The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 900

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Chapter 900

Screech!

I walked toward the center of the Training Ground along the path opened by the Zigheart Military Force, accompanied by the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen.
We had completely erased the playful glint that usually lingered in our eyes, and now we stood before the platform, radiating a sharp aura as if we had become a single blade.

Roooar!

The spectators who had been offering applause and cheers lowered their hands and held their breath at the solemn and weighty presence emanating from the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen.
Even the swordsmen who had been in salute positions swallowed hard, startled by that overwhelming force.

The grave aura flowing from the Gwangpung Corps, standing in formation before the platform with their hands on their sword hilts, resembled the heroic bearing of a savior rescuing a battlefield in crisis.
It possessed the power to silence the noisy and chaotic Training Ground in an instant.

“….”

I stood at the head of the Gwangpung Corps and nodded to Chad. It was a signal that we could proceed to the next order.

“Mm….”

Chad let out a low groan as if his breath had been taken away merely by meeting my gaze, and he nodded.

“Everyone, return to your positions.”

At his command, the swordsmen in salute positions returned to their original places, and the spectators exhaled softly while remaining seated.
Having merely faced the Gwangpung Corps’ presence for a moment, cold sweat was already dripping from everyone’s foreheads.

“Phew….”

Chad exhaled a heavy breath and stepped forward.

“The Gwangpung Corps achieved the greatest merit in leading the war against the North-South Alliance to victory, repelled the Dragons attacking Sepia to strengthen our alliance with the Elves, and rescued the Grey Hammer Guild from the Demon Race, creating an opportunity for all Zigheart swordsmen to obtain weapons forged from Dragon bone.”

He recited the achievements the Gwangpung Corps had accomplished thus far, his tone laden with gravity.

“Furthermore, in the final mission, the Gwangpung Corps Master cut down Sageomma, who threatened the Cheoljeon Unit, causing the name of Zigheart to shine in a place even higher than the Five Emperors Five Demons. Having accomplished numerous achievements and earned great renown, with the consent of the Head of House and all executives, I hereby promote the Gwangpung Corps to the Gwangpung Hall.”

Chad passed the slightly crumpled documents backward with trembling hands.

“First, the Head of House will offer some words of encouragement.”

He sent a meaningful glance toward Glen Zigheart, who sat upon the Jade Throne, then stepped back.

“Ahem.”

Glen Zigheart cleared his throat lightly and rose from the Jade Throne. His eyes, which gleamed with a crimson radiance, gazed down quietly upon Raon and the Gwangpung Corps.

“Mm….”
“Ugh.”

The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps and those standing in the Training Ground let out low groans as if suffocating merely from receiving the weight of Glen Zigheart’s gaze.

“The Gwangpung Corps began humbly. The unit commander was a washed-up swordsman still bearing the aftereffects of his injuries, and the members who had barely crossed thirty were mere novices just beginning their journey with the blade. No one held expectations.”

Glen Zigheart drew a faint smile, as if recalling the early days of the Gwangpung Unit.

“Yet, as the Flying Swallow Unit Master said, the Gwangpung Corps has accumulated countless achievements since its inception as the Gwangpung Unit, spreading the name of Zigheart—which had been submerged—across the entire Continent. According to recent investigations by the Black Market, the Gwangpung Corps Master was ranked first among the swordsmen most respected by warriors across the Continent, first among those most wished to be like, and first among the most handsome individuals….”

Despite the tyrannical aura he radiated, he slowly began to curl the corners of his mouth upward as he spoke of how Raon had claimed the top position in every popularity ranking.

“That is not all. The Gwangpung Corps Master also rose to first place in highest development potential, and naturally to first place among those who will one day upset the balance of the Five Emperors Five Demons….”

He continued listing only the categories in which Raon ranked first, as if uncertain where or how such investigations had been conducted.

“H-Head of House?”

Chad called out to Glen Zigheart in the smallest of voices, his dry lips trembling.

“You should be offering words of encouragement now….”
“Ah….”

Glen Zigheart cleared his throat as if only now noticing the blank stares of those around him, and lowered the corners of his mouth that had begun to curl upward.

“Do you understand what I mean?”

He turned his now-parched eyes back toward the Gwangpung Corps.

“It means a palace or grand hall.”

Burren answered without hesitation, his response immediate and assured.

“Correct. A palace or grand hall—that is the literal meaning. However, there is another significance hidden within.”

Glen’s eyes gleamed as a thin smile crossed his face, studying Burren intently.

