The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1348 Raon followed Bjorn toward the western end of the Viking island. Unlike before, he walked along a clean path where no vegetation existed at all, recalling the words Bjorn had spoken just moments ago. 'My flame and swordsmanship also remain here?' Bjorn said that the flames of Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation remained on this island when he was about to leave. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't understand the meaning of those words. "Chieftain." Raon moved beside Bjorn who was walking ahead. "What do you mean by saying my sword and flames remain on this island?" He slightly lowered his chin, asking for an explanation before they arrived. "This is a path that only the chieftain among Vikings can take." Bjorn nodded while pointing to the path he was currently walking on. "It's the warrior's path established since our distant ancestors. And the reason this path was created is..." He turned to look at him and nodded seriously. "It was said to be for a true warrior." Bjorn flashed eyes burning with passion as he spoke of a true warrior. "A true warrior?" Raon tilted his head as his questions deepened further. "Actually, when I first became chieftain, I didn't understand why I had to preserve something like this." Bjorn let out a hollow laugh as if he himself hadn't known well either. "But now I understand. This path is not for us Vikings..." He raised his fingers that had lived as a warrior and pointed at him. "It is for you." Bjorn drew a deep smile, saying that the path he was walking now was for Raon. "A path for me. What does that..." Raon opened his eyes wide as he seemed to fall deeper into a maze of confusion. "It would be faster to see it rather than explaining." Bjorn turned his body again as if they had almost arrived and proceeded along the increasingly wider path. -I smell something fishy? Wrath flew to Bjorn's back and sniffed. -In my opinion, this guy seems to be trying to sell you out. The guy twitched his eyebrows, telling him to run away even now. 'Your intuition is shit intuition.' Raon waved his hand telling him not to talk nonsense and followed Bjorn. Hwaaaaa! Just before reaching the western end of the island where the ocean scent flowed again, Bjorn changed direction. He moved north where the sound of waterfalls, not waves, could be heard. Following Bjorn a little further, he could see a massive waterfall pouring down water as if it would destroy the island. He didn't know there would be such a magnificent waterfall on the Viking island, so his mouth fell open without realizing it. However, the shape of the waterfall was grotesquely twisted unlike ordinary ones, making it look as if it had been artificially created. "Let's go!" Bjorn said they had really arrived now and ran toward the waterfall. He leaped over the rocks in one bound and entered the inside of the waterfall where the water was pouring down. 'Is it inside there?' After steadying his breathing, Raon kicked off the moss-covered rocks and crossed the waterfall to enter inside. 'Is this the place?' It was dark. Since it was a waterfall cave where no light came in at all, nothing could be seen. 'But...' Raon narrowed his eyes as he walked through the space where no light shone at all. 'It's warm.' Outside, water colder than ice was falling, and no light came into the cave at all, but strangely, a warmth even warmer than outside could be felt. 'Moreover...' Raon deeply furrowed his brows. 'I can feel a familiar aura too.' It was the moment Raon let out an empty breath and followed Bjorn deeper into the cave. Hwaaaaa! Golden light bloomed from the cave walls. No, it wasn't just light but flames. Golden flames resembling the sun extended along the cave walls, burning softly like embers. "This is..." Raon swallowed dry saliva as he looked at the flames burning on the wall. 'It's Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation.' The golden flames burning on the wall were the heat created by Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation. 'Moreover...' The line connected by those flames is a swordsmanship form. The line connected by Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation's flames was the trajectory of swordsmanship. It meant that flames created through swordsmanship had remained on the cave walls until now. -Wh, what is this! Wrath also trembled his chin in amazement. -Traces left by aura from the past are still burning until now? The guy bit his lips saying it didn't make sense. "I told you, didn't I?" Bjorn turned his back and drew a faint smile. "That it would be better to see it directly rather than explaining." He spread both arms as if asking how it was. "This certainly can't be expressed in words." Raon nodded heavily as he looked at the golden flames burning behind Bjorn. "As Lord Raon would naturally know, the lines drawn on those walls are traces of swordsmanship. Traces left by a warrior who came to this land a thousand years ago." Bjorn clenched his fist tightly, saying these were traces left by an external warrior, not their own Vikings. "Yes. I know." Raon exhaled a heavy breath and slightly bit his lips. 'I somewhat expected it to be traces of the First Patriarch.' Since they said his flames and swordsmanship remained, he had anticipated there might be traces of the First Patriarch. 'But...' The fact that the flames he left were still burning now was something he had never even imagined. "This Viking island where we're standing now was not originally an island." Bjorn spoke unbelievable words with serious eyes as if there was not a trace of lie. "The edge of the continent broke off when that warrior and the black monster waged war." He lowered his eyebrows while saying words that would only come from myths. "Those traces were left by that warrior from the distant past while fighting the black monster." Bjorn took a deep breath, saying the battle traces of the First Patriarch remained and were still burning until now. "Hmm..." Raon furrowed his brows again as he looked at the traces of swordsmanship. -That's bullshit! Wrath snorted. -If he's your ancestor from a thousand years ago, how could flames from that time remain until now! The guy shook his head, saying it was impossible even for him. -Ice would make more sense, but flames with nothing to burn...' 'No.' Raon firmly cut off Wrath's words. 'That's our ancestor's flame. And...' He frowned as he saw something black sizzling inside the golden flames. 