The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

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Clench.

 

He tried clenching his fist.
With his stats increased by 4 at once, he could feel a clear difference in his grip and muscle strength.

Status Window

Name: Raon Zieghart.

Title: First Victory.

State: Curse of Frost (Six Strands)

Trait: Wrath, Ring of Fire (Four-Stars), Water Resistance (Four-Stars), Perception of the Snow Flower (Two-Star), Ten Thousand Flame Cultivation (Two-Stars), Coldness of the Frost (Two-Stars), Fire Resistance (Two-Stars)

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Strength: 47

Agility: 47

Stamina: 48

Energy: 36

Perception: 58

 

It wasn’t just the rewards.
Thanks to his continuous training, his stats had increased a lot.
The bigger numbers filled him with joy, just from looking at the status window.

Tsk.

Wrath clicked his tongue while glancing at the status window that he couldn’t even see.
It looked like he was extremely unsatisfied.

Are you happy?

‘I’m happy.’

Raon responded without hesitation.

Well, you shouldn’t be.
No matter how strong you get, you are just a possessed body for the King of Essence.
There’s nothing in the world that the King of Essence can’t accomplish.

While murmuring that the time was near, he emanated coldness.

“Ah, okay.”

The temperature had gotten so low that frost fell on his skin, but he didn’t feel cold at all thanks to his ‘Water Resistance’.

“Do your best.”

He pushed away Wrath by shuddering lightly and stood up.

Don’t underestimate the King of Essence.
Even if it takes a hundred years, your body will end up becoming mine.

‘Alright.’

Gaaaah!

When Wrath’s coldness started to erupt like a volcano, he opened the door and went outside.

Underestimate him?

Of course he wouldn’t.

Wrath was an enemy, and the most dangerous one at that.

The reason that he cultivated ‘Ring of Fire’ every day, and that he trained his body and mind, was so that he didn’t lose his body to him.

Although he acted relaxed in front of him, he was never careless.

Dying in vain once was enough.
He had to become stronger in order to survive, and for the sake of his revenge.

Raon left the dormitory and went back to the training ground, where everyone had left.
He swung his sword the whole night.

 

***

 

Three months had passed since Raon sparred with the third prince of the Owen Kingdom.

He easily defeated the third prince, who was called the future strongest sword of the kingdom, but Raon only focused on training—as if his victory was left in the past.

He recently obtained the nickname ‘training ghost’, or ‘training genius’, from the trainees.
Though, they only called him by that when he wasn’t around.

“I can’t even properly see his sword anymore.”

“Doesn’t that guy look even stronger now? His swordsmanship and footwork have gotten even more natural.”

“He doesn’t just look it; he must be stronger.”

“That’s too much.”

The collateral trainees were filled with amazement, watching Raon keep training like a person possessed.

“I thought I caught up to him a little, but there’s no way.”

“Same.
Though, I also trained until the soles of my shoes became rugged…”

The trainees were already impressed and had increased their training time when Raon managed to beat Martha.
It wasn’t just after the spars with the Owen Kingdom.

They’d thought the difference between them and Raon would’ve decreased a little thanks to their training, but it wasn’t the case.

“This is, erm…”

“Difference in talent.”

“Yes.
The talent we are born with is different.
We can’t help it if effort can’t bridge the gap…”

“Do you really believe you’ve done your best from one pair of shoes getting rugged?”

“Hmm?”

The trainees turned around when they heard the sharp voice.

“Eek!”

“Aah…”

“L-Lord Burren!”

Burren was twisting his lips, his arms crossed.

“It’s easy when you just praise him with a cool word like talent.
You can convince yourself that you can’t do it anyway, even if you do your best.
However.”

Walking past the trainees, he continued.

“You can only say that after breaking ten pairs of shoes, rather than just one.”

His words weren't directed to the trainees, but to himself—the one that had been jealous of Raon without knowing how hard he’d worked.

“Th-that’s right.”

“Sorry…”

“You don’t need to apologize to me.
It’s your life, after all.”

Burren picked up the training sword that was behind the trainees and headed towards the center of the training ground.

“Young master Burren… Doesn’t it feel like he’s become softer?”

“He would’ve completely ignored us before…”

“Hey, someone is coming.
Shut your mouth!”

“Hup!”

The trainees closed their mouths, seeing Martha approaching from the left side.

 

Tap.

 

Martha took out a training shoulder and put it on her shoulder.
Fluttering the short hair that barely reached her shoulders, she walked towards the training ground before she stopped.

“He became softer?”

She glanced at the trainees with clear disdain.

“He is like a volcano right before its eruption, yet you call him soft.
Your eyes are worse than a rotten orc’s.”

Martha sneered and walked towards the training ground.

Raon and Runaan moved their bodies without any break, and Burren and Martha swung their swords without losing to him.

“Wow, it’s so breathtaking.”

The trainees sighed, shaking their heads.

Monsters lived in the fifth training ground.
And there were four of them…

“Well, that’s true.
But…”

One of the trainees was looking at his training shoes, before he raised his head.

“Isn’t this the best place to increase our abilities?”

“Hmm, that’s true.”

“You’re right.”

The other trainees nodded.
They’d certainly been improving a lot faster ever since they arrived at the fifth training ground.

“We should start as well.”

Finishing their short break, the trainees entered the training ground once again, wielding training swords.

“How nice.”

Rimmer was sitting on the tree behind them with a smile on his face.

“With the pillars holding on so well, the rest follow.”

He looked at Raon, Burren, Runaan, and Martha—in that order—as they swung their swords in the middle of the training ground.
Since those four children, all with different characteristics, were doing their best… Those who were behind naturally followed.

The four of them were actually contributing to the children’s growth more than the instructors.

“Hmm.”

Rimmer curled his red hair as he sat on the tree, then nodded.

“It should be fine to have them participate in a real battle.”

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