The Game of Hide-and-Seek and the End of Art!

"Swoosh--!"

With a nauseating thud, half of the Gyokko emerged from a white pottery pot not far away.

Where is the Gyokko, domineering aura of Yu Hu from before, when he was pointing out the flaws in the world and talking about avant-garde art?

The sticky bodily fluid that had been covering his body had completely evaporated due to the high temperature.

My skin is all wrinkled now, like a salted fish that's been exposed to the sun for three days straight.

"You... you bastard..."

He had just truly experienced that intense heat that could scorch one's soul!

If he hadn't used his teleportation ability quickly enough to shed his shell and burrow into the spare jar, he'd probably be hand-in-hand with those strange fish by now, studying crematorium aesthetics in Pure Land.

But!!

At least he's an Upper Rank Gyokko, and this guy Yu Hu has a kind of self-deceptive, almost stoic, ability to manipulate others.

He stared intently at the Nichirin Blade in Giyu's hand, its firelight fading and turning blue once more, his mind racing with a frenzied mental storm.

"It's fake!! It's definitely a show-off!!"

Gyokko was desperately trying to convince herself of the positive impact of her mental state.

"This thing is clearly a Water Hashira, how could Water Breathing possibly use a basic attack followed by a powerful fireball?!"

"This absolutely doesn't conform to the scientifically established rules of the Demon Slayer Corps!"

That attack just now definitely drained my mana bar!

"The way he's standing there so straight is definitely a case of him suffering for the sake of saving face!"

"Just brush against him, and he'll be knocked out on the spot!!"

After establishing this divinely logical self-consistency, Gyokko's mindset stabilized instantly.

Not only is it stable, but I even feel like laughing o(*￣￣*)o

"Oh dear, you almost fooled me, you country bumpkin!!"

The Gyokko perked up again, and its misaligned features squeezed out that smug smile once more.

"That kind of firework-like basic attack you used earlier, you can't even muster a spark now, can you?"

"You ruined my work, and you think you can just pretend you're mute and act like a pro and I'll let nothing happen?"

Gyokko her small hands together abruptly in front of her chest.

"Smack!"

"Let me show you what real spatial magic is!! What the despair of not being able to catch a mouse is!!"

Accompanied by the howling of the Gyokko,

On the scorched earth, a dozen or so large pottery jars with very unconventional shapes emerged one after another.

They were scattered here and there, arranged in a neat and orderly fashion around Giyu.

Blood Demon Art: Killer Fish Scales!

This is Gyokko's trump card—a life-saving and assassination technique.

With these pots, he could appear and disappear infinitely between them at a speed that the human retina couldn't keep up with.

"Whoosh!"

The Gyokko pot instantly shrank into the pot in front of it and disappeared without a trace.

The next second.

"I'm here!! You big idiot!!"

About a hundred meters to Giyu's left, Gyokko pot poked half its body out of a pot, making an exaggerated funny face.

The afterimage hadn't completely dissipated.

"Whoosh!"

"Oh dear, are your eyes getting blurry? I'm right here over there!!"

Beside a charred tree root to Giyu's right rear, Gyokko emerged again, frantically clapping its little hands, making mocking "bang bang" sounds.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Gyokko has completely let loose.

He was like a sentient rat in a hellish whack-a-mole game, frantically using his vision to teleport among a dozen or so pots.

The movement speed increased faster and faster until finally, all that could be seen around was the disgusting afterimage of Gyokko and the 360-degree surround sound effects of mockery.

"Look!! That silky smooth movement! That elusive trajectory! That's pure art!!"

"Your blind, pay-to-win human eyes can't even see my taillights!!"

"Once I've had my fill of playing around, I'll crawl out of your blind spot, twist your head off, and stuff it into my newly made merchandise as a flowerpot!!"

Gyokko got more and more carried away with her words, convinced that she was a master at controlling her prey.

And at the center of controversy.

Giyu Tomioka just stood there quietly.

He held the Nichirin Blade in one hand, the tip pointing diagonally to the ground.

Not a single hair on that flawless, dead face twitched.

But actually!!

"This thing... its appearance is way too unrestrained."

Giyu silently vented his frustrations in his mind.

"His eyes are located where his mouth is. When he eats, does he eat with his mouth or inspect with his eyes?"

If you get a fish bone stuck in your throat, is it considered a choking injury or a corneal perforation?

