The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 888

Chapter 888

“Sword? Did you make a sword?”

Sia looked at Raon and opened her eyes wide.

“Come to think of it, I can’t see Raon’s sword?”

She waved her hand in front of my eyes, asking where I put the Jecheon Sword.

“I left it here because you said you would make me a better sword.”

Raon pointed to the letter and said that he had given the sword to the craftsmen grandfathers.

“Huh? But why did you say that a demon appeared instead of a sword?”

Sia tilted her head as if she couldn’t understand Borgos’ letter.

“I don’t know about that either······”

Raon folded the letter with an awkward laugh. He couldn’t tell Sia that the craftsmen were competing to make swords.

-The old people are just getting older, but they are more childish than children.

Lass shook his head in despair.

“I want a shiny sword too!”

Sia raised her wooden sword above her head as if protesting.

“Hmm······”

Raon looked at Sia with narrowed eyes.

‘It wouldn’t be bad, would it?’

Since I learned how to control my strength, I thought I could use a real sword that wasn’t sharpened.

‘I also give it to my mother, father, and aunt.’

While I was making Sia’s sword, I also wanted to make Sylvia, Edgar, and Alice’s swords that climbed Bukmangsan.

“good·”

Raon nodded and took Sia with him to the table in the garden where Sylvia and Edgar were sitting.

“How about you two make a sword on this occasion?”

“A sword? The one made from dragon bones?”

“Are you planning on making one for us too?”

Sylvia and Edgar blinked as if they hadn’t even thought about it.

“Yes, while I’m ordering my sister’s sword, I’d like to make my mother’s sword as well.”

Raon nodded to Sylvia and Edgar, asking how things were.

“Well, the sword I’m using now isn’t bad, but if my son makes it for me, I’ll accept it!”

Sylvia smiled and said that she would of course use the sword her son had brought her.

“Then, can I make a sword out of the dragon’s horn?”

Edgar pounded his fist on the table, seeming excited.

“Horns?”

“Yes. The sword made from dragon bones is hard, the sword made from teeth is sharp, and the sword made from horn absorbs aura better.”

He nodded, saying that each part of the dragon has different characteristics.

“Did you have that trait?”

Sylvia looked at Edgar with blank eyes as if she had no idea.

“Then! Depending on how much material is used, even swords made by the same craftsman can differ greatly!”

Edgar nodded heavily, saying that the world of craftsmen is profound.

“I didn’t know either”

Laon let out a whimper. I had no idea that there were such differences between materials because I trusted Balkan, Kuberad, and Borgos.

-I didn’t know that either. I just know that her buttocks are soft, her stomach is firm, and her tenderloin melts in your mouth.

Lass whetted his appetite, saying that he only knew what tasted better among dragon meat, rather than bones, teeth, or horns. He was truly a great demon lord.

“Really? Then I’ll have to explain it to you! Not only the bones and horns, but also the scales of the dragon have different uses! The scales around the neck are hard yet flexible, so they’re good for making armor, while the scales around the body are just hard, so they’re good for shields or weapons. Furthermore, each type of dragon has different properties….”

Edgar, not wanting to miss a chance to speak, poured out answers that were not asked like a shower.

“Red is of course fire resistance and affinity, blue is water resistance, and gold is···”

“Ah, Father! Since there are three dragons, it should be possible to make the entire sword out of horns!”

Raon shouted that he would make a sword out of his horn to stop Edgar’s endless chatter.

“Me, really?”

After Edgar stopped explaining, he let out a sigh as if he had chugged his beer in one gulp.

“I never thought I’d be able to use a sword made from a dragon’s horn in my life! After all, having good children is the best!”

He gave a thumbs up, saying that it is more important for his children to do well than for himself to do well.

“Then I want to use a sword made of teeth. So that I can cut down all those who look down on this place.”

Sylvia nodded with a smile, despite her harsh words.

“Ah yes····”

I could feel Sylvia’s firm determination to protect the annex. It seemed like she still remembered the incident when the White Blood Cult invaded.

