The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 746

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Chapter 746

“Organization Master…”

I furrowed my brow as I looked at Rimer.

“Have you been drinking?”

There was no scent of alcohol on him, but his sudden arrival and demand for a sparring match made me think he must be intoxicated.

“If you’re drunk, wouldn’t it be better to just go rest instead…?”
“I haven’t been drinking!”

Rimer cleared the crimson gleam from his eyes and shook his head.

“Now even you’re disrespecting me? Your master?”

He thumped his chest with his fist, lamenting his plight.

“Now?”

Glen lowered his left eyebrow in utter disbelief.

“Haven’t you been disrespected by Raon since your instructor days?”
“Ugh…”

Rimer’s lips trembled as if struck by a home truth.

“W-well, anyway, I haven’t been drinking! I’m completely sober!”
“That’s what all the drunk people sing like a chorus…”
“I’m telling you it’s true!”

He stood on his hands to prove he hadn’t touched alcohol in ages, balancing perfectly.

“Then why are you suddenly asking for a sparring match?”

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Rimer support his entire body with a single finger.

“If you want, there’s something I’d like to show you.”

Rimer rose to his feet, a refreshing smile crossing his face.

“Something you want to show me?”
“That’s right. Only you can bring it out.”

Beneath his playful laughter, his eyes gleamed with seriousness.

“Well, it’s not an excuse, but I’ve been training constantly, so I’m not in peak condition right now…”

I met Rimer’s gaze and clicked my tongue softly.
My body and mind were both exhausted from relentless training, so I doubted I could display what he wanted to see.

“It doesn’t matter. The conditions are the same for both of us.”

Rimer shook his head calmly.

“I’ve only been training too.”

He laughed, saying that’s when the most interesting sparring matches happened.

“Just once. Please.”

The Training Ground door opened and Sheryl entered.

“That gambler has been doing nothing but training lately, I assure you.”

Sheryl nodded, saying it was worth believing.

“…”

Glen regarded Rimer silently, then stepped back.

“It doesn’t seem to be a lie.”

He stroked his chin, noting that Rimer seemed somewhat different.

-That brat’s changed a bit.

Wrath also narrowed his eyes as he looked at Rimer.

‘What changed about him?’

I tilted my head. Unlike others, I couldn’t quite sense what had changed about Rimer.

-Experience it yourself. Though it would be more accurate to call it a change in spirit rather than power.

Wrath settled onto my shoulder, warning me not to underestimate him. Since everyone was saying the same thing, a sparring match seemed like a good idea.

“…Understood.”

I nodded and stepped forward.

“Since you said ‘seriously,’ I assume you mean full strength?”
“Otherwise, there’s no point in sparring.”

Rimer lifted his chin and drew his blade with fluid grace.

Clang!

Our blades met lightly, then we both retreated five paces.

“It won’t take long.”

Rimer pointed his sword at the sky and his fingers at the earth—a ceremonial gesture of intent to command both heaven and earth.

“Sword Realm Manifestation: Song of Wind and Lightning.”

His final words transformed the very air. A tempest swept across the Training Ground, and lightning poured down from above.

“Hmm…”

I swallowed hard as I watched the wind and lightning grow ever more ferocious.
Those gusts and bolts were extensions of Rimer’s blade itself.
I stood at the heart of a typhoon that could steal my life in an instant.

“Hah.”

I drew a deep breath, positioned the Heavenly Sword upright before me, and gripped the Soul Reaper Sword in reverse.

“Sword Realm Incarnation—Divine Demon Harmony Union.”

My elegant voice cleaved through wind and lightning. A golden sun and silver moon rose above the pitch-black night sky, crushing the raging tempest beneath their radiance.

Chiiiiing!

With the divine blade in my right hand and the demonic blade in my left, I advanced toward Rimer.

Kuguguguguuu!

Behind Raon’s back, flames and frost blazed, and behind Rimer’s back, wind and lightning crackled.

The moment our eyes met, both swordsmen hurled their blades toward each other’s throats.

Czzzzzzzzang!

The shockwave of colliding flames and lightning erupted vertically, tearing a massive crater into the Training Ground.

Whoooooosh!

The instant his first strike was blocked, Rimer shifted rightward with extreme speed. Moving as if teleporting, he thrust his blade toward my chest.

Czzzzzzang!

I tilted the demonic blade downward, deflecting the wind-blade he unleashed.

Hwaaaaa!

Wind and frost collided, and a blizzard swept through as if winter had returned in full force.

I narrowed my eyes, observing Rimer’s relentless assault that flickered like lightning.

