Gyokko's fury nearly set him ablaze.
His prized Blood Demon Art, "Water Prison Pot," had been easily broken by what he considered a "split-off body." To him, this was the greatest humiliation of his life.
His pathological pride would never allow such a thing to happen.
"Unforgivable... absolutely unforgivable!"
Gyokko twisted his body, and several deathly pale arms once again emerged from the vase beneath him.
This time, what those arms raised high were no longer fish or water, but several lifeless corpses dressed in swordsmiths' clothing.
The corpses' faces were contorted, filled with the pain and despair of their final moments. Their limbs had been joined together at bizarre angles, forming a grotesque "sculpture" steeped in resentment.
"Look! Look at this!"
Gyokko let out a sick, frenzied cry as he showed his "masterpiece" to Sasuke's Shadow Clone.
"These cries of anguish! This despair! These twisted poses! Don't you think this is the most beautiful art in the world?!"
In the distance, Muichiro Tokito, who had just escaped the water prison and was still gasping heavily, saw this scene, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
Those... were all swordsmiths who had taken up weapons and fought to their last breath to protect the village!
Even after death, they were being desecrated like this by this demon!
"You bastard!"
Muichiro roared and struggled to rise, but the lingering effects of oxygen deprivation left his body weak, and he fell to the ground again.
Faced with Gyokko's revolting "work of art," Sasuke's Shadow Clone's gaze turned utterly cold.
The Mangekyo pattern in his right eye slowly rotated.
An ominous black flame sprang into existence on his right hand, burning quietly without a sound.
"Kagutsuchi."
At his low utterance, the Black Flames of Amaterasu, which embodied destruction and finality, began to undergo an