Chapter 64: That's Why I Hate Geniuses.
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"It's moving!" Muichiro looked surprised at the pot shaking like it was angry.
At this moment.
Bang!
The porcelain pot suddenly stopped shaking.
"...What did you say?! Damn brat...!!"
Plop...
With a slippery plop sound coming from the pot.
Gyokko stretched out his small hand from the mouth of the pot, slowly crawled out, stood tall against the moonlight, and straightened his body like an aquatic creature.
The slippery mucus dripped down his pale body, wrapping his body, and the smooth surface reflected the moonlight.
The originally comical face became distorted due to anger, the small hands stitched on his body clenched hard, and he glared at the bushes behind him:
"...Huh?"
"My pot... ugly?!"
Gyokko almost gritted his teeth and said this sentence, the veins on his clenched hand bulged, and the pupils growing in his mouth spread bloodshot due to rage.
He suddenly stretched out his finger, pointing forcefully at the Tokito family behind the bushes:
"Damn brat! It's your eyes that have a problem!!"
"My pot is art, you brainless mortals!!"
Gyokko glared angrily at Tokito Yuichiro behind the bushes, his hand trembling with rage.
He didn't care about the few people approaching, he was just quietly waiting for the three Hashira in the Swordsmith Village to take the bait.
The approaching Tokito family, in his view, were just ordinary humans.
And there were also two little brats who looked about ten years old.
No threat at all.
But he didn't expect that the words that the little brat said would be so infuriating!
Absolutely unforgivable!
——...I should turn them into pots.
Gyokko's eyes squeezed together forcefully, thinking so in his heart.
Behind the bushes.
Step.
"Huh...?"
Yuichiro frowned as he stared at Gyokko who crawled out of the pot, he slightly opened his mouth, took a half step back, his hand unconsciously blocking the hilt of his sword:
"What... what is this thing..."
——It's even stranger than that six-eyed old man!
——Is this really a creature that normally exists in the world?!
——It's even talking!
He looked incredulous, quickly pulling his dazed younger brother back:
"Muichiro! Stay away from that thing!"
"Ah, okay!" Muichiro, hearing this, looked at Gyokko in panic, then quickly took small steps to hide behind Yuichiro.
Muichiro hesitated for a moment, holding his sword, he poked his head out from behind his brother, speaking timidly:
"Brother, that thing is squirming..."
Saying this, he pursed his lips, shrank back a bit, and whispered:
"...So disgusting."
This sound was like the last straw that broke Gyokko's back.
"Huh?!"
Gyokko's mouth drooped, veins bulged on his face, he stretched out a hand, suddenly condensing a white pot from flesh and bone:
"...Stinky brat!!"
He lifted the pot in his hand, and violently threw it towards the direction of the father and sons:
"Go to hell!"
Near the bushes.
Click!
Tokito Tadaichiro gripped the hilt of his sword, his breathing slightly deep.
He had been silent, observing Gyokko's appearance —— whether it corresponded to someone described by Tsugikuni Michikatsu.
Tadaichiro didn't want to swing his sword at others, but Tsugikuni Michikatsu changed his mind with just one sentence.
——'The target is not a human, consider it a moving tree.'
Because he thought a moving tree was novel, Tadaichiro immediately took his sword and set off.
But...
Tsugikuni-san.....
Tokito Tadaichiro's dark red pupils reflected Gyokko's strange appearance, he was slightly embarrassed.
This is not... a tree, right...
Just as Tadaichiro was about to draw the sword from his waist.
He glanced sideways, looking in the direction behind Gyokko.
Step step step!!
A rush of footsteps, and the rustling sound of quickly passing leaves came from the other side of the forest.
Accompanied by a strong exhalation.
"Hiss——!"
Rengoku Shinjuro's legs were tense, he was sprinting quickly through the forest, his orange-red pupils reflected Gyokko's tall figure.
——Caught up!
[Flame Breathing·First Form·Unknowing Fire——Shiranui]!
The hand holding the hilt of his sword turned slightly, and the dazzling flames suddenly spurted out from the sword!
Almost instantly!
That flaming red hair, burning under the moonlight, rushed to Gyokko's back!
Rengoku Shinjuro stopped abruptly behind Gyokko, stepped on his foot, his hair tips shaking, he slightly lowered his body, holding his Nichirin Sword horizontally.
His gaze was firm, the sword was wrapped in red flames! He suddenly swung upwards!
"Whoosh!"
A sword light, sharp to the extreme, quickly swept across the pot in Gyokko's hand and went straight to his neck!
Clang!
With the slash unimpededly cutting through the air, the sound of porcelain falling to the ground echoed nearby:
"...That was close!" Gyokko slowly raised his head, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead as if joking, and waved his hand:
"You almost cut me!"
He said, slowly crawling out of another pot behind Shinjuro.
But the next moment.
In Gyokko's gradually surprised eyes.
The new pot in his hand suddenly appeared a smooth crack!
Clang——Clang!
The porcelain pot slowly fell, finally fell to the ground, made a crisp sound, and shattered completely!
Gyokko's pupils shrank sharply, he covered his face with his small hands, and screamed in surprise:
"...My pot——!!!"
Ignoring the screaming Gyokko.
Rengoku Shinjuro quickly turned around, he held the Nichirin Sword in his hand, the sword pointed at Gyokko, blocking the Tokito family.
He tilted his head slightly, took advantage of the gap, and looked at Tadaichiro behind him:
"This place is dangerous, you guys should leave quickly."
"You..." As Shinjuro spoke, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of the scabbard at Tadaichiro's waist.
He quickly looked at the young Muichiro and Yuichiro, and also saw the swords they were carrying.
——Are they corps members?
Shinjuro frowned slightly, he specifically looked at the Muichiro brothers.
——So young...?
In this era when the prohibition of swords has long been issued, those who dare to carry a sword, and located near the village of swordsmiths...
Shinjuro subconsciously classified several people into the category of the Demon Slayer Corps.
Although he had never seen it, considering that he didn't care about the Demon Slayer Corps during his decadent time...
After hesitating for a while, Shinjuro asked Tadaichiro:
"...You guys."
"What rank of swordsman are you?"
Upon hearing this, Tadaichiro raised his head slightly and looked at the figure of Rengoku Shinjuro facing them.
Rank...?
Seeing Tadaichiro's silent look, Shinjuro frowned and quickly asked another question:
"How long have you been holding the sword?"
"Holding the sword?" Tadaichiro looked at the sword at his waist, he thought for a while, propped his chin with his hand, and tilted his head:
"Probably..."
"...More than three weeks?"
Just as the two were talking.
Gyokko, who was standing opposite the group, slowly came back to his senses, his face gloomy, and a pot was generated again from his palm!
Bang!
"Dangerous!"
Tokito Tadaichiro looked at Gyokko's movements on the opposite side, his pupils shrank slightly, and he almost subconsciously gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist.
The next moment.
[Moon Breathing·Dark Moon Evening Palace——Yoi no Miya]
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