Strongest Superhuman System - Chapter 733

Chapter 733: Genshi Naruhito
The tunnel elevator ran like veins across the entire Superhuman Alliance building, and in order to go anywhere, you only needed to put in the section that you would like to go to, and the elevator would find the shortest route that was free and use it to take you there. The elevator door closed and the man folded his hands and waited silently as the elevator moved with a hum.

Megumi watched the people and scenes passing by as the elevator moved. The glass wall allowed those inside the elevator to see what was going on outside but prevented those outside from seeing who was inside the elevator, and Megumi was grateful for this feature. Megumi really didn’t have the ability to handle people staring at her anymore. Nowadays, whenever people stared at her and waved toward her excitedly, she could do nothing but stare back at them emotionlessly and leave them in an awkward, depressing state afterward. It always made her feel bad when she saw people’s smiles die out and their hands slowly drop after their greetings were ignored. Megumi just preferred to be left alone.

The elevator passed the research facility and the room where anima weapons were being tested before it finally started to move into the more restricted parts of the building that only very high-ranking agents and superhumans could access. Here, there were anima corpses and secret weapons being experimented with and worked on, and Megumi could see the large stingray that she had killed being dissected and torn apart for its skin and blood. They would most likely use it to create a weapon for a superhuman that uses water to fight.

Finally, after only about three minutes, they stopped in front of a long hallway that led deeper into the building, and the elevator door opened. Megumi and the agent got out, and the agent began to lead her down the hall as the elevator left to go and pick up someone new. As they walked, the decorations around the room managed to catch Megumi’s eyes again even though she had already been here many times before. There were traditional Japanese statues lining the floors and paintings of various Japanese sceneries and legends on the walls. The one that caught Megumi’s eyes the most was the large painting of Miyamoto Musashi in his classic stance with his hands held together in front of him as he prayed for the man he had just killed.

Megumi stood and stared at this for a few seconds. In the time when Megumi was still training in how to use the sword, Miyamoto Musashi had been her greatest motivator, and his words in his text ‘The Book of Five Rings’ were what allowed her to come to terms with what was happening to her. If Megumi hadn’t learned the ways of stoicism, then she might’ve already gone mad from being incapable of expressing herself at all.

“Megumi-san?”

The agent called for Megumi from further down the hall, and Megumi turned away from the picture of Miyamoto Musashi and followed after him once again. They got to the end of the hallway and the agent knocked once on the large sliding paper door.

“Enter.”

A gruff voice spoke from inside, and the door was slid open by a woman kneeling beside the door. The woman was wearing the traditional yukata that all Japanese women wore back in older Japanese culture and her hair was braided into a complex and alluring style that gave her a calm countenance. The agent bowed at ninety degrees after the woman opened the door and he gestured for Megumi to enter. Megumi nodded to the agent in thanks before she entered the director’s dimly lit office.

Well, calling it an office might not be the proper description.

The large space was more like a bedroom than an office. There were various oil lamps around the room that were lit. The lamps barely let off any light at all, and it gave the room a sort of alluring shadowy look that would be more fitting for a bedroom. The floor of the room was lined with tatami mats and at the center of the room was a large low table with a man sitting cross-legged on one side of it.

The man was also wearing a traditional black kimono, and his eyes were closed as he seemed to be thinking about something. The man was elderly. His hair had already greyed down to the roots, but his head was still full of hair and his beard had grown out into a goatee that gave him a very regal appearance.

This man was Genshi Naruhito and he was the last surviving member and heir to the Naruhito dynasty. Genshi was an undefined superhuman, but his blessing and god were unknown by anyone in the world since he refused to disclose them. But no one could deny his strength, and he was able to make his way up the corporate ladder and into the highest rank in the Superhuman Alliance with nothing but swordsmanship and wit, without needing to use his blessing even once.

The sleeves of Genshi’s yukata were tied up to his shoulder and he held a calligraphy brush over a paper that he had been writing on. The woman who opened the door for Megumi came over to his side after the agent had gone away and knelt beside him to help him once again as he continued his calligraphy. Genshi laid out a masterful stroke of ink on the paper and the woman beside him cleaned out a blot of ink from the tip of his brush before he laid out another stroke, and then a third one. Once he laid out the fourth stroke, he stopped dead in his tracks and then slowly put the brush down beside the paper. The woman reached over and raised the paper up to put it aside as Genshi finally opened his eyes and looked at Megumi.

Megumi had decided to take a seat by herself while Genshi was doing his calligraphy. She sat down on a cushion with her legs tucked under her and kept her katana on the floor beside her. Even though she was annoyed by the fact that Genshi wasn’t saying anything after inviting her here, she did not get angry because she understood that this was just the sort of person Genshi was. Genshi was a wise old man, and he moved at his own pace with everything. It was impossible for anyone to make him change his opinion on a matter once his mind was made up, and you could not make him do anything unless he agreed to do it himself.

Megumi was the first to speak.

“Another beautiful shūji, sensei. Your katakana characters have become more vivid.”

Genshi smiled slightly at the compliment and gratefully accepted the rag from the woman beside him to clean his hand. Genshi spoke up.

“I still have a long way to go, Megumi. After all, there are ripples still existing in the strokes of my brush, and I won’t be satisfied until I can at least make it as calm as yours. The echo of your heart still adorns my walls. It stands as a reminder of the goal I am yet to attain.”