Chapter 2: A Broken Clan and a New Path

Ren took a deep breath, steadying himself as he pushed open the sliding door. His body still felt strange, but the instincts of his past life told him one thing—he needed information.

The hallway was dimly lit by paper lanterns, casting flickering shadows along the wooden floor. As he walked, fragments of this body's memories surfaced. His father, Katsuragi Haruto, had once been a powerful Murim swordsman, feared and respected across the land. But after losing a battle against a rival clan, the Katsuragi name had fallen into disgrace.

Now, they were nothing more than remnants of their former glory.

Ren arrived at the main hall, where a middle-aged man sat on a cushion, his expression grim. This was Katsuragi Haruto, his supposed father. Though he carried the aura of a warrior, his presence was weak—his body frail, his qi flow sluggish. Years of defeat and suffering had taken their toll.

"You've recovered, Ren." His father's voice was deep but tired.

"Yes, Father," Ren replied smoothly, adapting to the formal speech of this world. He sat down opposite Haruto, keeping his posture respectful yet firm.

There was silence. Then, his father sighed. "Ren, you are the last hope of our clan. I can no longer wield a sword like before. And with my injuries, my time is limited."

Ren remained still. The memories in his head told him that this man had once been a proud warrior, but now, he was just a shadow of his former self.

"The other clans are waiting for our complete downfall," Haruto continued. "If we do not act, the Katsuragi name will disappear forever." His gaze hardened. "You must become strong, Ren. Stronger than anyone else. Strong enough to restore our honor."

Ren met his father's gaze, his mind racing.

In his past life, he had been an assassin, trained in countless killing techniques. But this world was different. Magic and qi cultivation existed. If he wanted to survive, he needed to understand both.

"I understand, Father," Ren finally said. "I will reclaim the strength of the Katsuragi Clan."

Haruto's expression softened slightly, as if a weight had lifted from his shoulders. "Good. Then tomorrow, your training will begin. You will learn both our clan's swordsmanship and the ways of Murim cultivation. But be warned, the path ahead will be harsh."

Ren smirked inwardly. Harsh? He had lived a life where death was always one step behind him.

No matter how difficult this world was, he would master it.

Because this time, he wasn't just an assassin.

He was a swordsman.

And he would carve his name into history.