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-

with sparkling pebbles of light

aura started to

form of

violent and rough but had its mouth shut as if it

closed his eyes the moment he

‘They’re the same.’

Han and this black

had the solitude and silence that you could

Han and his black

In that case…

“Of course.”

I have to go since my esteemed

Jung Soo opened

then pulled

sword came out of its scabbard and

Ooooooooong-

white aura poured out of his sword and created

hands tightened the moment he saw the

from the white yong from Choi Jung Soo’s memories

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

himself while

even rougher while Choi Jung

two of

art. That was their

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

to be

two of them were different people and had lived different

two of their true natures were the

their hearts with the same things and

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

some mysterious

white attacked

back

Baaaaaang-

noise

appeared in front of the

attention to

were all focused on the black and white yongs intertwining with each other while baring their fangs

Baaaaang—!

his body

yong then bared

white yong leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened around

Choi Han laughed.

Han to attack first but he

nothing he could

was his way of

and

Soo

It was smooth.

was more detailed than before, he

not make him look unsightly.

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

was so beautiful that the Sword

he couldn’t help

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts

not because he created the black yong after seeing

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

held loneliness in

was also full of

to protect the thing he

must have sharpened it and sharpened it some more for that

no choice as he needed to be stealthy and

clenched his

was no one to protect

heard Choi Jung Soo’s voice at

was even more unfamiliar and awkward than

removed, you’re going to

out

“No way.”

was slowly becoming more

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

without caring about

that was

Choi

to step forward before his friends got hurt

he was

even if he didn’t, his friends would find a way to

despair as if

Jung Soo would not

could not laugh

his sword after sensing a stealthy

Clang!

block so well even with

while listening to Choi Jung

Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

laugh if you don’t want

with the

Sky Sword. The sword art you gave me was the thoughts of someone who

his sword without

Jung Soo blocked his attacks with the smile now

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

in multiple places and continuous explosions could

quite destructive for being a simple spar. However, the two of them did not

their swords and

their conversation was buried in the explosion that only the two of them could hear each

text was

reason Choi Han had been contemplating

Is that really the Sky

Jung Soo

looked at Choi Han with a stiff expression on his face. He simply swung his sword

Choi

violently swing his black aura around while calmly

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

that Choi Jung Soo gave him was not labeled as

just believed Choi Jung Soo when he

martial art suited me quite

that

writer’s hidden thoughts that were

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