The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 659

Leaving the sulking Wrath behind, Raon carefully examined the messages that appeared before him.

[You have created the high-level martial art <Light Wind Style>.]

[You have received recognition from <Wrath>.]

[Due to the effects of the title <Young Master of Martial Arts> and recognition from <Wrath>, the high-level martial art has evolved into a supreme martial art.]

[You have acquired Garunua.]

[All attributes have increased by 25 points.]

The flow of the Light Wind Style, which had been inscribed in his mana circuits, experienced a subtle change.

The wind that rose of its own accord wrapped gently around his entire body, almost as if it were alive, before sweeping through the entire training room with a violent force.

Though he wasn’t certain what exactly had changed, he could feel that a significant aspect of the Light Wind Style had ascended to a new dimension.

Following that was the effect of his attribute increase. His muscles and bones felt sturdier, and his senses sharpened, as if his skin had been toughened.

Considering the rewards poured out as soon as he named the Light Wind Style, he thought he might have named it well after all.

Raon narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the part where the Light Wind Style became a supreme martial art.

‘Wrath.’

– Why are you calling me, you heavenly-dwelling brat!

‘Hmm…’

Raon wasn’t sure how Wrath felt, but from his perspective, it sounded like a compliment. He awkwardly smiled and pointed to the messages for Wrath to see.

‘What does it mean for a high-level martial art to become supreme?’

– Hmph. The martial art you created, the Light Wind Style, was already straddling the line between high-level and supreme. That’s why I said it wasn’t half bad. However, your incompetence left the final piece slightly off.

Wrath twisted his round finger slightly, shaking his head.

– Thanks to my great praise, that misplaced piece adjusted itself, straightening into its proper form.

He raised his chin, clearly expecting gratitude.

‘The final piece…’

Raon activated the Light Wind Style. No, as soon as he thought of it, the wind rose on its own, wrapping around his hand.

‘This is…’

He swallowed hard as he looked at the wind rising like a shield to protect the back of his hand.

‘An automatic sensory response?’

When creating the Light Wind Style, the most important thing he considered was its compatibility with the Light Wind Division’s swordsmen.

He wanted to create a supportive martial art that could assist them, even as they learned other martial arts and continued to grow.

It seemed that this purpose had carried through, allowing the technique to resonate with the user’s senses, making it easier to activate.

The current Light Wind Style followed the user’s movements as soon as it was activated, without the need for additional control.

Thanks to the effects of Garunua, it also generated the most suitable wind for each moment.

– A sharp wind blows during an attack, and a sturdy wind during defense. And it all happens automatically. This is a truly ridiculous martial art!

Wrath suddenly frowned as if he were displeased, but it was essentially high praise.

‘Indeed, it’s worthy of being a supreme martial art.’

He thought it would be challenging to create a sensory-based martial art with just the Light Wind Sword, but the system had compensated for its shortcomings. It was no exaggeration to call it a stroke of fortune.

“Thank you.”

Raon smiled at the messages sent by the system.

– Not them! You should thank me, the great Wrath!

As Wrath waved his hand and leapt around, the existing messages disappeared, replaced by new ones.

[The title <Young Master of Martial Arts> has been upgraded to <Master of Martial Arts>.]

[All attributes have increased by 5 points.]

[The trait <Concentration> has leveled up.]

[The trait <Indomitable Will> has leveled up.]

– Enough with the rewards! This brat’s gonna burst from all these gifts!

Wrath screamed in frustration, complaining that Raon was getting all the benefits.

Raon smiled as he focused on the trait <Concentration>.

‘No matter how I think about it, Concentration seems to be the best trait.’

The reason he could frequently enter a state of enlightenment and reach the realm of high-level martial arts was all because of the high level of his <Concentration> trait.

At first, he thought it was nothing special, but now he realized it was as valuable as the Ring of Fire.

‘It has been quite helpful.’

Indeed, even without Wrath, Raon would have grown strong thanks to his past life’s memories and the Ring of Fire.

However, without them, reaching the Grand Master mid-tier level and surviving his missions would have been impossible. Reflecting on this made Raon feel grateful to both Wrath and the system.

