The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman
Chapter 888:

“A sword? Someone made a sword?”

Sia’s eyes widened as she looked at Raon.

“Now that you mention it, I don’t see your sword anywhere!”

She waved her hand in front of his face, asking where the [Heavenly Drive] was.

“I left it with the old master smiths. They said they’d make me an even better one.”

Raon pointed at the letters, saying he had entrusted his swords to the elder craftsmen.

“Huh? Then why does one of them say a demon has descended instead of talking about a sword?”

Sia tilted her head, confused by Borgos’ message.

“Yeah, I don’t really know either…”

Raon gave an awkward smile as he folded the letter. He couldn’t exactly tell her the elder smiths were competing to outdo one another.

-The old geezers are more childish than kids despite their age.

Wrath shook his head in exasperation.

“I want a shiny sword too!”

Sia raised her wooden sword above her head in protest.

“Hmm…”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at her.

‘It wouldn’t be a bad idea.’

Now that she’d learned how to control her strength, letting her wield a real sword without a sharpened edge might be fine.

‘And I should give one to Mother, Father, and Aunt Aris too.’

While making Sia’s sword, he could also commission new swords for Sylvia, Edgar, and Aris, who had climbed Northgaze Mountain. (T/N: Im changing Bukmang Mountain to Northgaze Mountain. I keep on forgetting to stop transliterating this name lol. )

“Alright.”

Raon nodded and led Sia over to the garden table where Sylvia and Edgar were sitting.

“Would the two of you also like to have new swords made?”

“Swords? From dragon bones?”

“Are you saying you’ll have ours made too?”

Sylvia and Edgar blinked in surprise—it hadn’t even crossed their minds.

“Yes. Since I’ll be ordering one for Sia, I wanted to make ones for you as well.”

Raon nodded, asking what they thought.

“Well, the sword I’m using now isn’t bad, but if it’s something made because of my son, I absolutely have to use it!”

Sylvia laughed, saying she’d definitely use a sword prepared for her thanks to her son.

“T-then could you make mine out of a dragon’s horn?”

Edgar excitedly pounded the table with his fist.

“Horn?”

“Yes. Swords made from a dragon’s bones are tough, those made from teeth are sharp, and those made from horns absorb aura better.”

He nodded, explaining that each part of a dragon had its own unique properties.

“There’s such a difference?”

Sylvia looked dumbfounded.

“Of course! Depending on which materials you use and in what proportion, swords from the same smith can turn out completely differently!”

Edgar nodded sagely, saying the world of artisans was deep and complex.

“I didn’t know either.”

Raon exhaled, having left everything up to Vulcan, Kuberad, and Borgos. He had no idea there were such differences in materials.

-Nor did this king. I only know the thighs are tender, the belly is firm, and the tenderloin melts in your mouth…

Wrath licked his lips, saying he only knew which parts of the dragon meat were the tastiest. A truly majestic Demon King.

“Then I should explain! It’s not just the bones and horns—dragon scales also serve different purposes! The ones near the neck are flexible and tough, good for armor. The torso scales are just tough, so better for shields or weapon inlays. And the element varies by dragon type too…”

Edgar began showering them with unprompted answers, determined not to miss his chance to explain.

“Red dragons grant fire resistance and affinity, blue for water, gold…”

“Ah, Father! There were three dragons, so it should be possible to make a whole sword out of horn!”

Raon quickly interrupted to stop Edgar’s endless chatter.

“R-really?”

Edgar stopped mid-sentence and let out a gasp, as if he’d just chugged a beer.

“To think I’ll be wielding a sword made of dragon horn in my lifetime! Having children really is the best!”

He raised a thumbs-up, saying it was better than achieving anything himself.

“Then I want one made from teeth. So I can slash apart anyone who threatens this place.”

Sylvia nodded with a sweet smile despite her terrifying words.

“Ah… okay.”

Raon could feel her firm resolve to protect the annex. It seemed she still held onto the memory of when the White Blood Cult attacked.

“I want mine made mainly from a dragon horn. Sleek and agile, so I can use my swordsmanship properly. It needs to be flexible, but not like a whip—light but sturdy. Slightly shorter than a longsword…”

Even while making requests, Edgar was full of words. It felt like he was finally releasing all the chatter he’d bottled up while living with Sylvia.

“I want everything!”

Sia nodded, saying she wanted it all.

“Use the scales? Bones? Everything!”

She lifted her sparkling eyes and asked for a sword made from all the materials.

“Got it.”

Raon nodded, compiling their requests. Just as he was about to head to Mirthan Village, Sia grabbed his sleeve.

“I want to come too!”

She smiled, saying she wanted to go with him.

