The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 874

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Chapter 874

“The Lightning Sword….”

I met Glen’s intense gaze and let out a small groan.

“Since the Head of House created it, it must be a powerful and refined sword technique, but I’m not sure if it will suit me.”

Currently, I possessed auras of flame, frost, wind, and earth—the last one obtained from the Sword Saint.

The Lightning Sword that Glen was about to teach me would certainly be destructive, but I wasn’t confident it would actually help me, having already mastered four different attribute auras.

‘Too much power can become poison.’

Flame and frost were well-practiced, wind was something I was growing accustomed to, but I still had a long way to go before fully adapting to the earth aura.
I was worried whether I could properly wield lightning in my current state.

“It’s only natural you’d think that way, given that you’ve mastered more than just one or two attributes.”

Glen nodded calmly, as if he had anticipated my concern.

“As you say, most transcendents focus on one or two attributes. However, the reason isn’t that they don’t need others, but rather that learning different attributes requires far too much time and effort.”

He furrowed his brows, noting that someone who learned flame aura would need more than three times as long to master cold aura.

“But you, Raon, are different.”

A glimmer of expectation shone in Glen’s crimson eyes.

“Even in your Expert days, you wielded flame and frost freely. After reaching Master, you incorporated both attributes into the Sword Realm, and now you’ve even created sword techniques that channel wind.”

He nodded approvingly and continued speaking.

“And yet your vessel is still not full. Once you perfect the earth aura and establish the Lightning Sword you’re about to learn, your stature will rise even higher.”

Glen laughed, saying he had never seen anyone with such a vast capacity for martial arts.

“You may think it’s chaotic now, but once your aura and martial techniques become one, there will be no one standing above you.”

He spoke as though he could even surpass himself, gazing up at the darkened night sky.

“That seems difficult to achieve.”

I shook my head firmly.

‘Even a lifetime of training wouldn’t be enough to reach that realm.’

Since ascending to transcendence, Glen’s realm felt even more impossibly distant. Just looking at it made me weary. Realizing how elevated the Family Head who upheld the Zigheart truly was sent shivers down my spine.

“No, you can do it.”

Glen nodded without hesitation, his conviction absolute.

“You might even transcend shackles and laws themselves.”

He laughed, saying I wouldn’t be bound by causality like he was.

-The True Demon King shares that sentiment.

Wrath waggled his fingers, noting that for once he and the old man were in agreement.

-With that ridiculous ring you possess, you could learn anything—the Thunder Sword, the Madness Sword, all of it.

He muttered that with nine rings of fire, his vessel had grown even larger.

-But don’t let your guard down! If an opportunity arises, the True Demon King will devour your body on the spot!
‘Tomorrow too?’
-Not tomorrow—if a chance comes, I’ll seize it immediately!
‘Ah, I was planning to roast a dragon whole tomorrow and eat it, but that won’t work now.’

I smacked my lips regretfully.

-W-well, the True Demon King might be rather busy tomorrow, so perhaps it’s fine?
‘No, no. It’s too dangerous, so I should just eat the meals provided.’

I shook my head, saying I’d eat at the Dining Hall of the 5th Training Ground.

-Just eat it! I won’t take it from you!

Wrath shouted that he wouldn’t take the roasted dragon for today and tomorrow, urging me to eat it.
Though he spoke of targeting my body, it seemed to me he had already given up.

“Since you seem to understand, shall we begin?”

Glen placed his hand on the blade of the Heavenly Sword as he continued.

“The name of this swordsmanship is Celestial Thunder Strike.”
“Celestial Thunder Strike…?”
“It is not merely an aura cultivation method, but a martial art that integrates swordsmanship just as the Manhwagong does.”

He grasped the blade, saying he had drawn inspiration from the Manhwagong he himself wielded.

“As I mentioned, I designed it with the connection to the Spear Realm Sword in mind, so observe carefully.”

Glen drew the Heavenly Sword with deliberate slowness, pointing the blade toward the battlefield as he took a short breath.

Whoooosh!

In the blink of an eye, Glen’s blade had touched the sky, and the clear night heavens had transformed into dark, roiling clouds.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Between the pitch-black clouds, the eyes of a writhing thunder dragon gleamed with brilliant crimson lightning.

Screeeech!

As Glen quietly drew the Heavenly Sword downward, the countless red bolts of lightning that filled the sky converged into a single blade and plunged down.

Boom!

