The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1364 "Right now..." Raon's lips trembled slightly as he looked at Glenn. "Did you say sword dance?" Until now, Glenn had taught him swordsmanship or demonstrated sword techniques many times. But this was the first time he said he would show a sword dance, so it was a bit confusing. -Has that old geezer gone senile...? Wrath frowned deeply. -Tomorrow is war, so what's this about dancing! And with that scruffy-haired grandson! He clicked his tongue roughly, saying he couldn't understand Glenn. "Yes. It's a sword dance." Glenn drew a faint smile as he looked at the flustered Raon. "This isn't great swordsmanship or flashy techniques, just a small dance." He nodded, saying it wasn't particularly special, so he had no choice but to call it a sword dance. 'Then it must be very special.' Raon bit his lips thinly. 'Grandfather always speaks like that.' Glenn was someone who had once said that even the Soul Sword wasn't special. Seeing him say it's nothing special now, it was surely going to be an amazing dance. "I understand." Raon nodded and took a step back. "I'll watch from here until the end." He said he would watch Glenn's entire dance and resonated the Ring of Fire. It was to read any flow of martial arts he might miss. "Thank you." Glenn said he was the one who was grateful and drew Heavenly Tremor. Pale moonlight settled on the silver blade that rose silently. Swooosh! Glenn drew a faint smile and slowly swept down Heavenly Tremor. The Heavenly Tremor in his hands extended in a straight trajectory that seemed like it wouldn't waver no matter how great a storm came. Whooooosh! Glenn's sword was peaceful. He didn't use the Thunder Sword that obtained true lightning, nor Zieghart's strong sword. Without drawing out aura at all, he pushed the blade forward gently like a young butterfly's wing flutter. "Hmm..." Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched Glenn's sword. 'What is this?' I really don't feel anything special. Just as Glenn had said, his sword dance was ordinary. Of course, his way of wielding the sword and fundamentals were excellent, but it was such mundane swordsmanship that even a Master-level swordsman who hadn't reached Transcendence, let alone the Absolute realm, could follow. 'Is he perhaps trying to relieve my tension?' Raon scratched his cheek, puzzled by Glenn's sword dance. 'It just seems like a dance performed with a sword.' Just as he was about to relax his eyes since he couldn't feel any special flow of Martial Will from Glenn's sword. Swooosh. Goosebumps rose as if all the hair on his body was standing on end. The cause was naturally Glenn's sword dance. Just watching the old man, who seemed to lack the strength to straighten his back, swing as if chasing birds made his spine tingle. Swooosh! Following Glenn's sword, the lake's waves rippled. The water that had always been stagnant began to slowly rise into the air, following the sword's flow. The waves rising in arcs, the moonlight pouring out aurora-like gentle radiance, and the blade cutting through them painted an unreal beauty. 'This is...' Raon swallowed dry saliva as he watched Glenn's sword moving the world without aura. 'It's the sword that cleaves the world!' He finally realized it. The sword Glenn was displaying was the sword that cleaves the world, which the First Patriarch had shown. 'To think he reached that realm by himself.' Of course, it wasn't the same level of power or realm as the First Patriarch, but Glenn was also following the path he had taken. It was shocking. 'But it's a bit different.' Unlike the First Patriarch who changed the world's rules, Glenn seemed to follow the flow of this world without changing it. Since Glenn was a martial artist who tried not to violate the Law of Causality as much as possible, this seemed to be a difference in their fundamental personalities. Whooooosh! When Glenn's Heavenly Tremor turned toward him, he felt a terrifying energy as if a writhing divine dragon had settled in the powerless blade. Cold sweat flowed down his entire body. Even if he poured out all the swordsmanship he had learned, it seemed he wouldn't be able to overcome that frail-looking sword. Swoosh! When Glenn finished his sword dance and sheathed Heavenly Tremor, the lake's waves that had danced like a dancer settled down, and the moonlight regained its original color. It felt like returning from a dream world to reality in an instant. -Wh-what was that... Wrath also trembled his jaw as if shocked by Glenn's sword dance. -What the hell did that old geezer do! Even I, in spirit form, got goosebumps! He glared at Glenn, saying it was an impossible swordsmanship. "Did you see?" Despite dancing with his sword for only a short time, Glenn exhaled murky breath as if all his strength had been drained. "Yes. I saw it well." Raon said he had a good experience thanks to him and bowed deeply. "I wanted to show you." Glenn looked into his eyes and lifted his face with even deeper wrinkles. "Because you're also reaching for this realm." "Ah..." Raon trembled at his fingertips upon hearing Glenn's words. 'So grandfather knew everything after all.' Glenn seemed to know that he was pursuing the sword that cleaves the world and showed his own sword so it could be of some help. 'It was definitely different.' It was true that the First Patriarch's sword was at a higher realm. His sword was a completed form with no further path to advance. But because he witnessed Glenn's sword directly before his eyes within breathing distance, it felt more deeply real. The traces of the world-changing sword dwelling in his soul seemed to have deepened further. "Thank you." Raon said it was a great help and bowed his head once more. "I ask of you." Glenn approached with slow steps and placed his hand on his shoulder. "I won't be able to move in this war, so there will be many things you'll have to do." He added weight to the hand holding his shoulder, saying many people's lives depended on his sword. "...Yes." Raon bit his lips slightly, feeling the weight of being the head of house once more through Glenn's words. "Thank you. Then tomorrow... no, let's see each other later." Glenn left those words and passed by him. He seemed to be going to the Lord's Manor for final preparations. "..." Raon bowed his head toward Glenn's back as it disappeared into the darkness. "Thank you. Following Head of House's teachings..." He clenched his fist and made a resolution not only to Glenn but to himself. "I will save everyone." Raon placed his hand on Heavenly Drive, swearing to save everyone who came into his sight. -Make your oath later! I have something I'm curious about. Wrath lifted his chin toward him. -Can you also wield the same sword as that old geezer? He frowned as if it was an important question. 