Legendary Superstar-Chapter 140: Final Auditions (3)

"Minjae," she began as a small smile showed on her lips. "For the next part, we'd like you to perform Scene 56. As you know, it's a fight scene… but with heightened emotion and stakes."

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"To help you with this, we've invited someone to act with you." She paused slightly as her eyes lifted toward the doors at the back of the audition room.

Minjae raised his brows slightly. His forehead creased as he waited for what was about to come.

The doors at the back opened quietly, and a tall man stepped in. He wasn't dressed like the others in the room. Instead, he wore simple black training clothes, and in his hand was a short but sturdy stick made of polished wood that was covered in foam.

It was clearly custom-made to resemble the weight and feel of a sword, while keeping it safe.

"This is Sir Cole," Director Kang explained from his seat. "He's one of our stage combat trainers. He'll be acting as your opponent in this scene."

Sir Cole gave a small bow as he stepped forward. "We'll keep it safe, Minjae. Just follow your instincts while acting, and I'll follow your rhythm. I know you're not familiar with this." he said in a low voice, meant only for Minjae to hear.

"Will do, Sir Cole." Minjae took the offered practice stick and gripped it carefully. He let the weight settle in his hand and nodded.

Truth to be told, Minjae wasn't unfamiliar with this. He has also been cast for a couple of historical dramas. That's why when it comes to having a background knowledge of these kinds of things, he for sure, wasn't lacking.

As Minjae held the stick in his hands, he recalled the scene that he would play.

Scene 56.

In this scene, his character had been ambushed. He was already bruised, wounded, and running low on energy. He was getting chased by the knights of his enemy's family.

This scene marks one of the conclusions of his first revenge.

Minjae walked to the middle of the audition room once again. He familiarized himself with the stick before lowering it down

Minjae exhaled once, and without any signal, Sir Cole lunged toward him, beginning the fight.

Their sticks clashed, the sound of it echoing in the quiet room. Minjae ducked a swing, and countered with a hit to the ribs, only for Sir Cole to avoid it and push him back.

Cole was genuinely surprised, thinking that Minjae was just frail and experienced like most young actors who only studied the emotion of the scene, not the physicality.

However, the moment their sticks collided and Minjae responded without hesitation, Sir Cole quickly adjusted his stance, correcting it in a split second.

'He knows how to use the stick?'

Minjae's movements weren't perfect, but they had weight. Minjae looked confident and his movement showed that he was familiar with everything, even how to swing the stick properly for it to look as if it was heavy in his hands.

Before Sir Cole could think more about it, Minjae started his lines.

"You bastards," Minjae gripped the practice stick tightly, eyes sharp and breath steady as Sir Cole came at him again. Their sticks clashed with a loud crack, and Minjae stepped back, dodging to the side before lunging forward with a counterattack.

Sir Cole played the role of the lead knight, his voice low and angry.

"There's nowhere to run."

"I'm not running." Minjae spat, swinging his weapon. It hit with force, enough to make Sir Cole retreat half a step.

"Retreat now and come with us."

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Minjae's voice was harsh but calm.

Sir Cole moved to the left, then struck from the right. Minjae barely blocked it in time.

"You think you'll get out of here alive?"

The two fought again, their swords hitting one another. Minjae was clearly weaker, but his strikes were noticeably still accurate.

Sir Cole paused for a beat, circling him.

"You're alone and injured. Why do you keep fighting?"

Minjae's chest heaved. His grip tightened.

"You don't deserve to know."

He rushed forward again, this time reckless and wild. His stick clashed with Sir Cole's once, twice—then a sudden twist disarmed Cole.

Cole's eyes widenes as he took a step back. He held his hand as if surrendering in the scene.

Minjae stood there, still acting. He was panting for breath but his eyes remained filled with satisfaction and rage.

"Tell your lords," he said through clenched teeth.

"I'm not done."