“It’ll be boring.”

Raon shook his head.

“All you’ll see is hammering. It’s dull.”

“I’m going! I have to!”

Sia gripped his arm tightly. Her strength was so great that even her reinforced training robe tore at the sleeve.

“What’s the harm in bringing her?”

“Yeah. It’s not like anything will happen over there.” (T/N: Oyyyy!! Stop it, this is a freaking flag! Don’t jinx it!)

Edgar and Sylvia smiled, saying it would be a good experience.

“Hmm…”

Raon looked at the moisture in Sia’s eyes and sighed softly.

‘Guess I have no choice.’

Since it was her first sword, unlike with Sylvia and Edgar, it might be best to discuss it directly with the smiths.

“Alright. Let’s go together.”

Raon sighed again and nodded.

“Yay!”

Sia wiped away her tears and laughed brightly.

“Mom’s trick worked!”

She ran into Sylvia’s arms, saying the tears did the trick.

“Didn’t I tell you? Your brother might look cold, but he’s actually soft-hearted.”

Sylvia praised her and patted her head.

“Ah…”

Raon sighed as he watched Sia boast to Edgar and Sylvia.

‘That was all acting?’

-She’s already acting like that?

Wrath gave a baffled laugh.

-She really is your sister! Another god of acting has arrived!

‘…’

—

Clang! Claaang!

Sia turned her head left and right, amazed by the sound of hammers ringing throughout Mirthan Village.

“Hammers! More hammers over there!”

She pointed at a hammer larger than a person’s forearm and giggled. Everything was new and exciting.

“Not too hot?”

Raon looked down at the beaming Sia.

“I’m fine!”

She shook her head, saying it was perfect.

‘Her body’s still at the Grandmaster level.’

She had lost all her memories of swordsmanship and martial arts, but her body still had the physical resilience. She didn’t seem to feel heat or cold.

“But why are they hitting fire with a hammer?”

Sia pointed at a smith striking a glowing piece of metal.

“That’s not fire, it’s heated metal. When you heat metal, you can change its shape.”

Raon explained how swords were made as they ascended through the village—then spotted a familiar face.

“General Administrator?”

It was the Gambling Monster. He was leisurely touring Mirthan Village with a bottle dangling from his finger.

“What brings you here?”

“I came to commission a sword, too.”

He waved lazily, saying he was part of the annex and should get to order one first.

“Of course.”

Raon smiled and said it was only fair.

“Oh, and I have a gift for you.”

He opened his subspace pouch and pulled out a bottle of fine liquor he’d bought for the Gambling Monster.

“Keh! Now this is what I like!”

Despite saying it wasn’t necessary, he immediately snatched the bottle.

“Did you come because you heard my sword was finished—”

“Grandpa!”

Before he could ask about the sword, Sia ran forward and grabbed his hand.

“Why haven’t you visited lately?”

She pouted, looking sad that he hadn’t come around.

“Ah, S-Sia. That’s, um… I’ve been watching over the other kids lately…”

He stammered in front of her clear eyes.

“First Grandpa doesn’t come, Second Grandpa doesn’t come, Black Grandpa doesn’t come—so I’m bored!”

Sia puffed her cheeks, saying she hadn’t seen Glenn, Rektor, or the Gambling Monster lately.

“T-then I have to visit! Absolutely!”

He trembled and nodded, smiling broadly at her cuteness.

‘They’ve grown close.’

The Gambling Monster had always been responsible, often visiting the annex to act as a true general administrator. It seemed they’d bonded during that time.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then. I’ll have everything ready.”

“Raon!”

Just as Raon was telling him to come by tomorrow, someone shouted his name.

“I told you to hurry! Why are you dawdling?”

It was Vulcan. He stomped in front of his workshop, yelling.

“You’re too loud. Let him come at his own pace.”

Kuberad waved, saying he’d come soon enough.

“Yeah. The outcome’s already decided anyway. No need to rush.”

Borgos nodded calmly, as if he’d already won.

“General Administrator, could you watch my sister for a bit?”

Raon asked the Gambling Monster to look after Sia and headed up to Vulcan’s workshop.

“Sorry I’m late.”

He bowed to Vulcan, Kuberad, and Borgos.

All three were disheveled from working through the night, their hair and clothes in shambles, dark circles under their eyes.

“Ah, you brought her too.”

Vulcan recognized Sia and nodded heavily.

“The girl who had the Gambling Monster flustered…”

“Who is she?”

Kuberad and Borgos tilted their heads, not knowing who Sia was.

“She’s my sister.”

“Sister? You have a sister?”

Kuberad blinked in surprise.

“Yes. She appeared rather suddenly.”