A sword strike that transcended the concept of speed crashed before Glen and me, unleashing a tremendous shockwave. Even with all my strength in my legs, I was pushed backward.

“This is the tenth form of Celestial Thunder Strike—Raging Thunder Explosion.”

Glen lightly brushed off his hand holding the Heavenly Sword, calling it the first stage of Celestial Thunder Strike.

“Ah….”

I exhaled softly as I gazed at the black hole carved before my eyes.

‘The speed and power are almost impossible to follow.’

Just moments ago, Glen had compressed the lightning filling the sky to a thickness thinner than a blade and brought it down upon me.

Despite the shockwave being powerful enough to shake my body, only a small hole had formed—a testament to the overwhelming control and precision of his lightning technique.

I had witnessed many spells and sword techniques infused with lightning, but never had I encountered power of such a different caliber.
With the lightning compressed to its absolute limit, even using Sword Realm Incarnation Creation would prove futile.

-Y-you’re quite something.

Wrath shook his head, his words stumbling twice over.

-I don’t understand why the old man keeps growing stronger when he should be leaving.

He wetted his dry lips with his tongue, clearly flustered.

‘Are we losing?’
-Nonsense! We shall prevail!

Wrath shook his head vigorously, insisting that a Demon Lord never admits defeat.

“What say you? Will you learn from this?”

Glen spread both hands open as if offering to grant me whatever I desired.

“If I back away after witnessing this, I would be unworthy of the title swordsman.”

I exhaled briefly and nodded.

“I will accept.”

To refuse after facing the swordsmanship Glen had just displayed would be to abandon my pride as a swordsman. Acceptance was the only path forward.

“A worthy resolve.”

Glen’s eyes gleamed with unmistakable pride, as if he’d known I would understand.

“Then I shall now impart to you the incantations and techniques of the Heavenly Thunder Art.”

He stood in place and recited the theoretical foundations of the Heavenly Thunder Art all at once.

I resonated the Ring of Fire and committed every single word of Glen’s instruction to memory without missing a syllable.

‘The method of application isn’t difficult at all.’

Glen could have crafted a martial art far more convoluted if he’d wished, yet this was as comprehensible as intermediate swordsmanship.
It seemed he had designed this martial art from the beginning with the intention of passing it on to others.

“Next are the techniques.”

After imparting all the incantations of the Heavenly Thunder Art, Glen grasped the Heavenly Sword and stepped forward.
He demonstrated every stance in meticulous detail, from the first technique through the twelfth, then lowered his blade.

‘It truly is like a perfect counterpart to the Spear Realm Sword.’

Just as Glen had said, the sword techniques of the Heavenly Thunder Art were paired seamlessly with the techniques of the Spear Realm Sword.

Incantations easy to comprehend and sword techniques familiar to the eye. If this wasn’t a misunderstanding, Glen had created the Heavenly Thunder Art specifically for me.

‘I’m certain of it.’

Grandfather would have no need to create any further martial arts.

The current Glen could express the pinnacle of swordsmanship through mere motion alone. The fact that he had crafted such a refined martial art was undoubtedly not for himself, but for another.

“You will be capable of imbuing far greater value into the blade than I ever could. I look forward to witnessing that day.”

Glen told me to envision everything of the Ten Thousand Swords, then sheathed the Heavenly Sword.

“Thank you.”

I grasped the Heavenly Sword and assumed the proper sword salute.

“I will master the Heavenly Thunder Technique perfectly and become an asset to Zigheart.”
“Those words please me, but I taught you this not for Zigheart’s sake, but for yours.”

Glen stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Think of yourself a little more.”

He offered a faint smile, encouraging me to find peace of mind.

“Like your master, who rests embedded in a sword even in death.”
“Ah, yes….”

I chuckled softly as I caressed the Soul Reaper Sword.

“Then let’s begin again.”

Glen stepped back a pace, saying he would correct my stance.

“Thank you for your guidance!”

I bowed deeply and drew the Heavenly Sword.

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The night passed entirely, and only after the late sun rose did Glen lower his hand.

“This should suffice.”

Glen nodded with evident satisfaction.

“Now that your form is solid, you should be able to practice alone.”
“Thank you.”
“I thought I’d need to teach you for several days, yet you grasped the fundamentals in a single night….”

He let out a hollow laugh, utterly bewildered.

“Your capacity seems to be growing larger and larger.”

Glen narrowed his eyes, suggesting that I might be able to master other energies besides lightning.

“It’s all thanks to your excellent guidance, Grandfather.”
“Oh, is that so?”

