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.”

sword started to roar at the

Ooooooooong-

pebbles of light almost exploded out of his

started to

form of

had its mouth shut as if it had been silent in a deep location

Jung Soo closed his eyes the moment

‘They’re the same.’

black yong’s

and silence that you could

Han and his black yong were waiting

In that case…

“Of course.”

esteemed paternal cousin once

Jung Soo opened his

pulled out

shabby iron sword came out of its scabbard and

Ooooooooong-

poured out of his sword

hands tightened the moment he saw the white

from Choi Jung Soo’s memories he had

time as well, but now… It had an extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if an expert had put in all of their strength over and over to create it. It almost looked

while looking at

even rougher while Choi Jung Soo’s

origin of the two of their sword arts was the

art. That

Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar to him for a moment before the two of

to be

two of them were different people

two of their true natures were

hearts with the same things

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

some mysterious

white attacked

back

Baaaaaang-

loud noise shook

shield appeared in

attention to the shield. Even Raon himself was

all focused on the black and white yongs intertwining with each other while baring their fangs at one

Baaaaang—!

Soo turned his body ever so

yong then bared its fangs

and cleverly tightened

Choi Han laughed.

but he was doing more

he could do about

his way of

violent and rough

Soo

It was smooth.

was more detailed than before, he was also

him look unsightly. He looked

fall into the dirty mud but waited

beautiful that the Sword Demon title

couldn’t

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts

because he created the black yong after seeing Choi Jung Soo’s white

of Death after

held loneliness

also full of

the determination to protect the thing

it and sharpened it some more

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

clenched his eyes

one to protect

Soo’s voice at

even more unfamiliar

cousin once removed, you’re

let out a short

“No way.”

aura was slowly becoming more

had built up in the Forest of Darkness for such a long time that he could not even count the days properly,

without caring about

some point, that was how his sword

Choi Han’s

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

was not

if he defeated the enemy, but even if he didn’t, his

infused in his black aura that was full of despair as if they were stars in the night sky was probably

Choi Jung Soo would not have

Han could

sensing

Clang!

so well even with your eyes closed,

listening to Choi

Soo was laughing

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

laugh if you

Soo’s face stiffened with the smile

art you gave me was the thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce through

Han swung his sword

Soo blocked his attacks with the smile now gone

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

being destroyed in multiple places and continuous explosions

simple spar. However, the two

their swords and their yongs

their conversation was buried in the explosion

was a

was a reason Choi Han had been contemplating things while

the Sky Sword of the

Soo

at Choi Han with a stiff expression on his face. He simply

other hand, Choi

his black

you having the Sky Sword. Such rumors would not spread for no reason. However, is what

Soo gave him was not labeled as

Soo when he said it was the

martial art suited

learned that martial art

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

text with your thoughts in it,