The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

on used the White Fragrance Sword once again.

“Yes.
That’s exactly the White Fragrance Sword that I saw.
How did you do that after just reading the booklet twice…?”

Her eyes were trembling violently at the ridiculousness of what he had just shown her.

“It’s thanks to an enlightenment I recently got.”

The Ring of Fire and the Flame Spirit significantly increased his understanding of variable swords and illusion swords.
That was the reason he was capable of reenacting the White Fragrance Sword just from reading the explanation and seeing the pictures.

“If you are at this level, why did you ask me to gather information about the White Fragrance Sword? You must’ve already learned much better techniques.”

“It’s not for me.”

“What?”

“I’m going to split and divide this White Fragrance Sword and use it to train the Light Wind members.”

He was planning to attack the Light Wind members by using the diversity and space domination of the White Fragrance Sword, all in order to engrave an instinct in them.
An instinct that could overwhelm and pulverize the Golden Crest’s swords.

“Hah…”

Judiel’s eyes lost focus upon realizing the meaning of his words.
It looked like surprise wasn’t enough to describe her astonishment.

“Good job.
You should return and rest.”

“Wh-What about the young master…?”

“I’m going to stay here to hone this swordsmanship a bit more.”

“But you must be tired from fighting the swordsmen all day long.”

“I don’t have much time.
I need to finish learning it properly to make the members stronger.”

“I see.
I’ll get going, then.”

Judiel nodded, then returned to the annex building.

‘I’ll finish this quickly.’

Since you said you will finish it quickly, I bet you will continue until morning.

Wrath frowned, complaining that he wouldn’t be able to sleep once again.

“I’ll make it quick.”

Raon gave him a small smile, before using the White Fragrance Sword.
He split the diversity and space domination of the different techniques into small pieces, putting them in his own sword.

The White Fragrance Sword was thoroughly dismantled and became the fertilizer for Raon’s growth.

While he was focused on learning the technique, Judiel brought a sandwich and placed it on the tree stump located next to the open area.

In order to avoid disturbing Raon’s concentration, Judiel stayed far away from him and silently watched him practicing the White Fragrance Sword.
She was thinking about whether there was anything she could do to help him.

 

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The Light Wind kept doing nothing but sparring for their training for a month.

Whenever the Light Wind members started getting used to the fast and diverse attacks, Raon increased the intensity to make sure they could never get used to it.

The Light Wind members trained, got beaten up, and pondered every day—yet they still felt like their skills hadn’t increased at all.
It was truly a strange swamp.

“I-I’m losing my sanity.”

“I wanna die.
Please, end me…”

“I wanna see my mom.
Mom…”

Even during their sparse break times, they couldn’t properly rest and couldn’t come back to their senses as they kept rubbing their faces on the floor.

Obviously, many swordsmen tried to run away, but they had all given up after realizing they couldn’t hide from Raon’s perception.

“Amazing!”

Rimmer shook his head as he saw the state the swordsmen were in, his face plump from doing nothing but eating and playing around, since he didn’t even need to oversee training anymore.

“I would’ve already given up on being a swordsman if I was you.
Oh my god!”

“S-Squad leader.”

“I’m gonna thank god that I’m not in your position.”

Apparently, he was serious about that, as he gathered his hands and started praying.

“Hnng.”

Rimmer went away while humming, and he looked even more detestable than Raon.

“S-Sir Burren.
Are you going to keep up with this? We are seriously going to die at this rate!”

“That’s right.
We are all going to die because of a monster among us instead of the enemy outside!”

“Damn vice-squad leader! He’s smiling every day now.
I’m sure he’s enjoying beating us up!”

The Light Wind members went to Burren to complain, since he was the only one they could talk to.
In fact, Runaan completely stopped talking altogether and Martha couldn’t say anything other than swear words, making Burren the only person who could still discuss things with them.

“It’s also difficult for me, but there’s no other way.
The squad leader left the matter entirely to Raon, and that damn Raon is so determined to never go easy on us.”

“We don’t exactly need to stop sparring.”

Krein raised his head.
He could pretty much be called Burren’s faithful vassal at this point.

“We could take a few days' break from these hellish spars.”

“Break? How would you do that?”

“For example, this ground.”

Krein pointed at the training ground’s floor.

“The existence of soil absorbs the impact and allows us to avoid serious injuries, but if we didn’t have that, even Raon wouldn’t be able to go too hard on us.
He might even postpone the spars until we get new soft soil.”

“Hmm, indeed.”

Burren nodded.
Since all training grounds were full nowadays, it was also impossible to go to another training ground to continue the spars.
If it became impossible to keep sparring in the fifth training ground, they might really end up getting a few days’ break.

“You heard that there’s going to be a powerful typhoon tonight, right? Since there’s no way the vice-squad leader’s going to be guarding this place at night, how about using that typhoon for our advantage?”

“Use the typhoon?”

“Yes.
We will throw away the soil, and mess the ground up, and tell him that it was all the typhoon's doing.
Even the vice-squad leader won’t be able to blame us for that.
Since the training ground’s going to need maintenance, we won’t be able to spar for two to three days.”

“Uh…”

Burren bit his lips.
He would normally never have accepted such a proposition, but he really felt like he was going to die at the rate they were going.

‘Yes, just a few days.
Let’s rest for a few days.
It’s not for me, but for the kids, because they really are going to die.’

Since he hadn’t been able to sleep for over two weeks straight, he convinced himself with nonsensical reasoning and nodded.

“Alright, gather everyone who can agree.”

Burren gathered everyone except for Runaan, Martha, and Dorian—who was pretty much Raon’s direct subordinate—and explained the plan to them.