"And what's the point of him jumping around inside the jar like that?"

Giyu completely failed to grasp the brilliance of this flashy fighting style.

"It's so noisy."

"Like a greenbottle fly that's fallen into a sewer and is fluttering around aimlessly."

"And it really does move so slowly that it leaves afterimages."

That's right, it's slow.

In Gyokko Ben Gui's opinion, his current movement speed was practically like riding on a somersault cloud, and even the wind had to eat his exhaust fumes.

But in Giyu Tomioka's Transparent World where Full Release his full power.

This so-called peak spatial teleportation is nothing more than a slow-motion replay at the level of a PowerPoint presentation.

How should I put it?

It's like watching a terrible video on a network that buffers three times a second.

The male protagonist in the video is still acting like a jerk, blatantly obnoxious towards the viewer outside the screen.

"You can't see me, can you? You definitely can't see me, right?!"

Giyu sighed inwardly.

"Let's wrap up quickly, Master Urokodaki is still sitting on the ground in the cold wind."

It's decided.

Giyu slightly raised his eyes, and in his blue pupils, he saw a broken pottery pot three meters to his right.

At this Gyokko, Yu Hu had no idea that he had been given X-ray vision.

He was hiding in the pot some distance away, basking in his own satisfaction at his perfect hide-and-seek tactic.

"Hmph!! That kid must be seeing stars and panicking like crazy right now!!"

"He didn't dare to move an inch; he was definitely scared to death by my awesome footwork!!"

Gyokko rubbed his hands together inside the pot, a twisted, maniacal laugh squeezing out from his abstract face.

"Game Over!!"

"Next, I'm going to teleport to his blind spot on his right front and use my poisoned claws to deliver a 'Black Tiger Claw to the Heart'!"

"Then listen to his pig-like screams and watch his pathetic breakdown!"

Absolutely flawless!!

Without a second thought, Gyokko activated the Blood Demon Art.

Spatial Displacement!!

"Whoosh!"

The familiar feeling of weightlessness came over him, Gyokko, filled with murderous intent and a desire to show off, suddenly sprang halfway out of the mouth of the target pottery pot!

"You'd better take my life!! You have no artistic talent whatsoever..."

Gyokko's raspy voice had barely uttered half a line, and before it could even swing its raised paw down, it was already too late.

It was as if he had pressed the mute button.

It felt like someone had snapped my neck.

Because,

The very second he peeked out.

He suddenly realized that Giyu Tomioka, who should have been standing there like a wooden stake with his back to him, had been completely disoriented by him.

I don't know when, but it has quietly settled down in front of this pottery pot.

He didn't turn around, nor did he brake suddenly!

Giyu just stood there casually, as if he'd been waiting there for eight hundred years!!

The most fatal thing is,

The cool, sharp tip of the knife hit the bullseye precisely.

The tip of the knife was only a fraction of a millimeter away from Gyokko's face.

Gyokko could even feel that the normally cold blade still carried the lingering heat from clearing the minion wave.

The heat from the scalding pigskin traveled up his pores and straight to the top of his head.

The Gyokko was directly petrified.

Stiff as a specimen!!

The surroundings became eerily quiet for a second!!

The wind has stopped!!

The leaves fell silent!

Even Sakonji Urokodaki, a bystander lying on the ground in the distance, subconsciously held his breath.

Giyu Tomioka remained silent.

He simply lowered his head slightly, staring quietly into the ugly creature before him, whose face was contorted with fear, with his unwavering blue eyes.

Dull!!

Cold and aloof!!

Yet it exudes an ultimate sense of oppression that transports you to Antarctica.

"Gurgle."

Gyokko swallowed a large mouthful of saliva with great effort.

Cold sweat poured down his pockmarked forehead as if it were free.

"He... he actually camped out at this spot beforehand?!"

Gyokko roared inwardly with a heart-wrenching rage, but her body remained so obedient that she didn't even dare to bend a toe.

As long as he dares to court death!!

As long as he dares to take even one more breath!!

That knife pointed at him would definitely slit his head in a heartbeat, and then chop his neck in two as well!

The sky has fallen!!

The sky has truly fallen!!

After Gyokko for hundreds of years, this is the first time I've ever directly smelled the scent of someone getting their lunchbox (death sentence)!

You just said...

Giyu Tomioka finally spoke.

The voice was very soft, flat, and devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Whose head are we going to twist off and use as a flowerpot?"