The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - [Author: Writing Ant]

Chapter 14

The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

[Translator - Kyangi]

[Proofreader - Harley]

Chapter 14

After breakfast, Raon returned to the training ground.

The food tasted terrible. If such food were brought to me back in Devildom, the King of Essence would have smashed the chef's head in.

'Huh? Did you taste it?'

The King of Essence can indirectly share your senses, especially your sense of taste. The King of Essence has been a well-known gourmet, back in Devildom...

'You really talk too much. You could've simply said you could taste it because we share senses.'

Silence! The King of Essence is famous for his reticence... ugh!

'Stop talking for a bit. You are making it difficult for me to digest my food.'

Raon stopped Wrath from talking by tapping on his bracelet, then looked up on the platform.

Rimmer was lying on the platform as if he was napping. He didn't show the slightest movement, as if he had become a statue.

Just looking at him irritates me. I want to pluck off his pointy ears.

Wrath was billowing ice from his mouth. It looked like he was boiling with anger whenever he saw Rimmer.

'The Sword of Light of Zieghart, huh...'

Rimmer's prowess must've been excellent, since he was called the Sword of Light of Zieghart. However, rumors said that his personality wasn't just light, but frivolous.

Raon had thought that was bullshit. But looking at Rimmer, he realized it was incredibly accurate.

'But there's no openings.'

Despite his careless appearance, he wasn't showing any weakness.

He'd heard Rimmer had retired because of a severe injury, but apparently a master's prowess hadn't disappeared completely.

The moment the King of Essence takes over your body, those ears will be plucked.

'Whatever.'

It wouldn't happen, though.

Yawning, Rimmer lazily stretched long after all the temporary trainees had finished gathering.

"Have you finished eating?"

"Yes."

Since the children's stamina didn't recover completely, their voices were more exhausted than at daybreak.

"Then we will start the next part of your training immediately."

Rimmer grinned. When he looked at the wooden swords placed on a side of the training ground, the children's expressions brightened.

"You don't need a sword, just mimic my posture."

As if he was teasing them, he stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, then bent his knees.

"Are... are we not going to learn how to use a sword?"

One of the collaterals shouted, raising his hand.

"We aren't."

"We thought we were going to learn with swords..."

"He's right. Sir Sword of Light is famous for his swordsmanship, so why...?"