The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 802

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Chapter 802

Boom!

I struck away Jalec’s staff sword and stepped into the Heavenly Transformation footwork.
Weaving the subtlety of swift swordplay into the fastest movement technique of Heavenly Transformation, my vision darkened as Jalec’s white beard suddenly came within inches of my face.

“Huh!”

Jalec raised his white eyebrows high, as if he hadn’t anticipated this level of speed.
But true to a swordmaster who had awakened the Mind’s Eye, he precisely defended the shoulder I was targeting and retreated backward.

Ching!

I used the metallic ring that erupted as the Heavenly Sword and staff sword collided as a stepping stone to advance one step further.
Closing the distance until it was awkward to thrust, I unfurled Wrath’s Silver Moon Demon Art with my left hand.

Boom!

A tremendous cold compressed from frost exploded before Jalec’s eyes, freezing the surroundings white.

“You’ll melt all of this later before you leave.”

Jalec stepped on the frozen grass and furrowed his brow. As if he had anticipated that I would use a technique, he blocked the cold of the Silver Moon Demon Art using the sword body of his staff sword.
It was a defense so perfectly executed it was almost absurd.

“Of course.”

I nodded calmly and deployed the Light Perception Sword. With the refined senses of my blade, I pressured the space where Jalec stood.

‘He’s evading everything.’

Jalec seemed to know all the trajectories of the Light Perception Sword, harmonizing evasion and defense appropriately to block every one of my attacks.

‘The Mind’s Eye….’

Jalec had said the Mind’s Eye wasn’t like eyes that read the mind, but the longer the fight continued, the more I suspected he was reading my thoughts.

‘He’s not the type to lie. So that ability is….’

Insight.
More precisely, it’s a special form of insight that has reached the realm of pure sensation.

Insight is the ability to grasp any phenomenon at a glance, but Jalec’s insight seemed to far exceed the boundaries of human capability.

Ching!

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Jalec’s staff-sword thrust toward my abdomen, using the flow of the Radiant Sword against him.

‘So how should I break through this Mind’s Eye?’

Several methods to shatter his extreme insight came to mind.

I could overwhelm him with physical force, crush him with overwhelming aura, employ Lawrence’s Reverse Dissolution technique, or break through his insight with swordsmanship that transcended the limits of the Mind’s Eye itself.

‘But my path is already chosen.’

Choosing anything else might feel good, but it wouldn’t contribute to my growth.

Just as I had done against Lawrence, I needed to shatter Jalec’s Mind’s Eye with nothing but my own swordsmanship. Only then would my time at the Holy Sword Association have meaning.

Crash!

Jalec retreated, his expression hardening as if he had read my resolve.

“You’ve realized something.”

His eyebrows furrowed deeper with heightened caution.

“I haven’t realized anything yet, but things will be different from here on.”

I began operating the Ring of Fire at its maximum capacity. Treating my body as a single blade, I wove the essence of swordsmanship into the movement of my muscles and aura.

A realm beyond Divine Sword Unity—a new level that only one who had mastered the Straight Path of Ten Thousand Swords could reach. It was no exaggeration to call it my exclusive domain.

Whoosh!

Sensing something ominous, Jalec retreated, and I pursued his left flank, unfolding the Red Blade technique.
Rather than merely following the established form of the completed Red Blade, I wove in the essence of swift strikes and overwhelming force—the most fitting approach for this moment.

“Ugh!”

Jalec released a low groan as his staff-sword slashed down against the Heavenly Sword’s blade.

Screeeech!

The instant Jalec’s staff-sword touched the Heavenly Sword, I shifted my technique, layering the essence of severing strikes into the Red Blade that had carried swift and overwhelming force.

Craaaaaash!

Jalec, as if reading even that shift, angled his staff-sword diagonally.
A massive aura anchored his shoulders—the optimal stance to withstand a severing strike.

‘As expected.’

I nodded calmly. With Jalec’s keen insight, he would naturally predict my technique’s evolution.

‘So I break through it.’

A severing strike—a special essence that severs the opponent’s sword flow. I raised my severing technique to its peak intensity and brought the Red Blade crashing down.

Booooooom!

