The Reincarnated Assassin Is A Genius Swordsman Chapter 1042

Episode 1043

“That beggar….”

Raon grabbed Rector’s clothes while keeping his gaze fixed on the blindfolded beggar.

“Are you Darkhan, the Black Night Swordsman?”

Even now, it’s hard to believe, but Darkhan, the former Holy Sword Master and nicknamed Black Night Swordsman, was crawling on the floor, acting like a beggar.

“okay.”

Rector nodded slowly and sighed.

“I told you that you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you because it was like that.”

“That’s right. If I had heard from Sieghart that Darkhan had become a beggar, I would have worried about my grandfather’s condition first.”

Rektar only told me where Darkhan was, not what he was doing. Now I think I understand why he made that choice.

‘A transcendent. Who would believe that a top transcendent who has mastered the mind sword has become a beggar?’

Even if he trusted Rector, he would never have believed that.

-The king has lived a long life and seen many crazy people…

Ras looked Darkhan up and down and let out a hollow laugh.

-It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone that crazy. It’s like their brain is structured differently.

The guy looked at himself intently, saying that his brain structure was different.

‘Why are you looking at me?’

-Because you’re just as crazy as that lunatic.

Lass nodded, saying they were on the same level.

‘Hey! No matter what, it’s not like that person!’

Raon waved his hands, saying he couldn’t admit it.

-The results are different, but the level of madness is the same!

Las snorted, saying it was certain.

‘I said no!’

Raon shouted at them not to compare him to Darkan and turned his gaze back to the gambling house.

“Ugh… .”

Darkhan walked towards the gambling house with a plodding gait, seemingly unaware that he had arrived.

“Please give me some change….”

He would grab the ankles of people entering or leaving the casino and beg for money.

“Oh, dirty!”

“Get off my feet!”

The people kicked Darkhan away as if telling him to get out and went into the gambling house.

-Looking at that sight reminds me of Earwax.

Lass smiled faintly, as if he was reminded of the squeaky Limer in the gambling hall.

‘That guy got kicked out for gambling. That guy… .’

Raon shook his head as he observed Darkhan’s behavior.

‘You’re just acting like a poor beggar.’

While Limer was kicked out after losing his money and clothes while gambling, Darkhan was living as a pitiful beggar with no interest in gambling.

‘however….’

Are you hurt?

Raon frowned as he watched Darkhan touch the spot where he had been hit by people.

‘Could it be… that I have lost my powers?’

Darkhan is a monster that ranks at the top of the Transcendental ranks. He should not be affected at all by the punches and kicks of ordinary people, but his body is covered in bruises and wounds.

-That’s not it.

Lars shook his head as if to say, “Look closely.”

-That guy hid his aura under his soul and controlled his body to make him look like a normal human. In fact, he has become stronger than when I saw him before.

The guy waved his hand, telling me to look with my new eyes.

‘Hmm… .’

Raon took a quick bite and manipulated Cheonghwa’s mind.

Phew.

As I felt the cold frost seep into my eyes, I began to see Darkhan’s massive soul and the terrifying aura writhing beneath it.

‘You’re right… .’

Darkhan deliberately came and controlled his body to resemble a normal person. The author was acting like a shabby beggar with his strength and soul that had become stronger than before.

‘They already know I’m here.’

Darkhan doesn’t even look this way, but he must feel that he and Rektar are watching him.

Since I had already been caught, there was no need to lower my voice or hide my presence.

“Why is Darkhan doing that?”

Raon let out a low breath as he looked at Rectar.

“It’s obvious.”

Rectar frowned as if the answer was already known.

“It must be to raise the level of the mind sword.”

“I guess so.”

Raon nodded calmly. Even if he thought about it, there was no other reason why the Black Night Swordsman would do something like that.

‘To become strong, you gouged out your eyes and even became a beggar… .’

Although he thought he had worked harder than anyone else to become stronger, he felt it would be difficult to keep up with Darkan.

“Let’s go. They already know we’re here.”

Raon brushed off the dust from his shoulders and approached Darkhan, who was leaning against the wall of the gambling hall.

“It’s been a while.”

Since I am a person who doesn’t care about formal or informal speech, I nodded my chin like the friend I saw yesterday.

“Ugh… .”

Darkhan raised his head, exhaling thickly as if he were playing the beggar even to himself.

“Who are you?”

He let out a muffled breath, as if he didn’t recognize himself.

“Should I stop acting?”

Raon bent his knees and looked at the black blindfold covering Darkan’s eyes.

“Tsk.”

Darkhan clicked his tongue briefly, as if he was annoyed.

“What’s going on?”

Only after he had formed a delicate and flexible barrier that covered only himself and Rektar did he finally let out his original voice. It was an almost eerie smooth use of the aura.

“I guess our deal is already over?”

Darkhan wrinkled his nose as if he had no idea why he had come looking for him. As expected, he had realized that he was disguised.

“I have a favor to ask.”

Raon clasped his hands together as he looked at the wrinkles carved into Darkan’s forehead.

“I don’t like it.”

