The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 607

Raon followed Glenn to a clearing near the entrance of Bukmangsan.

Standing in the center of the clearing, Glenn silently gazed up at Bukmangsan, his shoulders gently swaying in the moonlight as if lost in thought.

“Lord.”

Raon called out first, approaching Glenn.

“What did you mean when you said there was something you hadn’t given me?”

Glenn had already provided him with golden plaques, artifacts, and elixirs. Raon couldn’t fathom what more he could possibly need.

“Ahem!”

Clearing his throat, Glenn turned around, his crimson eyes as cold as the night wind.

“You didn’t just stop at rescuing the elves; you also obtained the ledger to save those who had already been auctioned. This will greatly help maintain good relations with Sephia in the future. Your deeds are too numerous to be rewarded merely with artifacts and elixirs.”

“Hmm…”

Though Raon thought saving the elves and obtaining the ledger were part of the same endeavor, he saw no reason to refuse additional rewards.

“Damn it!”

Wrath burst out, shaking his chubby belly.

[Why is he pampering you so much? That old man may look stern, but he’s soft as cotton inside!]

Wrath grumbled, squinting in discontent.

‘Stay quiet if you enjoyed the food.’

[Don’t want to…]

‘You don’t want ice cream, then?’

[Gulp!]

Raon pushed Wrath’s belly aside and looked at Glenn.

“How far have you mastered the Sky Sword?”

“I have learned up to the fourth form, though it’s not perfect.”

Facing Axe King and Shiran, Raon had managed to perform the fourth form of the Sky Sword, though he hadn’t yet mastered it fully.

“Just as I thought.”

Glenn nodded lightly, as if he had expected this.

“Come to this place at this time from tomorrow.”

“Pardon?”

“I’ll help with your training for the next two weeks.”

He offered to teach Raon for two weeks as a reward for his achievements.

Raon’s eyes widened upon hearing this.

‘This is a reward greater than any elixir.’

The insight of a Grand Master was far superior to that of a Master. Having reached Grand Master, Raon could absorb Glenn’s teachings in much greater detail. It was an invaluable opportunity.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed deeply to Glenn, conveying his genuine gratitude.

“Ahem!”

Glenn coughed and shook his head.

“No need to thank me. This is just a reward for what you’ve done.”

“Even so, your teachings are worth more than my accomplishments. Thank you.”

“That’s enough.”

Glenn waved his hand, indicating no further words were needed.

“Time is precious, so let’s begin quickly.”

“Understood.”

Raon raised his head and moved to the center of the clearing.

“Your stance is prepared. You always carry your sword when I call.”

“It’s natural as a swordsman.”

Saying that as a swordsman gave Raon a sense of inner resonance.

‘A swordsman…’

Now, without thinking, he could naturally refer to himself as a swordsman. The darkness of his past life as an assassin seemed to fade further away.

“Show me all the swordsmanship you have mastered.”

“Yes.”

Responding calmly, Raon drew the Heavenly Drive. He raised the sword above his head and brought it down vertically. The wind on the blade cut through the cool night air, drawing a line thinner than a hair on the ground.

Following basic swordsmanship, he displayed techniques from Gwangah Sword, Seolpung Sword Art, and Manhwa Gong’s swordsmanship, as well as his own creations, before gripping the Heavenly Drive with both hands.

‘Now for the final Sky Sword.’

He infused the grand aura of his lower danjeon with the firmness of his middle danjeon and extended it toward the sky. The four forms of the Sky Sword slashed through the dark night sky, drawing red and blue flashes like comets rising in reverse.

“Hmm.”

Glenn nodded, his expression unchanged from his initial sternness.

“You have made some progress. I can feel the determination you spoke of, to never be broken.”

Though he had advanced from Master to Grand Master, Glenn’s comment about only slight progress seemed unbelievable. But Raon had to accept it since it came from Glenn.

“Thank you.”

“However.”

Glenn’s eyes grew colder.

“I can see the limits in the sky you envision.”

“Limits…”

“Your goal is visible to me. Do not set your aim on martial artists or martial arts. Draw the sky you desire.”

He stepped closer as he spoke.

“What sky do you envision when you draw the Sky Sword?”

“That…”

Raon hesitated, licking his lips.

“Speak without hesitation.”

“It’s you, Lord.”

“Hmm?”

Glenn’s eyes widened, surprised by Raon’s answer.

