The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 858

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Chapter 858

After leaving Jinmu Hall, I headed straight to the 5th Training Ground.

‘Are they training?’

Even though the rest period hadn’t ended yet, the sounds of shouts and the sharp whistle of blades cutting through air echoed from the 5th Training Ground.

‘I suppose training is enjoyable when you’re in the zone.’

Now that I’d become a Master and could express my desired movements exactly as I envisioned them, the swordsmen must be finding their training equally delightful.

-Only you find training enjoyable, you fool!

Wrath waved his hand dismissively, telling me to stop spouting nonsense.

‘Really? I’m still enjoying it.’

It wasn’t a lie. Every time I swung my blade, I could feel my own realm growing, making the hours of training something I looked forward to.

-That’s exactly why you’re insane! Among all the humans I’ve seen, you’re the most deranged!

Wrath furrowed his brow, muttering that half my brain seemed to be made of sword.

‘That’s not true. There are plenty of strange people besides me. Valdemar, whom I just saw, is one of them.’
-Ah, that iron-headed fool was quite something….
‘And there’s Merlin.’
-Ugh, that mad woman….

He seemed unable to argue and let out a low groan instead.

‘See?’

After convincing Wrath, I opened the door to the training ground and stepped inside.

Just as I’d sensed from outside, all the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps were training in sword techniques at their respective positions.

“Huh? Organization Master! You’re just arriving now?”

Dorian rushed forward in front of me, laughing with a grin.

“The meal yesterday was delicious!”

He bowed his head, saying it was truly delicious.

“Showing up after lunch hour? Even the Organization Master grows complacent sometimes. You need to stay sharp… Cough!”

Crain was clicking his tongue in disapproval when Martha struck the back of his head, sending him tumbling forward.

“Why, why are you hitting me!”

He rubbed the back of his head as if it truly hurt, tears trickling down his cheeks.

“Is that the one?”

Martha looked down at Crain with a frown.

“That lunatic wakes up at dawn to train, then comes here and trains again!”

She shook her head, saying he must have already finished both his dawn and morning training sessions.

“Oh? You’ve been observing all that. Your interest in the Organization Master is quite remarkable, isn’t it? As expected…”
“Just shut up!”
“Aaagh!”

Crain giggled as he teased Martha, only to be stepped on by her boot.

“There’s no need to even look. During his trainee days, he arrived earliest and left latest.”

Burren shuddered his shoulders, saying he nearly died trying to keep up with that schedule.

“I pride myself on my perseverance, but that one was relentlessly obsessive.”

He shook his head, saying he still breaks into a cold sweat thinking about it.

“I just slept…”

Lunan Slion always said he slept well, stretching his interlaced fingers with a satisfied yawn.

“I didn’t expect much from you, sleep-head.”

Martha wrinkled her nose in disdain.

“Now that I think about it, Lunan Slion sleeps for such long hours that your training time is relatively short. Yet you’re the strongest among all the unit leaders—your talent must be truly exceptional.”

Dorian blinked as he spoke of Lunan Slion’s remarkable talent.

“Hmm, come to think of it, that’s true.”

Burren Zigheart acknowledged Lunan Slion’s talent with a nod.

“Me, a genius…?”

Lunan Slion looked at me and made a V-sign with his index and middle fingers.

“Well, you’re a genius, I suppose.”

I found Lunan Slion’s self-praise endearing and nodded with a faint smile.

“More of a genius than the demon woman.”

Lunan Slion turned his gaze toward Martha and lifted the corner of his mouth in a slight smirk.

“Hehehehe….”

As the usually expressionless man let out a mocking laugh, Martha’s face flushed crimson with anger.

“Genius my foot! If we actually fought, I’d win!”

Martha immediately drew her sword, ready to test her claim.

“Challenge a genius?”
“You’re not a genius!”

Lunan Slion and Martha pressed their foreheads together, growling at each other.

“Oh! Is this a sparring match between Martha and Lunan?”
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“Lunan’s been winning lately, right? I wonder how this one will go?”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen set up a temporary sparring arena, their faces alight with anticipation for this long-awaited match.

“….”

I watched the Gwangpung Corps gathered in small groups, chattering away, and a faint smile crossed my lips.

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

Seeing Martha and Lunan quarreling, Crain crawling across the floor battered and bruised, and Dorian handling supplies—it was like witnessing the 5th Training Ground before Rimer’s death, when everyone had been laughing together.

Rimer had cherished this place so deeply that he’d set his personal vault’s password to “5th Training Ground.”
Seeing his beloved 5th Training Ground return to its original form brought me peace.

“Everyone, pay attention.”

I clapped my hands to draw the scattered swordsmen’s gazes toward me.

“You all know we need to go to Sepia to return Master’s sword, right?”

I looked around the Gwangpung Corps and nodded.

“Yeah. We’re preparing for it.”

Burren lowered his hand, indicating he’d already finished preparations to depart at any moment.

