The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

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The bloody flame surrounded his sword and body, to create a mysterious shape.

The fang made of sword to the horns connecting to his back looked like a dragon.
The wave created by the tremendous amount of aura distorted the entire training ground.

“What’s the name of this technique?”

Milland asked, raising his radiant blade.

“Its name is Flame Dragon Art.”

Raon brandished his sword above his shoulder, extending his left hand.
It looked like a dragon watching its prey, its mouth closed.

“Interesting.
This technique’s name is Frost Dragon Slash.
It’s said to have slain the ice dragon living at the top of Stallin Mountain a thousand years ago.”

The energy gathered in Milland’s blade was deadly sharp.
It was dense enough to distort his vision.

“Come at me.
Let’s see whether your dragon or my sword is going to win.”

As soon as he gestured his hand, Raon pulled back his leg.
He exploded his aura, compressed to the extreme, to kick off from the ground.

Whir!

The aura blade blazing through the space fell vertically.
It was powerful enough to cut Milland’s body in half if he failed to stop it.

A crimson spark appeared in Raon’s eyes.
He exploded the aura gathered at the sword’s extremity at once.
The blade’s advance, engulfed by the flame, looked like a red dragon’s breath.

Creak!

The blue and red lights glimmered, and the aura stormed up to the sky.
Alongside the sound of shattering metal, the storm subsided and the training ground was revealed once again.

Raon and Milland were standing on the devastated ground, as if it went through a magic bombardment.

Milland’s blade was brimming with a perfectly materialized aura, but Raon’s sword was snapped into half, its blade stuck in the ground.

“I lost.”

Raon carefully picked up the broken blade.

“Thank you for your lesson.”

He nonchalantly bowed at him.

“Woaaah!”

“The commander has won!”

“It’s only natural, why are you so happy about that?”

“Commander!”

“Sir Raon! You did great!”

“You almost fought equally!”

“Raon! Raon! Raon!”

The soldiers cheered for the victor and comforted the loser.

However, Milland was frowning despite having won the fight, and Raon was smiling.

It looked like their reactions were reversed.

“Oh my.”

Milland scattered the shining aura from his blade and laughed bitterly.

“I didn’t think you’d force me to use an astral blade.”

A transcendental body, judgment, and aura were obtained upon reaching the Master level.

He thought he didn’t need to use astral energy to teach him, but that was his miscalculation.
He would’ve been devoured by Raon’s last technique if he didn’t use the astral energy.

“What are you even trying to achieve by getting stronger so quickly?”

“I have much to do.”

Raon smiled faintly, looking at his broken blade.
Habun Castle allowed him to achieve an impossibly quick growth.
And that man was the foundation of his growth.

Derus Robert.

‘I haven’t forgotten about you yet.’

‘I’m not going to stop until I behead you.’

Deep inside his red eyes, where no one could see, his anger was boiling.

* * *

The lord’s manor of Robert was extravagant in a different way than Zieghart’s.

Sitting in the office located on the highest floor, which was best described as majestic, Derus Robert was listening to his head butler’s report.

“…There are a few particularities other than that, but that’s it for the overall report.”

“Particularities?”

Derus tilted his head slightly, his gaze gentle.

“It’s not anything significant.
There are many cases of the activities of young swordsmen in the north, which appear to be the training for Zieghart’s swordsmen.”

“They must be trying to increase the skills of their swordsmen by making them participate in real battles.”

“It’s effective for sure.
Habun Castle was saved by the young sword demon Raon…”

“Raon?”

As soon as he mentioned the name Raon, Derus’s eyes changed completely.
The easy-going atmosphere, like the spring wind, turned into the cold air of an ice cave.

“I-It’s not that Raon.
He is a blond-haired and red-eyed swordsman.
He is a young boy that has inherited Glenn Zieghart’s blood for sure.”

“Ah, of course.”

Derus snickered, and looked at the back of his hand.
A drop of blood trickled from the scar that still hadn’t disappeared.

“I’m just a bit annoyed by this scar that never disappears.”

He wiped the blood flowing from the scar and frowned.

“Speaking of Habun Castle, the young swordsman that stopped Eden’s attack must be Raon.”

Derus’s voice sounded extremely irritated.

“You are properly remembering it, even though I just mentioned it on the side.”

The butler nodded.

“It’s him.
However, the rumors are bound to be exaggerated, so you don’t need to pay attention to him.”

“Rumors are usually exaggerated, but sometimes understated.”

“Pardon?”

“If all goes according to plan, we are going to clash against Zieghart as well.
It’d be a good idea to renew the information about Zieghart as a whole, on top of that boy.”

