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 same

Ooooooooong-

sparkling pebbles of

aura started

was the form of

and rough but had its mouth shut as if

Soo closed his eyes the moment he saw the

‘They’re the same.’

and this black yong’s eyes were

the solitude and silence that you could

black yong were waiting for

In that case…

“Of course.”

since my esteemed paternal cousin

Jung Soo

then pulled out

moment a shabby iron sword came out of its scabbard and

Ooooooooong-

out of

Han’s hands tightened the moment

from Choi Jung Soo’s memories he had seen

time as well, but now… It had an extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if an expert had put

himself while looking

Han’s became even rougher while Choi Jung

of the two of their sword arts

sword art. That was their

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

was to

of them were different people and had lived different

two of their true natures were the

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

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

heard some mysterious roars in the air

white attacked

black fought back

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook the training

in front of

any attention to the shield.

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

Baaaaang—!

Han aimed for an opening. However, Choi Jung Soo turned his body ever so slightly with exquisite movement to

then bared

tightened around the black yong to suffocate

Choi Han laughed.

told Choi Han to attack first but he was

was nothing he could do about

his way of

violent and rough

Jung Soo

It was smooth.

detailed than before, he

did not make him look

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

was so beautiful that the

he couldn’t help but

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts

was not because he created the black yong after seeing Choi Jung Soo’s

the God of Death after dying, had definitely changed but he

held

was also

of the determination to protect the thing

and sharpened it some more for that

probably had no choice as he needed to be stealthy and sharp since he moved around alone to accomplish his

clenched his

one

heard Choi Jung Soo’s voice

unfamiliar and awkward

removed, you’re going to lose

Han let out a short

“No way.”

slowly

up in the Forest of Darkness for such a

caring about

point, that was how

was Choi Han’s

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

he was

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

aura that was full of despair as if they were stars in the night sky was probably because of this kind

Soo would not have been able to

could not

after sensing

Clang!

even

eyes while listening to

Jung Soo

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you

face stiffened with the smile still on

Sword. The sword art you gave me was the thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce

Han swung his sword

Jung Soo blocked his attacks with the smile now

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

in multiple places and continuous explosions could

spar. However, the two of

swords and their yongs were slowly becoming even more

their conversation was buried in

that text was a

Han had been contemplating things while

Is that really the Sky Sword of the Sword

Jung Soo became

just looked at Choi Han with a stiff expression on his

the other hand, Choi Han did

swing his black aura around while

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

Choi Jung Soo gave him

believed Choi Jung Soo when he said it was the

martial art suited me quite

had learned that martial

writer’s hidden thoughts that

arts text with your thoughts in it, wasn’t