'I can't.' Raon waved his hand without hesitation. -Hah, as expected... 'However...' He nodded firmly toward Wrath, who was sighing with relief. 'It won't be long now.' * * * Chirp chirp! Raon stood up from his chair upon hearing the bird sounds announcing morning. He put on the Black Dragon Coat hanging on the wall and fastened Heavenly Drive and the Wooden Ring Sword to his waist. Just as he was about to grab the door handle, he looked back at the room once more. He briefly looked at the room that had become worn from living there since childhood, then opened the door and went outside. "Young Master." "It should be good to eat now." Helen and Judiel offered him a plate with sandwiches on it as always. "Thank you." Raon took a bite of the sandwich and walked to the entrance. In front of the entrance, his family and other maids were waiting. "Take care." Sylvia no longer cried. She held his hand affectionately, having faith that he would return safely. "Ah! I should have gone with you! My body still hasn't fully recovered, so there's nothing I can do! I'll leave it to my son this time!" Edgar twisted his lips upward, putting on his usual bluster. "As Raon said, this older sister will protect the annex building!" Sia snorted, saying she would protect the people of the annex building with the swordsmanship she learned from him. "I'll be back." Raon made eye contact with not only Sylvia, Edgar, and Sia, but also each of the maids who had been with him since childhood, then drew a faint smile. "It won't take long." Having confidence that he would absolutely not lose, he said he would return soon and opened the door of the annex building to go outside. "Raon!" Evelyn waved her hand vigorously. She wore an antique robe befitting an Archmage for the first time in a while and drew a smile with deep dimples in her cheeks. "Palace Master! I'm ready too!" Yua had also taken off her maid outfit and was smiling brightly while wearing the Light Wind Palace uniform. "Right." Raon smiled at the two of them and headed toward the main building together. In front of the main building, the Light Wind Palace Swordsmen were waiting for him in perfectly aligned ranks. "We greet the Palace Master!" The Light Wind Palace Swordsmen bowed to him with blade-like momentum, as if they had undergone another new change in just one night. "I like the momentum." Raon stroked his chin, feeling satisfaction at the sharp momentum of the Light Wind Palace Swordsmen. "Thank you." Burren bowed his head heavily, seeming pleased by the praise for Light Wind Palace. "I barely managed to stop them from training all night yesterday." Martha grinned, saying the momentum couldn't help but be good. "Everyone is overflowing with energy..." Runaan let out a very faint smile, saying she wasn't worried about the war. "Let's go." Raon led the swordsmen who could now be called Zieghart's strongest without any shame into the head of house's great training ground. Roooooar! Most of the martial forces had already taken their positions in the training ground, and all of them were emitting sharp blue energy waves fierce enough that it wouldn't be strange if they fought right now. "Hey! Nephew!" "Our nephew is here!" As soon as Balder and Alice saw Raon, they waved their hands wildly. As expected, those two didn't seem to care much that today was war. "Light Wind Palace Master." Karoon sent his gaze to Raon first. "Central Martial Palace Master." Raon bowed his head to Karoon who was looking this way. As he greeted him and looked around, the Central Martial Palace swordsmen had also achieved much growth during this time and were radiating sharp momentum no less than Light Wind Palace. "Let's work well together." Karoon nodded his chin as if saying they should do well at least in war. "...I ask for your cooperation as well." Raon smiled faintly and bent his waist. He hadn't thought he would have such a conversation with Karoon, but it didn't feel bad, so laughter naturally came out. "Hup!" "Oh..." "Wow?" Both Light Wind Palace and Central Martial Palace swordsmen let out exclamations as if amazed by their respective leaders' appearances. Kuuuung! When all the remaining martial forces behind Light Wind Palace had entered, the gatekeepers of the training ground struck the ground with their great swords. "The Sky of Zieghart enters!" Along with the gatekeepers' shouts, both doors of the training ground opened as if they would break, and Glenn appeared together with the Heavenly Blade Division. Roooooar! Glenn was no longer the benevolent Sword God of today, but had returned to being the Destructive King of the North who once ruled the frozen lands, emitting energy waves so sharp they seemed ready to tear skin as he headed to the platform. The old man who had shown fatigue just yesterday was now overwhelming thousands of swordsmen with tyrannical momentum that could split the world and more. Gulp. Zieghart's swordsmen couldn't breathe properly under Glenn's mighty energy waves, but smiles bloomed on their lips. They had gained faith that they would absolutely not lose because that man was there. -Look at that. Wrath twisted his lips long as he watched that scene. -A king should naturally have such an appearance! He nodded greatly as if he liked Glenn's momentum for the first time. -No matter how difficult the battle, you must give your subjects the faith that they will never lose as long as their king is there! Wrath clenched his fist, saying that was exactly the kind of spirit a king should have. 'I can feel it too.' Raon swallowed dry saliva as he felt the intense spirit blooming from Glenn. 'But I still have a long way to go before becoming a king. For now, let me take it a bit easy...' Just as he was about to say he would comfortably lead only Light Wind Palace. "Before talking about war, there's something we must decide first." Glenn walked forward to the front of the platform with his hands behind his back. "I declared that I would decide the family's successor before the war, so I must keep that promise." He said he would announce the successor's name right now and lowered his proudly settled gaze to look alternately at Raon and Karoon. Gulp. It wasn't the sound of just one person swallowing. All the swordsmen in the training ground were looking only at Glenn's mouth with eyes filled with tension greater than war itself. "Raon Zieghart." Glenn said Raon's name and nodded calmly. "You are the successor of this Destructive King of the North, Glenn Zieghart."