‘He’s truly giving his all.’

Rimer amplified the power of the Sword Realm even at the cost of damaging his own body. His speed, wrapped in lightning, seemed nearly impossible to match even at my full strength.

‘Then rather than matching his pace, I should slow him down.’

I abandoned the speed competition with Rimer and instead wielded the Blunt Sword, the Medium Sword, and the Absolute Sword—the three slowest blades in my arsenal.

It was generally impossible for slowness to overwhelm speed, but there was one exception where it became possible.
Counterattack through prediction. If I could read my opponent’s movements, I could arrive at my destination first despite moving later.

Rimer, focused on speed and power, had simplified his movements compared to usual. I needed to identify those gaps.

Roooooar!

I resonated the ring of fire with extreme intensity. Within the world of hyper-focus where time slowed, I dissected every detail of Rimer’s sword technique and footwork.

‘Lower right.’

I blocked Rimer’s thunderous strike aimed at my knee with the flames of the Divine Sword.

Claaaang!

Rimer retreated as swiftly as he had advanced, then immediately targeted my right flank.

Whoooosh!

This time, I didn’t merely focus on defense—I launched a counterattack with the Divine Sword’s inferno.

“Ugh…”

Rimer spat out crimson lightning as he was driven backward. A low groan escaped him, as though he couldn’t believe his sword strike had been perfectly blocked.

“This isn’t easy after all.”

Rimer twisted his lips upward and increased his speed further. His body and blade became so blurred they were barely visible.

I squinted my eyes, searching for the vanished Rimer.

‘It’s not just his spirit that’s changed. His body has grown even stronger.’

It seemed Rimer had forged his body specifically to unleash this level of speed and power. I could feel a desperate resolve from him—a determination to win at all costs.

‘But that doesn’t change anything.’

There’s no need to panic if your opponent grows faster. All you can do is perform your best in this moment.

Kuguguguung!

I spread the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword like a net, endlessly blocking Rimer’s blade strikes.
Any ordinary person would have had their skin torn away and bones shattered, but I countered with a body that rivaled even transcendents.

Pwoooosh!

Predicting Rimer’s charging trajectory, I unleashed a blade that pierced through his shoulder. Flesh tore open, and crimson blood sprayed forth.

Yet Rimer charged forward as if feeling no pain, evaporating the blood with lightning as he advanced.
As though it were his final move, wings of wind and thunder sprouted from his back.

“Wind and thunder are also my blades.”

Rimer’s voice, infused with intent, drew the wind and lightning trembling across heaven and earth toward him.

“There is nothing that cannot be cut.”

With a deep smile, he unleashed a blade strike. The wind and lightning sword was already descending before my eyes, transcending speed itself.

Kuuong!

The moment Rimer’s blade came crashing down, I deactivated the Divine Demonic Harmony.
Unlike abandoning the Undefeated Blue-Red Sword, I raised the Heavenly Sword straight upward.

Sword Realm Incarnate—Genesis Opening.

Golden radiance bloomed above the fading flames. The Ten Thousand Swords, deepened further. My true blade, encompassing even the Four Swords and the Demonic Sword, opened a new heaven.

Kuwaaaang!

Wind and thunder were also part of the heavens. The wind and lightning blade Rimer unleashed was crushed before the vast sky, erupting in a tremendous explosion across the Training Ground floor.
The earth’s surface overturned, the Stone Wall crumbled, and clouds of dust surged in all directions.

“Are they both insane?”

Sheryl dropped both her hands in disbelief.

“Was there any need to go this far?”
“….”

As Glen stomped his foot without a word, the dust settled, revealing the Training Ground split cleanly in half.

Rimer sat collapsed with his sword fallen beside him, while I stood in place, tilting the Heavenly Sword downward. The victor was unmistakable.

“I lost.”

Rimer fell weakly and waved his palm in surrender.

“I gave it everything, but I was completely overwhelmed.”

He conceded and lay sprawled on his back.

“Phew….”

I exhaled a long breath and let my arm fall limply.

‘That was not easy.’

Rimer was a swordmaster capable of producing results beyond mere physical prowess.
The speed and power of his Sword Realm were so formidable that a single moment of carelessness would have sealed my defeat.
Indeed, only that Red-haired Elf was worthy of commanding the Gwangpung Corps as its deputy leader.

‘But….’

I gazed at the still-trembling blade of the Heavenly Sword and wet my lips with my tongue.

‘Has my Sword Realm grown as well?’

Cataclysm seemed stronger than before. No—not seemed. It had definitely grown stronger.

‘This is likely….’