“I envisioned the sky you showed when you wielded the Sky Sword against the Blood Sect Master and the Fallen Angel when I was kidnapped.”

Raon confessed that he thought of Glenn’s swordsmanship as his sky. Saying it directly to Glenn was a bit embarrassing.

“Ahem!”

Glenn quickly turned his back, his earlobes turning as red as a ripe persimmon.

“Then there’s no choice.”

“Pardon?”

“Do not change your goal and continue a bit further.”

“But you just told me to change it…”

“Ahem! It’s too early for you to discuss infinity! Just wield your sword quickly!”

“…Understood.”

Raon, puzzled, raised his Heavenly Drive.

‘The Lord is quite capricious.’

[It’s because he’s in his menopausal stage.]

Wrath nodded, as if understanding.

—

On a rock midway up Bukmangsan.

With both eyes bruised blue, looking like a panda, Rimmer clicked his tongue.

“He’s smiling so widely his face might split.”

Glenn’s grin was so wide it seemed to reach his ears.

“I can understand why, though.”

Hearing that his cherished grandson considered him the sky would indeed make anyone that happy.

“But…”

Rimmer frowned at Glenn’s ever-widening smile.

“Why is he teaching directly? He should have sent him to the Hall of Self.”

The Hall of Self was a legacy left by the first Lord, a special space where a warrior could converse with their soul. If Raon entered, he would undoubtedly gain new insights. Why was Glenn teaching him directly?

“Hahaha.”

Roenn, standing on the rock, chuckled softly.

“He must want to teach him personally.”

He laughed, watching Glenn give advice to Raon with his back turned.

“He wants to spend time with Young Master Raon.”

“Then he should show it more obviously!”

Rimmer waved his fist vigorously. Glenn was laughing with his back turned. If he showed that smile to Raon, everything would be solved, but why was he acting alone?

“Moreover, you can only stay in the Hall of Self for a month. He probably plans to open it when winter comes.”

“Using the time to its maximum advantage.”

Rimmer nodded, looking at Raon, who was sweating but not dropping his sword.

‘That’s certainly better.’

The stronger one was when entering the Hall of Self, the more they could gain. Sending Raon after further growth was a wise choice.

“But…”

Roenn smiled faintly, looking at Rimmer.

“You’ve also made a decision, it seems.”

“As expected of you.”

Rimmer nodded, grasping his empty right shoulder.

“I wanted to open a gambling den and laze around, but watching Raon keeps my heart from cooling.”

He laughed, patting the sword at his waist.

“This broken life, I’ll dedicate it to Raon and the children.”

Rimmer stared at the moon above Raon, his lips tightly closed.

“I hope it will be the same for me.”

Roenn laughed softly, standing beside Rimmer.

The two silently watched Raon and Glenn’s training for a long time.

—

Raon left his room before dawn.

[Hyaaaah!]

Wrath yawned widely, rolling his eyes.

[You madman! Training all night and going out at dawn again, what kind of lunatic does that!]

Wrath tapped Raon’s shoulder, begging for rest.

‘Time is short.’

Even a year of training might not be enough for a Grand Master to advance. He had to wield his sword with all his might while he had the chance.

[You’ll die training instead of fighting!]

‘That sounds happy to me.’

[Ugh! Infuriating! Just look at that… huh?]

Wrath, in the middle of an outburst, sniffed the air.

[Look over there!]

He pointed, trembling, at a tray on the table by the entrance.

[I smell something delicious! Open the tray lid!]

‘Hmm…’

Raon lifted the silver lid to reveal a toast with ham, eggs, and cheese.

[Ah, home is the best! Mom!]

Wrath shouted, looking at the still-steaming toast.

‘This isn’t from Mom.’

[Then who?]

‘Judiel.’

Sylvia’s toast had eggs and vegetables, while Judiel’s had eggs, ham, and cheese. This was Judiel’s work.

‘She knows me well now.’

Judging by the prepared toast, she had anticipated he would go straight to training.

[She’s perceptive. I like her!]

Wrath nodded in approval.

‘Really?’

Raon chuckled, biting into the toast.

[Well-grilled on the inside! Yes! Bread should be like this! Nadine bread isn’t real bread!]

Wrath sniffled, moved by the toast’s flavor.

‘Indeed, it’s good.’

It was simple, but it showed care.

Raon muttered a thanks towards Judiel’s quarters and left the annex.