Jalec did not retreat. He advanced into the cascading Red Blade, wrapped in a strike as weighty as stone.
I could feel the pride he held in his own power and swordsmanship.

Whoooosh!

My Heavenly Sword and Jalec’s staff-sword collided head-on.
A severing strike against a heavy strike—like scissors against rock. Normally, rock would prevail, but this time, the outcome was different.

Criiiiick!

The severing essence embedded in the Heavenly Sword tore through Jalec’s ponderous sword flow, carving a small wound across his waist.

Blood dripped.

Jalec’s mouth fell open in disbelief as blood streamed down from his waist.
His expression was one of utter bewilderment—a curved blade had shattered a straight blade and pierced through.

“What are you….”
“I told you my name is Raon Zigheart….”
“Not your name!”

Jalec waved his hand dismissively, as if telling me to stop spouting nonsense.

“You broke the matchup! How is that even possible! That was clearly a curved blade!”

He still couldn’t accept the situation, his right eye wide with shock.

“It is a curved blade. I just felt like I broke through a wall, even if only slightly.”

I nodded with a smile. Because I had acted with conviction in myself, the curved blade’s achievement—which had always lagged behind—surged forward significantly.

“…Growing during a duel? That’s an insane talent.”
“No, that’s not it.”

I shook my head, glancing at the mountain behind us.

“It’s the result of training daily with the Holy Sword Association’s swordmasters.”

Thanks to countless duels with Lawrence and the other Holy Sword Association swordmasters, I had been able to achieve growth in my swordsmanship.
This was the result of talent, effort, and fortune combined.

“I see.”

Jalec nodded, now understanding.

“But to use a curved blade in that situation—was it a technique you practiced regularly?”
“No.”

I shook my head slowly.

“The curved blade is the swordsmanship I’m worst at.”

Unlike the refreshing sword techniques of the strong blade, swift blade, and heavy blade, the counter blade—which bordered on parrying—didn’t suit my nature and didn’t grow quickly.
It was the sword technique that lagged furthest behind among all the techniques I practiced.

“What? But why….”
“Just because something is difficult and hard doesn’t mean I can abandon it.”

The counter blade didn’t suit my nature and was challenging, but I had never once set it aside.
Because I invested more effort and spent more time on it than the other sword techniques, it seemed to have bloomed first.

“You really are a genuine monster.”

Jalec twisted his mouth and lowered his stance. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. His expression was filled with competitive spirit. Though he appeared sage-like, he too was a swordsman of the Holy Sword Association.

“Then let’s begin again.”

I calmly raised the Heavenly Sword. This wasn’t a sparring match to win, but one to cultivate myself.
It was an experience that couldn’t be obtained even with a fortune in gold, so I had to give my utmost.

Whoooosh!

I didn’t flee from Jalec’s penetrating insight that seemed to pierce through me. Instead, I resolved to shatter his very perception itself and pressed forward.

Kwaaaaaa!

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Clang!

Jalec was driven backward as my Heavenly Sword clashed against his blade.

“I… let’s stop now….”

Jalec shook his head while leaning on his staff sword. His lips trembled as if he lacked the strength to speak, exhausted.

“Already?”

I lowered the Heavenly Sword and blinked my eyes. There were still so many sword techniques I hadn’t fully mastered, and it felt regrettable to end the sparring match like this.

“Already? The sun hasn’t even set yet!”

Jalec raised his hand, pointing to the sky. True to his words, the sun was setting and the moon was rising.
Since I had arrived here in the morning, it was no exaggeration to say we had been fighting all day long.

“I can’t fight anymore! If I move any further, my back will snap in two!”

Jalec still had aura remaining, but his stamina had reached its limit, and he let out a long sigh.
Whether from genuine exhaustion or not, his beard and eyebrows were drenched in sweat, the tips clumped together like wet brushes.

“Very well, let’s call it here for now.”

I smacked my lips and lowered the Heavenly Sword. My own body was battered and bruised, but I was so consumed with joy at my sword techniques’ growth that I hadn’t even noticed the sweat pouring down.

“You both worked hard!”

Dorian approached as if he had been waiting and handed towels and water to both me and Jalec.

“Thank you.”
“Thanks.”

I nodded while wiping the sweat from my face with the towel.