Darkhan shook his head without even listening to his story.

“I know it’s a favor, but I think it might be helpful to you too.”

Raon bit his lip slightly, telling her to listen and decide.

“Is it helpful to me?”

Darkhan looked up at himself and laughed.

“I told you that I value you not for your present power, but for your future potential.”

He shook his head firmly, saying that it didn’t really interest him at the moment.

“If you don’t hand Glenn Sieghardt over to me right now, I can’t help you with anything, so go now.”

Darkhan snorted as if to tell them not to disturb his training.

“You interrupted my training? What’s the point of that beggarly behavior?”

“Because it’s something I’ve never done before.”

Darkhan let out a thin laugh and scratched the floor with his fingers.

“I have been standing in heaven since I was born. I came from a good family and was very talented, so I always reigned over others.”

He lowered his chin and said that he had lived a more splendid and noble life than anyone else.

“That’s why I’m trying to live a life at the very bottom. A path I’ve never walked before. Doing things that don’t suit me…”

Darkhan curled his lips, caressing the patch over his empty eye socket.

“Because it helps a lot in the growth of the soul and swordsmanship.”

He clenched his fists with his hands worn out, saying that was why he became a beggar.

“My mind is very fuzzy right now. If I just focus on this life a little more, I think I’ll get some new insights, so don’t bother me.”

Darkhan waved his hand, telling them to go now.

“hmm….”

Raon returned to the beggar and lowered his eyebrows as he watched Darkhan begging.

‘I don’t think he’ll listen to me.’

Normally, he would have listened to what he had to say, but right now, Darkhan was on the verge of enlightenment, so he seemed uninterested in anything else.

“Darkhan.”

Rektar nodded at Darkhan.

“When do you think that realization will come?”

“As you know, enlightenment is not something that can be determined by a human being. It is right here, but I feel like I can’t catch it, so I don’t know.”

Darkhan scratched his temples with his fingers as if he too was frustrated.

“Then, at least listen to what I say… .”

“It’s okay, Grandpa.”

Raon grabbed Rectar’s arm as he tried to approach Darkhan.

‘We are currently in a state of no communication.’

Darkhan has always been a man who highly regards his swordsmanship talents. If he is acting like that, then it would be right not to touch him now.

“Let’s go.”

Raon stepped back, holding Rectar’s arm.

“Good decision. After you gain enlightenment, I will listen to your story.”

As soon as they fell, Darkhan released the breath that had been flowing like natural mana.

“… … .”

Raon said nothing and leaned his back against the wall of the alley where he had first watched Darkhan.

“Are you really okay? If you back out like this…?”

Rectar narrowed his eyes, as if worried about the war with the White Cult.

“Of course I don’t intend to go this way.”

Raon curled his lips as he watched Darkhan begging awkwardly.

“I think there will be a way soon.”

***

“Tseuup.”

Raon licked his lips as he watched Darkhan begging on his knees in the back alleys of the royal capital.

-Whoaaah!

Lars yawned so loudly that his mouth almost tore.

-How long do you plan on staying here? As expected from a kingdom of entertainment, the food isn’t bad, but it’s boring!

The guy grabbed her shoulder and told her to gamble instead.

‘How long has it been since we got here?’

-A week! You’ve been looking at that thing for a week!

Lars twisted his body like a rose vine, saying he was dying because it was boring.

‘I see.’

Raon clicked his tongue briefly as he watched Darkhan begging for alms from passersby.

‘It’s been like that all week… .’

Darkhan moved from place to place, begging for alms from people.

He seemed to have made up his mind sincerely, and never revealed his identity even as he was kicked by gamblers, hit with objects by merchants, and trampled by other beggars.

However, despite his efforts, Darkhan rarely succeeded in begging.

‘I see what the problem is.’

Raon curled his lips as he watched Darkhan getting beaten all day long, not to mention begging.

‘That’s just a man in beggar’s clothing.’

During his days as an assassin, his senses, which had disguised him as numerous beggars, told him that they were just fake beggars.

‘I can move now.’

-Huh?

Las blinked as if to ask what I meant.

-I told you not to come! I told you that favors like this won’t work right now.

The guy shook his head as if nothing he could say would make sense to Darkhan right now.

‘Isn’t that what you were asking for?’

Raon let out a faint smile as he looked at Las.

‘I’m going to show you what a proper beggar is.’

He took out a pair of rags from his pocket that even a beggar would not wear, changed into them, and then smeared charcoal on his face and body.

After starving for ten days and acting like a beggar, he approached Darkhan.

“Hmm….”

Darkhan frowned at himself.

“I’m not interested in requests, so I’m sure you told me to just disappear.”

He seemed annoyed, and his eyes were colder than before. A chilling murderous aura that sent shivers down his spine seemed to pierce his heart.

“Please? What nonsense are you talking about?”

Raon shook his head, repeating what he had said to Las.

“I came to teach you what a beggar is.”

He said he would show me, then knelt down and bent forward like a hunchback.

“I, I starved for a week….”

