Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 568

"Haha!"

Seeing the Sword Emperor's fallen arm, Su-ho burst out laughing without meaning to.

It worked.

The sword he had been swinging while calculating in his head had finally succeeded, amid the intersection of countless calculations, in finding the optimal answer.

The result was cutting off the Sword Emperor's arm.

At last, the blocked sluice gate had opened.

Clank—

The Sword Emperor, making the sound of rusty joints, picked up the arm that had fallen to the ground.

More precisely, he picked up the sword attached to the hand of the fallen arm.

Unfortunately, the Sword Emperor had had the arm he was swinging the sword with cut off.

But the bastard did not let out a single scream or even a single groan. He immediately picked up the sword and resumed the vicious exchange.

However, the exchange that followed was not particularly impressive compared to the fight that had continued right up until then.

More precisely, the quality had dropped sharply compared to before.

To the point that you could believe he was a completely different swordsman.

The reason?

It was simple.

Su-ho was right-handed, and Su-ho Sword was a sword art made for himself as a right-handed swordsman.

Of course, the current Su-ho knew how to use both hands.

He had trained so that he could use both hands like his dominant hand, in preparation for extreme situations where no one could know what might happen, where, or how.

The same was true of Su-ho Sword.

The sword art itself had been made so that it didn't matter whether the user was left-handed or right-handed.

But the original Su-ho Sword had unmistakably been a sword art created by Su-ho when he was still right-handed and unable to use both hands.

That was why, now that the right arm forming its foundation had been cut off, the Sword Emperor before him could no longer reproduce the original Su-ho one hundred percent.

In contrast, Su-ho, looking at himself reflected in the Sword Emperor, was busy evolving in real time and finding weaknesses.

So from round two onward, it was only natural that it stopped being a fight.

Was that why?

Slash!

A heavy sound of cutting.

Su-ho's sword swung like light.

It drew a long, threadlike line through the air like a meteor, and wherever it swept past, everything split apart and left no trace behind.

The Sword Emperor's neck was no different.

Where Su-ho's sword had swept past, nothing remained.

Soon, it was right after the Sword Emperor's neck fell to the floor.

[ Nameless Swordsman's Battlefield has been deactivated. ]

A short system alert.

And then.

"......"

Silence.

Nothing happened at all.

What?

At the very least, I thought a kill notification would appear.

The Sword Emperor was still collapsed on the floor with his neck cut off.

Since no kill notification had appeared, then was he still alive?

It was then.

Kigigigigi—

The Sword Emperor's body, which he had assumed was dead, suddenly began moving with the sound of rusty joints.

Su-ho sprang back in a jump.

Then the fallen Sword Emperor's body rose, and the severed arm and head floated up and reattached themselves like some combining robot.

Light returned to the extinguished glow in his eyes as well.

The Sword Emperor, his restoration complete, spoke in a rough, easygoing voice.

- Whew, finally got connected.

"Connected?"

- Ah, good to meet you. This is our first time meeting face to face, right? I'm Sword Demon. The master who passed Vacuum Style on to you, that's what I'm saying.

[ The Constellation Sword Demon reveals his true name. ]

"......!"

Su-ho's eyes widened.

He had finally learned it.

The name of the being who had been like a true master, the one who had led him onto the genuine path of the sword.

After thinking about what he should do, Su-ho showed proper respect.

"It's an honor to meet you. My name is An Su-ho."

- Hahahaha! So you do know some manners if you're being this respectful to your master? Good. Nice to meet you. First, shall we walk a bit?

"Yes, understood."

The owner of Vacuum Style, Sword Demon.

He had never imagined that his true name would actually be Sword Demon.

Because there were much better titles like Sword God, Sword Sovereign, or Sword Saint.

Following Sword Demon, Su-ho began walking along the narrow path laid out like a walking trail.

As they began walking, Sword Demon said in a deeply moved voice,

- What should I call you?

"Whatever you're comfortable with is fine."

- Hm, then rather than by name, since you're carrying on the lineage of my sword art, I want to call you disciple. What do you think?

"I like that."

- Right? Then I'll call you disciple. Ah! Disciple, you don't know. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment! It really took far too long. All that time, holed up gloomily by myself in some corner with a magnifying glass, watching sword-wielding bastards who had neither talent nor promise—there's no way you could ever know how miserable that was.

He was more cheerful and talkative than expected.

That made him surprising.

Because if he were ever to meet the owner of Vacuum Style someday, Su-ho had imagined he would be a man with the feel of a very lonely, quiet wolf.

"Were you very lonely?"

- Of course I was lonely! You know, people say that in the end life is something you live alone, and that you have to adapt to that solitude, but this loneliness is just something you really can't do anything about. Still, I wasn't completely lonely. Because I had you.

"Me?"

- Yeah, you. You're one of the very few who found my stigmata and carried on my will.

By stigmata, he was probably referring to the old sword the Nameless Swordsman had possessed, the Nameless Sword.

Through that, Su-ho had become the inheritor of Vacuum Style.

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