Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 243 Stupidity is contagious

The battle between ghosts and humans was doomed from the moment it began.

This is an unequal battle.

How can humans defeat evil spirits?

How can humans challenge ghosts? On a night without the sun, in the darkness illuminated only by moonlight, what do they rely on to stand?

Lin Guang wanted to ask countless times, but the bamboo joints blocked his lips and teeth, and the gag became a chain. The questions that could not be uttered were stuck in his throat and swallowed back into his lungs along with his breathing. The eternal questions lay across the center of his ribs, beating in sync with his heart, and every beat caused a trembling itch.

It's like hair piercing the skin, so every breath and every movement makes the blood rush.

Why? Why? Why are they so brave? Why can a life that only comes once be so strong?

Why does the swinging blade become more powerful each time, why does the leaping figure become faster each time, why does the figure dodging the long sword become more flexible each time.

This is unreasonable.

Just human.

Just human.

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"Huh... When Tokito said that, I thought he was joking. I didn't expect this guy to be such a good fighter."

The battle lasted from night to dawn. The sun had not yet risen, the moon was still hanging in the sky, and the stars were blinking, but the moonlight was beginning to move to the west, and the moon was about to set.

"It is indeed, surprisingly effective."

The two men's panting was undoubtedly the best evidence of the effectiveness of the training. The four wooden swords lay together, stacked up in a messy manner. The damage was different, but the blades had lost their rounded arc due to collisions, leaving only a bumpy surface. The blades also had cracks of varying degrees. The four brand new wooden swords announced the end of their mission before the moonlight disappeared.

"That's amazing, Rinko, even more amazing than I thought."

Muichiro also took a deep breath and sat down on the steps with Shiya. Even when fighting with two people before, he had never felt so refreshed. The feeling of not having to worry or worry, just attacking without restraint was truly different from his usual training.

Shimi raised his head and looked at the boy standing there. The boy held his head high and looked at the moon, not knowing what he was thinking. The three of them rarely felt tired, but the boy just stood there. Only his chest rose and fell violently for a short time, but it was too short. After just a few breaths, he had recovered as if the whole night of fighting had never happened.

The whole night seemed to be just a brief moment in his eyes, just like now, he had returned to his most normal breathing, as if nothing had happened, and was just gazing at the moon with those eyes.

"Hey, kid, do you still have the energy for the next round?"

There was no reason, and Shimi couldn't tell when the emotion started to appear, and when the dissatisfaction turned into anger. Maybe it was because the other party's indifferent expression was really annoying, or maybe it was because there was no expression on that face during the fight, or maybe it was because the other party was obviously a ghost, but he didn't know who learned such excellent swordsmanship from. It was obviously a ghost, obviously a ghost, obviously just a ghost, so why could he stand here like a human being, as if he was innocent.

Disgusting.

In the final analysis, it was wrong from the beginning. He was obviously a ghost, but he appeared in front of humans, never hurt them, but refused to leave those ghosts. What on earth did he want to do? It was such a greedy choice to want both. Did this kid really think he was still a baby who had not been weaned? Would he be satisfied if he cried to his elders?

"Hey, kid, I'm calling you."

The unresponsive silence became the spark that ignited the grassland.

The flames boiled as the wind swept through them.

The punch he swung missed, as expected, and was followed by a kick. Even without weapons, Shimi's fighting skills were not weak. He had walked through the days when he had to protect his younger brother step by step. Even if he put down the Nichirin Sword, he was still a brother who could protect his younger brother.

"Don't just hide here and there. You're not a ghost, then come and fight me."

This time the punch was not dodged, and it hit the small palm. At the moment of collision, Shimi even heard a clear sound of bone cracking, but there was no pain. It was conceivable that it was not his bones that were broken, but the boy's.

But the boy didn't seem to feel the pain. That hand tried hard to support his fist. Even when the small palm was stretched to its maximum, it could only cover the joint of his clenched fist. The grip was not firm. Shimi just turned slightly sideways and flicked his wrist to break free. Then the next punch was blocked accurately one by one. He could hear the sound of broken bones almost every time.

Such a fragile body, bones that would break with a single blow, can this still be considered a ghost?

He once again shook off the hand that was trying to grab him, and this time he raised his leg, sweeping it across like the wind. The swift attack was easily dodged by bending down. The boy's body was full of resilience, and Shiya was no less so. He lowered his center of gravity, allowing the attack to hit from a lower place, forcing the boy to retreat until he was forced to jump when the sweeping leg passed by.

The moment he was suspended in the air, the boy became a target. A sweeping kick was followed by a precise flying kick. Unexpectedly, this time it did not miss, but what was even more surprising was that it was the calf that collided in the air. A clear dull pain came from the leg bone, almost as if the bone had been broken, but Shiya knew that was just an illusion.

The force of the collision caused them to distance themselves from each other.

"Ah."

The boy landed on the ground, his feet rubbing against the ground to quickly stabilize his body. He stood firm again and glanced at Shimi. When their eyes met, Shimi suddenly lost his temper.

Just as he didn't know where the emotion came from, he now didn't understand why he suddenly lost the will to fight.

Perhaps it was because he was clearly aware that the person standing in front of him was just a child, a ghost, but a child, in mind and body, just a child.

Living for hundreds of years meant nothing to the boy, and the infinite indignation in his heart was just a complaint that the boy could not understand even if he expressed it clearly.

"Ah... me too. Why would I want to get mad at a brainless idiot like you?"

Shimi put his hand on his forehead. For a moment, he realized that he was more like a child than the boy in front of him. He couldn't tell what his real goal was or who he should really hate. So he was easily angered because of the one-sided similarity, mistakenly thinking that he was qualified enough to decide everything.

"Buzugawa...what happened?"

Muichiro tilted his head and looked at Xiao Banai beside him. He could understand why Shimizu challenged Rinko again. After all, the other party was such an energetic person. It was just a habit for him to beat Rinko while mocking him and forcing him to fight back. It could even be said to be a kind of pride for Shimizu.

But what was going on now? Why did he suddenly stop fighting? The other party suddenly looked annoyed.

"Maybe it's infected..."

Xiao Banai had some guesses based on his interactions with Shimi. After all, he probably had similar emotions.

"Infected?"

Muichiro didn't realize the meaning of this sentence. He asked back subconsciously, and Xiao Banai nodded calmly.

"Well, I got infected and became a fool."