"I don't think you are..." Deruth answered honestly seeing his son's strange behavior.
Cale didn't answer anything and just frowned. His feelings were seriously boiling and, was about to explode. He had to either let it go by trying to hurt no one or calm down... A new image of his family's death crossed his mind, it seemed that even his ability was mocking him. Well, go for the first suggestion, the forest of darkness was currently too far too far and he had no other option than the underground training ground of the Henituse estate. Even if he had to answer a lot of questions afterwards it was still better than hurting innocent people at random.
"Ron, the training ground under the estate is free?"
"Yes, young master but-"
Cale didn't even give the butler time to finish his answer before he left for the basement. He was obviously followed by Ron, Deruth and Eric still as confused.
"What are you planning to do there?" Eric asked but was ignored by Cale.
Cale finally arrived in the basement and entered the boundary of the field. Fortunately the training grounds of Hénituse were all protected by a shield so as not to hurt the spectators, he just hoped it was strong enough.
He closed his eyes and let himself be overwhelmed by his memories of his two lives in full. All his repressed negative feelings and all his losses, it was a lot to bear for one man.
Ron on the side hesitated to move the two men away from there, he could feel the aura of the young master strengthening by the second. Eric and Deruth eventually noticed it too, the air was getting more and more stifling around them, it was hard to ignore it.
"Ah! I know now where I've seen something like that before, it's the aura of a sword master!" Ron could have sighed to Deruth if he wasn't so worried about his young master.
Now the whole training ground was filled with thick red smoke, the air was getting even heavier, they couldn't imagine what they would feel without the shield that was of the highest quality. The butler could see that the shield was starting to crack, it started with a small crack before it exploded into pieces. Luckily Ron pulled them to a protected corner of the room in time. They hadn't been able to see what had happened since Cale had entered the field but the red smoke suddenly cleared and they could see a smiling Cale coming towards them even his eyes were still a bright red before returning to their natural color.
"Eric, didn't you want to go out to town today?" Cale looked at him expectantly as everyone stared at him dumbly.
"Wait, what just happened?! Since when are you even a sword master?!"
"Nothing, I was just a little angry but I feel better now and no I'm not a sword master, I don't even know how to use a sword." Cale walked away from them to go to town, he had some items to go buy.
"Are you kidding me?!"
He could hear his father screaming but he didn't have the heart to answer him.
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Before he reached the outside, he could hear Eric running towards him.
"Don't leave without me!"
"Of course not, never." And they both went out.
The first purchase he had to make was naturally a solid sword. In his memories he could remember the first attack of the organization against Roan, it was on the square during the king's birthday. His brother and his friends had almost been killed that day, he would finally be able to start his revenge that same day and reduce them to pieces before the bombs even exploded. He couldn't wait for his new sword to be colored by the blood of these bastards. Yes! He also needed a cape and a few other small items, there was a Venion Stan to screw up too. He had learned in his second life with the book of the god of death that he tortured a young child and was associated with these people. And one marquis less, not that it's a big loss...
After finding everything he needed, they went back. Cale had noticed Eric's silent side but didn't ask about it.
As they were on their way home, Cale was able to see someone he knew very well especially in his first life. A dirty Choi han was sitting in a dark alley, he would have missed him if it wasn't for that strong smell of blood. He headed in his direction but without meeting his gaze, his eyes were on the two adorable little kittens in front of him. He gave them the little food he had before continue on his way.
Like hell, he was going to help her! He wasn't stupid, he regretted the words he had said at the time but he too was in a period of mourning but the swordsman nan had nothing to do, he had almost killed him. It was the only time he had lost control in years and here was his reward. Choi han had continued to hate him after that and even when he had learned later that he too had lost someone that day. He had arrived late on the day of the massacre on his territory, they all died because of him and called him a coward when he saw him again... He hoped that they would meet on the square with his team of heroes and that he could attack him without doing it on purpose of course.
Cale didn't even notice that he had arrived home before the guards greeted him. They passed through the gate of the estate and a shiver ran through Cale. He could feel the approach of a sword and without thinking he pushed it away violently. He was sure that his blow had hit his opponent, he could recognize the slide of the blade in the flesh.
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Note:
Yes, the Choi Han in Cale's first life is out of character. In this new life, he'll be more like the one in TCF. Secondly, this Cale wasn't garbage in any life but everyone knows, you don't want to mess with him on the day of his mother's death. Naturally, Choi Han comes to talk about his village, so Cale doesn't like it, and you know the rest of the story. Everyone blamed the swordsman for his behavior, but he never apologized, he felt he had every right to do so. And continued to hate Cale until his death.
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