“Huh, humans really are strange. A sister popping up out of nowhere?”

Borgos shook his head, unable to understand.

“I’ll explain briefly…”

Since he would need to request her sword, Raon explained the situation.

“I see…”

Kuberad sighed, sounding pained.

“Filthy Eden bastards! I swear, anyone who covers their face is never normal!”

Borgos ground his teeth, revealing his deep grudge against the Five Demons.

“Let’s put that aside. Today’s about giving you new swords.”

Vulcan waved his hand, changing the mood.

“Yes. This is a celebration.”

Kuberad nodded with a faint smile.

“I hope you’ll use this sword to slash every one of those demons to pieces!”

Vulcan stepped aside and pulled away the cloth covering the table.

Fwoooosh!

Beneath the white cloth were three newly reforged swords.

“Hmm…”

They didn’t seem much different from before, perhaps because they were still sheathed. They felt just like when he’d held them.

“You won’t understand just by looking. Try them out.”

Vulcan stepped back, urging him to draw.

“It only has meaning if you see for yourself.”

Kuberad nodded calmly.

“A demon is born…”

Borgos licked his lips, his eyes blackened as if he’d gone mad.

“Understood.”

Raon took a deep breath and grabbed the [Heavenly Drive] forged by Vulcan. Even though the handle hadn’t changed, it fit his grip more perfectly than before.

Shing—!

As he drew it, a clearer ring echoed than before, revealing a pure white blade. Its shape hadn’t changed much, but he could feel the sword’s will.

‘An unyielding resolve.’

From the moment he first gripped the sword to when he reached Transcendence, that resolve had quietly settled into the [Heavenly Drive].

He could feel it—no matter who or what he faced, this sword would not bend.

“It’s amazing. I can feel its strength without even swinging it.”

Raon gently swung the sword, his crimson eyes trembling.

“Hahaha!”

Vulcan laughed heartily, pleased with his reaction.

“Next…”

He returned the [Heavenly Drive] to its sheath and picked up the [Soul Requiem Sword].

Whoooosh—

As soon as he grabbed the hilt, a chill ran down his fingers. It felt like being exposed to necromancy, but there was no malice.

Ssssssshhk!

As he drew it, the blade was even redder, like blood had been spilled on it.

Though the blade’s aura was thicker, the foul stench of grudges had lessened.

It now felt more like the noble aura of a powerful sword.

“The [Soul Requiem Sword]’s strength and will have increased, but its malice has diminished. No—it’s been converted into power.”

Raon touched the blade and swallowed dryly.

“I heard your teacher soothed the spirits inside the sword. So I chose to believe in them too. Just as you help them, they’ll help you in return.”

Kuberad nodded, saying mutual trust would create great power.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed and then picked up the [Woodwheel Sword].

“Hmm…”

As soon as he grabbed it, a red current fluttered before his eyes. It felt like facing a killer intent on murder—chilling.

Ting!

The blade revealed itself in a blue hue, as clear as Rimmer’s wind.

But within that clarity was deep, thick killing intent. It wasn’t just intent to kill people—it felt like it could cleave the world.

“Hmm.”

Raon brought the tip to his finger.

Slice—!

Even with his Transcendent body, the blade cut him without any aura—blood flowed.

“That’s… terrifying.”

He only expected a scratch, but it left a real wound. The killing power was absurd.

“Knew it!”

Borgos clapped, as if he had predicted the reaction.

“Use that sword to cut down every last one of those demon bastards!”

He bowed heavily.

“I’ll do my best.”

Raon clenched his fist, saying he’d become strong enough not to lose to the [Woodwheel Sword].

“So, which sword is best?”

Kuberad tilted his head slightly, finally showing interest.

“No need to ask—it’s mine!”

“No, it’s mine.”

Borgos and Vulcan both confidently pointed at themselves.

“They’re all so good, I don’t think I can pick.”

Raon looked between the three swords and shook his head.

The [Heavenly Drive] held unwavering resolve, the [Soul Requiem Sword] transformed malice into salvation, and the [Woodwheel Sword] carried a deadly will to kill anything.

All three were outstanding in quality, but their embedded wills were so different that he couldn’t declare a winner.

“This match is a draw.”

Raon closed his eyes, unable to decide.

“There’s no such thing as a draw!”

Borgos shook his head furiously.

“There must be a decision…”

Kuberad licked his lips, unsatisfied.

“In the world of craftsmanship, everything must be settled.”

Vulcan scowled.

“Look again!”

“Raon!”

Just as he was about to be forced into choosing, the Gambling Monster arrived at the hilltop, carrying Sia.

Though she was tall for a girl, his massive frame made it look natural.

