The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 81

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Chapter 81

“Sigh.”

Rimer exhaled deeply as he watched the trainees return to the village.

“Truly inflexible, aren’t they.”

He cast a sidelong glance at Burren Zigheart, who followed directly behind Raon.

I thought he had softened somewhat compared to when I first met him, but it seemed that change was reserved solely for Raon.

‘Well, of course.’

Burren Zigheart’s transformation had begun only after witnessing Raon’s dedication. It was hardly strange that he showed such a different side only to him.

‘Lunan Slion has changed too.’

The girl who once harbored shallow emotions and concealed her feelings now spoke with clarity and expressed herself openly. This transformation would profoundly influence her swordsmanship as well.

‘And Martha.’

Her eyes had shifted noticeably. She seemed deeply moved by witnessing Raon’s battles and his unwavering spirit.

‘Her interest in the sword arts must stem from her desire to catch up to Raon.’

Martha’s newfound passion for the sword arts likely arose from her wish to pursue Raon or to stand beside him.

As Rimer observed each trainee, he felt the profound growth they had all achieved—both in martial prowess and in spirit.

Pride swelled within him, yet his face flushed with regret at his late arrival.

“Well then… ugh!”

As he moved to follow the trainees, a sharp, throbbing pain erupted from his lower abdomen.

“Damn it….”

The price of forcefully using a damaged dantian and opening the Sword Realm was steep. It felt as though life itself had been diminished.

‘My lifespan must have shortened considerably.’

I hadn’t told the trainees directly, but for anyone outside Zigheart to open the Sword Realm, they must sacrifice vitality that transcends mere physical stamina.

Since I was neither young nor in good health, my lifespan had likely been cut significantly.

‘But I have no regrets.’

I had lived long enough anyway.
Ever since my dantian broke, I hadn’t truly felt alive.

But from the moment I began teaching those children, it felt as though I had gained a new life—so the shortened years ahead didn’t trouble me in the slightest.

“Hah….”

Rimer waited for the pain in his heart and dantian to subside, then rose to his feet.

He could see the villagers bowing their heads to Raon.

“At least I’ll get to see that boy standing at the top before I go.”

He chuckled softly to himself, then vanished from that place like the wind.

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The protection of Sebu Village and Sebu Mountain falls under the jurisdiction of the Zigheart Southwest Branch.

“Tsk.”

Burkas, the commander of the Zigheart Southwest Branch, clicked his tongue as he headed toward Sebu Village.

‘Eden, you say?’

A trainee named Crain had come to find me, saying that Eden had appeared in Sebu Village.

Raon Zigheart had supposedly detected Red-eyed Ghost’s surveillance—but honestly, it sounded like nonsense to me.

To sense Red-eyed Ghost’s gaze, one would need to be at least an intermediate-level Expert martial artist.

The idea that Raon, who had only just turned fifteen, could perceive such a thing made no sense whatsoever.

“Branch Commander, this doesn’t add up. Do we really need to go? We’ve already investigated everything.”

Vice Branch Commander Servian sidled up beside me, grumbling. He seemed displeased since he was the one who had investigated Sebu Village and Sebu Mountain.

“Raon isn’t the issue. Burren, Lunan, and Martha are there. If something happens to those three, our entire branch could lose its head.”
“Ugh, just hearing that is horrifying.”
“Control your expression. No matter what—huh?”

Burkas’s eyes widened as he spotted blood spreading across the path leading to the village. Following the stream of crimson that flowed like a river, he saw a massive green corpse.

“An… an ogre?”

A round, grotesque face. A thick body and limbs as if several logs had been bundled together. It was the corpse of an ogre—the king of the forest.

“It’s an ogre!”
“Why… why is an ogre here?”
“And there are two of them…”

The branch’s swordsmen stopped before the ogre corpses and swallowed hard.

“Hmm…”

Burkas examined the ogre’s corpse and furrowed his brow. A single sword strike that had severed the vital point in one motion. The work of a master swordsman.

‘Whether it’s Eden or not, something definitely happened here.’

There were the corpses of the dead ogres, blood, and traces of human blood and clothing as well.

“Raise our guard to maximum alert.”

Burkas’s eyes changed. He immediately dashed toward the village, and the branch’s swordsmen followed behind him with grim expressions.

They quickened their pace upon witnessing the village entrance, crushed as if trampled by a giant. As they attempted to cross the village center, trainees appeared before them.

“You….”

Burkas stared at the trainees in front and found himself at a loss for words.

‘What is this….’

Raon Zigheart.
The seemingly frail boy’s left arm hung limp like a rag, and fist-sized holes gaped in his waist and thigh.

Yet despite such grievous injuries, the child uttered not a single groan, and his eyes shone with clarity as if reflecting a midnight lake.

An intense presence that transcended even his wounded state.
It felt like facing a seasoned swordsman who had accumulated years of experience through countless achievements.

“I am Raon Zigheart, top trainee of the 5th Training Ground.”

Raon spoke with measured courtesy.

“Ah, yes, well. What in the world happened here? Did Eden’s people really appear?”

Burkas stammered, flustered by Raon’s composed aura.

“They did.”

With that, he cast two helmets at Burkas’s feet.
The helmet of the Green Warrior, emblazoned with an orc warrior’s head, and the helmet of Gwahyeolgwi, carved with an ogre’s visage.

“G-Gwahyeolgwi and the Green Warrior? Eden really did appear?”
“We captured the Green Warrior, but Instructor Rimer captured Gwahyeolgwi.”
“Instructor?”
“Instructor Rimer.”
“Ah….”

