The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 250

Burren looked at Raon's back as he entered the accommodation and bit his lip. 'Is this guy really okay?'

Roman, the Buwang, is a warrior who has made a name for himself with an axe on the continent. Fighting a monster like him in three years... it doesn't make sense.

'He did it to save us.' The reason Raon made that ridiculous proposal to Roman was to save everyone on the ship. The lives of his comrades, who had helped him a lot, made his heart ache.

'What should I do?' I really don't know.

If I can help Raon, I'd bet my life, but I don't know what to do or what to prepare.

"Huu..."

Burren let out a sigh to relieve the frustration in his chest.

"Why are you like this?"

Martha, who was passing by, frowned.

"Because of Raon."

"Raon?"

"Yeah. He sacrificed for us, but what can we do...?"

"You seem to have a big head, like a flower garden."

She clicked her tongue, saying he was being stupid with such worries.

"Doesn't it bother you that Raon is like this!"

Burren frowned and glared at Martha.

"That guy made a promise with Buwang using Zieghart's name. He has to fight that monster in three years, so if his heart doesn't tremble..."

"Why did this happen?"

"What?"

"Why did this duel happen. You idiot!"

Anger and rage filled Martha's black eyes. It was not directed at someone else, but at herself.

"That's..."

"Because you're weak. You and I are all weak. We can't even swing a sword there. That's why that kid made that promise!"

Burren swallowed dryly. Blood dripped from Martha's clenched fist. She knew, but she was holding it in.

"Then what should we do is obvious, right?"

"..."

"We have to get stronger."

"You've come back to your senses. What's done is done. We have to prevent this from happening in the future. Even if it means risking our lives, we have to get strong so that guy's burden is reduced."

Martha turned her back and headed to the courtyard attached to the accommodation. She seemed to be about to start training immediately.

"Right."

Runaan, who had been quietly listening from behind, nodded vigorously.

"We can't just dump it on Raon."

She spoke unusually long and followed Martha.

"Kuhm!"

"I don't feel as loose in my body..."

"Yeah. Today's workout was a bit lacking."

"Let's take rest later."

Other Light Wind Squad members scratched their cheeks and headed to the courtyard. Soon, loud battle cries began from inside the courtyard.

"I was an idiot."

Burren hit his own head hard enough to make a sound.

"It was simple. Just get stronger."

He smiled and headed to the courtyard last.

Raon leaned against the door of the accommodation and chuckled.

"Just rest."

The Light Wind Squad had defeated more than double the number of enemies, and protecting themselves from Roman's qi had left them mentally and physically exhausted.

Even if enthusiasm was there, resting would be better than training right now.

'Idiots.'

Knowing why they went to swing swords without resting, a warm feeling welled up inside his chest. As always, these guys who help are rewarding.

However, there's a part where these guys are mistaken.

The Light Wind Squad has superior martial prowess and a lot of experience for their age. They have the power to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠work anywhere, but since the enemies they face are all monsters, they feel weak themselves.

Raon enjoyed the battle cries of the Light Wind Squad and sat down on the floor with a thud.

'And...'

This matter doesn't really need worrying.

He smiled faintly and recalled the messages that had appeared earlier.

'This is the end.' All stats increased by 8 points, the Ring of Fire achievement increased, and the abilities of the two sword techniques increased, but the message was still there.

-Kkuuuk!

-This pig! Not satisfied with stealing this king's stats, now he's talking about efficiency too!

"Anyway, if I receive more, I'll receive it better..."

-What kind of thief teaches how to steal well in front of the owner? Is this the right world?

Wrath's rational string snapped as he roared.

-Grid will run away when he sees you too! You bastard who eats like a pig and dies when your stomach bursts!

Anger and coldness rose simultaneously on Wrath's round shoulders.

-I really can't hold it anymore! Today, this king will eat your body and regain light in the world!

'It would be better not to do that.'

Raon waved his hand. No matter how generously Wrath gives, he had already overeaten today. He didn't need additional stats.

'If I had known, I would have just given stats again?'

-Kkuuk!

At that, Wrath stopped abruptly. He seemed to know the result, and his expression hardened.

-Y, you bastard!

Wrath shook his clenched fist, unable to calm his anger.

'It's not that hard to endure today because my injury isn't severe. It's better to endure...'

-I can't endure it! You evil bastard!

Before Raon could say to endure, Wrath rushed first. He stuck to Raon's shoulder and exploded coldness and anger.

"Haa..."

I was supposed to take it moderately today.

Raon shook his head, resonated the Ring of Fire, and raised both Cultivation of Ten Thousand Flames and Glacia at the same time.

One hour later.

-Uheheheung!

Wrath hung down like a deflated balloon and howled.

