The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 762

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Chapter 762
-A special ability?
Wrath shot up like a firecracker and rushed at Haren.
-What is it! Tell me right now!
He seemed excited at the mention of a special ability, his tongue flicking eagerly.
“What kind of ability is it?”
I gazed at Haren while gripping the scabbard of the Heavenly Sword tightly.
Upon hearing the words “special ability,” anticipation flooded through me like a tidal wave.
“Hehe, look there.”
Haren chuckled and pointed to the dragon’s head carved into the scabbard.
“See how flames are burning in its eyes?”
“Oh, you’re right.”
I nodded. When I first received the scabbard, the dragon’s eyes had been empty, but now I could see small sparks burning within them.
“That’s it!”
Haren straightened his posture and clapped his hands loudly.
“The special ability is that it absorbs the aura you’ve wasted, and flames ignite in the dragon’s eyes!”
He laughed heartily, asking if that wasn’t amazing. His cheeks were flushed red, showing he was genuinely pleased with himself.
-….
“….”
Wrath and I stared blankly at the delighted Haren, blinking slowly.
My anticipation crumbled like dry autumn leaves, leaving me speechless.
“Ah….”
Balkan couldn’t bear the embarrassment and raised his hand to strike his own forehead.
“Isn’t it cool?”
Haren tilted his head, asking if this wasn’t every man’s dream.
“Cool my ass!”
Balkan swung his open palm and struck the back of Haren’s head.
Crack!
With a crisp sound like a watermelon splitting, Haren’s head crashed to the ground.
“Why, why are you hitting me!”
“I told you not to create useless functions!”
Balkan shook his head, pleading with him to stop doing stupid things.
The way he said “again” suggested this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.
“The, the greatest ability is obviously those flames, but there’s one more function!”
Haren waved his hands frantically, crying out not to hit him.
“I’m sure it’s some pathetic ability.”
Balkan kicked Haren’s side and turned to look at me.
“I apologize. I’ll remake it for you.”
He sighed deeply, saying he had no face to show for raising his son this way.
“Let’s at least hear what he has to say.”
I lifted Haren to his feet with a faint smile.
Balkan had reinforced the Heavenly Sword by shaving away his own lifespan. Since asking him to work on the scabbard as well would be too much to ask, I wanted to use it as it was if the function wasn’t poor.
“D-draw technique….”
Haren rose to his feet, clutching at his bruised ribs.
“There’s a draw technique auxiliary function.”
“Draw technique?”
My eyes widened at the suddenly mentioned draw technique.
“Why specifically draw technique….”
Balkan also furrowed his brow, seemingly unable to understand.
“Draw technique is a martial art that gets somewhat disrespected. Many say it lacks practical effectiveness, so I decided to take on the challenge. Isn’t a craftsman’s dream to challenge the impossible?”
Haren picked up the long pipe that had fallen to the ground and shook it roughly. His eyes began to sparkle again.
“Hmm….”
I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the scabbard.
‘It’s certainly a difficult martial art to use in actual combat.’
Draw technique was good for surprise attacks, but once a fight had already begun, it wasn’t a particularly effective attacking method.
Since the act of returning the blade to the scabbard during combat itself was a risky move, I had never seen anyone use draw technique in actual battle except for Aris Zigheart.
However, since I myself occasionally used draw technique, if the scabbard’s auxiliary ability was excellent, it would definitely be worth using.
“How does it work exactly?”
I approached Haren’s side and lifted the scabbard.
“It’s simple.”
Haren pointed to the dragon’s eyes where embers flickered.
“When all the eyes on the scabbard turn to flames, charging is complete. When you draw the blade in that state, a draw technique that’s more than twice as strong and fast will emerge.”
He nodded, saying it was a decent ability, though not quite as impressive as the flames burning in his own eyes.
“How do you charge it?”
I asked while tracing the dragon’s eyes carved into the scabbard.
“You don’t need to do it manually. The scabbard will absorb the aura you expend on its own.”
Haren shook his head, explaining that it was a method of gathering and using the aura wasted during combat.
“Huh…?”
I looked down at the scabbard with my mouth open in surprise.
‘Isn’t that amazing?’
Since it wasn’t manual charging but rather a method of gathering and using the aura expended during combat, there was no need to worry about it—it was an incredibly good ability.
-That’s right! There’s nothing to lose!
Wrath also raised his arms in amazement at the scabbard’s ability.
-Since there’s no need to gather aura separately, all the drawbacks of draw technique will be negated!
‘Exactly.’
Normally, using a large technique like draw technique requires preparatory movements.
But if this scabbard automatically gathered aura, there would be no delay or need for large movements, allowing me to use draw technique like a surprise attack even during combat.
“Hmm….”
Balkan also let out a small sigh, seemingly not having expected that such an aura management method could be created.
“That’s quite an impressive ability.”
I nodded vigorously while lifting the scabbard forward.
“It’s nothing special, really.”
Haren shook his head in disapproval.