Gwahyeolgwi was undoubtedly a martial artist who had reached the Master realm. Burkas was taken aback that Rimer, whose dantian had been destroyed, had subdued him.

“He truly is remarkable… Ah, wait!”

Burkas’s mouth fell open. Only now did the truly astonishing revelation reach his ears—something even more shocking than Rimer capturing Gwahyeolgwi.

“You… you captured the Green Warrior?”
“Yes.”

Raon nodded with an impassive gaze.

“How? How could you possibly capture the Green Warrior?”

Rimer capturing Gwahyeolgwi was already an astounding feat, but for these trainees to have subdued both the Green Warrior and the green-eyed ghost was utterly absurd.

“We managed it well enough.”
“Tell me the details! Don’t leave anything out!”
“Well, that one over there can explain it better. I need to attend to my injuries.”
“Ah, yes. Of course.”

Burkas nodded in agreement. Indeed, Raon’s injuries were severe—the kind that would have an ordinary person weeping and wailing.

“Servian. Treat Raon’s wounds.”
“Ah, yes.”

Servian, the branch vice-commander and healer, snapped out of his daze and followed Raon.

“So what happened here? Tell me everything—don’t omit a single detail.”
“Whether you believe it or not remains to be seen, but…”

Burren recounted every event that had transpired here to Burkas without exaggeration or embellishment.

“That doesn’t make any sense…”

Burkas’s voice grew hoarse and strained. The sheer implausibility of the tale left him struggling to speak.

“Nevertheless, it is the truth.”

All the trainees—Burren, Lunan, and Martha among them—nodded in affirmation.

“Hah…”

It was beyond comprehension.

‘He caught the Green Warrior from behind, severed his arm, and ultimately cut off his head?’

That alone was shocking enough. But what I heard next left me utterly astounded.

‘He held his ground against Gwahyeolgwi for nearly ten minutes….’

Burren said that after Raon had everyone escape, he had held Gwahyeolgwi at bay until Rimer arrived.

A fifteen-year-old trainee who hadn’t even earned his swordsman’s qualification had crossed blades with Gwahyeolgwi, a Master-realm warrior. My mind reeled at the absurdity of it.

“Hah….”

Burkas exhaled a long breath and studied the trainees. Their eyes didn’t waver in the slightest. Everything they said was true.

I turned and gazed at the house Raon had entered.

Gulp.

I swallowed hard. Even Glen Zigheart, the current patriarch of Zigheart, couldn’t have faced Gwahyeolgwi at fifteen years old.

‘A monster….’

Those were the only words that came to mind. Raon Zigheart transcended the very concept of genius—he was a monster.

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“W-well then, I’ll be taking my leave.”

The man named Servian, who had introduced himself as the vice-commander, wrapped my entire body in medicine and bandages before standing up.

“Thank you.”
“Oh, no need.”

He waved his hand dismissively and stepped outside.

“Haa….”

I leaned my back against the wall, enduring the pain.

‘It feels like a dream.’

I still couldn’t believe that with this flawed body, I had slain the Green Warrior and survived against Gwahyeolgwi.

‘I was fortunate.’

When I cut down the Green Warrior, the trainees drew his attention, allowing me to seize the advantage. Building on that growth, I managed to endure the brutal clash with Gwahyeolgwi.

Had I fallen even slightly short, both of us would have been in mortal danger.

‘But I’ve grown once more because of it.’

I clenched my fist. Through the grueling battle with Gwahyeolgwi, my stats, experience, and rank had all risen.

The distance between who I was before arriving at Sebu Village and who I am now was as vast as heaven and earth.

Now I had clearly ascended to the lower tier of Sword Expert.

‘It seems strength cannot be gained without hardship.’

I had felt this even in my past life—opportunity only arrives after weathering the waves of crisis.

‘And besides….’

I grinned and shook the ice-flower bracelet containing Wrath.

“Thanks to you, I’ve grown even stronger.”
-Grrrgh….”

Blue flames erupted from the ice-flower as Wrath rose forth.

-This king has never made such a foolish wager. You failed to slay that brute in the ogre helm!
“That’s not it.”

I shook my head.

“Our wager was Gwahyeolgwi’s death. In other words, it didn’t matter who struck him down.”
-Tch, damn it!

Wrath surged with violent fury. He lamented that the situation had been so urgent he hadn’t wagered properly.

‘Hmm….’

Unlike usual, I didn’t tease Wrath and instead furrowed my brow. His emotions struck deeper into my chest than they normally did.

‘Is it because I received his wrath?’

Because I had received Wrath’s fury, I seemed to feel his emotions far more acutely.

‘More dangerous than expected.’

I’d only received 10 points of wrath, yet the aftereffects were considerable. It seemed I would need to exercise extreme caution with any contract involving him.

“Let me check something again.”

I raised my voice a tone as if it were nothing and recalled the message from before.

[You have achieved victory in your wager with Wrath.]
[All stats increase by 3 points.]
[You have achieved your fourth victory over Wrath.]
[Due to the effect of 4 consecutive victories, additional stats increase.]
[Strength increases by 1 point.]
[Agility increases by 2 points.]
[Stamina increases by 1 point.]

Just as when I’d won the third wager, additional points had risen. It was a reward befitting Wrath’s generous nature.

Crack!

I clenched my fist. As my stats surged simultaneously, I felt the muscles that had been drained of vitality spring back to life.

-I should never have made such a cursed wager!

Wrath screamed that it was a trick, engulfing the entire room in frigid cold.

“You know as well as I do. There’s still more to come.”

[As the second reward of the wager, a trait possessed by Wrath is being generated.]
[The trait has been determined.]
[You have acquired the trait 【Indomitable Will】.]

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