“It is not merely the structure of a palace or hall, but everything contained within it.”
“Everything…?”
“The residence, clothing, provisions, weapons, and the people themselves.”

He folded his fingers together and nodded slowly.

“Let me ask again. What do you believe a Division Master’s position truly is?”

Glen shook his head briefly, his gaze shifting toward me.

“A small family… a minor clan, perhaps?”

I narrowed my eyes, observing Glen and the spectators seated behind him.

“Precisely. The Division holds an independent position within the Zigheart Military Force. It operates beyond the control of the Patriarch’s Hall, making decisions based on its own judgment in many matters. It is no different from managing a small family, as you say.”

Glen slowly turned his gaze toward Karun, Denier, and Valdemar, who sat in the spectator stands.

“Therefore, another title for a Division Master is ‘heir candidate.’ By managing this small family—the Division—you gain the opportunity to one day seize control of this vast Zigheart.”

He nodded, affirming that becoming a Division Master was equivalent to becoming a candidate for the succession of Zigheart itself.

“If you harbor ambitions for the Head of House position, you must build achievements that do not pale in comparison to theirs from this moment forward.”

Glen’s smile deepened subtly as he spoke of the arduous trials that lay ahead.

“The Gwangpung Corps faces the same reality. If you are the head of this household, they are your retainers. Should they cause trouble, it brings shame upon your name, so you must be even more cautious with your words and conduct from now on.”

He lowered his hand briefly, his attention turning to the Gwangpung Corps standing behind me.

“Yes!”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen answered with such force that the Training Ground trembled, their hands placed over their hearts as if swearing they would never disappoint.

“That is all.”

Glen Zigheart stepped back as if he had said everything he needed to say.

“Now then, I shall present the insignias of the Gale Wind Hall. Starting with the Gwangpung Corps Master, please come up to the platform one by one.”

Chad quickly proceeded to the next order so as not to diminish Glen Zigheart’s dignity.

“Yes.”

I nodded to Chad and ascended the platform, standing before Glen Zigheart.

“You said you became interested in becoming Head of House to protect the people you cherish. I look forward to seeing more from you going forward.”

Glen Zigheart handed me a golden insignia with eyes as cold as if he had never smiled.
It resembled the gold badges I had received before, but at its center was engraved not a burning sword, but a sword wreathed in green wind.
It was the form that I and the entire Gwangpung Corps had desired to honor Rimer’s memory.

“Thank you.”

I wiped the Soul Reaper Sword once and received the Gale Wind Hall insignia. Though small, it felt heavier than receiving a lump of metal, perhaps because of what Glen Zigheart had said.

“I trust you.”

Glen Zigheart spoke those words of trust so that only I could hear them.

“I will not disappoint you.”
“I don’t think that will happen.”

He spoke words that could be interpreted in many ways and patted my shoulder.

“…Thank you.”

I bowed to Glen Zigheart and withdrew to the end of the platform.
As I looked at the Gale Wind Hall insignia resting in my palm, the image of Rimer came to mind.

[Are you not interested in becoming Head of House?]
[I think you’d do better than anyone if you became Head of House.]
[Just think about it. Without pressure. Yes! Without pressure! Don’t burden yourself, just think about it. No, I’m not trying to pressure you….]

Rimer brought up the question of whether I had any interest in becoming Head of House about once a week.
Perhaps the reason I had developed even a slight interest in the position was because of his words.

‘He would have been happy to see this.’

Rimer was someone who loved my advancement and growth more than anyone else, so he would have been overjoyed today—more than family could be.

-That he would have been.

Wrath clicked his tongue and nodded.

-That big-eared bastard was treating you all like younger siblings.

He said the relationship seemed more like family than master and disciple, exhaling a short sigh.

‘Yes.’

It was as I was drawing a bitter smile.

Uuuuuuung!

The Soul Reaper Sword rang out with a clear, resonant tone as if it understood my heart, stirring up a green wind.
It felt as though Rimer, already departed, was standing beside me and celebrating the promotion of Gale Wind Hall together.

“Squad Leader of the First Unit, Martha Zigheart. Step forward.”

At Chad’s words, Martha climbed onto the platform.

“Your courage and charging spirit have always been of great help to the Gwangpung Corps. I look forward to your continued service.”

Glen offered Martha words of advice and handed her the emblem of Gale Wind Hall.

“Yes! Don’t worry!”

Martha accepted the emblem inscribed with wind, greeting him with her usual spirited demeanor.