At the word “Grandfather,” Glen’s lips trembled with delight.

“Yes. Both the incantations and the techniques were easy to understand. Thank you, Grandfather.”
“Hup!”

Glen seemed deeply moved that I had understood his intentions, and he paused for a moment.

“Y-yes. Go and rest. You, you’ve worked hard all night.”

He waved his hand while breathing heavily, trying to hide his emotional expression.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

I told him I would return later and left the Family Head’s Training Ground.

‘That’s remarkable swordsmanship.’

I drew a faint smile while conjuring lightning above my fingertips.

‘Power, speed, technique—there’s nothing lacking.’

The advantages of the Heavenly Thunder Technique were its swift speed and overwhelming power, befitting a lightning-based sword art.
But beyond that, the form and flow of the technique were grand yet intricate.
Even a transcendent of the same level would find it difficult to block after seeing it just once.

‘To learn such a technique in a single night—it’s absurd even to me.’

No matter how transcendent one was, mastering a supreme-tier sword art in a single night should be impossible.

Even my original self would have needed at least a week to establish the proper stance, yet I had learned Glen’s Heavenly Thunder Technique in just one night.

As the Ring of Fire ascended to the ninth star, I felt myself becoming a true monster, both mentally and physically.

-No matter how I look at it, this is fraud.

Wrath shook his head as if equally bewildered.

-Where in the world did you get that cursed ring?
‘Who knows. I’m not entirely sure myself….’

I sighed softly as I turned to look at Glen, whose cheeks and ears had flushed crimson in the center of the Training Ground.

‘The closer I grow to others….’

My chest aches with a peculiar sensation.

Glen believes himself to be a natural-born genius, but the secret behind that talent is the Ring of Fire.

Learning the true Ten Thousand Swords technique, acquiring multiple attributes simultaneously without any reduction in learning speed—all of it owes to the Ring of Fire.

To explain this reason honestly, I would eventually have to reveal my past life, and I’m uncertain whether I could bring myself to speak those words.

‘It’s funny how I both should and shouldn’t do it at the same time.’

I want to continue living as Raon Zigheart, yet I also feel the pangs of conscience urging me to reveal the truth to those who trust me.

‘Whatever happens, the first one will probably be….’

I smacked my lips briefly as I watched Wrath humming the Dragon Roasting Song.

‘That bastard.’

I don’t know what Wrath would think, but to me, he is the closest existence.
Before revealing my secret to anyone else, it was only right that I tell him first.

-Why are you staring like that?

Wrath waved his hand as if telling me to go grill some meat instead.

‘Fine, you bastard.’

I snorted and turned my head away.

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Raon bickered with Wrath as they made their way toward the Annex Building.
Since he hadn’t fully recovered from his journey before pulling an all-nighter of training, he desperately wanted to collapse into bed.

As he quickened his pace toward the Annex Building, he caught the sound of someone breathing from behind Pedrick’s Residence.

‘Could it be…?’

Raon suppressed his presence and slipped into the Small Garden behind Pedrick’s Residence.

Concealing himself and lifting his gaze, he spotted Aris Zigheart running through the garden.

“Huff! Huff!”

Her forehead and upper body were already drenched in sweat—evidence that she’d been running for quite some time.

‘Still no aura.’

Despite feeling the emptiness of her depleted core and the hollowness of muscles that had withered away, Aris Zigheart pushed herself to sprint through the garden at full force. Her rigid expression betrayed a desperate resolve.

‘She’s already awake.’

He’d seen her doing push-ups indoors, but he hadn’t expected her to be outside running already.

‘She’s truly remarkable.’

Watching her rise again and run despite having lost decades of accumulated power after being betrayed by the son she’d desperately sought, Raon felt genuine admiration for her.

-That woman’s spirit is indeed unbreakable.

Wrath nodded in agreement, clearly impressed.

‘That’s right. I made the right choice.’
-A choice? What are you talking about?
‘….’

Rather than answer, I rose to my feet as if to say, see for yourself.

“R-Raon?”

Aris Zigheart stopped her morning jog and opened her eyes wide.

“What’s going on this early in the morning?”

Her pupils trembled, as if she still felt apologetic toward me.

“I’ve just returned from receiving sword training from the Head of House.”
“Ah, I heard that Father agreed to teach you swordsmanship after you caught the Dragon….”

Aris Zigheart clapped her hands in delight.
Watching her praise me without the slightest hesitation despite losing her strength, I could sense the depth of her character.