“Isn’t it much cooler when fire blazes from a dragon’s eyes? It looks like you’re smoking a cigarette.”
He chuckled to himself, still convinced that fire erupting from a dragon’s eyes was the pinnacle of aesthetics.
-That guy’s strange too….
Wrath narrowed his eyes, muttering that Haren’s head seemed to be malfunctioning.
“We should test it first.”
Balkan lowered his hand, suggesting we verify the scabbard’s capabilities.
“Understood.”
I nodded and stepped outside the Smithy.
“It’s barely charged right now, isn’t it?”
“Based on the cold flames in the eyes, I’d say about five percent.”
Haren muttered that there was still a long way to go and smacked his lips.
“Then I’ll deliberately waste some aura.”
As I spread Manhwagong and Glacia through the air as if fighting an enemy, the scabbard absorbed the dispersing energy and filled my pupils with flames.
“This should be enough.”
When the fire in the dragon’s eyes had accumulated to about forty percent, I grasped the scabbard with my left hand.
I felt energy churning inside like molten lava. One moment of carelessness and it would spring forth like a coiled spring.
Shhhhh.
I gripped the blade of the Heavenly Sword with my right hand. Pressing my left foot forward, I rotated my waist and shoulders as I drew the Heavenly Sword.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
The energy condensed within the scabbard exploded, violently pushing up the silver-white blade.
From the red lines embedded in the sword, an eerie heat blazed forth, unleashing a tremendous torrent of flame into the sky.
Roaaaaar!
Like the breath of a Red Dragon unleashed at full power, an endless inferno filled the skies above Mirtan Village.
“Ah….”
I stared up at the heat-filled sky with my mouth agape.
He’d said it was nothing special, so I’d unleashed my full technique—if the angle had been just slightly lower, I would have roasted the entire village.
-Ugh….
“Uh….”
Wrath and Balkan trembled with wide eyes, clearly not expecting the power to amplify to this degree.
“See? That crude, brute force has no elegance. The flames blooming in a dragon’s eyes are far more beautiful, I’m telling you!”
Haren clicked his tongue, insisting that fire igniting in a dragon’s eyes was the ultimate aesthetic.
“I misjudged him.”
Balkan shook his head slowly, looking at Haren.
“His talent is good, but the man himself is an idiot!”
-Indeed, even I, the True Demon King, agree with this!
“….”
I couldn’t argue and simply nodded quietly.
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I gathered the Heavenly Sword and its sheath, then bowed to Balkan and Haren.
“Thank you for the fine blade and sheath.”
“You’re too polite—it’s rather dull.”
Balkan waved his hand dismissively.
“As I said before, you just need to become someone worthy of that sword.”
“I understand.”
I nodded with a faint smile.
“I’d like the dragon’s eyes to always hold fire. When you use the draw technique, the flames will disappear, so try not to use it if you can help it.”
Haren nodded, saying I should discard the draw technique function and simply keep the flames active. His expression made it clear he was serious.
He’d always been an odd person, but he seemed even stranger now.
“…I’ll do my best.”
I let out a hollow laugh while meeting Haren’s earnest gaze.
“And…”
I opened my spatial pouch and retrieved Kaibar’s scales, bones, and teeth.
“I’m returning the materials that were consumed in making the sheath.”
“Really?”
Haren’s jaw dropped as he saw the scales, bones, and teeth spread across the table.
“Yes.”
Haren had mentioned using Kaibar’s bones and scales for this sheath. Since I was pleased with it, this much repayment felt worthwhile.
“Thank you! Next time I’ll make something even more magnificent!”
Haren shouted for me to look forward to it, then immediately rushed off to his smithy.
“Then I should be going as well.”
I watched Haren’s retreating figure before bowing to Balkan.
“As I promised from the beginning, I will become a swordsman who bows to no one.”
“Good. But before that…”
Balkan tilted his chin lightly.
“You know who gave you the Crimson Flame Gold, Frost Crystal, and Gold Binding, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
I nodded without hesitation.
“Then when you return, at least offer your thanks.”
Balkan smiled softly, saying he’d really appreciate it.
“I will.”
Since I’d already planned to do so from the start, I nodded firmly.
“Then go on.”
Balkan waved his hand, signaling for me to leave.
“I need to rest for a while.”
He collapsed into his chair, muttering about needing to travel again.
“Until next time.”
I offered Balkan a sword salute and left the Smithy.
“Next time….”
Balkan gazed alternately at the metallic sounds echoing from Haren’s smithy and my retreating figure, a subtle smile playing across his lips.
“I can entrust it to him.”
He laughed without hesitation, savoring the gentle breeze that drifted past.
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The moment I returned to Zigheart, I headed straight for the Patriarch’s Hall.
“Organization Master.”
Upon arriving at the Audience Chamber, Roen bowed with a faint smile.
“May I see the Head of House now?”
“Of course.”
Roen opened the Audience Chamber doors without even asking Glen’s permission.
“Please, enter.”
“Thank you.”
