘Nothing really changes from where I am now.’

If anything, I’m simply delighted.

In my past life, what I had learned was an assassination art I never wanted to master—techniques for killing martial artists and mages who had reached heights beyond my own. Training swordsmanship for myself, rather than for such dark purposes, was nothing short of a joy.

“Then how should I proceed with my training going forward?”
“Did I not tell you? Learn as many sword techniques as possible and accumulate as much experience as you can.”

Glen stepped forward toward Raon and nodded.

“From today onward, I will teach you every sword technique I know.”

He raised the Heavenly Sword as if to begin immediately.

“The first technique I will teach you is called the Enchanting Flame Sword. It contains the subtleties of the Bewitching Sword and Deceptive Sword that you have yet to master.”

Glen slowly lifted the Heavenly Sword. Unlike when it rose straight, his blade descended wrapped in an eerie, sinuous flow, striking and pressing down upon the battlefield.

“It is a deceptive sword different from the orthodox techniques you have learned thus far, but mastering it will certainly prove beneficial.”

Glen demonstrated all the forms of the Enchanting Flame Sword and even recited the incantations before stepping back.

“Unfold the Enchanting Flame Sword as you felt it.”
“Understood.”

Despite his affirmation, Raon did not move immediately. He closed his eyes, harmonizing the Enchanting Flame Sword that Glen had demonstrated with the image that had surfaced in his mind, then lifted his eyelids.

Whiiing!

He drew his blade downward, infusing his own will into the sinuous yet eerie sword path that Glen had shown.

Shrieeek!

With a sharp cutting sound, the blade of the Heavenly Sword rippled like a heat haze, pressing down upon the battlefield.

“Hmm!”

Seeing that sword, one of Glen’s eyebrows rose as if it had lost its way.

Raon paid no mind to Glen’s reaction and, having unfolded his own Enchanting Flame Sword, brought the Heavenly Sword down once more.

“Raon.”

Glen’s eyes narrowed to slits, like leaves catching the light.

“Have you learned or seen the Enchanted Flame Sword technique before?”
“No, I haven’t.”

Raon shook his head immediately.

“Then how did you manage to blend both the enchanted and death sword essences like that….”

Glen let out a breath of exasperation, noting that while Raon’s sword forms were crude, the way he had captured the essence of both the enchanted and death swords was utterly incomprehensible.

“I’ve faced many similar sword techniques, so it helped.”

Raon shrugged. Though the Enchanted Flame Sword was new to me, I had encountered numerous martial arts infused with the subtleties of enchanted and death swords, which greatly aided me in executing the forms.

“So you learned from your enemies?”

Glen chuckled broadly as he watched the Heavenly Sword descend.

“I believe there is more to learn from enemies than from training alone.”
“A fine mindset.”

He curled his lips upward, pleased with the answer.

“It seems my library won’t last very long after all.”

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Raon took a brief rest in the Annex Building and left his chamber before dawn.
Though his sleep had lasted less than three hours, he felt no fatigue whatsoever.

-Ugh….

Wrath rubbed his eyes drowsily, letting out a low groan.

-You’re the only one who uses 【Sloth】 like this!

The creature thrust his round face forward and ground his teeth.

-Why does a power that makes you stronger only enhance the ability to not feel fatigued even with less sleep!

Wrath furrowed the bridge of his nose as he gazed into my clear eyes.

‘Right, that’s true.’

I chuckled softly and nodded.

‘I didn’t expect it to turn out like this either.’

Perhaps because I had reduced my sleep time and continued training relentlessly, the power of 【Sloth】 had grown even stronger.

With just three hours of sleep, my body and mind recovered as if I had slept for eight hours—a strengthened ability that left my entire body brimming with vitality, as though I had enjoyed a full night’s rest despite the sleep deprivation.

Just as 【Envy】 had evolved into admiration, 【Sloth】 too seemed to be beginning its own evolution.

-You’re arbitrarily changing the powers of the lords! The True Demon King would be greatly angered if he knew!
‘But he doesn’t know.’

I pointed downward and waved my hand dismissively.

-B-but the True Demon King sees all things….
‘Then he must’ve seen you whimpering in front of mint chocolate too.’