When he arrived at the fifth training ground, someone was already there.

“You lost.”

Martha frowned, arms crossed.

“In the past, you would have been here an hour early, swinging your sword already.”

She snorted, asking if he had become lazy.

“True, you used to scold us for being late.”

Burren smiled lightly, nodding.

“Kuuu…”

Runaan sat slumped, nodding off. It seemed she was half-asleep.

“You got in trouble again.”

Martha looked Raon up and down, narrowing her eyes.

“How did you end up saving the elves’ nation?”

“That’s not all. I heard they called you the Spirit King’s elder brother.”

Burren exhaled incredulously.

“Kuu…”

Runaan continued to doze.

“I was just lucky in many ways.”

Raon shrugged at the trio.

“Luck? Don’t give me that crap!”

Martha shook her head.

“I’m serious. I couldn’t have done it alone.”

Without Siyan’s help, he would have died to Flame Demon, so it wasn’t a lie.

“Those masked bastards again.”

Martha clenched her fists, thinking of Eden.

“Did you get stronger again?”

Burren scanned Raon, tilting his head.

“Your aura seems different…”

“I ate the World Tree’s fruit.”

“The World Tree’s fruit?”

“You’re insane. You’ve consumed every precious elixir on the continent, haven’t you?”

Martha blinked in disbelief.

“I always wondered, does it taste good?”

Burren licked his lips, curious about the fruit’s taste.

“Honestly.”

Raon recalled the flavor of the World Tree’s fruit, closing his eyes.

“It tastes like Nadine bread.”

“That’s nonsense!”

Martha shook her head.

“That can’t be true!”

“I can’t believe it either. The World Tree’s fruit can’t taste like Nadine bread.”

Burren frowned, refusing to accept it.

“Kuuu…”

Even Runaan, half-asleep, shook her head in disagreement.

“It’s true, but…”

Seeing their expressions, Raon gave up trying to explain.

‘It’s natural they can’t accept it.’

Wrath nodded calmly.

[Even I can’t believe the World Tree is a rubber tree! It’s unfair!]

Wrath’s eyes rolled wildly as he shouted about burning the World Tree.

Raon kicked Wrath away and looked at Burren, Martha, and Runaan.

“So why are you all here at this hour?”

“Why else? We’ve been training at this time every day.”

Martha shrugged as if it were obvious.

“Since you left, we’ve been training at this hour daily.”

Burren laughed, saying it had become a routine.

“Kuuu…”

Runaan snored softly in agreement.

“Hmm…”

Raon scanned Burren, Martha, and Runaan with narrowed eyes.

‘They’ve certainly grown.’

Though not as dramatically as he had with the World Tree’s fruit, they had improved significantly since he left for Sephia.

“In the evenings, Master Denier helped with our training. We learned a lot from him.”

“Master Denier?”

“Yeah. My father came by every day, and my aunt also helped.”

Martha smiled brightly, expressing her gratitude for Aris’s guidance.

“It was practically a great opportunity.”

“Hmm…”

Raon thought of Denier, stroking his chin.

‘Denier…’

Unlike Aris, Karoon, or Balder, Denier was difficult to read.

‘He smells like Derus, but might not be.’

He hadn’t shown any suspicious behavior or picked a fight so far. There wasn’t enough information to judge him yet.

‘I should investigate, just in case.’

He planned to ask Denning Rose to gather information on Denier soon.

‘But before that…’

There was something else to do.

Raon smiled warmly, stepping in front of Burren, Martha, and Runaan.

Pop.

Runaan, who had been blowing a small balloon with her nose, woke up and blinked.

“Raon.”

She seemed genuinely happy to see him, despite having been asleep moments ago.

“Let’s eat ice cream.”

The first thing she said upon seeing him was about ice cream. She hadn’t changed.

“Sure.”

Raon nodded calmly.

“Oh!”

[Oh]

Unsurprisingly, the responses came from both Runaan and Wrath.

“Not now, though. First, we need to check.”

“Check?”

“What?”

Burren and Runaan both tilted their heads in confusion.

“What do you mean check? We need to see your skills, of course.”

Martha stepped back, her hand on her sword hilt.

“Look at his eyes. He’s out to kill us! Get ready quickly!”

She trembled, lips twitching, ready for a fight.

“Raon, we’ve been training hard.”