“Burren. Your greatest weapon is not merely your refined and sharp swordsmanship, but that composed nature of yours. Continue to cultivate it as you are doing now.”

Glen nodded and reminded Burren of his strengths once more.

“I shall never forget.”

Burren clutched the Gale Wind Hall badge to his chest with trembling hands, deeply moved by Glen’s counsel.

“Lunan. It is thanks to you always supporting us from behind that the entire Gwangpung Corps could move forward. Thank you for taking on such difficult tasks.”

Glen smiled warmly, pleased by Lunan’s heart that prioritized others before himself.

“Yes.”

Lunan, fortunately not speaking casually, gave a very brief response and took the Gale Wind Hall badge in hand.

“Ah….”

Glen was taken aback, but seeing Lunan’s blank expression, he faltered and simply let it pass.

“Dorian. Though your constant fearfulness is not a good attitude for a swordsman, you have given courage to everyone in your own way. I look forward to your future growth.”
“Gasp, pant….”

Dorian grasped the Gale Wind Hall badge while gasping as if his heart had stopped.
Seeing his pallid complexion, it seemed he would have collapsed if he had been any more tense.

‘He truly sees everything.’

Glen had observed the entire Gwangpung Corps and offered praise and guidance for future growth to all the swordsmen. Merely hearing his words made my heart pound fiercely as if it would burst.

Clap.

Glen gently clapped his hands after distributing the Gale Wind Hall badges to all the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen.

“A salute to the Gwangpung Corps—marking both an end and a new beginning.”

Before his words even finished, the swordsmen in the Training Ground and those in the Spectator Stands rose to their feet and drew their blades.

Shiiiiing!

Hundreds—no, over a thousand swords connected as if by a single thread, spinning in reverse and casting forth a silvery radiance.

“Honor to the Gale Wind Hall!”

The second sword salute. A greeting unique to the Zigheart swordsmen, infused with reverence far deeper than the first, poured forth toward the Gwangpung Corps.
Before the majestic and solemn salute, the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen clenched their fists, holding back tears that threatened to spill from overwhelming emotion.

“As the Master of the Gale Wind Hall, would you share your thoughts as our representative?”

Chad announced this was the final order and called Raon forward once more.

“Hmm….”

I stood at the edge of the platform like Glen had, gazing out at the Zigheart swordsmen and spectators. After a slow exhale, I spoke the words I had prepared.

“At first, I held no great affection for Zigheart. If anything, it was malice—an impression the family left upon me. There was little good in my childhood.”

At those words, the direct line members and executives who had tormented me since childhood bit their lips and lowered their heads.

“But there was someone who taught me how precious a family truly is, and how important people can be.”

With my hands clasped together, I met the gaze of Sylvia, who watched me intently.

“Through that person, I came to understand the importance of bonds. From mere comrades, we became brothers-in-arms, and a family that was colder than strangers began to slowly connect. The hands I extended for someone’s sake became hands that later helped me, and I felt the truly wondrous nature of human relationships.”

I turned my gaze from Sylvia, whose tears fell freely, toward the Zigheart swordsmen.

“Because of this, I came to understand what serves the family and what does not. And I have formed a small dream to achieve within this family. For that dream, I will do my very best moving forward.”

I drew the Heavenly Sword while meeting the swordsmen’s eyes. I reversed the silver blade and returned to them the exact reverence they had shown me.

‘Hmm?’

As I smiled faintly, watching the swordsmen moved by my salute, a small tremor came from behind.

“Heheheh….”

When I turned around, Glen was openly laughing with his face buried against my back.
If I kept watching, my own composure would crumble, so I quickly looked away.

‘Mother and Father are delighted as well.’

Sylvia and Edgar were openly drowning in tears, while Sia waved her hands vigorously, clearly pleased to be the center of attention.

“Raon!”

Aris, as if her mental age had regressed to match Sia’s, gripped the railing and waved her hands frantically.

“Hmm….”
“Broooother!”

Karun lowered his eyebrows as if to say he was doing fine, opening only one eye, while Valdemar swung his massive arms as if to draw my attention to himself.

‘These people have changed quite a bit too…huh?’

I was about to nod slightly and end the sword ceremony when I noticed something.

‘That person….’

Denier was smiling.

Not the gentle smile he always wore, but a twisted grin as if he had accomplished some terrible deed he had long desired. It was a smile so viscous and grotesque that it sent chills down my spine.

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