Cataclysm was originally conceived as a Sword Realm designed for endless growth, but seeing such rapid transformation suggested it was less a matter of physical development from increased stats and more the result of drawing closer to the true Ten Thousand Swords through mastering the Demon Sword and the Righteous Sword.

I clenched my fist, satisfied by the realization that I continued to grow stronger.

“You seem rather pleased.”

Rimer looked up at Raon and chuckled softly.

“Now that we’re done, won’t you tell me?”

Raon sheathed the Heavenly Sword and approached Rimer.

“What was it you wanted to see from me?”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”

Rimer tilted his head as if he had no idea what Raon meant.

“What? You said you wanted to see something from me and challenged me to a duel.”

Raon blinked. The fact that Rimer was responding as if he’d never said such a thing was utterly absurd.

“Did I?”

Rimer pointed at himself with his finger, his eyes vacant and unfocused.

“I don’t remember….”

He scratched the back of his head, feigning ignorance.

“I knew it would be like this….”

Raon sighed in exasperation and shook his head.

-I knew the True Demon King would be like this! Why did you even agree to the duel and delay my dinner time!

Wrath shook his head, calling him foolish.

-What could possibly have changed in that fool!
‘You said he had changed!’
-W-well, only his body changed! His mind remained the same!
‘You said his mind had changed!’
-Ugh, I-I don’t remember!

That fellow scratched his head with round hands as if he had become Rimer. They say he can’t lie, yet he does it so well at times like this.
I made a mental note to feed him nadimbpang when we returned to the Annex Building.

“….”

Yet Glen and Sheryl said nothing as they watched Rimer laugh playfully.

“Come to the Training Ground! Dogyae and I are having trouble watching all the children by ourselves!”

I shook my head and sighed.

“Fine. I’ll go starting tomorrow.”
“It’s today!”

I told Rimer to come no matter what and stepped back.

“Raon.”

As I was about to leave the Training Ground, Rimer raised his hand.

“Don’t you want to become the Head of House?”

Rimer suddenly brought up the topic of becoming Head of House.

“What?”

Sheryl let out a hollow laugh as she looked at Rimer.

“Anyone would think you’re the Head of House, looking at you.”

She furrowed her brow in disbelief.

“What are you suddenly talking about?”
“No, I’ve asked you about this before.”

Rimer shrugged as if asking what I thought about it now.

“….”

Raon looked past Rimer’s sunken green eyes toward Glen.

‘Head of House….’

The Head of House of Zigheart.

While my affection for Zigheart had deepened, I had never once harbored the desire to ascend to the Head of House’s throne.

In the past, I would have leveraged Zigheart’s power to sever Derus Robert’s lifeline, but things were different now.
Rather, because I didn’t wish to bring harm to my family, my ambition for the position of Head of House had only diminished further.

“Nothing in particular.”

I looked back at Rimer and shook my head calmly.

“…I see.”

Rimer murmured that it could be so and nodded his head.

“Head of House. I’ll stay behind and tidy up this place….”
“I’ll handle it myself, so don’t worry.”

Glen said that tomorrow’s training would be skipped for just one day and waved his hand.

“You’ve worked hard. Go on home for today.”
“Yes. Then.”

I bowed to Glen and Sheryl before stepping back.

“Hey! What about me! Why won’t you say goodbye to me!”

Without even listening to Rimer’s words, I left the Training Ground.

“Cold as ice.”

Rimer clicked his tongue as he watched the swaying door where I had exited.

“Rimer.”

Glen approached Rimer and clenched his jaw.

“What are you thinking?”
“I wanted to see what kind of person Raon is now.”

Rimer laughed, saying that swordsmen had conversed with each other.

“So, are you satisfied?”
“Yes. From accepting my sword to the final Sword Realm. You spoke many of the words hidden within your heart.”

He nodded, saying it had been a meaningful conversation.

“So, what’s your conclusion?”
“Huu….”

Rimer exhaled deeply instead of answering and rose to his feet.

“Head of House. Until now, I have served you as my lord. At first glance, I recognized that you were the king I should revere.”

He brushed the dust from his clothes and stood before Glen.

“Indeed, you became a king, and I was content to protect my king with my life. However….”

Rimer drew the sword planted in the ground.

“My thoughts have changed through the previous war. Wind and lightning must dwell in the high and vast sky.”

He held the sword inverted and took the salute of the Zigheart swordsmen.

“From this day forward, I wish to serve Raon Zigheart as my lord. Not as a petty king, but as a true king.”

A solemn yet noble aura bloomed above Rimer’s shoulders.

“Please grant me your permission.”

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