“I want a sword with a sleek shape made from dragon horn. I need flexibility to be able to perform the swordsmanship I want in the right place. Oh, of course, I don’t want something that is too sloppy like a sword, it has to be light but sturdy. It has to be slightly shorter than a longsword…”

Edgar was also very talkative when making demands. It seemed like he was trying to let out all the gossip he had been holding back because of Sylvia.

“I am everything!”

Sia nodded, saying that she wanted everything to be done.

“Those scales? Those bones? Use them all!”

She raised her sparkling eyes and asked me to put all the ingredients together.

“okay·”

When Raon was about to leave for Mirtan Village after summarizing the demands of the three people, Sia grabbed his sleeve.

“I want to go too!”

Sia laughed and said she wanted to go together.

“Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Raon shook his head while looking at Sia.

“It’ll be boring because all you see is hammering.”

“I want to go! I will go!”

Sia held onto his arm tightly this time, as if she wouldn’t let go. Her strength was so strong that the sleeves of her training uniform were torn apart, even though she was wearing a tough uniform.

“How about taking it with you?”

“Yeah, nothing will happen there.”

Edgar and Sylvia laughed, saying that it would be a good opportunity.

“hmm····”

Raon let out a low groan as he looked at the tears forming at the corners of Sia’s eyes.

‘I can’t help it’

Unlike Sylvia and Edgar, since this was their first sword, it didn’t seem like a bad idea to go and talk to the blacksmith.

“Okay, let’s go together.”

Raon nodded, sighing as if he had no choice.

“Wow!”

Sia wiped her eyes as if she had been shedding tears and laughed.

“What Mom said worked!”

She said that she was in tears and ran into Sylvia’s arms.

“I told you, your sister may look cold, but she’s delicate.”

Sylvia patted Sia on the head, saying she did a good job.

“ah····”

Raon took a deep breath as he watched Sia bragging to Edgar and Sylvia.

‘It was an act?’

-You’re already acting?

Lasdo also let out a hollow laugh as if he couldn’t believe it.

-Your sister is definitely here! Another god of acting is here!

‘····’

* * *

Wow! Wow!

Sia turned her head left and right as if she was curious about the sound of hammers ringing throughout the village of Mirtan.

“Hammer! There’s a hammer over there!”

She laughed, pointing to a hammer bigger than a man’s forearm. New things seemed interesting.

“Sister, aren’t you hot?”

Raon looked down and looked at Sia who was wandering around.

“are you okay!”

Sia shook her head, saying it was just right.

‘Is it because his physical abilities still remain at the Grand Master level?’

Although he had lost all memories of swordsmanship and martial arts, his physical abilities were intact, and he seemed to feel neither heat nor cold.

“But why are you hitting the sparks with a hammer?”

Sia pointed to a craftsman who was hammering hot iron.

“That’s not fire, it’s hot iron. If you heat iron, you can change its shape.”

As I was going up the village of Mirtan, explaining how to make a sword, I saw a familiar face in the middle.

“Mr. General?”

It was a disaster. He was leisurely looking around the village of Mirtan with a bottle of alcohol hanging from his finger.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came here to make a sword too.”

Dokai waved his hand, saying that since he was also a member of the annex, he could place the order first.

“Sure·”

Raon laughed, saying that it was his natural right.

“Oh, and I had a gift for you.”

I opened my subspace pocket and took out the silk I had bought for the destruction.

“Ahem! This is okay!”

Contrary to what he said, Dokai immediately reached out and grabbed the bottle of alcohol.

“You came after hearing that the sword was completed······”

“grandfather!”

When Dokai was about to ask about the sword, Sia stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

“Why don’t you come home these days?”

Sia frowned as if she was disappointed that the monster that used to visit her occasionally wasn’t coming.

“Shi, Sia-ah, that, that’s because I’ve been taking care of the kids these days····”

The monster stuttered as if he was bewildered by Sia’s clear eyes.

“First Grandfather isn’t coming, Second Grandfather isn’t coming, and Black Grandfather isn’t coming either, so I’m bored!”

Sia pouted, saying that she couldn’t see Glenn, Rectar, or Dokkaebi.

“Oh, really? Then I guess I should go too!”

