A Cook, A Doctor, A Ghost and A Ronin.

Insults

Mist Breathing, Fifth Form: Sea of Clouds and Haze! Muichiro charges towards Gyokko at blistering speeds in a zig-zag motion while performing a barrage of continuous slashes in front of him, cutting those tentacles swiftly.

*Swish!*

*Slash!*

*Sash!*

Muichiro quickly chopped the tentacles into pieces. As he swings the blade to Gyokko's neck again, at another attempt on beheading the demon, Gyokko immediately retreated back in his vase.

*Swoop!*

Gyokko retreated and teleported his vase alongside him up on a tree. "That's some fast chopping right there! But you can't easily match how quickly I through the vases!" Gyokko applaud Muichiro for trying. But Muichiro cannot match the speed of his teleportation. 

"Oh? It seems that your senses are quite dull. Maybe its because you've lived for hundreds of years." Muichiro stated and mocked Gyokko who's unaware of the current situation. 

*Slash!*

A deep cut was formed on Gyokko's neck. Using his hand on his head, he tried on pressing on the cut to stop the bleeding. Thankfully, it wasn't deep enough to be fatal. 

"Too bad that you missed again, kid. Achoo! Good job on grazing him though. Although the cut could be made deeper. You almost had him." Zoro remarked Muichiro's effort. Muichiro was unsatisfied with his work. He almost had Gyokko with that move.

"You can't call that one a fluke this time, alright?" Muichiro can't call this one a fluke again. Muichiro swear, Zoro is really getting on his nerves. Zoro really is having fun teasing the brat. The kid's reaction is harsh, but entertaining.

"Next time, I'll cut it off. I can't afford to keep playing around with vases." Muichiro promised that he'll cut if off as soon as he had the chance. He'll pull it off without any hesitation.

"Don't mock me, boy." Gyokko threatened.

"I'm not mocking you. I'm just stating a fact." However, Muichiro stated that Gyokko's death will happen soon. 

"In any case, I'm going to cut off your head and kill you. I mean, I sort of feel like I'm in incredible shape right now. I wonder why." Muichiro continues taunting Gyokko. Gyokko feels slightly irritated.

"Even your tone is an insult, brat. You've only been alive for about ten years." Gyokko belittles Muichiro back by calling him a brat.

"Say what you like, but there isn't a single thing about you I can respect. The way you look, the way you talk....it's just disgusting." Muichiro fires back with a blank expression.

"You're just too poor and uncultured to understand my beauty, refinement and elegance. Even if you show a cockroach a book, it can't read it!" Gyokko calls out to Muichiro as a poor, uncultured boy who knew nothing about art therefore do not understand the value of art itself.

"But you're the one who looks like he scurries in filth" Without any hesitation, Muichiro began shooting his harsh words to Gyokko.

"Shut up, vermin! Your limbs are too short for you blade to even reach my neck!" Zoro just shakes his head as he watched the two battle against each other and trading insults to one another. 

*Bonk!*

Before Muichiro could fire another insult, Zoro stopped him from doing then and give a good smack on the head.

"Is that what you call insults? It's like watching kids battling it out at the kindergarten. That's just straight up pathetic." Zoro shakes is head. After hearing the insults that was thrown against each other by Gyokko and Muichiro, he was disappointed.

"Kid, what do you know about insult? Define it to me! Achoo!" Muichiro tilted his head in confusion. He was caught off guard with that question. Gyokko was dumbfounded at what is happening in place.

"Uhmm....hurt or disrespect them with words?" Muichiro guessed.

"Achoo! True, but not quite! Insult meant to degrade your opponents! Hurt their pride, feelings and self esteem! Harass them with words that make them wish they would never born!" Zoro explained the true meaning of insults passionately. Muichiro pulls out a notebook.

"Insults are also meant to throw your enemies off the course! Make them act recklessly in a fight! Think of yourself as matador picking a fight with a bull! Then strike when it acts carelessly!" Zoro continued. Muichiro listened wholeheartedly. He scribbled everything that he heard.

"Oi! Don't ignore me here!" Gyokko is pissed as his existence is being ignored.

"So how should I do it? What insults should I use?" Muichiro asked Zoro a question. Muichiro wondered what insult should he use.

"Well, the insults must be tailored personally to the ones that you're fighting. That way, it would be much more effective to those who are on the receiving end." Zoro explained that the more personal the insults is, the more effective is would be.

"I see....then what about him?" Muichiro pointed at Gyokko. What insult could brought a real demon out of the Upper Five?

"Well for this guy, he's quite arrogant and prideful. To infuriate someone like him, you need to use insults that target his vanity, superiority complex, or flaws." Muichiro nodded, writing everything in his notebook.

"Now, watch how professional do it." Zoro grinned. Muichiro observed intently at how the so-called professional do it. 

"Hey, Upper Five!" Zoro called out to Gyokko.

"Hmm?" Gyokko responded. 

"So what if you're one of the Twelve Kizuki? You're just a puppet clinging to scraps of power, unable to stand on your own. You are merely a desperate follower, clinging to scraps of authority. For all your boasting, the entirety of your whole existence is as empty and hollow you wish you weren't." Zoro insulted Gyokko. 

"What did you just say.....?!" Gyokko's veins were popping in angry. He balled up his fist as he is holding down his rage over what Zoro just said. His pride and ego was hurt. His sense of superiority is challenged.

"See? That's how you were supposed to do it." Zoro smirked. Muichiro wasn't satisfied. He stared at Zoro, disappointed at his weak jab.

"You want something stronger? Hey, Gyokko, did you lose your way to a circus, or is this how demons normally dress? I'd ask for a refund on that wardrobe if I were you." A powerful arrow pierced Gyokko's heart.

"You call yourself an Upper Moon, but I bet even a midnight snack beats your sorry existence. I'd offer to cook you something, but I don't think demons have a taste for failure. I expected a fearsome Upper Moon, not an overrated art critic. Maybe you should take up a hobby that suits you better" 

"Even a three-year-old with finger paint could do better than this—your skills are a joke! I've seen scarier sights at a clown convention! Is that your face or did a stampede of boars run over it? I'd lend you a mask, but I doubt any disguise could cover up that train wreck you call a face!"

"What did you say about me?! I'll kill you and carve you up to make my greatest art!" Gyokko was beyond enraged. Not only Zoro insulted his looks but he also insulted his greatest obsession being art.

"How's that kid? Achoo!" Zoro did not hold back at all. He fired everything that he had. Muichiro just nodded in silence. Not bad. So that's how I supposed to do it? He thought to himself.

"Come on, kid! Shoot your shot!" After Zoro had demonstrated his insults, he encouraged Muichiro to shoot his shot next with a smile etched on his face. Muichiro stroke his chin, thinking about it for a while. 

What should I come up with?