'There's still something for the flames to burn.' The First Patriarch's flames weren't simply burning the cave walls. They were sizzling the aura of the black monster attached to the walls until now. 'As expected, the black monster was Anima.' The black monster the Vikings spoke of was definitely Anima with its pupils' black and white reversed. As he had thought before, it seemed the First Patriarch couldn't end the war even after fighting and defeating the Dragon of Destruction. 'Hah...' Raon clenched his fist with trembling hands. 'Splitting the land to create an island, and flames burning for a thousand years...' This isn't even a war between gods and demons. What the hell is this... It was so hard to believe even seeing it with his own eyes that he let out a hollow laugh in disbelief. 'But...' Raon took in the traces of swordsmanship leading along the wall with both eyes and slightly narrowed his brows. 'What kind of swordsmanship is that?' He had reached the Absolute realm and could perform all swordsmanship of Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, but the swordsmanship the First Patriarch left on this island was something he didn't know at all. 'I don't understand.' Even at his current level, he couldn't accurately understand the swordsmanship left by the First Patriarch. 'Let me try...' Raon steadied his breathing and operated Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and Ring of Fire simultaneously. Gooooooo! As he activated Ring of Fire and Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, the First Patriarch's flames that had been burning the walls began responding to him, emitting increasingly intense light and heat as they burned Anima's aura. 'Hmm.' Raon bit his lips slightly as he watched the intensifying flame traces. 'I can see it a little.' Only after operating Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and Ring of Fire to their utmost could he understand what the First Patriarch's traces were. 'This isn't simply swordsmanship to kill enemies.' It's a sword that splits the world. Anima continued to revive and appear despite being cut by the First Patriarch multiple times. The First Patriarch seemed to have changed even the rules of the world to kill such Anima for certain. However, unlike other times, the First Patriarch's memories didn't surface within him, so he couldn't know how this battle ended. It seemed like it was such a difficult fight that he couldn't leave behind any arrangements. -Heouk... Wrath made a gasping sound and trembled. -Such, such a madman existed! The guy also seemed to have felt the true martial arts remaining in the First Patriarch's traces through the intensified flames. "How is it?" Bjorn pointed to the wall and lifted his chin. "As I said, Lord Raon's flames and swordsmanship remain here, don't they?" He smiled, saying he knew these flames and swordsmanship would be related to him. "It's true that this person and I are related. However..." Raon approached the wall and touched the First Patriarch's flames that still held heat. "This is not something I can replicate right now." He had thought he could replicate the First Patriarch's swordsmanship to some extent, but that wasn't the case at all. He was still far away from that level. 'Probably...' Raon furrowed his brows as he traced the First Patriarch's traces with his finger. 'The First Patriarch at this time was probably at his strongest yet oldest.' His swordsmanship realm had surpassed even the Absolute, but it could be felt that the body wielding that sword had aged considerably. The First Patriarch at this time seemed to be facing death. Whooooosh! As Raon traced the swordsmanship left by the First Patriarch from beginning to end with his fingertips, the golden flames remaining on the wall blazed violently as if about to explode. Kwaaaaaa! The First Patriarch's flames burned away all the faintly remaining Anima aura with lava-like searing heat, then slowly died down. Darkness came to the cave for the first time in a thousand years. "Gasp!" Bjorn panicked at the suddenly extinguished flames and flailed his hands with his large frame. "Wh, what happened! The flames suddenly disappeared!" He thought it was his ancestors' trace, so he stomped his feet not knowing what to do. "No. It hasn't disappeared." Raon thought of the First Patriarch's flames and swordsmanship engraved at his fingertips. No, in his soul, and slowly closed then opened his eyes. Though he couldn't see the First Patriarch's memories, through today's events, it seemed he had found a path to grow once more. "Because his sword remains with me." Raon gripped the Heavenly Drive, vowing to continue following the First Patriarch's sword. * * * "Then we'll be going now." Raon bowed his head to Bjorn. "Thank you so much for the final gift." He expressed gratitude for showing him the traces left by the First Patriarch and gripped the Heavenly Drive that still seemed to radiate heat. "Not at all. Rather, we received great help!" Bjorn shook his head vigorously, telling him not to say such things. "As promised, on the day of war. All Vikings will fight on the side of the Five Kings. No, at the forefront of Zieghart!" He clenched his large fist, saying they would wage war against Eden under Zieghart's banner. "Yes. I'll be waiting." Raon nodded while expressing his gratitude. "Our benefactor is leaving!" When Bjorn stomped his feet and raised his fist, the Vikings behind him all came forward at once. "Escort him until the sea opens!" When Bjorn let out a roar that shook the island and beat his own chest with his fist, the other Vikings also beat their chests in the same manner. The Viking greeting looked fierce and violent, but it was splendid and boisterous, allowing one to feel their affection. "Honor to the comrade who shared swords with us!" Raon drew the Heavenly Drive and performed a sword salute while receiving the Vikings' greeting that made his chest resonate. Cheoeooeok! The Light Wind Palace swordsmen also raised their swords and showed a sword salute to the Vikings who had trained together with them for a week. Zieghart and the Vikings, who had met with hostility, parted with smiles that showed not a trace of resentment. Chaang! After finishing the final farewell, Raon turned his back without regret. A satisfied smile appeared because he had gained more people he could entrust his back to. "We're finally going back." Alice yawned and shook her head. "You guys seem to have enjoyed yourselves, but I was so bored." She smacked her lips, saying things ended too quickly and weren't as fun as expected. "Sigh, the way back will be boring."