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-

with sparkling pebbles of light

black aura started to take

the form of

yong was violent and rough but had its mouth shut as if it had been silent in a deep location for a

Soo closed his eyes the moment he

‘They’re the same.’

and this black

and silence that you could only have after living a

Han and his black yong were waiting for

In that case…

“Of course.”

go since my esteemed

Jung Soo

then pulled

a shabby iron sword came out of

Ooooooooong-

aura poured out of his

Han’s hands tightened the moment

Choi Jung Soo’s memories he had seen in

beauty as if an expert had put in all of their strength over and over to create it. It

himself while looking at the two

became even rougher while Choi Jung Soo’s

of the two of their

family sword art. That

by Choi Jung Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar to him for a moment

to be

were different people and had

their true

family and filled their hearts with the same

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

some mysterious roars

white attacked the

back

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook the training

in front of

was paying any attention to the shield.

intertwining with each

Baaaaang—!

Choi Jung Soo turned his body ever so slightly with exquisite movement

black yong then

leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened around the black yong to

Choi Han laughed.

Han to attack first but he was doing

he could

was his way of

violent and rough

Soo was

It was smooth.

detailed than

did not make him look

that did not fall into the dirty mud but waited and watched until the opponent ran wild to kill it off

beautiful that the Sword Demon title suited

he couldn’t

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts were

was not because he created the black yong after seeing Choi

worked with the God of Death after dying,

sword held loneliness

was also

determination to protect the thing he

must have sharpened it and sharpened it some more

as he needed to be

Han clenched his

was no one to

Choi Jung Soo’s voice at that

was even more unfamiliar and awkward

once removed, you’re going

Han let out a

“No way.”

was slowly becoming more

his true nature, the despair and solitude that had built up in the Forest of Darkness for such a long time that he could not even count the days properly,

without caring

point, that was how his

was Choi Han’s

friends got hurt and wanted the enemies to attack

was not

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

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

would not have been able to do

Han could not

his sword after sensing a stealthy aura

Clang!

even with your

eyes while listening

Jung Soo

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

you

Soo’s face stiffened with the smile still

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

Han swung his

his attacks with the smile now gone from

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

multiple places

was quite destructive for being a simple spar. However, the two of them did

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

was buried in

was

reason Choi Han had been contemplating things while looking at

Soo. Is that really the Sky

Jung Soo became

expression on his face. He simply swung his

Choi Han did not stop

his black aura around while calmly

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

Choi Jung Soo gave him was not labeled as the Sky

when he said it

art suited me

had learned that martial

he could tell after reading through the writer’s

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