The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

ere already aware of the mission’s objective, the swordsmen, soldiers, and mercenaries answered loud and clear.

“We will depart in twenty minutes.
Everyone should check their preparations one last time and brace yourselves!”

After saying that, he went off somewhere.

“Just like the vice-commander said, check to see if you forgot anything.”

“Yes!”

“Hey.”

As Radin was about to check one last time, the Snow Strikers swordsmen came up to them.

“Carry this for me.”

“Make sure to keep it clean.
I’m sure you know what will happen otherwise.”

“Handle it carefully.”

“I’ll punish you if anything disappears.”

“Treat it as your lover, although I’m sure you don’t have one.”

They threw heavy things like tents and food, before giggling as they left.

“What’s going on?”

“Guess.
They are asking us to carry their baggage.”

“Why would the scouts carry their baggage?”

Raon tilted his head, unable to understand it.

“Since a fight could break out at any time, they apparently need to save their strength.
They’ve been like this every single time since they were assigned here.”

Radin sighed.
The scouts started picking up the baggage of the swordsmen as if they were used to it.

“It can’t be helped, since we don’t have the position nor the power to do anything.
We just have to do what they ask.”

“Hmm…”

Raon looked at the Snow Striker’s swordsmen.
They weren’t paying attention to them anymore, as if they did something obvious.

The mustached middle-aged man that was supposed to be their leader wasn’t saying anything either, despite having witnessed what just happened.

‘What the fuck?’

If they needed to be ready to fight, the scouts needed to be ready to scout.
The ridiculousness of offloading the baggage to the companions that had an even more difficult job was something he couldn’t understand.

Humans can’t live without abusing their powers.

Wrath smiled coldly, saying that humans are always like that.

“Wow, this is so shitty! Leave them on the ground!”

It was a rare sight to behold, as Dorian stepped up with a frown.
In the middle of the dumbfounded scouts, he put all the belongings of the swordsmen in his belly pocket.

“Seniors! I’ll carry them all! Don’t worry about it, just believe in me!”

“Wow!”

“Seriously?”

“Isn’t that heavy?”

“It’s not heavy at all!”

Dorian flexed his arm muscles and steamed came out of his nose.

“R-Recruit! I apologize for calling you a weirdo!”

“Wow! Eat this, it’s for you!”

“Yes!”

The scouts gave a round of applause to Dorian, who took all the baggage, and gave him their snacks.
Raon already had the thought, but with the nice personality he had, Dorian was the type of person that’d be loved by his seniors and companions.

After twenty minutes, Terian returned wearing arctic clothes.
All of the forces lined up in front of him.

“We are leaving.
The second and third scouting parties, step forward!”

“Step forward!”

Raon and Dorian went to the head of the line, following their leader, Radin.

“Open the gate!”

“Open the gate!”

The main gate at the center of the castle opened instead of the small gate they used when they went out to scout, and the pure white scenery of the snow field came into view.

“Advance!”

 

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“We will sleep here tonight, then leave at daybreak tomorrow.
Everyone, set up the tents and prepare to camp.”

“Yes!”

The soldiers started moving busily at Terian’s orders.

The mercenaries personally set up their tents and prepared their meals, but the Snow Striker swordsmen were different.

“You know the ingredients I gave you earlier, make some stew with them.
You’d better make it delicious since our leader and vice-leader are also going to eat them.”

“Hey, four of you over there.
Come this way and help us set up the tent.”

The Snow Striker swordsmen came to the scouts’ area to order them to make food and take some of them for chores.

“Hah.”

Dorian exclaimed at their ridiculous behavior.

“Is it okay for them to do this?”

“What if it’s not okay? We are powerless.”

Radin sighed, taking out his pot.

“What did the vice-commander or the commander say about this?”

“They don’t know.
You see how they came here when the vice-commander isn’t around.”

He said they only came to visit them when Terian wasn’t around.

“It’s pretty rare for the commander or vice-commander to come out from the castle.
We are the one confronting them, so going against them will only be disadvantageous for us.”

Radin ignited the fire, saying that it couldn’t be helped.

“Ah, I’m so angry!”

Taking out the ingredients from his belly pocket, Dorian punched in the air.

“Hmm…”

Raon narrowed his eyes, placing the pot on the fire.

“I thought a place like this, where lots of battles take place, would be strongly united.
That doesn’t seem to be the case.”

“That’s usually the case, but the Snow Strikers are an exception.
Their leader is a jerk to start with, and he is extremely good at recognizing the weak and using them.”

“I see.”

Looking at the Snow Strikers, who were chatting around without working at all, his red eyes grew serious.

‘Then I just need to seize them by the neck.’

 

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The troop advanced quickly.

Probably because everyone was used to walking on the snow, it didn’t take much time before they reached the fourth cave despite having many people walking together.

However, they couldn’t find the group of trolls that the second scouting party had found.
There wasn’t even a hint of them.

“How did this happen?”

“I’m sorry.”

Terian asked the second scouting party’s leader, but he could only droop his shoulder in response.

“Are you sure you saw them correctly?”

“I-I’m sure.
There were thirteen trolls gathered at the forest’s outskirts!”