“Thank you.”

Raon sincerely patted Wrath’s round back.

– Wh-what are you doing?!

Wrath recoiled, jumping back in shock. He turned his head like a cat and licked his back with his tongue.

– Why are you suddenly doing this?!

“No reason, just wanted to thank you.”

– Take it back! Take it back immediately! What kind of curse are you putting on me?

“It’s not a curse, it’s sincere…”

– Silence! There’s no way a guy like you would genuinely say thank you!

“……”

He was just expressing his gratitude, but with such a reaction, he didn’t know what to say.

“What do you think of me, really?”

Raon chuckled at Wrath, who was growling.

– An angel! A heavenly being! A divine entity!

Um… is that supposed to be a compliment?

* * *

After leaving the training room, Raon immediately gathered all members of the Light Wind Division.

Burren, Martha, and Runaan stood below the platform with the other swordsmen, while Mark Gorton straightened his back on the platform.

Arriving late, Rimmer was lying in his usual spot on the right side of the platform, yawning broadly.

Raon scanned the faces of the swordsmen one by one before stepping onto the platform.

“You all know why I went into the training room.”

The Light Wind Division nodded, signaling their understanding.

“It was to create a martial art for the Light Wind Division. Fortunately, I managed to achieve that goal.”

Raon smiled faintly as he saw the Light Wind Division’s eyes sparkle with anticipation.

“What a crazy commander…”

Martha let out a chuckle, looking incredulous.

“Who creates a martial art in just a week?”

“Seriously, I thought it would take at least a month.”

Although Burren’s words expressed disbelief, his smile was filled with warmth. His eyes glowed more brightly than those of the other swordsmen.

“It seems my decision was not wrong after all.”

“Decision?”

Runaan tilted her head, curious.

“Nothing.”

Burren waved his hand dismissively.

“What’s the name of the new martial art?”

Krein raised his hand eagerly.

“Light Wind Style.”

“Light Wind again? Seriously, you only know Light Wind? The gods don’t give everything, I guess. Your naming sense is really lacking.”

He chuckled, teasing Raon about always using “Light Wind.”

“…Is that so?”

Raon twisted his lips into a smile and nodded.

“You’ve said something useful, Krein.”

“Yes?”

Krein widened his eyes in confusion.

“Just hearing the name ‘Light Wind Style’ doesn’t give you a sense of what kind of martial art it is. It would be better to show it directly.”

With those words, he raised a finger.

“Come forward, Krein.”

“Ugh…”

Krein’s chin trembled as he glanced around, but no one made eye contact with him.

“Just as the elders say, it’s best to keep quiet.”

Dorian pulled out a mask from his belly pouch to cover his mouth.

“Grr…”

Clenching his lips, Krein stepped onto the platform. His steps were weaker than a zombie’s.

“There’s no need to worry too much.”

Raon waved his hand lightly, looking at Krein.

“I won’t use flames or frost.”

“R-Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm…”

Thinking it would be manageable without the flame and frost aura, Krein bit his lip and drew his sword.

“I’ve improved quite a bit too! Don’t regret it later!”

He shouted his battle cry and kicked off the ground.

Swoosh!

A sharp sword aura burst from Krein’s blade, targeting Raon’s shoulder, waist, and thigh simultaneously. His movements were fast and dazzling. It was impressive enough to say he had indeed improved.

Raon watched Krein’s swift sword attack without defending or channeling his aura. He simply raised his left hand.

As soon as the attack seemed threatening, the wind rose from his hand.

With a blue glow, the wind shielded his hand like a barrier, emitting a heavy breath.

Boom!

Krein’s sword strike failed to penetrate the wind rising from Raon’s hand and vanished into thin air.

Raon formed a karate chop with his left hand that had successfully defended. The wind that formed the barrier gathered at the tip of his hand, forming a blunt club-like shape.

Thwack!

Without giving Krein a chance to defend, Raon’s strike landed on his abdomen, sending him flying off the platform.

“Ooof!”

Krein screamed, clutching his stomach in pain.

“It hurts like hell! And what was that wind just now?”

