"Works of art?"
Muichiro Tokito tilted his head. Not the slightest ripple stirred in his pale blue-green eyes, which reflected the moonlight, at the appearance of the monster before him.
He merely tightened his grip on his Nichirin Blade, his tone as flat as if he were asking what was for dinner.
"Although I don't understand what you're saying, it'll be very troublesome if you interfere with my training."
This almost dismissive attitude clearly wounded Gyokko's sensitive, twisted pride.
"Rude! Utterly rude!"
The two mouths on Gyokko's forehead and chin opened and closed simultaneously, letting out piercing shrieks as his body writhed violently inside the pot like a venomous snake whose tail had been stepped on.
"How could a monkey with no taste like you understand my refined elegance! But that's all right. Once I cut off your limbs, stuff you into my pot, and turn you into an eternal miniature landscape, you'll understand what true beauty is!"
Before he finished speaking, he slammed his webbed hand against the pot.
"Blood Demon Art: Senbon Needles, Fish Kill!"
With a teeth-grating gurgle, the porcelain pot's originally small opening spewed great torrents of water out of nowhere, as though it were a whirlpool connected to the deep sea.
Immediately afterward, more than a dozen plump goldfish with grotesque human legs "swam" into the air along the current.
They opened their large mouths, packed with tiny, sharp teeth, their cheeks swelling.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
Countless sharp, poisoned needles gleaming an eerie green shot from the goldfish's mouths like a torrential shower of pear blossoms, instantly filling every inch of space around Muichiro.
Every poisoned needle gave off a nauseating, fishy-sweet smell.
It was a deadly poison potent enough to paralyze an elephant's nerves instantly.
Kotetsu had long since collapsed to the ground in