The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

strikes as they stormed at him.

‘I haven’t been training so hard just to lose like this!’

He brought out every last bit of aura he possessed.
He connected the rotation, starting from his lower body up to his sword, to swing it straight at him.

Kirin Swordplay, Severing Slash.

The rotating attack was aimed at Raon.

“Huff…”

However, Raon didn’t step back.
He dashed towards the Severing Slash with an even more ferocious spirit.

 

Clang! Claang!

 

He repeatedly swung his sword to rip apart the Severing Slash.
It looked like a savage beast biting its prey with its molar.

However, Raon’s sword was still hungry after eating up the Severing Slash.
It dashed towards Burren to chew on bigger food.

“Eek!”

Burren ground his teeth.
He lowered his posture, thrusting his sword with the sharpness of the wind.

 

Rumble!

 

Even though it was the best attack he could use currently, Raon’s sword was even more ferocious as it slashed him.

 

Creak!

 

The extreme spirit of Raon’s sword easily ripped apart Burren’s last attack. 

‘Wh-what is that sword?’

Burren’s jaw dropped.
Raon’s sword looked like a venomous snake that only looked for the weakness in his swordsmanship.
It was fast, tenacious, and powerful, making it impossible to escape.

“Eek!”

Burren hurriedly tried swinging his sword, but Raon’s sword was faster.

The light reflected from the sword shone right in front of his eyes.
His sword had already reached right under his nose.

‘It’s not over yet!’

The Burren from the past would’ve closed his eyes by then, but he was different now.
He forcefully twisted his body to withdraw.
However, Raon’s sword followed him right away, as if it was expecting him to do so—just like a living animal.

 

Clang!

 

Raon’s sword pierced through his technique, intended as a surprise attack, and rushed towards his throat.
It looked like he had no intention of stopping, as the sword’s speed wasn’t decreasing at all.

‘Th-this is crazy! This is a spar!’

As Burren started screaming inside, the blue wind appeared.

 

Clang!

 

Along with a rough metallic sound, Raon was bounced far back.

“Jeez…”

Rimmer was standing in front of Burren, an annoyed expression on his face.

“Haa, thank you.”

Raon raised his staggering body and bowed at Rimmer.

“Y-you bastard! Were you trying to kill me?”

Burren pointed his trembling finger at Raon.

“I told you to be careful because I’m not used to this sword.”

“That’s just a way of greeting!”

“I was serious, though.”

Raon dusted off his clothes and casually responded.

“You crazy bastard…”

Burren looked like he was still out of his mind, as he was using the vulgar speech he usually hated so much.

“Well, is that it?”

Rimmer sheathed his sword and yawned.

“I’m going to go to sleep then…”

“Not yet.”

Raon blocked Rimmer’s way and shook his head.

“Huh? But you don’t have any sparring opponents anymore.
I don’t think Burren’s going to fight you.”

“There are plenty over there.”

He turned around and pointed at the trainees spectating them.

“U-us?”

“Why would we?”

The trainees who were suddenly designated started stepping backward.

“Despite being the top trainee, I haven’t been paying enough attention to you guys.
I shall check your current abilities before leaving.”

“But I…”

“Uh? Uuh?”

“W-wait! My dormitory is on fire…”

“I refuse your refusal.
Krein, let us start with you.”

Raon refused their refusal, dragging Krein into the arena since he was the easiest target.

“W-wait, seriously?”

Krein’s lips were trembling.
He thought Raon was crazy for asking him to fight after showing off that violent swordsmanship just then.

“S-somebody! Sir Burren!”

“Hmm…”

Krein asked for help, but Burren turned his head away, pretending he didn’t hear him.

“Instructor?”

“Well, it’s a bit annoying for me, but your abilities will certainly improve after fighting against a swordsmanship like that.”

Rimmer urged Krein, telling him to do it quickly since he was going to do it anyway.

“Don’t worry.
The instructor will stop me if it gets dangerous.”

Raon smiled and drew his sword.

“I’m coming!”

“Arrrgghhh!”

The trainees' screams resounded endlessly throughout the fifth training ground that day.

 

***

 

“Tsk.”

Raon clicked his tongue, sitting at the training ground.
The wide training ground was completely empty, and he was sitting there alone.

“I can’t even spar anymore.”

He kept sparring with the trainees for the past two weeks, coming to the training ground every day.

He thought it was a great plan with two benefits at once: helping the other trainees improve and practicing the Fangs of Insanity.
Apparently, he was the only person who thought of it that way.

No one would fight him anymore, now that two weeks had passed.

Burren didn’t even come to the training ground anymore after seven spars, and Martha disappeared, shouting “fuucccck!” after ten defeats.

And Runaan was watching him through the crack of the training ground’s door, with half of her face hidden.

“Aren’t you going to spar anymore?”

It seemed she was significantly shocked from the way she was asking.

“I won’t.”

Raon shook his head and Runaan entered the training ground.
She trotted towards him and sat next to him.

“Haa…”

Raon shook his head.

‘I can’t spar with the trainees anymore.’

The fact that they were too scared of him was a problem, but the difference in ability had become so wide that it became pointless.

‘But I did manage to learn something.’

He managed to find out the characteristics of the Fangs of Insanity through the spars against the trainees.

‘A ferocious wolf.’

Fangs of Insanity was a terrifying swordsmanship that specialized in penetrating into the opponent’s disordered flow or defective parts to tenaciously rip them apart.

The trainees were afraid that the instincts of the Fangs of Insanity would find their weaknesses, more than its ferocity.

Even though Burren and Martha challenged him again when they were about to forget about it, they ran away afterwards.

‘But…’

Raon glanced at Runaan sitting next to him.
She never asked him for a rematch after the first spar against him, unlike Burren or Martha.

It looked like she disliked the idea itself of fighting against him.

“Runaan.”

“Mhm?”

“Spa…”

Runaan drifted away before he even finished saying spar.
It was really mysterious how she was using footwork with her ass touching the chair.

“I won’t do it.
I won’t.”

Runaan came right back next to him when he said he wouldn't do it.

‘I guess it’s because of Syria.’

Syria Sullion.
It must’ve been because of that crazy bastard that Runaan didn’t want to fight against people close to her, even if it was just a spar.

The King of Essence can fight you all night long.
But you will obviously be squashed to death by the King of Essence’s pinky finger.

‘You can fight me?’

Yes, give me your body.
The King of Essence will create the spiritual world and…

‘Rejected.’

Y-you bastard! The King of Essence was serious…

Raon flapped his hand like a fan to send Wrath flying away.
He kept swearing while drifting away to the wind, but Raon ignored him since he would return soon anyway.

“Haa…”

Raon sighed.

‘Anyway, how shall I train from now on?’

As he was pondering how he could increase the proficiency of the Fangs of Insanity, the training ground’s door burst open.

“Hey, I can hear you sighing from my room!”

It was Rimmer.
He walked up while scratching his head, then stood in front of Raon.

“I’m guessing you don’t have any sparring opponents, right?”

“Yes, they’ve all run away.”

“I see, then…”

He grinned and pointed at himself.

“Fight me.”