The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

don't have everything.
Wait, I have one.”

Murmuring ‘why do I have this?’, Dorian took out the wooden squirrel sculpture from his belly pocket.
It was a cute squirrel with impressive red eyes.

“Take this.”

He gave the squirrel that Dorian gave him to Runaan.
She accepted the squirrel with trembling hands.

“That’s it for my advice.
I’ll tell you the rest with my sword.”

After saying that, Raon walked towards the arena.

 

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It’s so unusual for you to step up.

Wrath sneered, murmuring that he didn’t even know his place.

‘You can think like that.’

Raon nodded.
It was just like Wrath said.
It was unusual for him to step up like that.

It was because she was the first stranger in his life that was considerate towards him, but that wasn’t the only reason.

She reminded him of his previous life.

Because she looked similar to himself in his previous life, where he’d been brainwashed by Derus Robert, he unconsciously spoke and acted.

‘This is the last time.’

He already finished explaining with words, and he was about to show her with his sword.
If she couldn’t free herself from the brainwashing of that blood despite all that, then that was her limit.

You idiot.
Worry about yourself first.
It’s pretty obvious you will struggle just like the other worms.

‘Hmm?’

Listening to Wrath, he had a great idea.

‘Then shall we make a bet?’

Bet?

‘Yes, and it will be very advantageous for you.’

What is it?

‘If I can’t cut down the orc in a single strike, I’ll take your wrath.
A single strike.’

A single strike? Are you serious?

‘Of course.’

After giving some advice you read in a book, you are now looking down on killing.

Wrath giggled and vibrated the bracelet.

Alright, it’s a single strike.
Two strikes and it will be your loss.

The message appeared as he stopped laughing.

 

[‘Wrath’ proposes the third bet.]

Condition: Cut off the strengthened orc’s neck in a single strike.

Upon Success: All stats +2, a random trait.

Upon Failure: Creation of 10 points of 'Wrath'.

 

‘I accept.’

He expected Wrath to take this bet, since he didn’t know he was an assassin in his previous life.

‘The doormat is here once again.’

Secretly smiling about Wrath, Raon went to the arena.

“Oh, you aren’t the last person this time.”

Rimmer whistled.
His eyes were wavering like he was having fun.
He must’ve heard everything he told Runaan.

“He is the strongest one here.
Please take out the strongest orc you have.”

“Alright.”

Jake firmly shut his mouth.
Nodding with a determined expression, he chanted the spell.

 

Whir!

 

Along with an outbreak of a blue magic circle on the floor, a new orc appeared.
Its shape was similar to the other orcs, but its muscles were more distinct, with its body was full of scars.

“Grr!”

Although it was unable to move its body due to the magic circle, it was still expressing its ferocious instinct.

 

Whir!

 

Green, red, and blue magic circles covered the orc’s upper body, and its pressure increased exponentially.

 

Zzzt!

 

When Jake extended his hand, the orc’s appearance changed into a rough man.

“Be ready for the match.”

Raon nodded.
He was about to warm up his right wrist after lightly spinning his left wrist.

 

Clank!

 

Jake’s magic circle broke like glass, and the orc broke out.

“Grrrrr!”

Rushing while screeching, it struck down with its bloodstained ax.
Its power and speed were on a completely different level from the other orcs.

“Wh-what!”

“Stop it!”

“Damn!”

Everyone panicked, but Raon’s eyes were even calmer.

‘It’s because I knew about it all along.’

He’d expected this would happen the moment he saw Jake’s excited eyes.

 

Rustle.

 

Raon unsheathed his sword from his waist.
One flower blossomed on top of the blade.
The golden flower shimmered like a haze upon receiving the evening glow.

The ‘Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation’, First Flame.

Flame Spirit.

The flower petals fluttered and cut through the ground.

Under the evening glow, another evening glow was drawn, and the orc’s movement stopped.

“Grr…”

Without being able to swing his lifted axe, its head fell to the ground.

 

Thud!

 

Red blood gushed out under the overlapping evening glows, and the orc’s heavy body collapsed.

Cruelly beautiful, it was a spectacle that would make the best painter in the continent snap their brush.

The instructors that were running towards them to stop the orc, the trainees that stood up in surprise, and even Jake—who was controlling the orc—were at a loss for words.

Using the expertise from his previous life, he suppressed Jake.
Facing an assassin’s pressure, one whose life was all about killing people, Jake grabbed his neck and sank to his knees.

“Grr.”

His eyes turned inside out.
He wanted to continue, but Runaan’s turn was after his.
After threatening him moderately, he removed his pressure.

 

Whish.

 

Shaking off the blood from his sword, he turned around.

“Kugh!”

“Damn…”

Burren ground his teeth so hard that the sound could be heard, and Martha twisted her lips with furrowed brows.
They both looked extremely frustrated.

“Uuh.”

“Wow…”

The trainees’ mouths were so wide open that bugs could go inside.
They were trembling violently, as if they were hit by a sea wave.

“C-crazy.”

“What technique was that?”

“A-a single strike…”

The instructors were standing dumbfounded.

After taking a glance at everyone, he looked at Runaan, who was at the very back.

Her eyes were no longer soaked in darkness.
He nodded to her.

‘It’s your turn now.’

 

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Watching Raon, who went into the arena, Runaan hugged the squirrel sculpture.

‘Does he know everything?’

She purposefully avoided talking about it to avoid harming Raon.
She relaxed her eyes, pretending it was nothing.
It turned out alright, she thought that was the end of the matter.

However, he talked to her like he knew everything.

Raon’s calm voice felt like it slowly untied the hand that was squeezing her heart.

When he extended his bleeding hand, she was scared.
She wanted to run away immediately.

‘However…’

When she grabbed that hand, even though her hand was soaked in that blood, she wasn’t scared or afraid.
It simply felt warm, like a small fire.

That was when she finally realized.
The blood itself wasn’t scary.
It felt like the black shadow tying up her heart had become more sparse.

Runaan looked at Raon, who stood in the arena with a calm breath.
His back was small, but for some reason it looked wider than anyone else.

 

Whir!

 

While she was nervously watching that back, the orc’s magic circle suddenly disappeared.

“Kuaa!”

The orc pounced at Raon with a fierce roar.

“N-no!”

The moment she stood up with a trembling chin, Raon unsheathed his sword.

A golden flower blossomed on top of the silver blade.
A beautifully radiating flower drew a line, following the evening glow.

The moment the two evening glows overlapped with each other, blood gushed from the orc’s neck like a fountain.

Beautiful.

The blood she’d been scared and afraid of since childhood, the drops of blood that shouldn’t have ever looked like that, beautifully embroidered the space.

Raon shook off his sword and turned around.
His eyes spoke to her. 

‘It’s your turn now.’

“Mhm.”

Runaan stood up.
Her hands were no longer trembling.