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-

pebbles of

started to

form of

shut as if it had been silent in a deep location

Soo closed his eyes

‘They’re the same.’

black

you

black yong were

In that case…

“Of course.”

I have to go since my esteemed paternal cousin

Soo

pulled out his

a shabby iron sword came

Ooooooooong-

out of his sword and created

tightened the moment he saw the white

was different from the white yong from Choi Jung Soo’s memories he had seen

detailed and delicate beauty as

to himself while looking at the two

even rougher while Choi

of their sword

art. That

Soo’s sword art, seemed

was to be

two of them were different people and

two of their true natures were the

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

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

heard some mysterious roars in the air

attacked the

back against the

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook

in front

attention to the shield. Even Raon himself

focused on the black and white yongs intertwining

Baaaaang—!

an opening. However, Choi Jung Soo turned his body

black yong then

white yong leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened around the black

Choi Han laughed.

Han to attack first but he was doing

he

was his way of

and rough

Soo

It was smooth.

he was more detailed than before, he

did not make him look unsightly. He looked

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

that the Sword

he couldn’t

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts were

was not because he created the black yong after seeing Choi

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

held

also full of

determination to protect the thing he

and sharpened it some more for that

choice as he needed to be stealthy and sharp since he moved around alone to

Han clenched his

was no one to protect

Choi Jung Soo’s voice

even more unfamiliar

removed, you’re going to

out

“No way.”

aura was slowly

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

caring about

that was how

Choi Han’s

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

was

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

reason that this light called hope became infused in his black aura that was full of despair as

Choi Jung Soo would not have

could not laugh

moved his sword after sensing

Clang!

well even with your eyes

while listening to Choi

Soo was laughing

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you don’t want to

Soo’s face stiffened with the smile still on his

of someone who wanted to pierce

his

his attacks with the smile now gone

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

ground was being destroyed in multiple places and continuous explosions could

a simple spar. However,

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

was buried in the explosion that

text was a bit

reason Choi Han had been contemplating things while looking at

that really the Sky Sword of

Soo

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

Choi Han did

violently swing his

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

Jung Soo gave him was not labeled as the Sky

just believed Choi Jung Soo when he

art suited me quite

learned that martial art

he could tell after reading through the writer’s

text