I bowed respectfully to Roen before stepping into the Audience Chamber.
Glen sat with his back against the Jade Throne, reviewing documents.
“I greet the Head of House.”
I approached the platform and knelt.
“Rise.”
Glen commanded me to stand in a dry tone, his gaze lifting from the documents to settle upon me.
“Your mind seems considerably clearer now.”
“Your guidance proved invaluable. And….”
I met Glen’s serene eyes and bowed deeply.
“Thank you for the precious gifts.”
It was Glen who had given Balkan the Crimson Flower Gold, Frost Crystal, and Golden Binding. Since he had directed me to seek Balkan out, the answer was remarkably simple.
“Thanks to them, I was able to repair the Heavenly Sword and realign my aspirations.”
I bowed even lower, having gained far more than mere enlightenment or increased power—only gratitude remained.
“Well done.”
Glen’s eyes brightened as he nodded slowly.
“As you advised, I intend to pursue both mastery of all swords and transcendence.”
I spoke of my own capacity and goals, striking my left chest.
“Thank you for everything, Grandfather.”
I called him by that name and offered a genuine smile.
“Ah….”
Glen Zigheart was about to speak when he froze mid-sentence. The documents in his hand slipped from his grasp and scattered down from the platform. Time itself seemed to have stopped.
“Grandfather?”
“Head of House!”
“Oh my!”
Roen and Sheryl gasped in alarm and rushed up onto the platform.
“Call the Saint! Call the Saint!”
“No, no, no, that’s enough!”
Glen Zigheart stopped Sheryl, who was about to call for Pedrick, and exhaled heavily.
“…You don’t need to thank me. It’s merely repayment for your information.”
He waved his hand dismissively, as if it were nothing.
“Are you certain you’re alright?”
“I was simply lost in thought for a moment.”
I couldn’t fathom what he’d been thinking about to forget even to breathe. He himself seemed startled, sweat trickling down his back.
“You may go now.”
“Understood. Please take care of yourself.”
I bowed deeply to Glen Zigheart and turned to leave.
-That old codger’s malnourished, that’s what. His eyes and lips are always twitching.
Wrath clicked his tongue, saying it was because I only ever ate bread.
‘Should I invite him to dinner again?’
-I approve! When that old man comes, the number of dishes changes!
He waved his hands up and down enthusiastically.
‘I should prepare nutrient-rich dishes….’
“Raon.”
As I was contemplating what food to prepare, Glen Zigheart’s gentle voice reached my ears.
“You’ve worked hard. If you ever have concerns in the future, come to me.”
Glen Zigheart nodded with an expression that was difficult to describe.
“Ah….”
Looking into Glen Zigheart’s eyes, I swallowed dryly. For reasons I couldn’t explain, my nose tingled and warmth spread through my left chest.
“…I understand. Thank you.”
I bowed deeply and left the Audience Chamber.
“Phew….”
The moment I left the Audience Chamber, Glen Zigheart slid down from the Jade Throne and collapsed onto the floor.
He gazed up at the empty air as if exhausted, letting out a long breath.
“Grandfather….”
Sheryl shook her head with a mixture of joy and concern as she watched Glen Zigheart struggle.
“That might be the most terrifying word in the world.”
“Hehehehe.”
Roen drew a benevolent smile, clearly amused by the situation.
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Whether on leave or after it ended, my life remained unchanged. I devoted myself entirely to training in the Training Ground alongside the Gwangpung Unit.
However, unlike the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Unit who honed their bodies through constant movement, I sat at the far end of the Training Ground and repeated meditation.
“Sigh….”
After spending the entire day immersed in meditation, I slowly opened my eyes as the sun began to set.
‘My body feels sluggish, but I must walk this path as well.’
Wrath said my current body was no longer inferior even to transcendents.
What was lacking for transcendence wasn’t the body, but the spirit, experience, and the mastery of martial arts—so now was the time to focus on mental cultivation.
I brushed the dust that had settled on my shoulders and rose to my feet.
-Hmm?
Wrath descended from my head and widened his eyes.
-What’s this? The sun hasn’t even set yet?
‘I have something to do.’
Today was the day the executive meeting would be held, so I needed to prepare in advance.
‘Though there probably won’t be many people attending.’
As Oma’s location was revealed while it grew stronger, not only Zigheart but also the military forces of the Five Emperors were constantly mobilizing outside.
Even within Zigheart, the personnel had been reduced by more than half, leaving the place feeling desolate.
‘Still, I should prepare.’
As I headed to the Dormitory to shower, the Training Ground door opened and Chad, the head of the Bi-Yeon Society, entered.
“Organization Master.”
Chad approached me and shook his head.
“You don’t need to participate in the meeting, Organization Master.”
“What? Why all of a sudden….”
Even without many people, the meeting would still be held, so I didn’t understand what he meant by saying I didn’t need to participate.
“The Gwangpung Unit has….”
Chad held up a document stamped with the Head of House’s seal and let out a low groan.
“Received a designated mission.”

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