"See? I told you not to."

Raon sighed.

It seems one fool is inevitable.

Lector looked at the river flowing by and turned around. He approached Roman, who was carrying a burden and looking only forward.

"Brother. Why did you accept Raon's proposal?"

"Didn't you want to receive that guy's proposal too?"

Roman narrowed his eyes and looked down at Lector.

"Of course. It would be more fun that way. However, I didn't expect you to accept your friend's proposal right away."

"That Clear Rain martial art... interesting."

"Ah, I also hadn't seen that before."

"Using aura with clear sound and friction is a method that no one would have thought of, and it's also hard to imitate. The more interesting part is..."

He turned his head back to the river and curled his lips.

"That guy made that martial art himself."

"Eh?"

"The scent of the kid named Raon comes from the martial art. Someone might have helped, but he definitely made it himself."

Roman recalled the resonance of Clear Rain and closed his eyes.

"Do you know about the Continental Twelve Stars?"

"Of course. The fifth young master is among them."

"Even if it's called Continental Twelve Stars, they can't reach the level of Six Kings and Five Demons leaders. They are monsters who have broken free from the frame of being geniuses."

He lifted his chin and smiled coldly.

"But that kid named Raon is different. He is a monster that eats geniuses and grows. He has the possibility of reaching Absolute and Transcendence."

"Monster. Indeed, there is that side."

Lector nodded slowly. From the first time he saw him, the kid wasn't childish.

"The look in that guy's eyes wasn't 'I'm going to run away from here', but full of determination to really break you in three years. It was funny."

Roman smiled faintly and grabbed the handle of the axe he had stuck in front.

"I have no choice but to send him off, expecting how he will change in three years."

"What if 'Siran' kills Raon before three years?"

"Then he was just a guy up to that point, so no need to worry. However, such a thing won't happen. It's been a while since someone who smells better than Rimer has appeared."

"Even now, evaluating warriors by taste is the same, huh."

Lector shook his head.

"You too."

Roman slowly turned his gaze to Lector.

"You can satisfy me if you fight properly, right?"

"Eh, brother. Overestimating. I can't be that kind of talent."

Lector waved his hands quickly as if denying it and bowed his head.

"Hu, there's something to cool down the excitement."

"Hehe."

"I have one question. Why do you have goodwill towards Raon? You didn't have to tell about that old man, right?"

"I am similar to brother."

He smiled faintly.

"From the first time I saw him, I thought he was a fun guy, so I wanted to see how he would grow."

"Is that all?"

"Would it be?"

"I can't figure out what you're thinking."

"I just empty my head and live."

Lector laughed as if he had no thoughts at all.

"That's unfortunate. I really wanted to go to that magician's dungeon..."

"Lohengrin's?"

"Yeah. Since he was a magician who was interested in alchemy and pill-making, there must be a lot of elixirs or treasures..."

"You'd better think about how to convey this matter rather than that kind of thing."

"Eh? I have to say it?"

"Then shall I say it?"

"Ugh..."

Lector let out a small groan at Roman's cold eyes.

"S, Siran will try to kill me!"

He grabbed his head and screamed that it wouldn't work.

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Raon applied medicine to the wounds from the fight with Tiller, used the Ring of Fire and aura to seal his internal injuries, and opened his eyes.

-Kkuhuk...

Wrath was still sniffling on the floor. Even in his anger, he didn't attack when using aura, keeping his promise from before. It seems like a king is a king for keeping promises.

'Don't just make that face.'

-It's noisy.

'If I go back, I'll ask Yua to make pineapple pizza for you...'

-...

The guy didn't say anything. He just stopped sniffling, lay down, and peeked up with his eyes.

'Then pineapple pizza with pineapple cookies... um?'

Raon stopped talking and turned around. The voices of the Light Wind Squad were coming from outside.

"What is it?"

-M, m, I was about to say something and where are you going! If you start talking, finish it...

"Wait a minute."

Raon pushed away the clinging Wrath and went outside. The Light Wind Squad swordsmen, including Burren, were gathered in front of Rimer's accommodation.

"What's going on?"

"I thought you might have finished your training, so I came to ask about the next schedule, but you didn't answer."

Burren tilted his head curiously.

Raon frowned. The higher the expert, the less time it takes to train. Rimer didn't have major injuries, so he should have been out long ago, kicking the door open and sunbathing.

"I'll open it."

Raon opened the door carefully after sending away the Light Wind Squad members. Rimer was lying flat on the floor with his eyes closed.

"Ah, are you sleeping?"

"You must be tired."

"Sorry for worrying."

The swordsmen looked at the lying Rimer and let out a deflated laugh. It seemed they were relieved because it was the same posture he usually showed on the training ground platform.