‘Better than I expected.’

All the achievements from more than a month of training and sparring in this place exploded at once.
The sword techniques that had sprouted in my Mental World felt as though they had grown more than a hand’s span.

‘This too….’

I smiled faintly while watching Jalec breathe heavily.

‘It’s because my opponent was excellent.’

Jalec wasn’t merely someone with keen insight—he was a peerless swordmaster who had refined countless sword techniques with precision.
Thanks to him clashing with me head-on, I was able to gain profound insights.

“Now I understand what the Rion Lord meant.”

Jalec draped a sweat-soaked towel around his neck and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Grandfather?”
“Yes. He said you’d give me trouble if you came looking for me, and this is what he meant.”

He shook his head, saying he should never have accepted Dorian in the first place.

“M-Master!”

Dorian’s mouth fell open in genuine shock.

“Even if you hadn’t accepted me, I would have challenged you to a match anyway.”

Raon laughed, saying that assumption was meaningless.

“Master! Are you abandoning me? You said you’d make me a transcendent of supply!”

Dorian whimpered and grabbed Jalec’s ankle.

“I was joking! Joking! And when did I ever say I’d make you a transcendent of supply!”

Jalec kicked Dorian away, telling him to stop spouting nonsense.

“It looks good.”

Raon smiled faintly as he watched Jalec and Dorian, who now truly looked like master and disciple.

“Right?”
“Good, my foot!”

Dorian laughed happily at the compliment, while Jalec turned his chin away sharply.

“Ahem, I realize I made a mistake earlier.”

Jalec’s expression grew awkward as his eyes darted to the side.

“A mistake?”

I tilted my head in confusion. Since the sparring had gone so satisfactorily, I couldn’t understand what mistake he was referring to.

“I told you that you lacked the talent for the Insight Eye, but that wasn’t true.”
“Surely not….”
“Yes. It’s not quite at Dorian’s level, but you too possess dormant talent for awakening the Insight Eye.”

Jalec nodded with certainty.

“I was simply fighting on intuition….”
“Didn’t I say so? The Insight Eye isn’t something as grandiose as the mind’s eye. When that intuition becomes extremely refined, it will blossom into the Insight Eye.”

He laughed and waved his hand dismissively.

“It’s hard to believe, but you might actually be kind and fearful.”
-This bastard, kind and fearful! Absolutely not!

Wrath shook his head vigorously, insisting I stop spouting nonsense.

-This one would survive even if dropped in the heart of the Demon Realm or the Celestial Realm. No, he’s a monster who would enslave every creature in those places!

He shouted at me to come to my senses and slapped Jalec’s cheek.

“Meditate frequently. The Insight Eye doesn’t reside in your eyes—it dwells in your heart.”

Jalec offered his advice on the Insight Eye, then leaned back against the wooden chair.

“Thank you for the guidance.”

I bowed respectfully to Jalec.

‘Reverse Harmony, Clash Harmony, and the Insight Eye.’

If I could merge Reverse Harmony and Clash Harmony into a single technique and infuse it with the essence of the Insight Eye, I might be able to complete a martial art capable of slaying the White Blood Cult Master even in her ethereal form.

‘This is definitely worth researching.’

I made a mental note to think this through properly once I returned to the Family Estate, sketching out the framework in my mind.

“You’ve already grasped something, haven’t you? Your eyes are sparkling brightly.”

Jalec chuckled and said it was fascinating. Hearing the word “eyes” reminded me of what he’d mentioned earlier.

“Jalec.”

I gazed at Jalec’s eyes, more than half-closed.

“You mentioned the Human Eye, Celestial Eye, and Demonic Eye earlier. What do those mean?”
“The Human Eye refers to the eyes a human must possess. It means you’re fulfilling the duties you must accomplish as a person.”

Jalec clicked his tongue, remarking that there were many humans who lacked even that.

“Then what about the Celestial Eye?”
“The Celestial Eye is a righteous eye where a sacred divinity dwells, while the Demonic Eye is a malevolent eye where darkness seeps in.”
“The Demonic Eye….”

I bit my lip while looking at Wrath. I wasn’t sure about the Celestial Eye, but I thought I understood what the Demonic Eye meant.