Raon approached the young woman walking with the man with the flowing guilt, shrugged his shoulders, and lifted a trembling finger.

“Please give me just one copper coin.”

It had only been a short while since I had a greasy lunch with Lars, but I was out of breath as if I had starved for a week.

“Poor thing….”

A young woman grabbed the arm of a man she was walking with tightly.

“Tsk, you know you’re lucky.”

The guilty man clicked his tongue and threw a gold coin at himself.

“Oh, thank you. Thank you so much!”

He nodded and carefully picked up the fallen gold coin.

After that, Raon continued to attack old people and young women, obtaining five silver coins and two gold coins.

“Uh, how….”

Darkhan was in awe as he watched Raon get the money he had not been able to get in a week of begging in less than an hour.

“you….”

Raon looked back at Darkan and let out a short breath.

“Do you know why begging rarely succeeds?”

He shook the gold and silver coins he had just gotten between his fingers.

“What is that…?”

“You say you want to be a beggar, but you don’t think about what a beggar is.”

Raon clicked his tongue and examined Darkhan’s posture.

“If you keep your knees together and your shoulders straight, you are not a beggar, you are a warrior. Who would pity you?”

Raon shook his head and laughed at Darkan, who was sitting proudly.

“Then you can’t become a real beggar.”

He struck the ground with his fist, telling me to come to my senses.

“Huh? Huh huh… .”

Darkhan swallowed dryly, as if he couldn’t understand the current situation.

“Look at this.”

Raon raised the hand that had just received the gold coin.

“What do you think?”

“I think they are dirty hands.”

Darkhan muttered that it felt dirty, as if he could feel the charcoal soot on his hands, even though he couldn’t see.

“Then what if we do this?”

Raon slightly dropped the hands he had been holding together and his fingers trembled as if he had the chills.

“It looks a little pitiful….”

Darkhan let out a low groan as he felt her trembling fingers.

“Yes. Begging is not about getting something from someone else, but rather about receiving something from someone else. In other words, you have to do whatever it takes to look pitiful! Remember the angle and trembling of my hands that I am showing you now.”

Raon kept shaking his hands, telling her to feel it properly.

-What is this?

Lars blinked as if he couldn’t understand the current situation.

“Do it. Do as I tell you.”

Raon stepped behind Darkan, telling him to try it himself.

“Hmm….”

Darkan rolled his eyes, spread his knees slightly as he had instructed him earlier, narrowed his shoulders, and raised his trembling hands.

“And begging isn’t something that just anyone can do. It’s usually older people or young women. Especially women with men are more likely to be successful.”

He nodded, saying that you should look at people carefully when begging.

“Now try it yourself.”

“That’s right… ha!”

Darkhan nodded and turned to look at himself as he started to move.

“Your tongue-twisting skills were so natural that I almost fell for it.”

He shook his head, releasing the hands he had clasped together.

“I’m not doing this to become a real beggar and make money. I’m doing this to gain enlightenment…”

“How pathetic. Darkhan, the Black Night Swordsman.”

Raon bared his teeth and let out a cold voice.

“Don’t laugh at beggars!”

After striking the target, he let out a loud scream that made both Darkhan and his own clothes flutter.

“You said you became a beggar to walk the path you didn’t walk? Do you think you will attain enlightenment by just skimming through that life? That is not the path to enlightenment, it is just a waste of time!”

He stamped his feet, shouting, “If you’re going to do it, do it right. If you’re going to stop, stop it now.”

“The life of a beggar is even more brutal than that of a man! If I don’t beg, someone else will beg and steal my dinner! If I just sit there and do nothing, even my broken bowl will be kicked away! If you really want to attain enlightenment, you must become a beggar from the inside out!”

Raon slapped Darkhan across the face, shouting at him to come to his senses.

-Hey, you crazy guy!

Lars opened his mouth wide.

-Ji, get back off right now! That crazy guy pulled out his sword… Huh?

Contrary to the boy’s worries, Darkhan did not show his anger, but remained frozen.

“ha….”

Darkhan stood there blankly for a while before kneeling before him.

“You are right.”

He looked up at himself, touching the cheek where he had been hit.

“I always felt like something was missing, and it was true. I still thought of myself as the Black Night Swordsman.”

Darkhan clenched his fists until they bled, saying that he had not truly lived a life of abandonment.

-Huh? Is this right?

Lars’s chin shook as if he was bewildered by the situation not going as expected.

“Teach me!”

Darkhan bowed his head to Raon, shouting, “Please.”

“good night.”

Raon nodded, placing his hand on Darkan’s head.

“I’ll show you what a real beggar is. Start with your posture again.”

With a big smile, he explained the begging posture again that he had explained at the beginning.

“First, the angle of the arm and the angle of the hand are important. Tremors come next.”

Darkhan seemed to sense her sincerity in his heart, and he shrank down like a true beggar, creating a begging angle between his hands.

-The King was completely mistaken… .

Las shook his trembling head as he watched Raon teaching Darkan the true beggar’s posture.

– In this world. No, in all dimensions, there is no one crazier than you!

Who teaches beggars to transcendence?