However, he was different now.

"No."

Raon bit his lip and ran to Rimer. 'His consciousness is completely gone.' He wasn't just sleeping; he had lost consciousness.

Uuuuuuung!

Raon grabbed Rimer's shoulder and poured Cultivation of Ten Thousand Flames to check his condition. 'Is this the mana circuit?' Dry saliva went down his throat. Rimer's mana circuit was narrower than Raon's own when he was cursed by Hohan.

If Raon's mana circuit had shrunk because of the cold, Rimer's was in a state where the circuit itself was narrowed like constricted.

Raon manipulated the aura finely like threading a needle through a needle hole to pass through the narrowed mana circuit and check Rimer's dantian. 'What kind of dantian is this...' Rimer's dantian was cracked like it would break if touched, and the dantian wall itself was thin like paper.

It was too unstable, and if touched wrong, it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠would burst.

'That's why...' Because the lower dantian couldn't withstand stably, the mana circuit was burdened and narrowed like sand grains. With the brain qi used, the body condition had worsened even more.

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Fighting Buwang Roman on an equal footing in this state, if this person's dantian was fine, how strong would he be? 'It wouldn't have been pain that could be endured.' Raon bit his teeth tightly. He knew how painful the mana circuit pain was due to Hohan's curse. The image of Rimer's face smiling as if nothing while feeling the excruciating pain made his stomach twist.

Uuuuuuu!

He tried alternating Cultivation of Ten Thousand Flames and Glacia to unravel the tangled mana circuit, but it was difficult because of the weakened dantian.

'It's a waste of time.' It wasn't a serious injury from the fight, but because he had overdone it with an already bad body, aura alone couldn't help.

He would wake up after time passes, but eventually it was a death sentence. Rimer would lose his strength as is and slowly head towards death.

To recover this idiot, an elixir was needed. Especially one that could loosen the hardened mana circuit or protect the dantian.

"Huu..."

After Raon recovered the aura from Rimer, he let go of his hand.

"Eh, what happened!"

"Is this human safe? Right?"

"Raon..."

Burren, Martha, and Runaan rushed over at the same time. Worry was all over their faces.

"It's not good."

"Eh?"

"What?"

"I, is it that badly injured?"

"This time it's not the injury. It's been like this since before..."

Raon quickly explained Rimer's condition.

"Ah!"

"Such..."

"That idiot..."

The swordsmen bit their lips bloody knowing that the idiot had overdone it even in his bad state.

Clap!

Raon clapped his hands. It was similar to the resonance when Rimer usually gathered his gaze.

"I will give you a mission."

"I, mission?"

"Yeah. Burren, you go back to the family with the 3rd squad and get an elixir suitable for the head's situation. If you don't get it..."

He gestured to call Dorian.

"Ah, yes!"

"Take that out."

"Ah, that one."

Even without saying it specially, Dorian took out a golden badge from his belly pouch.

"The, gold tablet?"

"You entrusted this precious thing to Dorian?"

"It's important, so I put it in my wallet."

"W, wallet..."

Raon handed the gold tablet to the wide-eyed Burren.

"Even if this isn't there, I'll give it, but just in case, take it."

The gold tablet was originally to be collected to make Sylvia direct lineage, but now it wasn't the time to hide it. 'It's likely not in the family, but it's better not to go than not to go.' Glenn and Rimer are close. If there was an elixir in Zieghart to recover dantian, he would have fed it to Rimer long ago. He sent Burren, but it was better not to expect much.

"Ah, I got it."

Burren held the gold tablet with trembling hands.

"Martha. You go to the big city near here with the 1st squad and search the auction house. Find all elixirs that recover mana circuit and dantian."

This time, he took out a pouch of 1000 gold coins from Dorian's pouch.

"You can do it, right?"

"..."

"Of course."

Unlike usual, Martha closed her mouth tightly and nodded.

"Runaan. You are the most important. Protect the head and the village with the 2nd squad."

"Uh!"

Runaan nodded with both fists clenched.

"You weren't going to stay here?"

Burren opened his eyes wide, thinking he would stay.

"I have a place to go."

"Where to go..."

"Lohengrin's dungeon."

Raon exhaled faintly and stood up.

If it's that magician's dungeon who learned alchemy and pill-making, there might be elixirs to improve Rimer's condition.

"M, dungeon?"

"The one Lector mentioned?"

"Yeah."

He nodded.

"Be careful! The magician's dungeon is full of traps, formations, and monsters!"

"Right. The people who went in there must all be normal!"

Burren and Martha both leaned in with their faces.

"It's okay."

Raon recalled his assassin days and smiled faintly. 'Since I can find traps and formations.'