Runaan approached, her violet eyes wide open, suggesting they didn’t need to spar.

“We’ve been doing morning and evening training…”

“We’ve already told him.”

Burren sighed, shaking his head.

“He’s testing us to confirm it!”

He understood Raon’s intention, drawing his sword.

“Ugh…”

Runaan reluctantly picked up Seolhwa, but the cold emanating from her sword felt like it could freeze anything it touched.

Raon smiled lightly at the fierce, sharp, and cold auras emanating from Martha, Burren, and Runaan. It felt like he was truly home.

“Let’s see how strong you’ve become.”

He stepped forward, nodding.

“If any of you land a single blow on me, I’ll give you a break.”

Burren and Runaan blinked in surprise.

“What if we don’t?”

“Then we keep fighting.”

Raon licked his lips, looking at their determined eyes.

“Just say we’ll train all day!”

Burren shouted in disbelief.

“One hit is all it takes for a break. It’s not that hard.”

Raon shrugged, making it sound easy.

“Not only did you become a Grand Master, but you’ve also become more mischievous.”

Burren sighed.

“He’s back. The king of training.”

Martha bit her lip, raising her sword.

“Alright. We’ll show we haven’t been slacking off. Die!”

She lunged forward, thrusting her sword, while Burren and Runaan attacked from the left and right.

“Let’s play.”

Raon smiled, watching the brilliant swordplay of the three captains.

“All day long.”

[Ugh]

Wrath shook his head.

[He’s a real freak, isn’t he]

—

The black sky shone with blue light. A grand sight unfolded, as if a massive hole had been pierced in the sky.

Glenn nodded, watching the spectacle.

“This is the fifth time. It’s good for two weeks.”

“It’s thanks to you, Lord.”

Raon bowed to Glenn.

“You know it’s far from perfect. You’ve only shaped the framework. Whip yourself to complete it.”

“I will.”

“Let’s call it a day.”

Glenn nodded, having finished his task, and turned away.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed to Glenn’s back. When he looked up, Glenn had already vanished.

‘He’s like the wind.’

Glenn appeared at precisely the set time, watched Raon’s training for two hours, then disappeared without a trace. Sometimes, it felt ghostly.

‘It was a rewarding time.’

Training with the Light Wind Division from dawn until evening, and then with Glenn at night, he felt his skills growing rapidly. It was a valuable two weeks.

‘It’s a bit sad it’s over.’

Though burdensome while receiving Glenn’s teachings, now that it was over, he felt a small sense of loss.

‘Maybe if I achieve more, he’ll train me again.’

As he thought about this absurd idea, he headed back to the annex, hearing a small sound from the entrance. Opening the door, he saw Sylvia placing toast on the table.

“Mother?”

Sylvia, pleased at his timing, offered him the toast.

“If you’ve been training until now, you should eat well!”

[As expected, only Mom is the best]

Wrath rushed towards Sylvia with open arms.

‘Move.’

Raon kicked Wrath aside, shaking his head.

“I’m eating well. You don’t need to overexert yourself.”

“Why is it a burden for a mother to take care of her son?”

Sylvia shook her head, insisting it was fine.

“Thank you.”

Raon smiled faintly, accepting the toast. It was a healthy toast with eggs and vegetables.

“By the way, I haven’t seen Judiel around lately.”

He asked, taking a bite. Since giving him toast on the first day, Judiel hadn’t been seen. Though he left at dawn and returned late, it was still unusual.

“Judiel took a vacation.”

“A vacation?”

“Yes. She asked me not to tell you, worried you might be concerned. She’ll be back next week.”

Sylvia explained that Judiel was away from the annex.

“I see.”

Raon nodded calmly, as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Don’t overdo it, and take care of your health.”

Sylvia told him to finish the toast and went back to her room.

Raon put down the toast and headed not to his room but to Judiel’s quarters.

“Hmm? Where are you going, leaving the food? She took a vacation, didn’t she?”

‘Judiel is like my servant. If she didn’t inform me about her vacation, it must be something serious.’

Raon forcibly twisted the locked doorknob and entered.

The room was extremely sparse. It was almost empty, as if it had always been that way.

It didn’t seem like she had packed up and left; rather, it looked like it had always been this way.

As he surveyed the empty room, he noticed a brown paper sticking out of an old desk drawer.

Raon’s eyes narrowed sharply as he unfolded the paper.

“This is…”