The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 762 -Sp-Special ability? Wrath leapt up like a firecracker and rushed at Harren. -What kind of ability? Tell me immediately!" The creature seemed excited by the mention of a special ability, flicking its tongue. "What kind of ability is it?" Raon looked at Harren while gripping the scabbard of the Heavenly Drive tightly. He too felt a surge of anticipation at the mention of a special ability. "Hehe, look there." Harren grinned and pointed to the dragon head carved on the scabbard. "Do you see flames burning in the eyes?" "Oh? You're right." Raon nodded. When he first received the scabbard, the dragon's eyes were empty, but now he saw small sparks burning within them. "That's it!" Harren clapped his hands loudly while standing up straight. "The special ability is that it absorbs the aura you waste and makes flames burn in the dragon's eyes!" He laughed uproariously, saying it was amazing. Judging by his flushed cheeks, he seemed genuinely satisfied. -...... "......" Raon and Wrath blinked blankly at the gleeful Harren. Their anticipation crumbled like dry leaves, leaving them speechless. "Ah..." Unable to contain his embarrassment, Vulcan raised his hand to his eyes. "Isn't it cool?" Harren tilted his head, asking if this wasn't every man's dream. "Cool my ass!" Vulcan struck the back of Harren's head with his outstretched palm. With a loud smack, Harren's head hit the ground, sounding like a watermelon being split. "Why, why did you hit me!" "Didn't I tell you not to make useless functions!" Vulcan shook his head, pleading for him to stop doing stupid things. Judging by his earlier use of "again," this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. "The, the best ability is obviously that flame, but there's one more function!" Harren waved his hands, shouting not to hit him. "I bet it's another useless ability." Vulcan kicked Harren's side before turning to look at Raon. "I'm sorry. I'll make you a new one." He sighed deeply, saying he was ashamed for raising his son poorly. "Let's at least hear about it." Raon smiled faintly as he helped Harren up. Vulcan had spent his lifespan reinforcing the Heavenly Drive. Raon didn't want to ask him to work on the scabbard too, so if the function wasn't bad, he wanted to use it as is. "Dr-drawing technique..." Harren stood up, holding his bruised side. "There's a function to assist with drawing techniques." "Drawing techniques?" Raon's eyes widened at the sudden mention of drawing techniques. "Why drawing techniques of all things..." Vulcan furrowed his brow, seemingly not understanding either. "Drawing techniques are a bit of an underappreciated martial art, right? There's a lot of talk about their lack of practicality, so I wanted to take on the challenge. Isn't a master's dream to challenge himself?" Harren shook the pipe he had picked up from the ground roughly. His eyes began to sparkle again. "Hmm..." Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the scabbard. 'It is a martial art that's difficult to use in actual combat.' Drawing techniques were good for surprise attacks, but not very effective after a fight had begun. The act of resheathing a sword during combat was risky, so Raon had never seen anyone but Alice use drawing techniques in actual battle. However, since he occasionally used drawing techniques himself, if the scabbard's assist function was excellent, it would be worth using. "How does it work?" Raon approached Harren's side and lifted the scabbard. "It's simple." Harren pointed to the dragon's eyes where embers flickered. "When the scabbard's eyes are completely filled with flames, it means charging is complete. If you draw the sword in that state, you'll unleash a drawing technique more than twice as strong and fast." He nodded, saying it was a decent ability, though not as impressive as the flames burning in the dragon's eyes. "How do you charge it?" Raon asked while caressing the dragon's eyes engraved on the scabbard. "You don't need to do it yourself. The scabbard will automatically absorb the energy you waste." Harren shook his head, explaining that it collects and uses energy wasted during combat. "Huh?" Raon's mouth formed an 'O' as he looked down at the scabbard. 'Isn't that actually amazing?' If it collected and used energy wasted during combat instead of requiring manual charging, it was an extremely useful ability that wouldn't need any attention. -Indeed! There's nothing to lose! Wrath raised his arms, seemingly impressed by the scabbard's ability. -Since there's no need to gather energy separately, it completely offsets the drawbacks of drawing techniques! 