“You said this week. When are we leaving?”

Martha turned her shoulders, asking me to specify the date.

“Originally, I was planning to go tomorrow, but….”

I observed the light in the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen’s eyes and twisted my lips slightly.

“Looking at your condition, it seems we need to refine things a bit.”
“R-refine, you say?”

Dorian’s lips trembled as he sensed the danger with an animal’s instinct.

“Everyone’s spirits are completely broken. If you meet the Guardian with such dull eyes, our master will be criticized. Let me correct that. No, let’s spar.”

I laughed dryly and tapped my scabbard.

“W-wait, you were about to say we should fight, then suddenly changed your words! You definitely said to fight….”
“You’re first, Crain?”

After nodding in agreement, I drew the Heavenly Sword still in its scabbard and brought it down toward Crain.

“Kyaaaaaaah!”

Crain, true to his master’s training, immediately drew his blade and assumed a defensive stance, but he couldn’t withstand the power contained within the Heavenly Sword’s scabbard and crashed to the ground.

“See? You’re not focused.”
“No, how could I possibly… cough!”

He tried to protest, but my fist caught him, and he tumbled backward with his eyes rolling back.

“Well, Crain’s done.”

I beckoned the next person forward with a flick of my fingers.

“T-this isn’t sparring, it’s just violence… ugh!”

Dorian muttered his complaint and threw himself to the right.

“Oh, so it’s the Mystic Eye after all.”

I stood in place and smirked.

“I-I was certain you’d strike my thigh….”

Dorian blinked, wondering why I remained still despite what his Mystic Eye had shown him.

“You can’t rely too much on your senses. Even with the Mystic Eye, you can’t see everything. What you just experienced was fear from my killing intent.”

After offering clear guidance, I struck Dorian’s waist as he tried to dodge to the left.

“Cough!”

Dorian collapsed, clutching his waist, and rolled across the floor.

“He’s definitely weaker than before. This won’t be resolved in a day or two. Next!”

I called out for the third person to step forward, flicking my fingers.

“Ah….”
“Ugh!”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen watching my long fingers wave all arrived at the same conclusion.

The madman had returned.

Realizing that the mad spirit had made his comeback to the sparring that had been quiet for some time, the swordsmen’s faces turned deathly pale.

-It seems what the True Demon King thought at first was correct after all….

Wrath shook his head while looking at me.

-You are indeed the craziest human this king has ever seen!

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After finishing light sparring with the Gwangpung Corps, I entered the Office.

“So you were here.”

I bowed my head to Dogyae, who sat with both feet propped on the desk while drinking.

“Since you were busy killing the kids, I didn’t bother and just drank instead.”

Dogyae muttered that it felt comfortable for the first time in a while, tossing a peanut into his mouth.

“Would you like me to be your drinking companion, then?”
“You’re no fun.”

He waved his hand dismissively.

“That damned gambler knew how to hold his liquor, at least….”

Dogyae clicked his tongue briefly and tossed the remaining drink into his mouth.

“Is that so? Then I suppose I should take this back with me.”

I said it was a shame and withdrew a golden bottle from my spatial pouch. It was a premium spirit I’d purchased from the Coastal City as a gift for Dogyae.

“Liquor? What kind of… wait, is that… Barsian? How did you obtain something so precious!”
“I stopped by a tavern for a meal, and it caught my eye, so I brought it back.”

I shook the bottle, knowing he would appreciate it.

“Y-yes! Then let’s….”
“But you just said you didn’t want to drink with me.”

I pulled the bottle back and sighed.

“You, you don’t even get drunk!”

Dogyae shook his head quickly, insisting it wasn’t that he didn’t want it.

“What if I pass out first? How embarrassing would that be!

He bit his lip, admitting that he was actually afraid of losing to me in a drinking contest.

“I was joking.”

I smiled faintly and handed the bottle to Dogyae.

“Ohhh!”

The moment Dogyae received the bottle, he uncorked it and flared his nostrils.

“This is it….”

He savored the aroma deeply, as if intoxicated by the scent alone.

“Where….”

Dogyae tapped the cup clean, then poured the liquor that shimmered like a sea bathed in sunset glow, and slowly brought it to his lips.

“…Exquisite. Perfectly aged.”

He settled deeper into his chair with evident satisfaction, closing his eyes.

“Would you pour me a glass as well?”

I retrieved a cup from the cabinet and extended it forward.

“A waste to give to someone who won’t even get drunk.”

Dogyae clicked his tongue briefly, then poured the liquor into my cup.

“Thank you.”

I smiled and downed the drink in one gulp. The potent liquor burned my throat so sharply that my face contorted involuntarily.

“There.”

Dogyae pushed a bowl of peanuts forward, urging me to eat something to accompany the drink.

“It’s bitter. I’m clearly not suited to be a drinking companion.”

I chuckled and picked up some peanuts. I still couldn’t fathom what others found appealing about alcohol, but right now, I wanted nothing more than to share another cup with Dogyae.