“However, that’s merely a rumor spread by loose-tongued humans. Whether the Celestial Eye is truly righteous or the Demonic Eye is truly malevolent has never been proven. People simply divided them according to their preferences based on words they favored.”

Jalec shook his head, saying that the matter of divinity and demonism was something one had to contemplate for oneself.

“One thing that’s certain is that both divinity and demonism can dwell within you.”

He said that much was certain, his eyes glowing quietly.

‘Divinity….’

I understood why demonism clung to me like a leech—Wrath was attached to me—but I couldn’t comprehend why divinity had taken root.
Perhaps it was because of Uriel, whom Derus had summoned.

-Who, who’s a leech! You’re the leech!

Wrath’s jowls trembled with displeasure.

“I see.”

I rose to my feet, etching the knowledge of the Celestial Eye and Demonic Eye into my mind.

“Are you leaving already? I’ll need to recover for a while because of you….”
“No. I’ve rested enough. We should begin the second round.”

I blinked as if to ask what nonsense he was spouting.

“Get up.”
“Ah….”

Jalec hadn’t even considered a second round, his eyelids shooting open so wide his eyebrows nearly lifted clean off his face.

“Didn’t you hear me! I have no strength left!”
“Give up.”

Dorian handed Jalec his staff sword while shaking his head.

“No one can stop Raon when he’s like this.”

He said it would be easier to just fight him quickly, then stepped back.

“Ugh….”

Jalec’s hand trembled as he gripped the staff sword.
His face aged a decade in an instant. He looked like a truly exhausted old man with nothing left to give.

“You insolent brat! I’m older than your grandfather!”
“Then you must know even more sword techniques. Let’s continue.”
“Aaaahhhhh!”

Once again, someone’s scream echoed through the Holy Sword Association.

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Early dawn.
I slowly opened my eyes, having been meditating motionlessly like a stone statue.

‘Has it already started?’

The Holy Sword Association wakes early.
The people here valued the sword above all else in life, so they practiced swordplay before washing or eating breakfast.

Zigheart also had many swordsmen who began training from the early dawn, but those who threw themselves so passionately into wielding their blades and sparring were uncommon.

“It seems you’ve grown accustomed to the Holy Sword Association’s mornings.”

Lectar, who had been watching me from where he leaned against the Training Ground wall, offered a faint smile.

“That’s right.”

I nodded with a smile.

“It’s been two months since I arrived here.”

Having spent two months at the Holy Sword Association, the absence of sword sounds in the early morning or night felt strange instead.

“What about the others?”
“They left before sunrise. They’re probably clashing blades with someone right now.”

Lectar shrugged, noting that Martha, Lunan, and Burren had already headed out.

“Those three are quite diligent.”

The three unit leaders had adapted to this place faster than I had, and they were growing by the day.
Training and sparring—especially gaining experience fighting against swordsmen who had honed their own techniques to the limit—proved invaluable for everyone.

‘Perhaps I should bring the entire Gwangpung Corps here later. Or maybe arrange a grand sparring match between all of Zigheart and the Holy Sword Association?’

It was impossible now, but once the Holy Sword Master’s true identity was completely revealed, I could act without hesitation.

“It’s a shame.”

I savored the sound of sword techniques cutting through the air like birdsong.

“That it’s time to leave.”

The Continent’s situation was in turmoil, and since I couldn’t continue to leave the Gwangpung Corps unattended, the Holy Sword Association had set my stay at two months from the beginning.

“I wouldn’t mind staying longer.”

Lectar laughed, saying he could remain here for life.

“I’d like to, but I can’t abandon my subordinates.”

I shook my head. I wasn’t just responsible for the unit leaders—I was the Organization Master of the entire Gwangpung Corps.
No matter how beneficial my training here was, I couldn’t remain indefinitely.

“That too is the right choice.”

Lectar nodded approvingly.

“When do you intend to depart?”
“There’s much to settle, so I’m planning to leave next week.”
“Settling matters… that should take priority.”
“Yes.”

I gripped the hilt of the Heavenly Sword and nodded heavily.

“Now I must see this through to the end.”

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The next day.
As evening fell, I left the Mansion and climbed the Mountain where Lawrence dwelt.