The monster nodded, his chin shaking. He smiled broadly as if he thought Sia was cute.

‘We’ve become really close.’

Since Do-goe was a person with a strong sense of responsibility, he would visit the annex once in a while and act as the real general manager, and it seemed like they became close during that time.

“Come tomorrow. I’ll have it ready.”

“Laon!”

When he told the demon to come back tomorrow, someone called his name.

“I told you to come quickly! Why are you slacking off there!”

It’s Balkan. He stamped his feet in front of his workshop as if telling me to hurry.

“Your ears are burning, so be quiet.”

Kuberad waved his hand, saying to leave it alone and that he would come on his own.

“Yeah, the game is already decided. Just wait calmly.”

Borgos nodded leisurely as if he had already won.

“Director, please look after my sister for a moment.”

Raon went up to the Balkan workshop after asking Dokkehan to take care of Sia.

“Forgive me for being late·”

Bowing to Balkan, Kuberad, and Borgos

All three of them had stayed up all night sharpening their swords, their clothes and hair were covered in bruises, and the area under their eyes was dark.

“Oh, you brought that kid too.”

Balkan nodded heavily after noticing Sia.

“A child who makes the monsters hesitate······”

“who?”

Kuberad and Borgos tilted their heads, not knowing anything about Sia.

“This is my older sister”

“Sister? You had a sister?”

Kuberad opened his eyes wide as if he was hearing it for the first time.

“Yes, it happened a bit suddenly.”

“Huh, humans are strange. How can you suddenly have an older sister, let alone a younger sibling?”

Borgos shook his head as if he didn’t understand.

“To put it simply····”

Since I was going to ask for Sia’s sword, I thought I would have to tell her anyway, so I briefly explained the circumstances.

“That happened······”

Kuberad swallowed his sigh as if he felt sorry.

“You dirty Eden bastards! Anyway, I told you that there is no normal person among those who cover their faces!”

Borgos gnashed his teeth loudly, revealing his deep resentment towards Omar.

“Enough with the heavy talk, let’s get to the main point.”

Balkan waved his hand as if trying to clear the darkened air.

“Yes, today is the day to present a new sword.”

Kuberad nodded with a faint smile.

“I wish I could cut down all those ghosts with the sword I made!”

Balkan said, “Please,” and lifted the cloth that was on the table.

Paaaaang!

Three newly sharpened swords were visible under the white cloth.

“hmm····”

Maybe it was because it was in the scabbard, but I didn’t feel any change in the sword. It felt the same as when I had it.

“You won’t know just by looking at it. Take a look for yourself.”

Balkan took a step back, telling me to draw my sword.

“It only makes sense if you see it and judge it yourself.”

Kuberad nodded with a calm expression.

“The devil is born····”

Borgos licked his lips with dark eyes, as if he had lost his taste.

“All right·”

Raon took a short breath and grabbed the sword that Balkan had made. He probably didn’t even fix the sword, but it felt tighter in his hand than before.

Chaaaaang!

When I pulled out the Jecheon Sword, a pure white sword blade appeared along with a sword name that was clearer than before. Although the shape did not change much, the will of the sword itself was conveyed.

‘A firmness that cannot be broken by anyone.’

The idea that I had kept since I first held the sword until I reached transcendence was quietly embedded in the Jecheon Sword.

I felt confident that I would never be defeated, no matter who my opponent was or what kind of swordsmanship I encountered.

“This is amazing. I feel like I can sense the power of this sword without even swinging it.”

He lightly struck down the Jecheon Sword and his reddened eyes fluttered.

“Khuh-hum!”

Balkan smiled broadly as if he liked her reaction.

“Then next····”

I put the Jecheon Sword in its scabbard and grabbed the Jinhon Sword.

Phew!

As soon as I grabbed the Jinhongeom sword, a cool chill rushed into my fingertips. It felt like I was exposed to a necromancy spell, but I didn’t feel any malice.

Cheeeeeing!

When I pulled out the Jinhon Sword, the blade, which had turned even redder as if it had been sprinkled with blood, appeared.

The aura blooming on the red blade became thicker, but strangely enough, the stench of the vengeful spirit was greatly reduced.

