𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑹 ⤶ 「 𝑲𝑵𝒀 𝑿 𝑴𝑶𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑵 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 」

One Hell Of A Chiropractor

picked up another job this summer... working two jobs is NO JOKE...

it's ok tho i feel like elon musk bc of the paychecks tho 💁‍♀️

WARNING: Swearing , Blood , Violence

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Just as Muichiro had absolutely cleared Gyokko with his insults, you snickered. Your eyes crinkled with laughter as you began to instigate.

"Shit, he's got a point. And you're supposed to be an upper moon? Lock the hell in," You mocked. "I mean, he's a hashira or whatever, but I'm like—just a regular demon slayer, pfft—!"

Technically—you weren't. But for the sake of pissing Gyokko off, you went with it.

"That's it," Gyokko seethed, "You're asking for it. I'm going to mutilate you far past recognition; I don't care what my orders are."

"Is that supposed to be intimidating?" Muichiro quirked a brow.

"I guess? I mean, it kind of worked, but not really," You shrugged. "It feels nice that at least one demon is trying to kill me, rather than abduct me."

Saying it out loud, you soon realized just how gruesome the reality was; that you just admitted you were happy to be threatened of death.

But hey— it was a world full of man-eating demons, what could you expect?

"Yeah, uh— that sounds weird when it comes out of my mouth," You blinked, awkwardly smiling.

"Yeah, you think?" Muichiro replied from across the battlefield.

"Behold my magnificence when I get serious!" Gyokko interrupted, coyly and cockily smirking.

'Blood Demon Art, Killer Fish Scales!'

Using his scales from his true form, he easily manipulated his barrage of wide-spread attacks that rained down on the two of you.

As he darted around, you struggled to remain on the defensive—blocking his fast, unpredictable movements.

You winced as Gyokko had hit you multiple times; yet you refused to let up—you were sure that you were ending the battle with him soon, so you dare wouldn't fall.

"How do you like my moves?! They defy the laws of nature! Thanks to my scales, I have complete control of my movements!" Gyokko boasted between attacks. "It's impossible to predict!! I love contradicting the laws of nature!"

Both you and Muichiro ensured to cover each other's backs—forced to maintain a continuous defensive; with Gyokko's consecutive, rapid attacks, you had no time to parry.

"What kind of food shall I make of you both?" Gyokko crooned. "I'll rip off your ugly heads and replace them with fish heads!"

You released a squeal, your teeth clenching, "No! No, no! No way! I don't want to be a fish!"

'Mist Breathing, Seventh Form, Obscuring Clouds!'

Just like that—Muichiro had disappeared; shrouded in a newfound mist that caked the surrounding area.