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

Chapter 29

The dark green wind, which contained the four seasons, became a sharp blade and surrounded Raon.

"Using the wind, I wanted to create a blade that could protect my lord."

From the waves of green wind, Rimmer's voice could be heard.

Bam!

It was a storm of blades that could rip apart anything nearby. However, Raon stepped neither backwards nor forwards.

"This is the wind I've chosen."

Raon stood still and felt the green storm.

Whoosh!

The fierce wind's pressure disappeared, and Rimmer gave a sly smile.

"You weren't scared?"

"You weren't planning to attack me. You also told me to not move."

"You really aren't like a normal thirteen-year-old, no matter how hard I look."

Rimmer snickered and flicked his finger, causing the lingering wind to disappear completely.

"A cultivation technique with an affinity can be more powerful than other cultivation techniques, but it is also difficult to learn."

Following his gentle voice, the wind waved-like it was dancing.

"I could feel the wind from birth because I'm an elf, but you're different. You're human. It must be even more difficult for you, as your mana circuit is filled with ice."

"Indeed."

Raon nodded. The 'Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation' was a sophisticated technique, but it was even more difficult for him to learn because he was controlling an energy opposing the ice he'd been born with.

"There are different kinds of wind. It can be warm, cold, or sharp. I'd wanted a sword of wind that could pierce through anything, and I achieved it."

Rimmer's expression was confident, rather than bitter, as he spoke of his now out-of-reach former achievements.

"You must also find it. Try to form an image of the fire you'll have."

"An image..."

"And in order to create that image, the most important thing is to feel that affinity."

"But this is the north. It's difficult to find a proper flame unless I set the mountain on fire."

"If you do that, then our heads will fly together."

Rimmer giggled, then waved his hand. A green wind appeared from his feet.

"Follow me."

"Where are we going this time?"

"Since you felt the wind, let's go see the fire now."

***

Raon ran along the mountain trails, following Rimmer. After about twenty minutes of running, Rimmer started to slow down.

A thick, heated haze was rising up from the cold forest, as if a hot wind had passed through. The change in temperature was making him itchy.

'Is it coming from there?'

There was a gray kiln attached to a house made of red bricks. The heat was coming from the kiln.

'It's hot.'

The north was the coldest place on the continent, yet he felt hot. That was how much heat was emitting.

"Hey, old man. I'm here!"