The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1319 "Th-That bastard is crazy!" Krein vented his frustration as he climbed the dark North Grave Mountain. "He sent us to the family estate first and then clashed with Archangel Uriel! His complexion was obviously pale, so why isn't he resting and causing this chaos instead!" He ground his teeth so hard they made noise, clearly furious at that person who made them climb North Grave Mountain in the middle of the night. "It's not just about resting, he needs treatment..." Dorian let out a deep sigh next to Krein. "It's not just simple injuries, but severe internal wounds." He shook his head, saying he had read Raon's mind with his Mind's Eye. "In-internal wounds? That guy is really insane?" "Well, he clashed with Archangels consecutively, so it would be stranger if he was normal..." "He said he wouldn't leave today's training to someone else and would move personally? Really, why is he doing this!" "At this point, he's not a Sword Sage but a Sword Demon or Sword Devil!" Other Swordsmen from the Martial Prowess division climbing North Grave Mountain with Krein also voiced their complaints one by one. "I don't know about other things, but I don't think Lord Raon should become the head of house." "R-right! I was also hoping Lord Raon would become head of house over Lord Karoon, but thinking about it now, I was completely wrong!" "Pride and Zieghart's reputation would rise higher than now, but..." "Right. We'll die first under that name. We must stop it at all costs!" The Swordsmen who originally respected Raon now firmly shook their heads, saying he must not become head of house. "Oh, is that so?" Martha approached behind the angry Swordsmen, putting her arms around their shoulders with a cold smile. "M-Miss Rakshasa. No, Lady Martha!" "Gasp!" "Th-there..." The Swordsmen trembled in their eyes, startled by the appearance of Martha, Raon's closest aide. "Stupid fools!" Martha frowned and slammed the Swordsmen to the ground. "Swordsmen of Zieghart, the strongest among the Five Kings, would reject their head of house just because they're afraid of training? Should I blow off your heads right now?" She placed her hand on her sword, saying she would do so if they wanted. "N-no!" "It was just a joke! A joke!" "Yes! I love this training!" The Swordsmen shouted that they were just joking and hurriedly ran up the mountain. "Hmph!" Martha snorted and dusted off her hands as if they were pathetic. "Don't be so harsh." Burren sighed at Martha. "Even we who have been doing focus enhancement training continuously find it tough, so those guys would find it even harder." He smiled faintly, saying they should understand the Swordsmen who suddenly got additional training. "Because you let them off so gently, those idiots act up." Martha nodded her chin in displeasure. "A Swordsman should fundamentally train by risking their life! Since you never know when you'll die, you should be happy the stronger the training is!" She clicked her tongue, saying you can only grow when a crisis that makes you feel death comes. "Someday those guys will understand too." Burren told her not to get too angry once more before disappearing to the east. "Miss Rakshasa. No, Martha..." Runaan approached Martha and brought her face close. "Wh-what!" Martha was startled by Runaan's sudden approach and hastily stepped back. "Well done..." Runaan gave Martha a thumbs up. "Huh...?" Martha opened her mouth wide looking at Runaan's thumbs up. "Beat up... all the guys who... badmouth Raon..." Runaan used words and language she would never normally use and nodded her head. "Keep it up..." She said well done once more and then climbed up to the peak of North Grave Mountain. "Ha!" Martha let out a hollow laugh watching Runaan's back as she climbed the mountain. "To think the day would come when I agree with that sleepyhead." She was shaking her head in disbelief when. "Martha." Raon came down in front of Martha and drew his Heavenly Drive. "No explanation needed, right?" He nodded calmly, suggesting they start sparring immediately. "W-wait! I'm first?" Martha frowned, asking what he suddenly meant. "I haven't even warmed up yet!" She bit her lips, asking why he suddenly left the guys below and came directly to her. "Besides, I've been taking your side all this time!" Martha ground her teeth as if it was ridiculous. "A Swordsman should always be prepared. As you said, you never know when you'll die." Raon raised his Heavenly Drive as if he would start immediately even if Martha didn't draw her sword. "Grr! Fine! Let's see what you've got!" Martha drew her sword, grumbling that she would warm up while fighting. "I don't know what this new exhaustion training is, but I'll land at least one blow on you!" She charged forward and struck down with her sword, telling him to feel how much she had changed. Claaaaaang! Raon lightly deflected Martha's sword strike and then slashed his Heavenly Drive diagonally. Whooooosh! The red-hot blade swept past Martha's neck. "Huh...?" Martha dropped her sword and knelt in place. "Ahh..." She clutched her neck at the chilling sensation of her throat being cut and the shocking pain, then fell backward. "Aaaaaaahhhhh!" Martha couldn't bear the fear of death and the pain of being cut by the blade, and screamed at the top of her lungs. 'Wh-why? Why did Raon...?' Raon was someone she trusted as much as her mother. No, even more than her mother. She couldn't understand why he had killed her. 'Is this real death? My body seems to be getting colder...' She had come close to death many times, but this was the first time she felt death so closely. Her body and mind were drifting apart, and she began to feel cold as if trapped in ice. 