“I also brought back a gift for you from Sepia.”

I smiled faintly and pulled out my spatial pouch.

“You’ll accept it, won’t you?”
“Of course! I could eat mud bread if my nephew gave it to me!”

Aris Zigheart stretched out both arms, ready to receive anything. Her emotions weren’t fully settled yet, but she was clearly trying to overcome them.

“Thank you.”

I nodded and withdrew a Dragon Heart from my spatial pouch, its surface radiating with rainbow-colored brilliance.

“…A Dragon Heart?”

Aris Zigheart lowered the hand she had stretched forward upon seeing the Dragon Heart.

“W-why are you giving this to me…?”
“It’s the Dragon Heart from the one we caught this time. I wanted to give it to you, Aunt.”
“No!”

Aris Zigheart shook her head vigorously, her hand slicing through the air in refusal.

“I’m a fool who lost her strength after being stabbed by her own son! Your master died because of me—why would you give me something so precious?”

She gestured for me to take it back.

“Because you’re my aunt, not someone else.”

I grasped her wrist as she tried to pull her arm away.

“You helped me even when I was useless and couldn’t do anything. After capturing Kaibar, you handed over the Dragon Heart without hesitation. What I’m doing now is something I learned from you, Aunt.”

Aris Zigheart had always helped me without expecting anything in return.

I wasn’t offering this Dragon Heart because I wanted something from her either—I simply hoped that her suffering would ease, even by a little.

“You shine brightest when you’re confident and bold.”

I smiled as I placed the Dragon Heart into her palm.

“You still have your revenge against Derus Robert to pursue, and you made a promise to Martha.”

I lowered my head, asking her to return as the proud Pirate King once more.

“….”

Aris Zigheart stared at the Dragon Heart in her trembling hand, her teeth clenched. Tears began to blur her vision.

“I hope the next time we meet, you’ll be your true confident self again.”
“…Thank you.”

She bowed her head deeply, her voice quivering.

“Not at all.”

Raon waved his hand lightly and turned away.

“Young Master Raon. Thank you.”

As he was about to leave the Garden, Rabawin emerged from behind the doorframe and bowed respectfully.

“No, I should be thanking you for always watching over my aunt.”

Raon returned the gratitude to Rabawin before heading back to the Annex Building.

-So that crazy woman was the one giving the lizard heart.

Wrath nodded, saying he understood perfectly.

‘She’s helped me a lot.’
-Kuhum! There’s a certain demon who’s given you far more than just help, overflowing with it….

He smacked his lips as if asking if I’d forgotten someone.

‘What do you want?’
-Krhmm! It’s awkward for the True Demon King to say it with his own mouth, isn’t it?
‘Nadim bread?’
-You crazy bastard!

Wrath shrieked and swung his fist.

-I won’t eat that even if you give it! A six-character food! You should know if you think about it for a moment!
‘Six characters… Ah!’

Raon looked into the void before snapping his fingers.

‘Whole roasted nadim bread?’
-Why would you roast nadim bread whole, you lunatic!

Wrath furrowed his brow as if exasperated.

‘So what is it?’
-You know exactly what this is about!
‘You said I was oblivious. I really can’t remember anything.’
-You’d be better off dead!
‘I’ve nearly died countless times, but you’ve saved me every single time.’
-Grrrraaaaahhh!

As Raon teased Wrath and chuckled to himself, he sensed someone approaching from behind using a movement technique.

“Master of the Gwangpung Corps!”

Turning around, he saw Chad from the Bi-Yeon Society rushing toward him, waving a white envelope.

“Chad?”
“A, a letter has arrived for you, Master!”

Chad thrust the letter toward him, breathing heavily.

“I should have delivered it yesterday, but I was busy with work, so I’m bringing it now….”
“Ah, it’s fine.”

Raon smiled faintly and accepted the letter from Chad.

“Borgos?”

Raon’s eyes widened as he read the name written on the letter. It was from Borgos, the dwarf craftsman whom Sterin had said would relay a message.

‘The response came faster than expected.’

Sterin had said the reply might take time, but it had arrived not long after Raon reached Zigheart, which was the opposite of what he’d anticipated.

‘Did he view it favorably?’

Since dragon bones, teeth, and scales were materials that even master craftsmen rarely handled, he thought it was certainly possible, and he opened the letter.

“…Huh?”

However, the moment Raon read the single line written in the letter, his crimson eyes trembled.

“Help me?”

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