 

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That night, thirty members of the Light Wind gathered in the fifth training ground with wobbly legs after the light went off.

“Let’s start the operation.”

Burren pointed at the soil on the ground once everyone was gathered.

“The first group will throw away all the soft soil on the training ground.
Don’t leave a single bit behind.”

“Yes!”

“Keep your voice low.”

“The second group will make a mess on the ground.
Since we need to pretend it was the typhoon’s fault, you gotta make it look as natural as possible.”

“Yes!”

“Keep your voice low, I said!”

Since the training had just finished, the swordsmen were not in their right mind.

“The third group will make a mess outside the training ground.
Remember that making it look natural is the most important thing in this operation and start working.”

“Yes!”

“I said to keep your voice low! Please!”

Burren started the operation without realizing that he was the loudest one.

Craving a week’s break, or just a few days' break at least, the swordsmen threw away the soil and made a mess of the ground.

It was truly a touching sight where they were working hard for their survival, but they didn’t realize that there was a pair of red eyes watching everything from above, on the training ground’s roof.

 

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The next morning, Raon entered the training ground at the same time as usual, but it had turned into a completely different place from the day before.

The entire training ground had turned into a mess, as if it were bombed overnight.

“What’s going on?”

“I heard yesterday’s typhoon passed around this area.”

Burren came up to him and frowned.

“Typhoon? Ah, they did say there was going to be a typhoon.”

“Yes.”

“It does look like a typhoon’s doing.”

Raon licked his lips while looking on the shambled ground.

“V-Vice-squad leader.”

Krein stood next to Burren, his hands gathered together.

“We might end up with a serious injury if we keep sparring here, don’t you think?”

“Indeed.
It’s impossible to spar here.”

Raon nodded, looking regrettable.

“Since we need to talk, gather everyone in front of the platform.”

“Yes!”

“Ah, yes!”

Burren and the swordsmen were filled with excitement, since they figured it was going according to their plan.
Their wobbly steps almost looked cheerful at that point.

“Haa…”

Raon went up on the platform and sighed.

“As everyone saw, the training ground isn’t in good condition right now.
We need to do its maintenance today.”

“Oh!”

“Wow…”

“Finally!”

Cheerful expressions became clearly visible on the faces of the swordsmen upon hearing Raon’s declaration.
However, Raon hadn’t finished talking yet.

“However! Fortunately, we still have a way.”

“A w-way?”

“What way?”

“Dorian.”

Raon gestured with his hand, and Dorian sighed heavily before walking up to the platform.
He had some difficulties, but he managed to take out a large sack from his belly pocket.

“It’s the soft soil we requested at Porvan’s city hall.
It’s the best soil for softness and safety.”

Raon smiled, pointing at the soft soil that Dorian started to take out.
That soft soil was the first thing he requested when he visited Porvan's mayor.

“It happened to arrive two days ago.
I was planning to change it after this training was over, but let’s use this opportunity.
Take them all out, Dorian.”

“Yes.”

Dorian responded with a tired voice, before taking out a hundred soft soil sacks and placing them in front of the platform.
His unfocused eyes showed that he had already given up on everything.

“Ah…”

“Uh…”

“A-Am I dreaming right now…?”

The swordsmen, who were filled with happiness just a moment ago, had to drop their jaws.
The way they looked suggested that they had just fallen into the pit of hell, revealing that they had never expected such a development.

“Since we don’t have much time, let’s finish it today.
Bring the shovels and the maintenance tools.”

The swordsmen turned around with trembling limbs upon hearing Raon’s order.

“D-Damn it…”

“We even skipped sleep to do all that shit…”

“That damn idiot!”

“It was all for naught!”

They all glared at Krein, who had initially devised the plan.

“B-But there won’t be any sparring for a day, for today at least.
Let’s find comfort in that.”

Krein broke out in cold sweat as he shook his hands.

“You would’ve been already dead if we didn’t get that going for us, at least.”

“Haa, alright.
Let’s rest for today, at least.”

“I guess one day is pretty good already.”

“Where are you going right now?”

While the swordsmen were trying to find hope in their despair, Raon’s brusque voice could be heard.

“What?”

“B-But you just asked us to bring the tools…”

“We need to start the maintenance.”

“It’s just maintenance.
Not everyone needs to go.”

Raon smiled cheerfully and opened one of the sacks to spread the contents on the ground in front of the platform.
He used aura to harden the ground, immediately creating a temporary training ground.

“Time is gold, and the duels are happening soon.
The spars need to continue.”

“Ah…”

“Uh…”

“Kuh!”

The swordsmen’s faces turned pale upon witnessing the temporary training ground being created in a flash.
Raon, who was holding his chin up high while standing on the training ground, looked like a death god from hell.

“As expected of the soft soil, it feels nice to step on.”

After properly hardening the ground, he bobbed his hand at Burren.

“Come at me already.
What are you waiting for?”

“Me?”

“Yes.
We always start with Burren, you know?”

“Uhh…”

Burren looked like he was about to cry as he took the training sword that Dorian gave him.

“Daaamn it! Kuh!”

He charged at him along with a shout of concentration that sounded like a scream but was beaten up immediately and rolled on the ground, covered with soft soil.

“It hurts less because we have soft ground now, doesn’t it? I think we can increase the training intensity from today onward.”

“Huh!”

“What is life…?”

Raon grinned, and the swordsmen’s faces turned pale as they held maintenance tools in their hands.

Are you really human?

Wrath left a single comment after watching the entire situation.

The more I watch you, the more I’m certain that you are one of us.