Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 281 Reunion

It is undoubtedly a joy to meet friends again.

The first person to visit this mountain was Kyojuro, but before Rinko had time to be happy, he left first at Tanjiro's request because of his strong sense of responsibility and became a good teacher for Tanjiro's one-on-one teaching.

The one who came to visit after that was Muichiro. He came quietly and without any warning. To Rinko's surprise, Rinko now had a new playmate, although they both had some differences in the definition of play.

Before the sun set, a new visitor came, dragging a long shadow. Before seeing who the visitor was, Lin Guang heard the voice first. The loud voice was very penetrating and penetrated through the woods into their ears.

Very similar to Kyojuro.

Mitsuri came, and behind the voice came a smell, a very fragrant smell, like flowers mashed into sauce.

Lin Guang remembered this taste, the taste of honey, and he also remembered another taste, the taste of that beautiful and soft pastry that he had seen not long ago.

The cloth used to tie up the luggage was stretched out on the ground, serving as a cushion. The three people sat in a circle under the shade of the tree. As the boxes were opened one by one, the fragrance gradually spread, just as tempting as in memory.

"I can……"

The outstretched hand is an invisible and silent temptation, and the sound made by the open mouth is a substantial attempt.

"No."

The hand that was half extended but not yet touched was knocked, and the words that were half spoken but not yet completed were denied. The ruthless 'bad guy' was the familiar Muichiro. The boy who had always been gentle had lost all his warmth at this moment. The knocking palm was light but resolute, there was no smile on his face, and the tone was an undeniable denial.

"Huh? Why? It's okay to give some to Rinko-chan, right?"

Mitsuri, who didn't know the inside story, picked up a piece of cake and prepared to put it into Rinkou's mouth while speaking.

"Rinko can't eat this. Tanjiro said that if Rinko eats human food, she will feel uncomfortable and will vomit afterward."

Muichiro didn't try to stop him, but simply explained. Linguang watched helplessly as the cake, which had almost reached his mouth, immediately turned and was delivered into Muichiro's mouth after he said this. The boy never showed any clear emotions, but after the cake was bitten into pieces, Linguang still saw satisfaction on his face.

"Mm, it's delicious."

It was still the familiar calm tone, but it seemed to have a hint of pride in it.

"If you like, you can eat more~"

Mitsuri, not realizing anything was wrong, raised another piece of cake.

Lin Guang, who could only look but not eat, looked at this and that.

"Muichiro is a bad guy."

The indignant boy concluded this.

"How can you say that, little Rinko! Tokito didn't let you eat because it was for Rinko's own good. Little Rinko, don't say bad things about Tokito."

"Mitsuri is also a bad person."

The one who got angry before Mitsuri or Muichiro was another person with a loud voice.

"Hey, hey, hey, you little bastard, who are you talking bad about?"

The voice was only one step faster than the person himself. Before the last word fell, the flying long sword came in front of him. Lin Guang tilted his head slightly, and the sharp blade only scraped off a few hairs.

"Shiya's way of greeting is really rare."

The front, which was empty when he turned his head to the side, was filled with the man's figure when he turned his head back. Lin Guang was not surprised. He just tilted his center of gravity and leaned his whole body to one side, avoiding Shimi who was blocking his view in front of him. Behind him was Xiao Banai who was gradually walking towards him. In comparison, the other party seemed a little introverted.

"It's because I heard someone saying something bad here."

Shiya did not feel guilty because of the boy's roundabout accusations. Instead, he retorted with confidence and reached out to flick the boy's head.

"I'm not saying anything bad, I'm just telling the truth. Muichiro and Mitsuri are both bad people."

This time, the reserved man was no longer quiet. The figure holding the knife appeared in front of him from a distance without even taking a breath. Lin Guang took advantage of the situation and lay on the ground, easily dodging the swinging knife.

"Because I've been with you for so long, Banai-chan has become a little rude. Shimizu, you should reflect on yourself."

Lin Guang shirked responsibility in a leisurely tone, and when faced with the pursuing fist, he rolled on the ground twice nimbly, distanced himself, stretched out his hands to support the ground, and his body flew into the air. When his feet landed again, a scolding followed.

"Boy, you've become so disrespectful after not seeing me for a few days. I really need to teach you a lesson."

The knife stuck in the tree was pulled out and swung with a sound of breaking through the air. Lin Guang stretched out his hand and hooked it at the other party.

"Then let's see who teaches whom a lesson."

"Hey—that's too much! You didn't even invite me to play with Rinko, and Rinko, too, started playing before he even finished eating."

Muichiro swallowed the remaining pastry in his mouth, picked up the Nichirin Sword placed aside, stood up and joined the battle.

"Hey hey hey! Why did they start fighting?!"

What stopped him from calling a halt to the fight was a hand on his shoulder.

It was Kyojuro who arrived in the moonlight. Rinkou didn't even have time to say hello to him before he was busy comforting Mitsuri who didn't realize her current situation. And Sanemi in front of him didn't allow him to be distracted, and a cold light flashed in his eyes the next second after he shifted his gaze.

"Hey, hey, hey, focus!"

Obana, Minami, and Muichiro, a familiar lineup, a long-lost melee, and soon the melee turned into a one-on-three situation that Rinkou was more familiar with.

“It’s okay to not focus.”

Lin Guang replied.

Such an answer was no different from a provocation. Provocations in battle would show results faster than at any other time. Strong winds stirred up from the flat ground, fogs rising for no reason, and mysterious attacks appeared out of sight. The expression of anger was a little more exaggerated than expected.

"Oh, what a big scene."

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"Is it really okay..."

Mitsuri was somewhat worried. It was a three-on-one battle, with three pillars and one boy. Even though she knew the other side was a demon, and was initially comforted by Kyojuro who knew the situation better, facing the increasingly intense battle, Mitsuri found it difficult not to be worried.

It's okay for the ghost to be injured, but little Rinko will still feel some pain.

"As for Rinkou, it should be no problem! Although he looks like a child, Rinkou is actually more powerful than you and I think. After all, Rinkou is still a ghost."

Kyojuro crossed his arms and watched the battle from the best position. He had been busy teaching those team members with weaker basic skills. Although he did not neglect his own training, training alone was different from fighting with others. Practice was the best way to test the improvement of strength. Although he was just observing now, a battle of this level was enough to make people realize their own shortcomings.

Kyojuro knew that Rinkou was a very powerful ghost, and he had heard such comments from others. Rinkou was very powerful, but Kyojuro had no idea how powerful he was.

But now, there were flying long swords in front of his eyes, the sound of wind constantly cutting his swords and the angry roars because of being provoked and unable to hit his target. The petite boy was as light as a flying bird or a wild cat in such a dangerous battlefield. No matter how the hunters chased him, they could not even touch his tail.

"It's really amazing."