Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 352

Gooooooo!!

A powerful resonating hum.

Cutting through the skies was neither a plane nor a helicopter—but a single horse.

The Iron Horse.

A once-in-a-lifetime mystical creature, acquired after stripping every North Korean rail station bare.

Like a Pegasus, it had wings, and it was carrying its one and only master on its back, flying toward Japan.

“Refreshing... I like it.”

Every so often, the Iron Horse would step on empty air as it moved forward, performing far beyond expectations.

Gracefully slicing through the sky, it offered a very particular experience—something you could never feel on an airplane or a helicopter.

Of course, it wasn’t exactly something a normal person could easily ride.

Unlike other craft, there wasn’t even a single protective barrier to shield the body from the crushing pressure of the air.

The same went for temperature.

The sky was colder than one might think—no, far colder than one could ever imagine.

If you were unlucky, you’d even get rained on, depending on the weather.

But to Su-ho, none of that mattered.

He was no longer an ordinary human—among superhumans, he was top-tier.

For someone like him, helmets and protective gear were nothing but cumbersome accessories.

And airspace radar meant to prevent unauthorized entry? To Su-ho, meaningless.

[ Colorless Solitude is active. ]

It was a system ability capable of distorting even CCTV footage.

With it, Su-ho could travel from Seoul to Tokyo in just one hour.

Arriving in Akasaka, Minato Ward, Tokyo, Su-ho landed in a deserted spot.

“Good work.”

“Hiiiing.”

After dismissing the Iron Horse back into storage, he retrieved his mana bike from subspace and set off.

He found a 24-hour roaming shop, swapped out his SIM card, and called Ion.

“Representative, I’ve arrived in Akasaka.”

— What? Already?

“Yes. I’ve acquired a personal means of transportation. Have you contacted Sumiyoshi yet?”

— I didn’t expect you to arrive this fast. I’ll do it now.

“No need. If you haven’t, I’ll call him. I’ll just say I happened to be in Japan for another engagement and decided to attend the meeting.”

— Won’t they find that strange?

“It’ll be fine. Chairman Yasuda likes me.”

— If that’s the case... alright, then I’ll leave the Japan meeting matter in your hands.

Ending the call, Su-ho immediately rang Yasuda Hiro.

He had the number saved, so there was no trouble finding it.

— Hello.

“Chairman? This is Kim Su-ho, Vice President of Union.”

— Ah, Vice President. What’s the occasion?

“I’ll be handling the upcoming Ability Bureau meeting. Since I’m already in Japan, I thought we could proceed right away, so I wanted to let you know.”

— Oh, really? The Ability Bureau’s been saying they want to meet as soon as possible. Where are you now?

“I’m in Akasaka. How about you, Chairman?”

— At my usual penthouse. Should I send someone for you?

“No, I’ll come to you. By the way, are you free right now?”

— Why?

“I was thinking—if there’s time before the meeting, perhaps we could have a swordsmanship sparring session.”

— I like that! That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. I’ll arrange the meeting for later, so let’s meet at the penthouse. I’ll tell the staff to expect you—come as you like.

“Yes, thank you.”

As expected of Hiro—bring up sparring and things moved instantly.

Su-ho drove the bike straight to the luxury penthouse.

“We’ve been expecting you.”

The staff bowed as soon as they saw him.

It wasn’t that they recognized him—they could just tell he was a visitor.

He had, of course, altered his face to his Kim Su-ho disguise from before.

He had no intention of showing his real face. By now, An Su-ho’s appearance was fairly well-known.

Taking the elevator, he reached the floor where Hiro was.

It wasn’t a residential floor—it was a training floor.

There, already changed into sparring attire, Hiro greeted him warmly.

“Vice President!”

“Good to see you, Chairman.”

“Haha, I’d been hoping to see you again someday, but I didn’t think it’d be like this. I’m truly glad.”

“Likewise.”

Su-ho didn’t dislike Hiro.

There was no reason to dislike someone who genuinely loved swordsmanship as a former prosecutor.

Smiling, Hiro said:

“The meeting’s set for 8 p.m. It’s nearby, so we’ve got a good two or three hours free.”

Which meant, plenty of time to “play.”

To Su-ho, it was technically just a hospitality session.

But he didn’t see sparring with Hiro as just hospitality.

'If the opponent’s Hiro, it’s a transaction disguised as entertainment.'

Su-ho smiled.

“Then we’ve got at least two solid hours for sparring.”

“Haha! For someone of your skill, it’s really me receiving instruction, not sparring. Still, going straight into it might be abrupt—how about some tea first?”

In one corner of the training floor, like a golf course lounge, a tea ceremony had been prepared for him.

Su-ho was able to drink tea brewed personally by the secretary.

As expected from the land of tea, the flavor was excellent—even Su-ho, who was insensitive to taste, could tell.

After a sip, Hiro spoke leisurely.

“Vice President, how much has Representative Ion told you about this meeting?”

“May I speak frankly?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you. From what the Representative said, I think this is less of a meeting and more of a hospitality session.”

Hiro’s eyes curved in amusement.

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