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-

pebbles of light almost

aura started

form of an Asian

violent and rough but had its mouth shut as if it had been silent

eyes the moment he

‘They’re the same.’

Han and this black

and silence that you could only have after living

his black yong were waiting

In that case…

“Of course.”

I have to go since my esteemed paternal cousin once removed

Soo opened his

pulled out

a shabby iron sword came out of its

Ooooooooong-

out of

moment

yong from Choi Jung Soo’s memories he

been a beautiful yong at that time as well, but now… It had an extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if an expert had put in all of their

himself while looking at the two

Han’s became even rougher while Choi Jung Soo’s became

the two of their sword arts was

family sword art.

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

to be

were different

the two of their true natures were the

the same family and filled their hearts with the same things and

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

some mysterious

white attacked the

fought back against the

Baaaaaang-

loud noise shook the

appeared in front

to the shield. Even Raon himself

and white yongs intertwining with each other

Baaaaang—!

Han aimed for an opening. However, Choi Jung Soo turned his body ever so

black yong then

leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened

Choi Han laughed.

told Choi Han to attack first but

there was nothing he could do about

his

violent and rough

Soo

It was smooth.

he was more detailed than before, he was

him look unsightly. He

but waited and

that the Sword Demon title

he couldn’t help but

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts

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

who had worked with the God of Death

held

was also full

of the determination to protect the

sharpened it and sharpened it

Jung Soo probably had no choice as he needed to be stealthy and

clenched his

was no one

Soo’s voice at that

even more unfamiliar and awkward

cousin once removed, you’re going to lose like

out

“No way.”

aura was slowly

despair and solitude that had built up in the Forest of Darkness for such a long time that he could not even count

moved without caring about his

point, that was

Choi Han’s

forward before his friends got hurt and wanted

was

the enemy, but even if he didn’t, his friends would find

full of despair as if they were stars in the night sky

Soo would not have been able

Han could not

after sensing a stealthy aura

Clang!

so well even with

opened his eyes while listening to Choi Jung Soo’s

Jung Soo was laughing

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you

Soo’s face stiffened with the smile still on his

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

swung his sword

blocked his attacks with the smile now gone from his

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

destroyed in multiple places and continuous explosions

a simple spar. However, the two of them did

was not even slightly heavy but their swords and their yongs were slowly becoming even more

the two of their conversation was buried in the

was a bit

been contemplating things

the Sky

Jung Soo became

at Choi Han with a stiff expression

other hand, Choi Han

violently swing his black

sure they are right about you having the Sky Sword. Such rumors would not spread

old text that Choi Jung Soo gave him was not labeled as

Jung Soo when

suited

Han had learned that martial

the writer’s hidden thoughts that were visible in the martial

text with your thoughts in it, wasn’t