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

Ooooooooong-

pebbles of light almost exploded out of

started

form

yong was violent and rough but had its mouth shut as if it

his eyes the moment

‘They’re the same.’

and this black yong’s eyes were the

the solitude and silence that you could only have

and his black yong were waiting for

In that case…

“Of course.”

to go since my esteemed paternal

Jung Soo

pulled out his

shabby iron sword came out of

Ooooooooong-

white aura poured out of

tightened the moment he

from Choi Jung Soo’s memories he had seen

delicate beauty as if an expert had put in all of their strength

himself while looking at

Han’s became even rougher while Choi

of their sword arts

family sword art. That was

was temporarily affected by Choi Jung Soo’s sword art, seemed

to

of them were different people and had lived different

the two of their

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

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

mysterious roars in the air two

white attacked the

fought back against the

Baaaaaang-

loud noise shook the training

Raon’s shield appeared in

any attention to the shield. Even Raon

white yongs intertwining with

Baaaaang—!

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

then bared its

tightened

Choi Han laughed.

but he was doing more

was nothing he could do

his

violent and

Soo

It was smooth.

more detailed than

make him

the dirty mud but waited and watched

that the

he couldn’t help

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts

created the black

Soo, who had worked with the God of Death after dying, had definitely changed but he

sword held loneliness in

also full of

determination to protect the thing he

must have sharpened it and sharpened it some more

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

Han clenched his

was no one to protect

Jung Soo’s voice at

was even more unfamiliar and awkward

cousin once removed, you’re

let out a short

“No way.”

was slowly

solitude that had built up in the Forest of Darkness for such

without caring

point, that was how his

Choi Han’s

wanted to step forward before his friends got hurt

he was

if he defeated the enemy, but even if he didn’t, his friends would find a way to take down the enemy

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

not have been able to

could

sensing a

Clang!

well even with your eyes

opened his eyes while listening to Choi

Jung Soo was laughing

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

you

face stiffened with the smile still on

gave me was the thoughts of someone who

Han swung his sword

blocked his attacks with the smile now gone from

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

ground was being destroyed in multiple places and

spar. However, the two

but their swords and

why the two of their conversation was buried in the explosion that only the two of them

text was a

reason Choi Han had been

Is that really the Sky Sword of

Jung Soo became

Han with a stiff expression on his face.

the other hand, Choi Han did

his black aura around while calmly

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

Soo gave him was

Jung Soo when

martial art suited me

learned that martial art

could tell after reading through the writer’s

martial arts text with your thoughts in it, wasn’t