“Just a jest—don’t take it to heart.”

Dogyae laughed softly, saying that drinkers are content simply having someone present.

“Thank you.”

I set down my cup and bowed my head to Dogyae.

“Thanks to Dogyae holding down the fort, the children seem to have found their peace of mind.”

Even after Rimer’s death, Dogyae continued to report to the 5th Training Ground, bearing the sorrow of every swordmaster who came through these doors.
It must have been difficult for him too, yet I was grateful that he had shouldered everyone’s emotions.

“…Did that bastard really leave smiling?”

Dogyae poured liquor into an empty cup, his brow furrowing.

“Yes. He left with a bright, untroubled smile. I believe it was because he trusted you, Dogyae.”

I nodded with a smile.

“…You’re just as troublesome as he was. Both of you.”

Dogyae crunched peanuts roughly, muttering about his irritation.

“Since you’re already irritated, I have one more favor to ask.”
“A favor?”
“Yes. An important one.”

I lowered my head, meeting Dogyae’s gaze.

“From now on….”

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“Sister, you shouldn’t grip the sword so tightly when you swing it.”

I gently loosened Sia’s fingers as she held the wooden sword.

“Don’t tense your entire hand—only the fingertips. That way, you can move the blade according to your will.”
“Got it!”

Following my advice, Sia relaxed her grip and brought the wooden sword down in a clean arc.

Whoooosh!

The aura didn’t move at all, yet the sound of wind being torn and crushed erupted, and a sharp blade of wind burst forth, cleaving the Lake in two.
It was only possible because the Grand Master’s body remained intact.

“Wow! That’s refreshing!”

Sia laughed cheerfully, saying she felt great.

“Well done.”

Raon nodded, praising her accomplishment.

“From now on, you’ll protect this home. You can do that, right?”
“Yes!”

Sia nodded, saying she would take care of it.

“But aren’t you going to protect it?”
“I need to escort my teacher for a bit first.”
“Your teacher?”

She blinked, unfamiliar with the word.

“Someone who made me a better person. They also helped me meet you.”
“Then I want to greet them too!”

Sia raised her hand, saying she wanted to say hello as well.

“I’ll introduce you later.”

Raon chuckled softly, saying it wasn’t the right time yet.

“Okay. I understand.”

Though Sia didn’t fully grasp his meaning, she seemed to sense something from his expression and stopped, nodding in agreement.

“Then I’ll protect the home! Come back quickly!”

She straightened her back confidently, declaring that she would guard the Annex Building herself.

“Thank you, sister.”

I thanked her and approached Sylvia and Edgar, who were seated at a table in the Garden.

“I’ll be going now.”
“Yes. Always be careful.”

Sylvia grasped my hand and nodded.

“Go forth and return safely.”

Edgar gazed with a bitter expression at Rimer’s leaf blade, which was thrust into my waist.

“It’s a shame I can’t go with you.”

Merlin, who had been sipping tea between Sylvia and Edgar, let out a short sigh of disappointment.

“Is that so…?”

I chuckled softly as I met Merlin’s gleaming eyes.

-Utter nonsense!

Wrath furrowed his brow deeply.

-That Mad Woman will definitely follow us!

He lowered his eyebrows, saying that whatever creature she was, she would undoubtedly tag along.

‘…I agree.’

I nodded with a quiet laugh. Merlin had said she would rest because she was tired, but she would definitely follow us.

‘Now that I think about it, where did Rust go?’

Given that she hadn’t appeared until now, it seemed she had gotten completely lost and moved in a different direction.

‘Could I find them by sensing the energy in this bracelet?’
-No. That fool felt it from the right but walked left instead.

Wrath muttered that even Merlin alone was troublesome enough, telling me not to worry about it.

‘To that extent….’

Still, Rust hadn’t revealed her identity, and there were few people who could match her in raw power, so there seemed to be no need for concern.

“Then.”

I bid farewell to the three and left the Annex Building, entering the 5th Training Ground.
The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen were already standing before the platform, arranged in perfect rows and columns.

Thud.

I ascended the platform with heavy, deliberate steps.

“This is….”

I opened my lips while meeting the gaze of the swordsmen, their eyes sharp as blade edges.

“The final journey I walk alongside my master.”

I grasped Rimer’s sword at my waist and nodded.

“This is not mere parting, but a farewell where I hope we might meet again in a different form someday. Prepare your hearts accordingly.”
“Yes!”
“Furthermore, this is a path where we must demonstrate who we are—those he left behind. Steel your resolve as you would before stepping onto a battlefield.”
“We shall remember!”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen, like me with hands upon their blades, shouted their brief yet resolute affirmation.

“Then we depart.”

I descended with an intense surge of aura, passing through the heart of the Gwangpung Corps.

Whoooosh.

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen followed in his wake, their forms wreathed in keen auras that proclaimed their refusal to yield.

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