Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 353

The heat radiating from his body wasn’t like steam.

It was more like the wavering shimmer rising from asphalt on a sweltering summer day.

That was why Hiro himself wasn’t aware of it.

But to Su-ho’s eyes, it was perfectly visible.

Which meant it was time.

Yeah... just a little more, and I can draw it out.

Hiro’s eyes were filled with heat, passion, and desire.

Was it an obsession with victory?

No.

He was a man like a great dragon in the game of Go—he didn’t chase foolish dreams.

He focused only on the goal before him.

Some people call that focus and concentration.

And most people who excel at focus and concentration often achieve near-term successes, which in turn allow them to accomplish bigger things.

Hiro was one of those men.

At that moment, his focus was deeper and greater than any underdog desperate for victory.

Tak! Tak! Tak! Tak!

A relentless onslaught.

Defense that met it head-on.

The faster the tempo and the louder the sound, the faster his heartbeat pounded.

Screech—shff—screech—

The sound of both feet sliding across the training floor intermittently filled the gaps between each beat.

Ssshhh—

And then, the sweltering shimmer enveloped everything, transforming into steam so hot that even Su-ho could hear it.

In that instant—

Whump!

Hiro’s wooden sword darted straight for the bridge of Su-ho’s nose.

A pattern he had never shown before.

His speed had increased another ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ notch.

And then—

Whump!

Another straight thrust.

Naturally, Su-ho dodged this one as well.

But with the attack speed so different from before, both Su-ho and Hiro couldn’t help but smile.

Hiro’s eyes, especially, widened to their limits, brimming with exhilaration, and his grin split his face open.

'Looks like he’s realized something.'

Good.

It’s a promising sign.

Hold onto that sensation a little longer.

It’ll give birth to a much stronger Yasuda-ryu.

Screech—tak! Screech—tak! Screech—tak! Taaak!!

Su-ho adjusted his responses to match the quicker tempo—

Mixing dodges and parries together.

That became the catalyst.

A fine accelerant that pushed Hiro into further evolution.

And then, finally—

Fwoooosh!!

When his blade exploded forward, Su-ho felt it.

A faint burst of heat, almost like a breath attack, emanating from the tip of Hiro’s strike.

And Hiro’s movement stopped.

“......”

Hiro froze mid-thrust.

Su-ho didn’t knock his blade aside—he simply stepped back to evade.

And then he, too, stopped.

“......”

A brief silence.

Hiro drew a deep breath.

It was so big that even at a glance Su-ho could see his chest expand and contract.

He must have reached some kind of realization.

So Su-ho said nothing and simply waited for the thrill he was feeling to pass.

When Hiro’s expression finally returned to normal, he smiled again and lowered his sword.

“Ah... this is good.”

“Did enlightenment strike?”

“Yes, thanks to you. Honestly, I thought I had no further room to grow...”

“Congratulations. I can’t say for sure, but I have a feeling your swordsmanship skill just evolved.”

“How did you know?”

How?

Because I’ve been through it myself.

But Su-ho kept his composure.

“It was just a feeling. Your expressions were... very telling.”

“Haha, they say you can’t hide a cough or love—looks like my love for swordsmanship shows the same way.”

Lowering his blade, Hiro performed the distinctive sword-drawing gesture of kendo—nōtō—and gave a respectful bow.

“You worked hard. And once again, thank you. Just like before, I’ve learned a great deal today.”

“Haha, not at all. I’m just glad you gained something from me. So, shall we continue sparring?”

“No. I think that’s enough for today. Once again, my sincere thanks for the great lesson.”

Hiro bowed again.

Su-ho smiled at the gesture.

Just as he’d said, there was little point in continuing now.

Whether in terms of swordsmanship or skill progression, the improvement had been achieved. What remained was personal refinement.

So the two decided not to cross blades further and spent the time over tea instead.

Unlike other guild masters, Hiro was the only one who fought on the front lines himself.

That’s why Su-ho wondered if this was something unique to his past life or if this life’s Hiro was the same.

Fortunately, Hiro was Hiro—then and now.

It put Su-ho’s mind at ease.

This was a crucial matter for him.

'Maybe not every country, but I’ll need powerful allies in each one. No matter how well I train my own people, I can’t respond to overseas gates as quickly as I’d like.'

Su-ho truly wanted to see the end of the gate phenomenon.

He also pursued maximum efficiency.

But in doing so, he believed there must be no needless sacrifices—specifically, no deaths ignored or dismissed for the sake of the goal.

Even if the gates ended, the dead wouldn’t come back.

In that sense, Hiro was one of the easiest strong allies to work with in Japan.

'In my past life, he really was Japan’s protector.'

Even so, Suzuki Endo had been Japan’s representative in the suicide squad because of his utility as a mage.

'And, well, our roles as swordsmen overlapped.'

This time, there was no way Hiro would be chosen for that role.

In fact, Su-ho wasn’t planning to take anyone else into the Five Great Calamities with him.

Once was enough for mistakes.

Su-ho smiled.

“That’s admirable.”

“Oh? You understood right away?”

“Yes. And that’s why I like you, Chairman. You don’t cling to high status—you’re always willing to fight on the front lines. That’s why I’d like Union to stand with you in that resolve.”

“Stand with me?”

“If Sumiyoshi ever faces an enemy too much to handle, I want to help you with everything I’ve got—materially and otherwise.”

“Haha, just hearing that is enough to make me grateful. But I’m sorry—I can’t promise the same to you. You’re a good man and someone I like, but my shoulders are too burdened to make serious commitments in the heat of the moment.”

Su-ho chuckled.

That was a very Hiro-like answer.

“That’s fine. When you give a gift, the intent should be pure—you shouldn’t expect something in return. This is purely a gift from me to you. And of course, it’s also our representative’s wish.”

“Hmph. You really are a good person. Thank you for saying that. In return, I can promise this—at tonight’s meeting with the Ability Bureau, I’ll treat it like my own matter and do everything I can to ensure smooth negotiations.”

“Haha, thank you. I’ll trust you on that.”

The friendly conversation continued until it was time.

Then the two rode in Hiro’s car to the meeting place—

A high-class traditional Japanese restaurant (ryōtei) in Akasaka.

The Japanese equivalent of a high-class traditional restaurant, the kind where you enjoyed fine dining in a setting straight out of a drama: a garden pond, bamboo ornaments, and koi fish.

Climbing the neatly kept stone steps, they were greeted by the okami, the proprietress and manager, who welcomed Hiro.

“Your party has arrived and is waiting inside.”

“Ah, we’re a bit late. Please have the dishes brought out right away.”

“Yes, of course.”

When the sliding door opened, two officials from the Ability Bureau rose to greet them.

“Hey, Chairman Yasuda. Finally here?”