The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1239 Martha's sword fell diagonally, drawing a long tail like a comet. "Mom! How about this?" As soon as she executed her swordsmanship, she called out to Elena standing on the right with eyes filled with anticipation. "Hmm...." Elena slightly closed her eyes as if visualizing Martha's swordsmanship in her mind. "I think it would be better to cut the swordsmanship a bit shorter." She slowly opened her eyes and nodded to Martha. "Right now you're dragging the sword tip too long, giving an opening for counterattack. It looks better to cut it shorter and prepare for combination techniques." Elena wiggled her finger and honestly spoke what she had been thinking while watching Martha's sword. "Ma, Martha. But is it really okay to listen to what I say?" She let out a long sigh. "As you know, I don't know anything about swords or martial arts." Elena trembled her fingertips slightly as if worried about Martha. "I really just say whatever comes to mind...." "Mom. Just wait a moment." Martha stepped to the side and raised her sword again to apply the advice she heard from Elena. Whoooooosh! Following Elena's advice, instead of bringing the sword down until it touched the ground, she stopped it midway, and the next technique, a thrusting stance, was naturally prepared, allowing for a sharp follow-up strike. "Was my swordsmanship like this from the beginning?" Martha let out a hollow laugh as she reflected on the perfect thrust she had executed. Seeing how naturally the techniques flowed together, she became convinced that she had been learning swordsmanship incorrectly all this time and that Elena's advice was accurate. "Mom!" Martha turned to look at Elena with eyes full of anticipation. "How did you come to see the flaws in my swordsmanship?" Elena was an ordinary person who knew nothing about swordsmanship or martial arts. Even a Grandmaster wouldn't be able to find gaps just by watching her swordsmanship once, so she couldn't understand how Elena had given such perfect advice. "Well...." Elena scratched her cheek as if she didn't know either. "I just see it. Not just your swordsmanship, but I can just feel that it would be better to move your aura differently too." She nodded, saying that she could naturally see the shortcomings not just in swordsmanship but also in aura movement. "I don't really know the reason either." Elena smacked her lips as if it wasn't any special theory or experience, but just intuition. "It seems that crazy bitch left behind a gift." Martha drove her sword into the training ground floor and showed a cold smile. "If you mean crazy bitch...." Elena blinked her eyes. "The. Leader. of. the. White. Blood. Religion." Martha chewed out the Leader of the White Blood Religion's title one word at a time. "It must be because of that damn bitch who stole mom's body." Elena had not lost herself even while having her body stolen by the Leader of the White Blood Religion for over ten years, and had endured to the end even with her soul being crushed. Although she couldn't move her body, having seen and experienced many things through the eyes of the Leader of the White Blood Religion, who was a Transcendent, it seemed she had developed the ability to find gaps in martial arts. (E/N: But she was not a swordsman either...Oh well, who cares...) "Ah, that's why!" Elena let out a low exclamation as if she realized what had happened to her through Martha's words. "Seeing how you find flaws in my martial arts and immediately suggest improvements...." Martha stroked her chin with conviction. "Mom's level of viewing martial arts is at least Transcendent or higher!" Her current level was at the Peak of Grandmaster. Though she was inferior to Runaan, if there was an opportunity, she could potentially overcome the barrier and reach Transcendence. Seeing how Elena could grasp her martial arts at a glance, Elena's perspective was that of a Transcendent. There was a high possibility she was even in the upper ranks of Transcendents. "Mom. Just a moment." Martha approached Elena, grabbed her wrist, and pushed aura into her. 'All her mana circuits are open.' And even more cleanly than Martha herself. Elena's mana circuits stretched wide and long like the royal roads of a kingdom. Seeing them even cleaner than her own as a Grandmaster meant it was the body of a Transcendent. "Why, why are you doing that?" Elena felt heat suddenly rising in her body due to Martha's aura and let out a gasp. "Mom! Don't you want to learn the sword?" Martha grabbed both of Elena's hands and shook them. "If mom starts learning the sword, you'll be able to reach Transcendence in the shortest time possible!" Elena's body was already that of a Transcendent, her mana circuits were clearly open, and her eye for martial arts was also that of a Transcendent. No, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to think she was already a Transcendent-level martial artist the moment she held a sword. "Me...?" Elena gasped as if she had never thought of such a thing. "Yes! I'm certain!" Martha nodded firmly, saying it was absolutely certain. "Wasn't I ordinary when you examined my body before?" Elena narrowed her eyes, asking if she wasn't fine when the Ragged Saint examined her body. "Mom regained her body after almost 20 years, so you might not have adapted yet. Or you might have accepted the magic left by the Leader of the White Blood Religion. I don't really know either." Martha rubbed her hands together, saying they would need to properly examine her to know for sure. "Hmm...." Elena slightly shifted her gaze as if worried. Just hearing the name of the Leader of the White Blood Religion still seemed to make her feel uncomfortable. "Then let's start lightly. First, help me with my training." Martha firmly held Elena's trembling hand. "Your training?" "Yes! And then maybe mom will want to hold a sword too." She told her to help with her own training first and gain interest in the sword. "Ugh...." Elena couldn't refuse her daughter's passionate