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.”

to roar at the

Ooooooooong-

black power with sparkling pebbles of light almost exploded

black aura started to

was the form of

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

eyes the moment

‘They’re the same.’

and this black yong’s eyes were the

solitude and silence that you could only have after living

and his black yong

In that case…

“Of course.”

have to go since my esteemed

Jung Soo

then pulled

iron sword came out of its scabbard and

Ooooooooong-

poured out of his sword

tightened the moment

yong from Choi Jung Soo’s memories

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

himself while looking at

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

origin of the two of

Choi family sword art. That

Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar to

was to be

of them were different people and had lived different

the two of their true natures were

their hearts with the same things

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

some mysterious

attacked

back against the

Baaaaaang-

noise shook the

in

to the shield. Even Raon

black and white yongs intertwining with each other

Baaaaang—!

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

black yong then bared its fangs

yong leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened

Choi Han laughed.

but he was doing

he

his way of

violent and rough

Soo was

It was smooth.

more detailed than

it did not make him look unsightly. He

like an elegant existence that did not fall into the dirty mud but waited

was so beautiful that the Sword Demon title suited

he couldn’t help but

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts

created the black yong after

the God of Death after dying, had

sword held loneliness

also full

full of the determination to protect the thing he

and sharpened it some more

probably had no choice as he needed to be

Han clenched

one

Choi Jung Soo’s voice

even more unfamiliar and awkward than

once removed, you’re going

out a

“No way.”

slowly becoming more

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

without caring about

was how his sword

Choi

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

was not

if he didn’t,

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

Choi Jung Soo would not have been able

could not

sensing a stealthy aura approaching

Clang!

block so well even with your eyes closed,

eyes while listening to

Jung Soo

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you

with the smile still on his

gave me was the thoughts of someone who

Han swung his

Jung Soo blocked his attacks with the smile now

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

in multiple places and continuous

simple spar.

their swords

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

was a bit

Han had been contemplating

that really the Sky Sword

Soo

with a stiff expression

Choi Han did

his black aura around while

you having the Sky Sword. Such rumors would not spread for no reason.

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

just believed Choi Jung Soo when he said it was

martial art suited me quite

Han had learned that martial art

tell after reading through the writer’s hidden thoughts

a martial arts text with