Caught between pain and curiosity, Krein flailed his limbs, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

“I didn’t see you channel any aura, but why did wind and light…?”

“I did use aura.”

Raon shook his head, looking at Krein.

“I had already activated the Light Wind Style before you arrived.”

“N-Nothing could be felt though?”

Burren swallowed hard as he approached the platform. As someone who also used the wind attribute, he seemed even more astonished.

“The Light Wind Style is a bit different from the martial arts we are currently practicing.”

Raon caused the wind to rise on his finger.

“It’s more of a reaction than a martial art.”

“A reaction? Explain in more detail… please!”

Martha pounded her chest, feeling frustrated.

“To put it simply, the Light Wind Style is a supportive martial art. It’s designed to enhance your swordsmanship, making it stronger, faster, and more solid. But there’s no need to be consciously aware of it.”

As soon as Raon finished speaking, the wind blazing on his finger became a giant vortex that soared into the sky.

“Once the Light Wind Style is activated, you don’t need to think about anything else. The wind will naturally assist your movements.”

“Is… is that even possible?”

Mark Gorton exhaled heavily, his eyes trembling. Even for someone who had encountered numerous martial arts, this seemed unbelievable.

“It’s hard to believe, but it’s true. I utilized the heightened senses of the Light Wind Sword. Of course, luck played a part.”

“Hold on a second.”

Rimmer stood up, narrowing his eyes.

“There are many martial arts where the wind assists the practitioner. But no matter how high-level a martial art is, I’ve never heard of it being activated automatically. Could it be that the Light Wind Style is…?”

“Yes. It’s a supreme martial art.”

Raon calmly nodded.

…

Silence fell over the entire fifth training ground at the mention of a supreme martial art.

“A s-supreme martial art?”

“…Our Commander is really insane, huh?”

Burren and Martha gaped, their mouths wide open in disbelief.

“Supreme…”

Even Runaan, usually unflappable, showed surprise as the coolness melted from her eyes.

“Hah!”

“The second martial art he created is a supreme one?”

“How is that even possible?”

The Light Wind Division, having regained their senses, murmured in disbelief.

“As I said, I was lucky. Even if I tried to create it again, I wouldn’t be able to.”

Raon waved his hand, saying it was all due to luck.

‘After all, it wasn’t solely my effort.’

The Light Wind Style he created only reached the pinnacle of high-level martial arts. The reason it became a supreme martial art was thanks to Wrath.

‘Thank you.’

He blinked at Wrath.

– Damn you, lucky brat! Another curse from the heavenly being!

Wrath began chanting a strange incantation, claiming he would overcome the curse of the celestial. Raon, finding it tedious, just let him be.

“Creating a supreme martial art isn’t something that can be done by luck.”

Rimmer let out a chuckle, shaking his head.

“Just when I think this is the end, you show the next level. I don’t know where your limits are anymore.”

He blinked in disbelief, knowing the value of a supreme martial art given his high rank.

“It wasn’t just my effort.”

Raon calmly closed and then opened his eyes.

“The Sword Saint’s martial art and the martial arts books provided by the family head were helpful. And…”

He smiled softly, looking at Rimmer.

“The Deputy Commander played the most significant role.”

“Huh? Me?”

“Thanks to you teaching me Garunua and giving me inspiration, I was able to establish the foundation of the Light Wind Style. Without that, I would never have been able to create it. Thank you.”

With those words, he bowed deeply.

“…I see.”

Rimmer’s lips trembled slightly, but he then laughed it off as if it was nothing.

“Well done.”

He waved his fingers and was about to leave when Raon grabbed his shoulder.

“Where are you going?”

“Huh? It’s all over. I was going to the gambling den…”

Rimmer swallowed hard, seeing Raon’s eyes turn cold.

“There’s still some time left.”

Raon smiled as he looked at the setting sun.

“Let’s train.”

“W-What training?! And this is usually the time for a cool exit!”

Rimmer shouted, asking if Raon hadn’t read any hero tales.

“I don’t know about hero tales. From now on, there are no exceptions for the Light Wind Division.”

Raon’s lips twisted into a sinister grin.