I felt a noble energy like the spirit of an excellent swordsman.

“The power and will of the Jinhon Sword have grown stronger, but the resentment has diminished. No, rather than diminishing, it seems like the malice has been converted into strength.”

Raon swallowed dry saliva as he touched the sword of the Jinhon Sword.

“I heard that your master appeased the spirits of the Jinhon Sword, so I decided to believe in the spirits of the sword. Just as you helped the spirits, they will help you too.”

Kuberad nodded, saying that if they trusted each other, they could create great power.

“thank you·”

Raon bowed his head to Kuberad and grabbed the wooden wheel sword at the end.

“hmm····”

As soon as I picked up the sword, a red current rippled before my eyes. I got goosebumps as if I was facing a murderous swordsman.

Chiriririring!

When I pulled out the wooden wheel sword, a blue-colored blade as clear as the wind of Limer appeared.

However, what is felt in that elegance is a deep and deep murderous intent. I felt a strong energy that was about to tear down not only people but the world.

“hmm·”

Raon put his finger on the tip of the wooden sword.

Phew!

Even though his body had become stronger as he ascended to transcendence, he was cut by a sword that had not been infused with aura, and blood flowed out.

“It’s creepy.”

I thought it would only be a slight scratch, but I didn’t know it would cause a wound. It was an unbelievable murderous intent.

“I knew it!”

Borgos clapped his hands repeatedly as if he had anticipated my reaction.

“Use that sword to cut down all the Oma bastards!”

He bowed his head heavily, asking for favor.

“I will do my best as I can.”

Raon clenched his fist, saying that he would become a swordsman who would not lose to the Mokryun Sword.

“Hmm, so whose sword is the best?”

Kuberad asked with his head slightly turned. He seemed uninterested in the competition, but it seemed he was most curious.

“What are you asking? It’s obvious!”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

Borgos pointed confidently at himself, and Balkan picked himself as if it was a given.

“They are all so great that I feel it would be a shame to use them, so I can’t rank them.”

Raon shook his head as he looked at the Jecheon Sword, Jinhon Sword, and Mokrun Sword in turn.

The Jecheon Sword was imbued with the will not to be broken, the Jinhon Sword had the power to turn resentment into salvation, and the Mokrun Sword contained the ultimate will to kill anyone.

The swords were of a high level of perfection, but the will contained within them was so different that it was impossible to determine a winner.

“This match is a draw”

Raon closed his eyes tightly, saying he really couldn’t decide.

“Where in the world is there a draw!”

Borgos shook his head violently.

“I have to make a decision····”

Kuberad also licked his lips as if he was hungry for a decision.

“There is nothing that is not up for grabs in the world of craftsmen.”

Balkan also frowned, saying he didn’t like it.

“Look at it again properly!”

“Laon!”

When he told him to look again, the demon came up the hill with Sia in his arms.

Sia was tall for a woman, but it didn’t seem particularly strange because the monster was so big.

“sister?”

“Are these the grandfathers who will make my sword?”

Sia laughed at Borgos, Balkan, and Kuberad.

“hello!”

After getting out of the demon’s arms, she nodded to the three craftsmen.

“knife?”

He tilted his head as if to ask what Balkan meant.

“My sister has been learning swordsmanship recently, so I was going to ask you to make her a real sword without sharpening the blade.”

“Oh, I see…”

Balkan narrowed his eyes as he examined Sia’s hands and legs.

“Contrary to its appearance, I feel an incredible sword power”

“Should I say he is a bundle of talent?”

Kuberad and Borgos also swallowed dry saliva as if they sensed Sia’s talent.

[As I said, the original level was Grand Master level.]

Raon sent a message that only the craftsmen could hear.

[Even though I lost my memory and strength, if my sister can hold the sword properly····]

He nodded while looking at Sia, who was smiling and examining the Jecheon Sword.

[It will definitely be possible to reach transcendence.]

He ended his speech with confidence, as it was certain that Sia’s talent would reach transcendence.

“Huh!”

“That much?”

Borgos and Kuberad opened their eyes wide in surprise.

