Trash of the Count's Family

Cale nonchalantly commented after receiving the gazes of the two Choi family people.

“What are you looking at?”

Choi Han closed his mouth while Choi Jung Soo immediately responded.

“Wait, you suddenly want us to fight?! Wait, this is, a bit-”

“Since when do you make an appointment to fight? A punk who fought extremely respectfully by scheduling all of them ended up with the title of Sword Demon?”

“Wait, but still-!”

Choi Jung Soo could not finish his sentence and just pounded his chest in frustration.

“Young master-nim.”

However, Cale sat down on a comfortable chair that Ron brought from somewhere and leisurely looked up at the sky.

“The sun will be setting soon. Hurry up.”

Next to Cale was Raon, whose eyes were sparkling, Durst, who looked refreshed, Beacrox, who was standing there watching with his arms crossed, and Sui Khan, who was chuckling for some reason.

Three people who looked nervous, Chief Eunuch Wi, the Fist King, and his great-granddaughter were all there as well.

The people from the Orthodox faction and the Unorthodox faction were not invited to the training ground. It was not mentioned to them at all.

As for Toonka, he seemed to always be playing with those Unorthodox faction bastards these days as it was hard to see him.

‘That does make me a bit anxious.’

Not having an eye on Toonka did make Cale a bit concerned. He was someone you couldn’t figure out at all.

‘Well, I’m sure he’ll take care of himself.’

Even if Toonka did cause an issue, what else could it be other than breaking something? Toonka was tough so he would walk back on his own two feet even if he was pummeled, so Cale didn’t have to worry about him getting so hurt that he couldn’t contact-

‘Holy moly.’

Cale got the chills at that moment.

‘Did I just worry about Toonka?

I must have gone crazy.’

Cale couldn’t even think about the people looking at him as he shook his head.

He could not accept the flow of his current thoughts.

He suddenly heard Choi Han’s voice at that moment.

“I will do it, Cale-nim.”

“Haaaa. I guess I have no choice.”

Choi Jung Soo shrugged his shoulders as if he had no choice.

Cale looked at the two people who agreed to fight without needing much convincing and warned them.

“This is a spar so no fatal injuries.”

He just ignored Choi Jung Soo who was looking at him with a gaze asking if that even needed to be said.

It was because the important part of his comment still needed to be said.

“However, if you half-ass it and I don’t like it, we will keep going. We will keep going even if we need to stay up all night.”

“What?!”

Choi Jung Soo became upset and shouted but Cale pointed to Raon.

“You don’t need to worry about us getting hurt.”

He then pointed at Sui Khan, Ron, and Beacrox.

“There are also people to stop you if you guys get too serious.”

Cale then crossed his arms as he continued.

“You guys both wanted to fight each other, didn’t you?”

As the two Choi men flinched…

“Isn’t this easier for you guys than talking?”

The two of them looked at each other after hearing that question.

One corner of Cale’s lips twisted up as he watched.

‘Funny punks.’

He made one last comment and stopped talking.

“Get started.”

Then there was silence.

Nobody said anything to the two of them.

There was only silence between the two of them as well.

Choi Han could not figure out what to say.

He always felt this way when looking at Choi Jung Soo.

‘Choi Jung Soo.’

Just thinking of his name made him feel like he couldn’t breathe while he could still do so.

Choi Jung Soo looked older than him but he was still his nephew.

He had seen Choi Jung Soo’s life.

How he had lived, how he had died…

That led to Choi Han carrying on Choi Jung Soo’s traces in his sword, creating the black yong.

‘In some ways, he is my master.’

Choi Jung Soo was younger than him but he was still a sort of master to him.

This Sky Sword martial art was given to him by Choi Jung Soo as well.

‘But still…’

For some reason, he wanted to be the one to say something first this time.

Choi Han firmed his resolve.

He spoke to the guy who couldn’t hide his shaking pupils when looking at him, the guy with so many emotions in his eyes.

“Come.”

Han’s sword started to roar at

Ooooooooong-

violent black power with sparkling pebbles of light almost exploded out of

started to take

form of

if it had been silent

his eyes the

‘They’re the same.’

and this black

had the solitude and silence that you could only have after living

Han and his black yong were waiting for

In that case…

“Of course.”

to go since my esteemed paternal cousin once removed

Jung Soo opened

then pulled out

iron sword came out of its scabbard and

Ooooooooong-

aura poured out of his sword and

moment

Choi Jung Soo’s memories he

an extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if an expert had put in

while looking at the

rougher while Choi Jung Soo’s

the two of their sword arts was

family sword art.

Choi Han, who was temporarily affected by Choi Jung Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar

was to be

them were different

of their true

up in the same family and filled their hearts with the same things and ended up taking

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

some mysterious roars in

attacked the

back against the

Baaaaaang-

loud noise shook the

shield appeared in

attention to the shield. Even Raon himself was

the black and white yongs intertwining with each other while baring their

Baaaaang—!

Jung Soo turned his body ever so slightly with exquisite movement to make the sword

yong then bared

white yong leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened around the black yong to

Choi Han laughed.

first but he was doing more attacking

there was nothing he

was his

violent and rough

Jung Soo was

It was smooth.

more detailed than before, he

did not make him look unsightly. He looked

looked like an elegant existence that did not fall into the dirty mud but waited and watched until the opponent ran wild to kill it off in

was so beautiful that the Sword

couldn’t help but

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts

because he created the black

of Death after dying, had definitely changed but he

held loneliness in

also full

full of the determination to protect the thing

and sharpened it

had no choice as he needed to be stealthy and sharp since

Han clenched his

was no one

Jung Soo’s

was even more unfamiliar

you’re going

let out a short

“No way.”

aura was slowly becoming more

the Forest of Darkness for such a

moved without caring

point, that was how

was Choi

step forward before his friends got hurt and wanted the enemies to attack him

was not

but even if he didn’t, his

light called hope became infused in his black aura that was full of despair as if

Jung Soo would not have

could

moved his sword after sensing

Clang!

block so well even with your

his eyes while listening

Jung Soo was laughing

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

laugh if you

Soo’s face stiffened with

The sword art you gave me was the thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce through the sky and become the

his sword without

attacks with

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

multiple places and continuous

being a simple spar. However, the two of them

even slightly heavy but their swords and their yongs

conversation was buried in the

text was

had been contemplating things while looking

the

Soo became

with a stiff expression on his face.

hand, Choi Han did not

swing his

are right about you having the Sky Sword. Such rumors would not spread for no reason. However, is what you gave me really

Choi Jung Soo gave him was not labeled as the Sky

believed Choi Jung Soo when he said it

art suited

Han had learned that martial

he could tell after reading through the writer’s hidden thoughts that were

text with your thoughts in