“Everyone stays together until you can activate the Light Wind Style!”

At his words, the faces of the entire Light Wind Division turned pale.

“Ah…”

“A-All staying together?”

“If we have to stay together until we master a supreme martial art, it might not even be possible by next year!”

“We might grow old and die here.”

“R-Right. I forgot he’s such a person. The atmosphere was so good that I forgot…”

“Hey! Elf! Why did you give us a martial art and cause more trouble?!”

“Why did you give us something so great, old man?!”

Faced with the sudden announcement, the Light Wind Division turned not on Raon but on Rimmer, shouting in frustration.

“Ugh…”

Rimmer grimaced, getting pummeled by his disciples.

“How… How was I supposed to know this lunatic would create a supreme martial art?!”

* * *

On top of the Tiger Rock on Buksangman Mountain.

“Hahaha!”

Roenn chuckled heartily as he looked down at the fifth training ground.

“I expected he would create an excellent martial art, but who would have thought it would be a supreme martial art!”

He nodded, truly impressed.

“The fact that it’s supreme isn’t the only thing amazing.”

Cheryl exhaled sharply, blinking rapidly.

“The way it activates is so ingenious. It feels like an enhanced version of a semi-automatic shield used by high-level mages, but how…?”

She clicked her tongue, admitting she didn’t know how such a martial art was developed.

“If they can master it properly, it could make a big difference in both defense and attack.”

Cheryl’s eyes sparkled with anticipation of the Light Wind Division’s growth.

“Hmm…”

Glenn, leaning slightly forward while watching the fifth training ground, trembled slightly.

‘He’s definitely pleased.’

‘Of course. His grandson created a supreme martial art; how could he not be pleased?’

Even without seeing Glenn’s face, Cheryl and Roenn could tell what expression he had, exchanging knowing smiles.

“Lord, why not call Raon soon and commend him?”

“Yes, he certainly deserves it for creating a supreme martial art.”

The two proposed a new plan to bridge the gap between Raon and Glenn.

“Damn it…”

Contrary to their expectations, Glenn was glaring with sharp, angry eyes.

“L-Lord?”

“Hmm…”

Cheryl and Roenn widened their eyes in surprise at Glenn’s unexpected reaction.

“W-What’s wrong?”

“Could there be a problem with the martial art Raon created?!”

If one learned a flawed martial art, it could damage the dantian and mana circuits, so their expressions turned urgent.

“That’s not it.”

Glenn bit his lip, shaking his head.

“It’s a martial art that must be acknowledged. It’s not lacking as a supreme art.”

He admitted that the Light Wind Style was a remarkable martial art.

“Then why…?”

“Because I lost.”

Glenn clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles cracking.

“Lost…?”

“Just a moment ago, didn’t Raon say that the one who helped him the most was that damned elf!”

“Oh…”

“Hmm…”

Cheryl and Roenn’s eyes filled with an awkward light.

“Grr…”

Glenn bit his lip, glaring at Raon.

‘Impressive. He’s such an impressive kid.’

Even for someone like himself, creating a supreme martial art was no easy task.

He couldn’t confidently say he could do it himself, yet Raon had created a supreme martial art in just a week.

It meant he had an extraordinary talent for creating martial arts, different from just wielding them, so it was natural to feel proud.

However, there was something even more infuriating.

‘That the greatest help came from Rimmer!’

He had expected this outcome ever since Raon said he received Garunua from Rimmer.

He wanted to go back and give Raon a better martial art, but such martial arts were rare, and there was no guarantee it would suit him.

Moreover, the lack of a reason to give a reward was the biggest issue.

He felt uneasy for some reason, and it turned out like this. He was so frustrated that his name hadn’t come out of Raon’s mouth in the end that his hands trembled.

“L-Lord, please don’t let it bother you.”

“Yes, your name was mentioned as well.”

Cheryl and Roenn, still baffled, nodded, trying to comfort Glenn.

“The world doesn’t remember the second place. Only the first.”

Glenn gritted his teeth as he glared at Rimmer instead of Raon.

“Next time, I won’t lose!”

“…….”

Cheryl and Roenn’s eyes turned cold.