“miss·”

Balkan approached Sia and locked eyes with her.

“Would you like to swing your sword once?”

He gave Sia a simple sword and told her to shake it.

“Hmm? How much?”

Sia tilted her head and looked back at Raon.

“This time, don’t hold back your strength and swing it towards that mountain.”

Raon pointed to a mountain in the distance, telling them to swing with all their might.

“okay!”

Sia nodded and lowered her sword.

I thought she was doing a cross-cut, but her sword had the flow of the light sword that she had just learned.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

The sword strike, which extended fiercely like the teeth of a beast, shattered one side of the mountain.

“You guessed right!”

Sia jumped up and down as if she was happy that she had hit the rock.

“uh····”

“What, what is this······”

“Huh!”

Kuberad and Borgos, as well as Balkan, were shocked and opened their eyes wide.

“It is as I said. Who will make the first sword for my older sister who will ascend to Transcendence in the future?”

Raon waved his finger at the three people like a skilled auctioneer.

“It’s me! I’ll make it!”

“No, a girl like that should have her sword touched by someone as delicate as me!”

“This time it’s time to decide the winner!”

The three craftsmen started fighting again, shouting that they would make Sia’s sword.

“Everything is good!”

Sia smiled and said, “The more the better.”

-Childish inspirational guys···

Lass shook his head, saying it was pathetic.

-It’s like I’ve aged backwards.

‘···What are you going to say?’

* * *

After taking Sia to the annex, Raon headed to the 5th Military Base.

The floor of the training ground was neatly cleaned, as if the Gwangpungdae inspectors had returned after training.

-Hwaaam···

Lass shook his head with a long yawn.

-If you ate warm food, why did you come out again instead of sleeping?

The guy rubbed his eyes and waved his hand to go to sleep.

‘Now that I have the sword, I need to see how much it has changed.’

The characteristics of the Jecheon Sword, Jinhon Sword, and Mokrun Sword have been improved so much that I thought I would have to wield them myself to adapt to them.

-That’s true, but you can sleep at it!

Las shook his head, asking why there was always chaos at night.

‘It’s nice because it’s quiet’

Raon smiled and pulled out the Jecheon Sword. Just holding the sword made him feel stronger physically and mentally. He felt like he couldn’t lose to anything.

Phew·

As always, the beginning is basic swordsmanship. He projected the flow and secrets of the basic swordsmanship he had taught Sia onto himself and struck down the Jecheon Sword.

Phew!

The blade of the Jecheon Sword, which contained his beliefs, cut through the cold dawn air.

A sword that does not waver or break. Balkan created a sword that is just as he had hoped.

– It’s a sword that seems to have the word ‘firmness’ carved into it. It’s become stronger than before.

Las nodded, saying that it was a great sword that could fully embody the will of the inspector.

Srrrrrrrr

He put down the Jecheon Sword and grabbed the Mokrun Sword. The blue sword blade, with its thick murderous intent, spread a murderous intent that erased the darkness.

Cheeeeeing!

Raon advanced to the center of the training ground with smooth technique and used the Gwanga Sword.

The chilling sharpness contained in the wooden wheel sword spread out in all directions like the teeth of a mad beast.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

Even though he didn’t intend to, a spiderweb-like murderous intent emerged from the tip of his sword and tore through the air.

‘This is dangerous.’

The killing intent extended not only to enemies but also to allies. If I couldn’t control it perfectly, I felt like the sword would be stuck in my comrades’ backs too.

-There’s a reason why that dwarf created the devil.

Lass was blustering about making a damn sword.

‘Then lastly····’

As Raon was about to pull out the Jinhon Sword from behind his back, the door to the training ground opened and Glenn came in.

“I’m testing the sword, can I do it alone?”

Glenn waved his hand with a calm expression.

“Go, my lord?”

I didn’t know Glenn would come here, so I went up to him and bowed my head.

“Now that you’ve received your new sword, why don’t you keep the promise you’ve been putting off?”

“If you say it’s a promise······”

“Dalian·”

He held the Jincheon sword with a smile on his lips.

“Let’s see how far you’ve come.”