Seemingly furious beyond measure, Gyokko even hastened his death just to briefly repair his throat.
But before he could speak, Su Chen interrupted him. "Gyokko, time is limited. Take a good look at who you are!"
Gyokko looked at his body, his head trembling as he said, "I'm... I'm art!"
Su Chen said, "Exactly. So whose hands did you die at, and who killed you?"
Gyokko exclaimed excitedly, "I'm art! Art killed me, so I killed myself?! I shall become art!"
"Exactly! You're about to become art. Didn't we agree on that?"
Su Chen arranged Gyokko's head neatly, then drew his Nichirin Blade again.
Su Chen had never been a man to go back on his word. Since he had promised Gyokko he would complete the artwork, he had to do it properly.
"Water Breathing, Seventh Form: Fluttering Customs-Carve!"
Crack-
Slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash!
His blade flashed as Su Chen delivered over a hundred slashes in an instant. Without caring whether Gyokko agreed, he carved his head into a lifelike chamber pot.
Under the moonlight, the chamber pot gradually faded into the air. Sadly, the one involved could no longer see that final beauty of his life.
But that was all right. Su Chen had already fulfilled his mission.
"Gyokko, goodbye. You're the first demon I've killed. Thank you for being the first to go under my blade."
Su Chen put away his Nichirin Blade, walked to the basement entrance, and pushed open the door with an uneasy heart.
Sometimes, life was like that too. After you poured all your effort into accomplishing something, a door like this would always appear before you.
Behind the door might be a pleasant surprise, or it might be a new enemy. It was full of uncertainties.
But whatever