'That's right.' Normally, using a big technique like a drawing technique required preparation. But if this scabbard automatically collected aura, it could be used like a surprise attack even during combat, without delay or large movements. "Hmm..." Even Vulcan let out a breath, as if he hadn't expected such an aura utilization method to be created. "It seems like an amazing ability, doesn't it?" Raon nodded vigorously as he held up the scabbard. "That's nothing special, I tell you." Harren shook his chin, seemingly displeased. "Isn't it much cooler to have flames burning in the dragon's eyes? It's like smoking tobacco." He still smiled, insisting that the fire from the dragon’s eyes was the best. -That guy is weird too... Wrath frowned, saying Harren's head seemed to be broken. "We should test it out first." Vulcan lowered his hand, suggesting they check the scabbard's ability. "Alright." Raon nodded and went outside the workshop. "It's barely charged right now, correct?" "Judging by the flames in the eyes, it's about 5 percent." Harren smacked his lips, muttering that it had a long way to go. "Then I'll deliberately waste some aura." As Raon spread Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and Glacier in the air as if fighting an enemy, the scabbard absorbed the dispersing energy, filling the dragon's eyes with flames. "This should be enough." When the flames in the dragon's eyes had filled about 40 percent, Raon grasped the scabbard with his left hand. He felt an energy bubbling up inside like lava. It seemed ready to spring out at the slightest carelessness. Slowly, he gripped the hilt of the Heavenly Drive with his right hand. Planting his left foot firmly, he twisted his waist and shoulders as he drew the Heavenly Drive. The energy condensed in the scabbard exploded, violently pushing up the silver-white blade. The red lines embedded in the blade emitted a chilling heat, spewing out a massive flame into the air. With a roar, an endless stream of fire filled the sky above Mirtan Village, like the breath of a Red Dragon unleashing its full power. "Ah..." Raon gaped at the sky filled with heat. He had used his full power since Harren said it was nothing special, but if the angle had been slightly lower, he might have roasted the entire village. -Eek... "Ugh..." Wrath and Vulcan's wide eyes trembled, as if they hadn't expected such power amplification. "See? That kind of brute force has no charm. I'm telling you, the flames blooming in the dragon's eyes are prettier!" Harren clicked his tongue, insisting that the flames in the dragon's eyes were the best. "I misjudged that guy." Vulcan slowly shook his head as he looked at Harren. "His talent is good, but the person himself is an idiot!" -The, the king agrees! "..." Raon quietly nodded, unable to argue. *** After gathering the Heavenly Drive and its scabbard, Raon bowed to Vulcan and Harren. "Thank you for the excellent sword and scabbard." "Being too polite is unattractive too." Vulcan waved his hand as if to say that was enough. "As I said before, just become a person worthy of that sword." "I understand." Raon nodded with a faint smile. "I hope the dragon's eyes always hold flames. Since using the drawing technique will make the flames disappear. Try not to use it if possible." Harren nodded, saying to discard the drawing technique function and just keep the flames lit. Judging by his expression, he was serious. He had always been an unusual person, but he seemed to have become even stranger. "...I'll try my best." Raon let out a hollow laugh as he met Harren's serious gaze. "And..." He opened his subspace pouch and took out Kaivar's scales, bones, and teeth. "I'll return the materials used for the scabbard." "Re-really?" Harren's jaw dropped as he looked at the scales, bones, and teeth laid out on the table. "Yes." Harren had said he used Kaivar's bones and scales for this scabbard. Since Raon was pleased with the scabbard, he didn't mind giving this much in return. "Thank you! Next time, I'll make something even more romantic!" Harren shouted to look forward to it and immediately ran off to his workshop. "Then I'll be going too." Raon bowed to Vulcan after watching Harren's retreating back. "As I said at first, I'll become a swordsman who won't yield to anyone." "Right. But before that..." Vulcan gently shook his chin. "You know who gave you the Red Flower Gold, Ice Crystal, and Gold Thread, don't you?" "Yes." Raon nodded without hesitation. "Then go thank him when you return." Vulcan smiled faintly, saying he would really like it. "I will." Raon nodded, as that had been his intention from the start. "Then go on." Vulcan flicked his hand as if to say he could leave now. "I need to rest for a while." He sat down heavily in a chair, saying he should go on another trip. "I'll see you next time." Raon gave Vulcan a sword salute and left the workshop. "Next time..." Vulcan smiled gently as he alternated between looking at the clanging sounds coming from Harren's workshop and Raon's retreating back. "I can leave it to him." He smiled without regret, enjoying the gentle breeze blowing in. *** As soon as Raon returned to Zieghart, he headed for the Lord's Manor. "Division Leader." When he arrived at the audience chamber, Roenn bowed with a faint smile. "Can I see the Head of House now?" "Of course." Roenn opened the door to the audience chamber without even asking for Glenn's permission. "Please