gaze and slowly nodded. "Alright. But you need to be careful. I'm really just speaking from intuition." She sighed, telling Martha not to believe everything she said. "I understand! Thank you!" Martha giggled and hugged Elena. "If it's the two of us, we'll definitely be able to win." She clenched her fist tightly while thinking of the friend who had given her an overwhelming defeat. "Just wait a little. Runaan!" * * * "Hmm...." "Wh, isn't it a bit chilly somehow?" "Yeah. My spine is tingling." "It, it feels like we're standing on a battlefield, not a training ground." The Light Wind Palace Swordsmen training in the fifth training ground brushed away the goosebumps that had risen on their skin as if experiencing a cold they couldn't feel even in the middle of winter. "Hey." Krein walked sideways like a crab and poked Dorian's side with his elbow. "What do you think?" He pretended to look at the air while scanning Runaan, Martha, and Burren, who were separated on the right, center, and left respectively. "Wh, what about?" Dorian broke out in cold sweat on his forehead as if most startled by Krein, whose eyes rolled around like a ghost. "The squad leaders. No, what do you think about our Light Wind division's officers!" Krein slapped Dorian's back and bit his lip slightly. "They're all acting strange! Unlike usual, they're not talking and just training!" He panted while looking at Martha and Burren, who were focused only on their individual training as if they had returned to their old trainee days. "It's been strange ever since Lady Runaan and Lady Martha sparred. What if a big fight breaks out at this rate?" Krein held his head, wondering who would stop them if a fight broke out when Raon wasn't even here. "Hmm...." Dorian stroked his chin and smacked his lips briefly. "I think they'll be fine?" Unlike usual, he didn't seem particularly flustered and nodded calmly. "Fi, fine? Are you serious?" Krein grabbed Dorian's collar with his eyes wide open. "Neither of them is angry or excited. Rather, their hearts are at peace." Dorian smiled gently as if he had read Martha and Burren's hearts through his Mind's Eye. "It seems they've gained good experience or someone trustworthy is helping them." He lowered his hand, saying that Martha and Burren were in a very peaceful state. "Re, really?" Krein's jaw trembled as if he couldn't believe it. "You can tell by looking with your own eyes. Martha and Burren's swords have sincerity dwelling in them." Dorian told him to look directly and turned Krein's head. "Now that you mention it, it does seem that way." Krein frowned as if still not convinced by Dorian's words. "However...." Dorian looked toward the side that Krein hadn't mentioned and bit his lip deeply. "La, Lady Runaan is different." Dorian looked at Runaan with an even more serious gaze than when Krein had looked at Burren and Martha. "Lady Runaan? Lady Runaan is the same as usual though?" Krein tilted his head while looking at Runaan, who was sleeping leaning against a tree as usual. "I, I don't know exactly what's happening, but...." Dorian trembled all over as if he had returned to his usual cowardly self. "The feeling is worse than ever before." As Krein said, on the surface, Burren and Martha looked unstable, while Runaan, who was sleeping as usual, appeared stable. However, through his Mind's Eye, he was sensing chaotic energy from Runaan. Happiness and joy could be seen, but even greater chaos and discord were blooming, making his spine tingle with chills just from looking. "La, Lady Martha is quite perceptive." Dorian gasped while looking at Martha, who had instinctively noticed Runaan's change first and challenged her to a spar. "Th, then what do we do?" Krein rolled his eyes like a lizard as if anxious. "Si, since even Lady Martha was pushed back, there's nothing we can do." Dorian bit his lip, feeling helpless. "That person has no choice but to come out." * * * "Haah...." Raon opened his eyes while calmly regulating his breathing. His blazing red eyes undulated fiercely like looking at a starving beast rather than a person. He had been sitting in the center of the training ground meditating, looking up at the ceiling where soft lighting fell, then slowly stood up. He was merely standing up, but a magnificent aura rose like a massive pillar being erected. Kuguugugugugugu! Raon drew Heavenly Drive from his waist without even brushing off the dust on his training clothes. His beloved sword, which never lost its shine despite countless clashes with the Continent's finest swords, extended like a tiger's claws and carved sharp sword marks in the training ground. "I'm ready." Raon bowed respectfully to Glenn, who had been watching him from behind. His voice rang out sonorously as if imbued with the spirit of a battlefield general. "Let's begin." Raon said to start today's sparring match and pointed Heavenly Drive at Glenn. "It's been over a month since we came down to this training ground." Glenn approached Raon while closing his eyes. "You've truly changed so much in just that one month." He let out a hollow laugh while facing the fighting spirit burning in Raon's eyes. "Anyone who saw you would think you were fighting the Heavenly Demon." Glenn burst out laughing as if bewildered by Raon's transformation. "I need to change and become stronger to be of help to you, grandfather." Raon said he had lived this past month solely for that purpose and nodded heavily. "Hmm!" Glenn felt the sincerity conveyed in Raon's words and drew a gentle smile. "Today will be very different." Raon crossed Heavenly Drive and the Wooden Ring Sword while emitting crimson energy like the ghosts of Eden who used fighting spirit instead of aura. His powerful aura resonated throughout the training ground in an eerie and grand manner, not like Sword Emperor Raon Zieghart, but like the Heavenly Demon at the pinnacle of Eden. "I know. Today I'll see you not as my grandson, but as an enemy." Glenn felt goosebumps rising on the back of his hand and curled up the corners of his mouth. "Come at me."