Derus stroked his neat chin.
He tapped on his desk with emotionless eyes, just like when he beheaded Raon.

“Send the shadows to the north to gather every piece of information about Zieghart.”

* * *

Raon picked up the backpack under his bed, pulling it onto his shoulders.

Before leaving the scout’s quarters, he turned to look around the room.
It was a small room that he’d been living in for just one year and one month, but it felt like he’d been living there for years.

Stop reminiscing like a country bumpkin and leave already.

‘Demon king should learn to read the atmosphere.’

After looking around the small yet comfortable lodging for a last time, he went outside.

“I’ll carry that one.”

Dorian, who’d been waiting at the entrance, waved his hand.
Saying that he would carry the backpack, he put it inside his belly pocket.

“I’m ready, too.”

Yua stepped out from behind Dorian.
She was wearing a white woolen robe.
She looked like a white rabbit with her hat over her head.

“Did you pack all of your baggage?”

“Yes, Sir Dorian has it now.”

Yua smiled cheerfully, pointing at Dorian.

‘She’s grown brighter.’

In the end, the manager decided to stay behind, with Yua being the only person leaving.
Probably because she had braced herself already, she didn’t look sad at all.

“Let’s go.”

Raon patted Yua’s shoulder and left the scout’s quarters.
The swordsmen, knights, and soldiers were lined up on the sides, creating a road up to the castle gates.

“Be careful on your way back!”

“Don’t forget about us!”

“We will remember you for the rest of our lives!”

“Call us anytime you need help!”

With each step he took, the fellows that fought with him back-to-back said their goodbyes.
Treasuring every single one of their words, Raon headed towards the castle gates.

The castle gates that were firmly shut when he first arrived were now wide-open, and Milland, Terian, and the officers were lined up in front of them.

Terian and Beto were smiling, and the scout leaders—including Radin—looked bitter, while Milland and Edquill looked calm.

“I should be going now.”

“Be careful on your way.”

That was enough of a goodbye for Raon and Milland.
That was because the conversation of swords that they had a few months ago still remained in their hearts.

Raon said goodbye to the officers one by one, and then it was Edquill’s turn in the end.

“Do you still want to follow me instead of standing behind me?”

“Of course.”

Edquill nodded, not hesitating at all.

“Then please get stronger.”

Raon looked into Edquill’s unwavering eyes and continued.

“I have much that I need to do.
If you want to walk alongside me, you have to become stronger than anyone here.
In terms of sword and mind alike.”

“Very well.”

Edquill was at a completely different level than before.
The way he responded, without asking any questions, felt reliable.

“Always remember that we, Habun Castle, are behind you.”

“Yes.”

Listening to Milland’s indifferent yet powerful voice, Raon met everyone’s eyes.

“Thank you for everything.”

Raon smiled, looking at the people that made up Habun Castle.

“Please stay healthy until we meet again.”

With those as his last words, he turned around.
He grabbed Yua’s shoulder as her eyes welled up with tears while looking at the manager, then he left through the wide-open castle gates to pray for his fortune in war.

“Goodbye!”

“Sir Raon! Good luck!”

“Goodbye, Raon! We are the ones that should thank you!”

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“Take care, Yua!”

Along with the sound of the gates closing, he could hear the people shouting.

“Grandfather! Goodbye!”

“See you later!”

Unlike Yua and Dorian, who were saying their goodbye, Raon didn’t look back.
He kept walking forward in anticipation for the day they would meet again.

Once the soldiers ’ voices couldn’t be heard anymore, the endless hill that they’d struggled on while on their way to Habun Castle appeared.

“Yua, I’ll carry you on my back here…”

“You don’t need to!”

As he was about to carry Yua on his back, Dorian snorted and stepped up.
He put his hand deep into his belly pocket and took out a wooden sledge.
It was big enough for more than three people to ride.

Wh-What the hell is that? Why the hell was that inside his pocket?

Wrath exclaimed, although he’d been remaining silent in his laziness.

“A sledge?”

“Why do you have this?”

Raon and Yua dropped their jaws upon seeing the sledge.

“What? Of course I’d have a sledge when we are crossing such a place.”

Dorian tilted his head, as if it was a strange question to ask.

“We can even control the speed, since it’s a high-quality sledge.
Get on.”

He was wondering why a coward was carrying a sledge around, but apparently he could adjust the speed.

“Wow!”

Yua raised her hands and jumped around in excitement.

‘Am I the strange one now?’

Raon shrugged his shoulders and sat on the sledge with Yua.

“Then, let’s go.”

Listening to Dorian’s cheerful voice, Raon nodded.

It was time to go.

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