The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

e contents of the book Judiel gave him and figured out what left the footprint.

“It’s a Kari mountain goat.”

“Huh?”

“Gasp!”

“Wh-what did you just say…?”

Radin and the scouts looked back at Raon with wide eyes.
Their laughing eyes were now filled with confusion.

“I said it’s a Kari mountain goat.
You know, the black mountain goat with big feet and three horns?”

“Uh…”

Since they didn’t expect him to give the correct answer on his first attempt, the scouts couldn’t hide their surprise.

“Th-then, can you tell me when this footprint was made?”

Radin swallowed, pointing at the footprint once again.

“Let me see.”

Raon knelt down, checking the footprint.
Examining how much the snow had been pressed and the snow in the surrounding area, he could roughly tell the time.

“Considering the footprint isn’t too hard, it hasn’t been twelve hours yet.
We can catch it if we head to the west.”

“Uh, um…”

“Huh!”

The scouts' lips parted, and Radin laughed bitterly as he came up to Raon.

“You were a mercenary, right?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know who taught you, but they must’ve been a good teacher.”

He said he wanted to test them a bit more and walked around the mountain.
Despite moving silently in a low posture, they were pretty fast.

“Sh-shouldn’t we be moving a bit more slowly?”

“It’s fine.
The commander personally cleared up all the monsters in this area three days ago.”

Even though he said that most of the monsters were dead, the scouts’ eyes kept moving restlessly.

“There’s one over here.”

Radin stopped in front of an angled tree that was buried under the snow.
He pointed at the almost ripped off part around the center, then turned around.

“What do you think this is?”

“T-troll! It must be a troll!”

Dorian’s brain wasn’t functioning properly.
He kept saying it was a troll with aimless eyes.

“It’s the mark of a bearwolf.”

Raon, on the other hand, responded immediately.

“Huh?”

“Wh-why do you think so?”

“Bearwolves mark their territory by scratching boulders or trees with their thick, strong claws.
However…”

Raon shook his head, looking at the mark on the tree.

“This one must already be dead.”

“H-how do you know that?”

“They refresh their marks periodically.
Considering that it’s an old mark, it must already be dead.”

Radin and the scouts fell silent.
They were just looking at Raon with surprised eyes and trembling chins.

“Didn’t you say you were testing our scouting abilities?”

Raon smiled widely and opened his hand.

“You can ask a proper question now.”

 

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Gulp.

Radin swallowed dry saliva, looking at Raon’s back.

‘Who the hell is this guy?’

Those that joined the Habun Castle’s scouting party had to go through a hazing.

Even though it was hazing, it wasn’t about getting punched or being yelled at.

The scout party’s hazing was just slightly provocative advice, teaching them how dangerous the place was and how worthless the knowledge they learned from books was when it came down to actual battle.

‘It works all the time.’

Not only the soldiers, but also the knights and swordsmen.
Everyone had felt powerless during their first hazing.

‘However…’

Radin patiently bit his lip and looked at Raon as he answered the question about the monster’s mark.

‘He’s different.’

Questions about monsters, the mark’s direction, location, date, and even the time the battle took place.
He never failed to answer the questions.

He felt like he was looking at a scout that had grown up alongside him, rather than a newbie that had just come to Habun Castle.

‘Even the guys that have been here for five years don’t know how old the tracks are…’

Even though he was a mercenary, he was still young.
He couldn’t understand what kind of life he had been living to have that much experience.

‘And he is way too relaxed.’

No matter how much experience he had in battles, they were currently at Habun Castle, which was called the northern hell.

There was no way he wasn’t aware of the rumor that even veterans would run away from that place, yet Raon’s eyes were too composed.

The people with those eyes were one of the two cases.

They were either crazy, or confident.

“Recruit.”

Radin stepped forward with shining eyes.

“What do you think this is?”

He pointed at an almost unnoticeably small mark, which looked like a hole bored by an awl.

‘There’s no way he knows.’

Most people would think it was a wind hole, but it wasn’t.
It was a snow lion’s mark, one that had dagger-like claws under its feet.

The mark was confusing enough for people who had lived in Habun Castle for a long time, so there was no way a newbie would know about it.

“It’s from a snow lion.”

And Raon gave the correct answer, as if he were laughing at his thoughts.

“Huh? A-are you sure about that? It could be just a wind hole.”

“I’m sure.”

He tried putting his finger in the hole, then shook his head.

“If it was a wind hole, the inside would have a circular shape.
A snow lion’s mark has a sharp end.
They might look similar, but they are different.”

“Huh…”

“Judging from the mark, it must’ve been around a day ever since it passed through.
It went towards the north.”

Radin sniffed his nose with a bewildered expression on his face.

It was the correct answer.
A perfect answer at that.

‘Where did this bastard even come from?’

 

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Raon closed his eyes and opened up his aura perception.
He even used the Perception of the Snow Flower to check his surroundings.

After he answered the question about the snow lion, Radin murmured ‘y-you can do whatever you want’ and left him alone to drive Dorian into a corner.

Because of that, Dorian was about to cry as he got dragged around by the scouts.
He looked at Raon pitifully, asking for help, but Raon ignored him.

 

Whir!

 

The Blade of Requiem told him that it would scout and spread thin ghastly energy to the back and the west.
Thanks to that, Raon only needed to focus on the front and to the east.

‘You are really helpful.
Thank you.’

 

Whir!

 

The Blade of Requiem shook its blade, saying it was nothing.

A-ahem!

Wrath, who’d been enjoying the snow field’s cold scent, cleared his throat and turned around.

That’s not how you scout.

‘What?’

Th-that’s not how you use your aura perception, either.

He spoke bluntly, looking at Raon and the Blade of Requiem checking the surrounding presences.

‘That's okay.
I just need to work harder.’

The King of Essence used to live in a place like this, an intersection of a mountain covered in snow and an ice-cold ocean.
There’s a better way to open your aura perception when it’s filled with snow like this.

‘Hmm…’

Raon licked his lips and the Blade of Requiem resonated, telling him it would work even harder.

‘The Blade of Requiem is also telling me it has a way.’

U-ugh.
Th-The King of Essence is on a whole different level from an insignificant creature like that! You will get to experience your senses in an entirely different dimension if you accept the King of Essence’s teachings.

The blue frost crawled up from Wrath.
It seemed he was begging to teach him.

‘This is earlier than I thought.’

It had only been two days since the fish took the bait, yet it was already time to pull the rod.

‘Well, I guess I can try.’

Raon nonchalantly looked back at Wrath.

That’s a great choice! Once you realize my greatness, you won’t be satisfied by that insignificant creature’s ghastly energy anymore!

Wrath smiled and pushed his face onto him.

It was a big, splashing fish.