I continued, poking at Wrath’s reddened nose.

‘If he’s letting that slide, your True Demon King must be quite merciful.’
-Ugh….

Wrath had nothing to say, only grinding his lips together.

-Y-you’ll come to regret this one day… Sniff sniff!

He started to say something about regretting it, then suddenly began sniffing the air.

-The aroma of freshly baked bread wafts through the air! And it’s been brushed with egg!

Wrath bounced excitedly and flew toward the entrance hall.

-Hurry over here! There’s toast!
‘Good grief….’

Hearing his eager gulping sounds, I stepped into the entrance hall and spotted Judith holding a plate of egg toast.

“I prepared it since you seemed to be leaving early.”

Judith handed me the toast and milk, urging me to eat lightly before departing.

“At this hour?”
“It’s my duty as your dedicated attendant.”

She bowed her head as if it were the most natural responsibility in the world.

“Thank you.”

I smiled faintly and took a bite of the toast.
The crispy yet warm bread, the salty ham, and the soft egg complemented each other perfectly.

-Ahaha!

Wrath rubbed both cheeks with glee.

-This is wonderful! It’s a world apart from that demon bread!

He had already forgotten his earlier curses and simply laughed.

“It appears that information regarding Derus Robert and the other Oma will be conveyed to me through Deningrose.”

Judith bowed, explaining that unlike the information from the Main Mansion, the Annex Building would also receive intelligence about Oma.

“Understood. I’m counting on you.”

I nodded and returned the empty plate to her. Judith’s information processing capabilities exceeded even those of the Bi-Yeon Society, so I could trust her completely with this task.

“It’s nothing compared to what you’ve done for us, young master.”

Judith bowed deeply, her smile now genuine and warm, unlike before.

“That’s not quite right…”

I waved my hand lightly.

“We’ve helped each other. That’s all it is.”
“Ah…”

I left the Annex Building, leaving Judith without a response.

“…Thank you.”

Judith felt the sincerity in my words and bowed her head deeply.

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When I tried to enter the 5th Training Ground, I heard the sound of swords being wielded from inside.
Opening the door, I found the entire Gwangpung Corps training their swordplay at their respective stations.

“Why did you all come out so early?”

I blinked, looking at the dawn sky where the sun hadn’t yet risen.
There was still more than an hour before training was supposed to begin, and seeing everyone gathered here made me let out an involuntary laugh.

“The Organization Master set the goal for us to become masters. When I imagined myself using Kanggi, my eyes just opened on their own.”

Dorian clenched both fists, saying he couldn’t wait quietly.

“I arrived first! This is Crain! Please believe in me!”

Crain raised his hand proudly, claiming he was number one.

“I’m the opposite of those guys. I came here to call you out on this.”

Martha leaned forward, her brow furrowed with intensity.

“Call me out? On what?”

Raon took a step back under the weight of Martha’s fierce pressure.

“Why should we only reach Master rank? That’s not enough!”

Martha shook her head sharply.

“I’m setting my sights on Grand Master.”

She bared her white teeth, absolutely determined to break through the Grand Master barrier.

“Me too.”

Lunan nodded calmly.

“If the demon woman does it, I’ll do it too.”

She swung her sword while her eyes drooped drowsily.

“If both squad leaders are becoming Grand Masters, I suppose I have no choice either.”

Burren raised his right hand with a deep smile.

“I’m changing my goal too. Grand Master.”

He nodded, reasoning that he could only earn Karun’s recognition by becoming a Grand Master.

“Grand Master… If it’s now, I think I might be able to break through that barrier.”

Mark Goeten also grasped his sword, saying he would join them.

“You damned fools! Why are you all copying me!”

Martha’s shoulders trembled with indignation.

However, contrary to her intentions, the new goal seemed to have a significant impact on others as well.
Not just the unit leaders, but all the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps resolved with strong determination to set their sights even higher.

-How admirable!

Wrath nodded as he surveyed all members of the Gwangpung Corps.

-The True Demon King’s subordinates will surely grow stronger! Well, except for that eyeball!