Yet unlike my usual solitary ascents, Lectar, Burren, Lunan, Martha, Dorian, and a handful of Holy Sword Association swordsmen followed behind me.

“I told you not to come.”

I turned back, my brow furrowing.

“How could we not watch this!”
“Right. Show us that little Lawrence getting beaten down.”

The Majang Swordmaster and Hyunak Swordmaster, who sparred with me daily, shook their heads insistently, saying they absolutely had to come along.

“We need to see how strong our Organization Master has become.”
“If you haven’t grown stronger than me, be prepared for criticism.”
“If you lose, I’ll even buy you ice cream….”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan Slion’s eyes sparkled as they indicated they would watch.

“You tormented me for two weeks, so I have to show you the results.”

Jalec stuck to my side, his forehead creased with even more wrinkles than before.

“Master! Over here!”

Dorian positioned himself beside Jalec and offered him tea and raisin cookies to eat.
At this point, they looked less like master and disciple and more like a caregiver and patient.

-Kuku, cookies, yes! Raisin cookies! The True Demon King enjoys them too!

Wrath grabbed my hair in the midst of all this, saying he wanted to eat cookies.

‘Alright, alright! Just be quiet!’

I shook my head as I received cookies from Dorian.
With so many people clinging to me, I couldn’t focus on anything.

“This feels nice somehow.”
“Hehehehe.”

Mustan and Lectar wore soft smiles, clearly enjoying this lively atmosphere.

-Hmm….

Wrath savored the taste of the cookie Dorian had given him, then turned to look back at me, narrowing his eyes.

-Now you always have many people beside you. When I first saw you, you were a shriveled thing crammed into a corner.

He chuckled with amusement.

‘Chubby little thing….’

I nodded gently as I watched the people chattering away around me.

‘Perhaps that’s true.’

In my past life, I was merely the master of Shadow, never forming good relationships with anyone.

Since I lived a life where everyone treated each other as tools, even after being reborn as Raon Zigheart, deep distrust made it difficult to build human connections.

But fortunately, through a series of fortunate encounters, good people came to stand beside me. While the weight of responsibility grew heavier, I found a happiness entirely different from before.

-The True Demon King was the same! With this innate charisma, I captivated all the Demon Race! I am truly the greatest….

Wrath raised his round fists and shouted about charisma. I had no idea what this chubby cat was going on about.

‘…I see.’
-W-wait, the True Demon King’s words aren’t finished yet!
‘We need to spar now. Please be quiet.’
-Ugh….

I gently pushed Wrath aside and stepped into the Training Courtyard before the Cave.

“Damn, it’s noisy.”

Lawrence emerged from the Cave as if he’d been waiting, furrowing his brow.

“We do this sparring every day—why are so many people showing up!”

He waved his hand dismissively, as if telling them to leave.

“Don’t mind them. This is the last one anyway.”

I shrugged my shoulders. Since today was my final sparring with Lawrence before departing for Zigheart, having spectators didn’t seem like a bad thing.

“Hmm….”

Lawrence erased the irritation from his expression and pressed his lips firmly shut.
His face showed reluctance at the thought of leaving.

“It’ll be over quickly anyway….”

Lawrence exhaled a short sigh and descended to the Training Courtyard.

“So today’s sparring will be conducted differently.”

I gazed at Lawrence with eyes burning crimson.

“Just one match, but with the clear objective of bringing my opponent down.”
“Your eyes have grown quite fierce.”

Lawrence laughed as if he’d expected exactly this.

“Very well. Let’s begin without delay.”

He wiggled his long, twig-like fingers in a gesture inviting me to attack.

Sword Realm Incarnation, Divine Demon Harmony Union.

Before the sparring had even begun, I drew the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword, opening the Sword Realm.

The sun and moon rising above the darkened Mountain.

Within the sun, I established the divine blade of flame, and beneath the moonlight, I drew the demonic blade of frost.

“You….”

Lawrence’s eyes widened as if he hadn’t anticipated that I would open the Sword Realm.

“Don’t let your guard down. With the martial knowledge I’ve accumulated in this place….”

I pointed the divine blade ablaze with infernal fire forward and curled my lips into a smile.

“I will bring you down.”

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