“This is why I said the scouts shouldn’t move on their own.
We should include at least a swordsman in each scouting party.”

The Snow Strikers leader was sticking right next to Terian to say that the scouting parties were deficient in many ways.
It looked like he was trying to increase his influence by stepping onto the others.

“Let’s talk about that later.
What’s important right now is to find their traces to locate them.”

Terian lowered his head and looked around the ground covered in snow.

“Even though the ice trolls move like wild animals on snow, it’s impossible for them to leave no trace at all.
Find the ice trolls’ remnants, everyone! If we don’t eliminate them right here, they will return to us as a huge casualty!”

“Yes!”

“Understood!”

The scouts, swordsmen, and mercenaries visibly nodded and split the searching area.

“Trolls seriously never get caught easily.”

Radin frowned, kicking the piled snow.

“The traces of the ice trolls have disappeared.
We need to start searching, so get ready!”

“Yes!”

The scouts started looking for the trolls’ tracks, sticking on the ground like a dog with short legs.
The mercenaries and the Snow Strikers swordsmen also spread their aura perception in order to find out about the trolls’ direction or presences.

‘I’ll leave it to them.’

Raon didn’t look for the tracks, standing guard instead.
Since the scouts had spent their entire lives there, they should’ve been able to find the tracks soon enough, and his role wasn’t the search but the protection.
Therefore, he just focused on guard duty.

However, contrary to his expectation, the trolls never appeared.
They only managed to find a single trace of them after two hours of searching.

‘Did something happen again?’

Even though an ice troll wasn’t the type of monster that left lots of traces, there was no way they struggled so much at finding their traces.

It must’ve been an anomaly, so it looked like he needed to personally take action.

“Damn it!”

Terian frowned and stomped the ground.

“A-at least, I’m sure that they went towards Stallin Mountain.”

The second scouting party leader swallowed, looking at the only troll’s footprint.

“There are countless monsters in that mountain on top of the ice trolls.
We can’t move the entire troop from that single trace.”

“Ugh…”

“The day is short in the northern region.
The night will fall soon enough.
For now…”

“May I take a look?”

Raon came forth and looked at the last trace under Terian’s feet.

“You?”

“Yes, let me take a look.”

“Didn’t you just join the scouting party? And your new position should be the scouts’ guard.”

The Snow Strikers leader Edquill wrinkled his nose, standing right next to Terian.

“Don’t try to disgrace yourself for no reason.
Leave.
We don’t have much time since the sun is setting already.”

“Stop.”

Terian stopped the Snow Striker leader’s blabbering mouth.

“The direction is Stallin Mountain.”

Raon nodded, looking at the only track on the ground.

“Everyone knows that, the problem is that we can’t find out the exact location!”

The Snow Striker leader shouted, annoyed by the fact that Raon was stepping up despite being part of the scouting party.

“I’ll figure that out.”

“Hah! Are you some young master from somewhere? You are really childish, contrary to your rumored abilities.
Do you realize you’re wasting everyone’s time right now?”

I want to deep fry that insect and his mustache in a volcano, after freezing him from head to toe.
I really hate how he keeps blabbering in his mouth.

‘That’s a bit cruel, but I agree.’

Raon ignored the Snow Strikers leader, who kept talking endlessly, and closed his eyes.
Since it was also his opportunity to get stronger, he focused his mind.

 

Whir!

 

He used Glacier and opened the ocean of perception made with his mental image.

It had become wider and was now at a size that could be called a spring.

He spread the ocean out thinly, but he couldn’t find any trace of the trolls’ presence.

He would’ve normally stopped there, but because of the Snow Striker leader and swordsmen that were annoying in multiple ways, he definitely wanted to locate their positions.

‘But how?’

It was also about ‘image’.

Opening the confined ocean would allow him to reach further with Glacier’s perception.

Raon opened the dam blocking the ocean like a lake.

 

Splash!

 

The sound of flowing water that shouldn’t exist resounded throughout his head, and the black water surged from the ocean.

‘This way.’

He directed the stream up towards the destination of the troll’s footprint.
Just like a salmon going up a river, the ocean of perception mixed with the icy frost of the land dashed towards Stallin Mountain.

He searched through the predictable locations by controlling the stream of perception bending like a whip, but he could only feel the presence of multiple monsters, not finding any gathering of trolls.

‘Then, perhaps…’

He changed direction.
Instead of the snowy forest that ice trolls preferred, he let the stream of perception flow towards the bottom of the mountain and valleys.

He even used the Perception of the Snow Flower and focused, finally finding a wild presence around a ravine.

Their numbers were higher than he’d heard, but they were the ice trolls surrounded by frost for sure.

“Haa…”

He exhaled a murky breath and stood up.
The scouts were looking at him full of expectation, while the Snow Strikers leader and swordsmen were sneering at him.

“Your expression makes it obvious.
We’ve just wasted our time.
Vice-Commander, let’s prepare to camp…”

“I found them, though.”

“What?”

“I said I found them.”

Raon’s mouth curved into a smile, looking at the Snow Striker leader, who used to sneer at him.