“Sis?”

“Are those the grandpas who’ll make my sword?”

Sia smiled at Borgos, Vulcan, and Kuberad.

“Hello!”

She got down from the Gambling Monster’s arms and bowed.

“A sword?”

Vulcan tilted his head.

“My sister has been learning swordsmanship, and I wanted to request a blunted training sword for her.”

“I see.”

Vulcan narrowed his eyes as he looked at her hands and legs.

“Despite appearances, she’s got incredible sword energy.”

“She’s a bundle of talent, that’s for sure.”

Kuberad and Borgos swallowed dryly, sensing her ability.

[As I mentioned, her original level was high Grandmaster.]

Raon sent an aura message only the smiths could hear.

[She lost her memories and power, but if she wields a sword properly…]

He nodded as he watched Sia inspect the [Heavenly Drive] with a smile.

[She’ll definitely reach Transcendence again.]

He ended with conviction—Sia’s talent made it inevitable.

“What the…”

“She’s really that strong?”

Borgos and Kuberad widened their eyes in surprise.

“Miss.”

Vulcan stepped forward and met her eyes.

“Would you swing a sword for us?”

He handed her a standard sword and asked her to give it a try.

“Huh? How hard?”

Sia tilted her head toward Raon.

“Don’t hold back. Swing it with all your strength—aim for that mountain.”

He pointed at a distant mountain and told her to go all out.

“Okay!”

She nodded and swung the sword.

It looked like a simple slash, but embedded in the motion was the flow of the [Fangs of Insanity] she had only recently learned.

BOOOOM!

Like a wild beast’s fang, the strike shattered a section of the mountain’s face.

“I hit it!”

Sia jumped excitedly, thrilled she’d struck the rock.

“Uh…”

“W-what in the…”

“Good heavens!”

Even Vulcan was wide-eyed, stunned like Kuberad and Borgos.

“As I said—who will forge the first sword for a future Transcendent?”

Raon waved his finger like an auctioneer.

“Me! I’ll do it!”

“No, it should be someone delicate like me!”

“This time, we settle this once and for all!”

The three master smiths shouted in unison, eager to craft Sia’s sword.

“They’re all good!”

Sia smiled brightly, overjoyed by the attention.

-Those childish old men…

Wrath shook his head.

-It’s like they’re aging backward.

‘…You’re one to talk.’

—

After dropping Sia off at the annex, Raon headed to the fifth training ground.

It had been tidied up after the Light Wind swordsmen finished their practice.

-Yaaawn…

Wrath yawned and rubbed his eyes.

-You ate well—why not just sleep? Why come here again…

He waved his hand, wanting to head back to bed.

‘I got new swords. I need to test how much I’ve changed.’

The traits of the [Heavenly Drive], [Soul Requiem Sword], and [Woodwheel Sword] had improved drastically. He needed to adapt to them directly.

-It can wait until morning!

Wrath groaned, annoyed.

‘It’s nice and quiet now.’

Raon smiled and drew the [Heavenly Drive]. Just holding it made his body and mind feel sturdier—as if nothing could defeat him.

Fwoosh.

As always, he began with basic swordsmanship. He swung the [Heavenly Drive], overlaying the techniques he’d taught Sia with his own understanding.

Swooooosh!

The blade, carrying his belief, cut through the chilly dawn air.

An unwavering, unyielding sword—just as Vulcan had promised.

-It’s like the word “steadfast” was forged into a blade. It’s even tougher than before.

Wrath nodded in admiration.

Shing.

Raon sheathed the sword and drew the [Woodwheel Sword]. Its blue blade, filled with killing intent, erased the darkness.

Shiiing!

With a smooth step, he entered the center of the field and performed the [Fangs of Insanity].

The chilling sharpness within the [Woodwheel Sword] exploded in every direction like a mad beast’s fangs.

BOOOOM!

Though he hadn’t intended it, a web of killing intent erupted from the final motion, tearing through the air.

‘This is dangerous.’

It wasn’t just aimed at enemies. Without perfect control, he could hurt allies too.

-No wonder that dwarf said he birthed a demon.

Wrath sighed, calling it a wicked sword.

‘Then, last…’

Raon reached for the [Soul Requiem Sword]—but the training hall doors opened, and Glenn entered.

“Testing swords alone, are you?”

Glenn waved calmly.

“P-Patriarch?”

Raon hurried over and bowed. He hadn’t expected Glenn to come here.

“Since you’ve got new swords, how about we fulfill that promise?”

“Promise?”

“A duel.”

Glenn smiled and reached for the [Heavenly Tremor]’s blade.

“Let’s see how far you’ve come.”