enter." "Thank you." Raon bowed back to Roenn and entered the audience chamber. Glenn was examining documents with his back against the throne. "I've come to see the Head of House." He knelt in front of the platform. "Rise." Glenn spoke in a dry voice, telling him to stand up. His gaze left the documents and turned to Raon. "It seems your mind has cleared a bit." "Your advice was very helpful. And..." Raon looked into Glenn's calm eyes and bowed his head. "Thank you for the precious items you gave me." The person who had given Vulcan the Red Flower Gold, Ice Crystal, and Gold Thread was Glenn. Since he had told Raon to go to Vulcan, the answer was quite simple. "Thanks to you, I was able to repair the Heavenly Drive and reaffirm my goals." He bowed even deeper. He was simply grateful, as he had gained more than just enlightenment or an increase in power. "I'm glad it worked out well." Glenn nodded slowly, saying his eyes looked better. "As you said, I'm going to strive for both Ten Thousand Swords and Transcendence." Raon pounded his left chest as he spoke of his own capacity and goals. "Thank you for everything, grandfather." He smiled sincerely as he called him grandfather. "Ah..." Glenn started to speak but stopped. The document in his hand fell and slid down the platform. Time seemed to have stopped. "Grandfather?" "Head of House!" "Gasp!" Roenn and Sheryl rushed up to the platform in shock. "Saint! Call the Saint!" "No, no, no, it's fine!" Glenn stopped Sheryl from calling Federick and exhaled roughly. "...There's no need to thank me. It's just payment for your information." He waved his hand, saying it was nothing. "Are you alright?" "I just had a different thought for a moment." Raon wasn't sure what kind of thought would make him forget to breathe, but he was startled enough that sweat ran down his back. "You may go now." "I understand. Take care of yourself." Raon bowed to Glenn and turned around. -That old geezer is malnourished. He's always twitching his eye corners or lips. Wrath clicked his tongue, saying this is what happens when you only eat Nadine bread. 'Should I invite him for a meal again?' -I approve! The number of dishes changes when that old man comes! The creature waved its hands up and down, insisting he should definitely do it. 'A nutrient-rich meal...' "Raon." As Raon was considering what food to prepare, Glenn's gentle voice called out. "You've done well. If you have any concerns in the future, come see me." Glenn nodded with an expression that was difficult to describe. "Ah..." Raon swallowed dryly as he met Glenn's eyes. For some reason, his nose stung and his left chest felt warm. "...I understand. Thank you." Raon bowed deeply and left the audience chamber. "Whew..." As soon as Raon left the audience chamber, Glenn slid off the throne and sat on the floor. He exhaled a long breath as he looked up at the empty air, as if exhausted. "Grandfather..." Sheryl shook her head as she looked at Glenn, who seemed both pleased and struggling. "That might be the most terrifying word in the world." "Hehehe." Roenn smiled kindly, as if he found the situation amusing. *** Raon's routine didn't change during or after his vacation. He focused solely on training with the Light Wind division in the great training ground. However, unlike the Light Wind division swordsmen who trained their bodies through movement, Raon sat at the edge of the training ground and repeated meditation. "Whew..." Raon, who had been immersed in meditation all day, slowly opened his eyes as the sun was about to set. 'My body feels stiff, but I need to walk this path too.' Wrath had said that his physical body was now no less than a Transcendent Warrior's. What he lacked for Transcendence was not his physical body, but his mental state, experience, and mastery of martial arts. So now was the time to focus on mental training. Raon brushed off the dust that had settled on his shoulders and stood up. -Hmm? Wrath came down from above his head and widened his eyes. -What's the occasion? The sun hasn't even set yet. 'I have something to do.' Today was the day for the executive meeting, so he needed to prepare in advance. 'Though there probably won't be many people attending.' As the location of the Five Demons gaining power was revealed, not only Zieghart but also the Five Kings' martial forces were constantly going out. The interior of Zieghart had become so empty that it felt desolate, with more than half the people gone. 'Still, I need to prepare.' As Raon was heading to his quarters to shower, the door to the training ground opened and Chad, the Shadow Agents' Leader, entered. "Division Leader." Chad approached Raon and shook his head. "You don't need to attend the meeting, Division Leader." "Huh? Why so suddenly..." Raon didn't understand why he didn't need to attend even though the meeting would be held despite the lack of people. "The Light Wind division..." Chad let out a low groan as he held up a document stamped with the Head of House's seal. "Has been assigned a designated mission."