Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 226 Mi Li

With permission, you can join the Demon Slayer Corps training and provide assistance to the best of your ability.

That's what he said, but when it came to actually participating, Rinkou had no idea how the Demon Slayer Corps trained. He had no idea. His only memory of training was the life-or-death escape with Kokushibo, and then the hilariously awkward exchange of witty writing exercises with demon hunters thrown out by Akaza and Douma. But none of that could be called training. Training was a learning process. The closest analogy was probably the time he spent with Urokodaki on that mountain.

But Lin Guang actually didn't remember what happened during that time. His memory was flipping through, but the wind and sand of time had blurred everything in the past. He forced himself to open his eyes, but all he could see through the thick clouds was the girl's back; even her face was unclear.

Who was that? I couldn't remember, but even the slightest thought could still make me feel a dull pain in my chest.

"Woo. Hmm?"

The gag is a really troublesome thing.

Lin Guang has not yet gotten used to the existence of this thing. Every time he thinks of something, he still subconsciously wants to speak. The words he had prepared roll out from his vocal cords, slide into his mouth, and are then pulled back by the bamboo joints. All that can come out from the gap is a pitiful whimper like a puppy. He is obviously so old, but he seems like a child who can't even speak.

"Rinko, is there anything you want to say?!"

Mitsuri was undoubtedly a very enthusiastic person, not inferior even to Kyojuro. Although this was their first meeting and they had only been together for a short while, Rinkou had already begun to like this cheerful girl.

"Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmm."

Rinkou pointed at himself, then at the other person, and finally at the Demon Slayers who were entering the arena one after another, unaware of his presence. Mitsuri watched his movements, one arm folded over her arm, the other rubbing her chin, a look of intense study, her gaze shifting in the direction of his finger.

"Let me see, let me see, little Rinko, I, the team member, ah! Little Rinko wants to play with them!"

The cheer was answered by arms folded in the air, with large crosses and violent head shakes that undoubtedly meant something was wrong.

"Ah, guessed wrong? What a pity, wow - what was Rin-kun planning to do -"

Lin Guang looked at Mitsuri who was in trouble in front of him and blinked gently. He could understand her helplessness, but at the same time he sighed in his heart. This was the limitation of human beings.

If the person standing in front of him is a ghost, no matter whether it is an upper or lower class ghost or an ordinary ghost, as long as it is a ghost, he can communicate through the most direct method, which is much more efficient than words or gestures. Even if he doesn't want to speak, he just needs to point to his head, and the other party can understand what he wants to express by looking at him.

But the person standing before him now was a human being. Mitsuri was only a human being. After losing the bridge of language, they couldn't even communicate in the most basic way. All Rinkou could do was try to express himself through body language. As for how much he could really tell the other person, he could only rely on the tacit understanding between them that didn't exist so far.

It's a pity that Kyojuro is not here, even Tanjiro would find it easier to understand him.

Rinkou reached out his hand again, and this time Mitsuri looked more serious than before.

The outstretched hand first pointed at Rinkou himself.

"Little Rinko."

"Ok!"

"And then there's me."

"Ok!"

"Team members."

"Ok!"

Everything was correct so far, but the problem just now occurred here, so Lin Guang paused for a moment, stood up, stretched out his hand, pretended to hold something, and then made a gesture to swing the sword.

"Swinging a knife?"

"Ok!"

"Swinging a sword...swinging a sword...hmm—Rin-sama, do you want to swing a sword with them?"

A drawn-out shake of the head is a bad cue.

"I get it! Rin-chan just wants to train with them!"

Finally. This time, the answer was a continuous nod.

"Okay! I guessed right!"

"Uh-huh."

Lin Guang nodded vigorously.

"I'm sorry, little Rinko. Because I have a younger brother at home and little Rinko looks so well-behaved, I treated him like a child and forgot that you were here to help. Then little Rinko, come help us too!"

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"Hey, that guy, is he a ghost..."

This was undoubtedly a shock for the Demon Slayer Corps members who came to participate in the training.

Although I had heard the pillars mention something about ghosts from time to time some time before, it was still hard to imagine that there were actually ghosts involved in the training.

“It doesn’t look like it…”

"Can such a young child become a ghost?"

"Why was the ghost brought here? Shouldn't it be dealt with quickly?"

Several team members who were not far from each other were stretching and discussing in low voices.

I hadn't noticed it when I first came in to change, but when I walked into the arena to greet Koishi-senpai, some people noticed that there was an unremarkable little boy following him not far behind. He had a gag in his mouth, just like the legendary Nezuko. But wasn't Nezuko a girl? Who was this?

"I just heard that Love Pillar Senior seems to call him Little Rinko. Have you heard of him?"

"Rinko? I don't remember, but he looks familiar to me..."

"Have you seen it?"

"No, I've never seen such a young child before, but it just feels familiar, don't you think? Black hair, blue eyes, a little boy wearing baggy clothes, barefoot..."

"what!"

"Hey, why are you so loud?"

"I remember now. Have you forgotten? Didn't the superiors tell us before? There's an upper-rank demon who looks like a little boy. If you encounter him, you must report it immediately and ask the pillars to deal with him!"

The discussion was not loud, except for the occasional sound, and several people were still careful to control the volume. When I looked up, Mitsuri was helping other members stretch their legs. The screams drowned out the sound, and it seemed that no one noticed here.

"Woo!"

The painful sob came from the man who spoke first.

"Hmm-hmm-hmm-"

The humming sound that was three steps off the pitch came from the culprit that caused the man to whimper in pain.

The boy at the center of the discussion appeared from nowhere and was standing next to them, with one foot firmly placed behind the man, and his upper body, which had just been supported by his arms, was now flat on the floor.

The discussion stopped abruptly. Lin Guang raised his leg and stepped forward in a row with precision. Unlike the almost noiseless footsteps when walking on the floor, the force of his foot landed on the back with no less force. He stepped on the people one by one and made them lie flat on the ground.

It’s okay if you don’t train well, but why are you talking about others behind their backs?

Lin Guang looked at the members who had finally quieted down, clapped his hands, and turned to walk towards the next victim.