He still didn’t like Burren’s gaze and pouted his lips.

I smiled faintly as I watched the swordsmen intensify their training as if competing with one another.

‘It feels like we’ve returned to the old days.’

The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps were burning with the same fierce enthusiasm as they had during their training days. It was like watching them compete with each other again.

“That’s a good idea. The higher the goal, the better.”

I nodded while standing on the platform.
The vivid sensation I felt when I personally reached Master and Grand Master rank was still fresh, giving me confidence that I could lead the swordsmen to even greater heights.

“For those of you who wish to reach higher, I’ve prepared a new training method.”

I drew the Heavenly Sword and pointed it toward the dim dawn sky.

“Starting today, one person will come from dawn until noon, and another from after lunch until evening. Two people each day will have sparring matches with me.”

I lowered the Heavenly Sword as I spoke of continuing one-on-one sparring matches.

“But that’s what we’ve been doing every day! Legalized violence!”

Crain furrowed his brow.

“It will be a bit different.”

I told them to look forward to it and smiled faintly.

“Volunteers, raise your hand….”
“Me!”
“I’ll go first!”
“Let me!”

Unlike the days when they would flee at the mention of a match, every member of the Gwangpung Corps raised their hands.
Standing as a mere spectator seemed far more agonizing than enduring the pain of sparring and training.

“I, I want to go too!

Seeing even Dorian, who would normally keep his eyes fixed on his feet, raising his hand filled me with emotion.

“I’d like to say Dorian, but I can’t ignore the fundamental principle. Crain, you’re up.”

I smiled faintly and pointed at Crain with the Heavenly Sword.

“Phew….”

Crain stepped forward, steadying his breathing.

“This time, I won’t go down so easily….”
“Enough. What’s the swordsmanship you’re most confident in?”
“Huh? Me? Ah, it’s the Boundless Sword….”
“Show me all the forms.”

Before sparring, I instructed Crain to display his swordsmanship and stepped back.

“Ah, understood.”

Crain blinked repeatedly as he executed all the forms of the Boundless Sword.

I observed every aspect of Crain’s swordsmanship through the Ring of Fire and smacked my lips thoughtfully.

‘The flowing sword, transforming sword, and swift sword are harmonized quite well. Not bad swordsmanship at all.’

After grasping all the forms and subtleties of the Boundless Sword, I stepped forward.

“From now on, I will face you using only the Muwhansword.”
“What? That, what do you mean….”
“Let’s begin at once.”

Rather than waste time with explanations, I immediately unfolded the second form of the Muwhansword.

Whiiiing!

Crain’s eyes widened as the Heavenly Sword’s blade curved toward him, now split into three.

“This, this is really the Muwhansword!”
“Think about how your sword differs from mine.”

I pressed Crain forward with a tone as cold as the blade itself.

Clang clang clang clang!

Crain broke into a cold sweat, unable to believe he was being pushed back in the swordplay he was most confident in.

‘What is this….’

I hadn’t used strong qi or poured out massive aura.
I was using even less aura than he was, and yet blocking was difficult despite using forms he already knew.
The fact that I had achieved such perfection from seeing it only once was absurd.

“Don’t retreat. Watch until the end!”

I offered Crain advice as he panicked, then unfolded the fifth form of the Muwhansword.

‘This is my best approach.’

Thanks to Glen, I had grasped how I should train and how to develop the Gwangpung Corps.

I would learn the Gwangpung Corps’s swordplay to broaden my martial understanding, and show them how their own techniques could evolve and what perfection they could achieve—a dual cultivation method that would develop both sides simultaneously.

“Uuuaaaah!”

Crain shouted and unfolded the fourth form of the Muwhansword.

Ching!

I parried Crain’s blade with the sixth form of the Shadowless Sword, then struck his abdomen with a vicious sweep.

“Ugh….”

Crain nearly collapsed but forced himself to stand, laughing through the pain.

“In the past, I would have despaired at the Organization Master’s talent, but things are different now.”

He bit his lips until they bled, yet his gaze never wavered from my blade.

“I am Crain, unique to the Gwangpung Corps. I will not be the first to fall—I will be the first to advance!”

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