'It hurts so much and I feel so sad. But...' Martha took short breaths while looking at Raon standing quietly. 'When am I going to die?' She had clearly been struck down with her throat cut by Raon, but strangely her breath wasn't stopping and she could keep thinking. No, breathing wasn't even difficult. "What, what... huh?" She was speaking when her eyes widened. With her throat cut, speaking should be impossible. "What is this!" Martha was shocked and touched her neck again. The throat she thought had been cut by Heavenly Drive was perfectly attached in place, with only a very minor scratch. "You..." She ground her teeth at Raon who was watching quietly. "What did you do to me!" Martha shouted for him to speak quickly and stood up on trembling legs. "I pretended to cut your throat while using Soul Sword to give your soul a shock similar to death." Raon rested Heavenly Drive on his shoulder and drew a subtle smile. "It's about deceiving your soul into thinking it died. It's probably similar to when a condemned prisoner is blindfolded and has cold ice placed on their neck - they think they've been cut by a blade and their breath stops." He waved his hand calmly as if it was nothing special. "Th-that's possible?" Martha's jaw trembled as if it was unbelievable. "Originally it would be impossible for me too. However, it became possible thanks to my Soul Sword growing through this mission. I was a bit anxious when practicing, but fortunately it succeeded." Raon grinned, saying what he did to Martha was both practice and confirmation. "Pr-practice..." Martha still stroked her neck as if creeped out. "Interesting, right? Let's do it again. It's hard to do many times, but it'll be much more effective than focus enhancement training." He raised his Heavenly Drive again, suggesting they try once more. "Ughhh..." Martha let out a creepy breath. "I was wrong. Those guys were right." She chewed her lips while looking at the excited Raon. "You absolutely cannot become head of house! You crazy bastard!" * * * Raon came down the mountain after finishing all the training that gave the Swordsmen's souls a shock similar to death using Soul Sword. 'Fortunately, all were successful.' It was difficult to control the power of Soul Sword so that no aftereffects would remain on the Swordsmen's souls, but fortunately he was able to let everyone feel death. Those who participated in today's training would surely become stronger. -You had no choice but to succeed. Wrath looked at him and twisted his lips. -You practiced countless times on your own soul, so how could it fail! He frowned, saying the number of practice attempts was uncountable. 'Doing it to myself and doing it to others are different.' Raon said he was anxious even while doing it and smacked his lips. -Anyway, you're such a whiner. Wrath snorted, saying there was no need to be anxious at all. 'Then that's good.' Raon smiled and put Heavenly Drive back in its sheath. "Today was shocking." Sheryl shook her head as if bewildered. "I never knew this kind of Cultivation was possible." She let out a hollow laugh, saying she never knew you could shock the soul to make them feel real death. "Hehehe..." Roenn looked up at North Grave Mountain and blinked his wrinkled eyes. "Everyone is completely exhausted. It seems it will take quite some time to recover their mental strength." He swallowed his dry saliva, saying it was training that drained people's energy as much as death itself. "Instead, they'll rise up that much stronger." Sheryl looked at North Grave Mountain following Roenn and curled up her lips. "People who have felt death always become tougher." She nodded, saying it was better training than anything else in that regard. "That's right. Physical strength, mental strength, and even swordsmanship realm. They'll be able to grow in all areas." Raon agreed with Sheryl's words and drew a subtle smile. "The problem is that it's hard to do many times. That's why I sought out the Swordsmen first before recovering my body." Although his physical injuries were deep, his mental strength was still fine even now. No, having clashed with Archangels consecutively, his condition was better than ever, so he wanted to give the Swordsmen new training with Soul Sword. "Ah, so that's why..." Sheryl let out an intense exclamation, saying she now understood why Raon started training immediately. "Huhhh..." Roenn also opened his mouth wide in admiration rather than laughter this time. -Hmph! It wasn't for thinking of your subordinates, but to relieve the stress from getting beaten by Uriel, right? Wrath snorted as if he knew everything. 'Maybe.' Raon lightly dismissed Wrath's provocation and waved his hand. 'Let me ask you one thing too. What you said yesterday.' He narrowed his eyes, recalling what Wrath had said when walking to the Lord's Manor. 'What does it mean that my soul is boiling like lava?' -It's exactly as I said. Wrath shrugged his shoulders. -At that time, your soul was boiling as if it would explode and surging violently. The guy blinked, saying it was the literal meaning. 'Surging violently?' Raon tilted his head. 'There wasn't anything particularly strange at that time?' Unlike what Wrath said, his body and soul had no changes at that time. He had only exchanged good words with External Commander Illiune, so he didn't understand what was supposed to be boiling. 'Perhaps...' Raon was about to speak to Wrath again when. "T-Temporary head of house!" Shadow Agents' Leader Chad came running while waving both hands. He shouted as if coughing up blood, as though it was the most important news. "The Head of House has returned!"