Chapter 161 Verbal Attack

Yuchiro felt very cold, and the numbness in his body made him struggle to open his eyelids. There was a wet sensation and water droplets dripping onto his body.

"...Wake up."

I can't quite hear who it is. This feeling is so similar to what I felt back then.

He watched as his vision gradually cleared, and seeing Muichiro hugging him and crying incessantly, he couldn't help but reach out and stroke him.

"Stop crying, you look awful."

"elder brother--."

Muichiro hugged the other tightly, breaking down in tears, which streamed down his face like a broken string of pearls, leaving Yuichiro stunned.

Did I just hear some strange address? It wasn't that he was being sarcastic; I genuinely felt like I was hallucinating.

Where is that ghost?

Yuichiro reached out and pushed away Muichiro's face, which was rubbing against his, and coughed a few times before asking a question. Muichiro realized what was happening and turned to look at the wooden house not far away, where he could hear sounds coming from inside.

"Oh no."

As Ichiro propped himself up and reached for his Nichirin Blade, Muichiro stopped him. Muichiro shook his head, gripped his Nichirin Blade, and walked towards the cabin.

The wooden house was in a mess, and Muichiro could not see Kotetsu standing firmly in front of Gyokuko, his body covered in cuts and wounds.

"Whoosh—".

In the blink of an eye, the jewel dodges Muichiro's Nichirin Blade aimed at his neck, retracts back into the jewel, and rolls a few times before coming to a steady stop not far away.

How did that kid get up? His body was numb and he had lost so much blood, yet he still looked completely unconcerned. How did he do that?

Yu Hu's face darkened. He looked at the water droplets falling on Wu Yilang's hair and realized that it wasn't that one.

"They actually broke free."

Yu Hu was even more dissatisfied that his artwork had been destroyed. He looked at Ichiro rushing towards him, and a pot appeared in his hand.

The octopus's slimy tentacles surged and grew larger from the pot, surrounding Muichiro in an instant. At that moment, Tetsuya Mori ran towards the enemy with his newly forged Nichirin Blade.

"Lord Tokito—".

The tentacles tore through the wooden house, and Ichiro, who had managed to stand up, saw Muichiro being entangled and instantly tensed up, gripping his Nichirin Blade tightly as he rushed over.

"Oh my, you can move too. Looks like I really skimped on the work just now. This time I'll crush and absorb you both completely."

Yu Hu noticed Ichiro rushing towards him, and a tentacle wrapped around him as he commanded. Just as the tentacle contracted forcefully, the sound of a sword being swung rang out.

Yu Hu turned her head and saw Muichiro lying steadily on the ground with the broken octopus tentacles, feeling incredulous.

"I am truly grateful that you forged this sword for me, Mr. Tetsuya Mori."

Tetsuka Mori, who had fallen to the ground alongside him, looked at the brand-new Nichirin Blade in the other's hand and realized that he only had the scabbard left in his own hand.

"No...it's nothing. I was just forging it according to the records written by your first swordsmith..."

Muichiro remembered, remembered Mr. Tetsuido who had always cared about him. He gripped the hilt of his sword and looked at Ichiro, who had broken free and was looking at him from a distance.

I'm sorry to have worried you, Mr. Tetsuido. I'm fine now.

"Breath of the Mist, Form of Five, Sea of ​​Mist and Clouds".

With each swing of Muichiro's sword, high-speed, fine slashes continuously destroyed the approaching tentacles. The rapid movements scattered colorful clouds in their wake.

The jade pot swiftly retracted into its container, dodging the final blow aimed at him. He emerged from the pot in the tree behind him, looking down at Muichiro and mocking him.

"It did chop very quickly, but it couldn't catch up with me."

Muichiro turned his head and casually looked up at him: "Is that so? You're really quite arrogant."

"Breath of the Moon - First Form - Dark Moon Palace".

Ichiro leaped up, swiftly drawing his Nichirin Blade from his waist and slashing at Gyokko's neck. Gyokko was jerked backward, quickly retracting into the pot, and was shattered in the process.

Yuchiro landed regretfully on the tree, looking down at the jade pot that had appeared in another pot on the ground, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Not only have they repeatedly ruined my art, but they've also ambushed me. What an arrogant brat!"

Yu Hu touched the blood on her neck and looked at the two identical little devils, feeling extremely annoyed.

"You're being so noisy and incessant. Anyway, I'll chop your neck off soon."

Ichiro jumped down from the tree and said nonchalantly, while Muichiro looked at the blood flowing from the other's movements and pouted.

"Brother, you're bleeding."

"Shut up, you're noisy too, don't bother me while I'm cursing this ugly thing."

Without turning around, Ichiro scanned the jewel pot from bottom to top with a look of disdain, and couldn't help but sneer.

"It looks so unappetizing."

"Both their appearance and their words are disgusting."

Muichiro looked at Gyokko and nodded in agreement with his older brother's statement. After recovering, his lungs were no longer seriously injured. He looked at Ichiro's body covered in wounds, with torn kimonos sticking to the other's skin.

"You two ill-mannered hut bugs can't possibly understand my beauty, temperament, and elegance. Shortys with short arms and legs, you can't even reach me with such a long knife."

"Huh? You're the one who looks like you're living in a thatched hut, aren't you?"

Yuichiro frowned, and his expression made Gyokko burst into laughter, mocking him with his rambling. Muichiro reached out and tugged at Yuichiro's sleeve. Seeing Yuichiro turn around, his furrowed brows and disapproving look at the trash made Muichiro feel at ease.

"Brother, look at his teapot, he seems so interested in it..."

"What is that?"

Muichiro's words brought Gyoku to a halt. Muichiro touched his cheek, tilted his head, and said with a puzzled and extremely innocent expression, "Isn't the pattern crooked? It's not symmetrical either. The workmanship is so rough!"

"Hahaha, I think so too. It's too ugly. The craftsmanship is terrible and the color scheme is so ugly it makes me dizzy."

Upon hearing this, Ichiro couldn't help but burst into laughter. Gyokuko trembled with rage, the ear-piercing laughter causing his veins to bulge. He roared hysterically, "Are your eyes rotten?! My teapot is clearly the epitome of art!! Where's it crooked?! Where's the color scheme ugly?!"

With his roar, Muichiro rushed over and swung his sword to sever the neck of the jade pot, but what floated out was a layer of broken skin.

"Ugh—it even sheds its skin, can you please stop hiding?"

Ichiro, watching the dissipating skin, scratched his head in frustration and, along with Muichiro, turned their gaze to the tree. They could only see a figure entwined among the branches, its features obscured by the moonlight.

"You are the third people to see me like this."

"That's quite a lot." / "Can't you do math? It's the fourth one."

'Let me show you what I'm really like.'

"Okay, okay." / "You talk too much."

"Shut up, when I'm serious, no one can survive."

"Wow, that's amazing!" / "Was that serious in your dream?"

"Shut up, you two brats!!! These translucent scales are harder and stronger than diamonds. Kneel before my flawless beauty!"

Jade Pot roared, and its figure appeared before the two. Apart from its missing arm, it now had longer, fishtail-like hair on its head, and its lower body had transformed into a fishtail. Its entire body was covered in transparent scales, with only its two muscular arms remaining, tinged with blue.

"..."