Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 224 Preparations

"What's this."

The shaken bottle was filled with a dark liquid, and the clear liquid allowed Rin to see through the bottle and see Shinobu's expressionless face.

She wasn't smiling.

This is somewhat consistent with Lin Guang's distant memories.

“It’s medicine.”

Rinkou was no stranger to medicine, nor to syringes. He took medicine every day. Shinobu would mix it in advance and place it next to Rinkou's suitcase. He would drink it every day. It was called medicine, but it was actually like tea. It smelled very fragrant, with the scent of flowers and grass. The mixture had a subtle herbal flavor, which was not unpleasant.

Lin Guang liked it very much, but it was a pity that he couldn't taste it.

But maybe it wasn't actually that good. He remembered Tanjiro and Xuanya's frowns and sticking out tongues as they drank the medicine, and he sat on the bed and imitated them, as if that would allow him to empathize with them and know what bitterness tasted like.

"What medicine?"

The cap of the syringe was removed, and the slender silver needle fell into the bottle to absorb the liquid inside. For no reason, Lin Guang felt a subtle sense of urgency when he saw the syringe filled with medicine. It was very light and faint, but it did hinder his breathing for a moment.

But in fact, Rinkou is not unfamiliar with syringes. Shinobu often comes to draw his blood, saying that he wants to do some research. He says that his blood can help the ninja and is very helpful for the current research. The small needle is inserted into the arm, and it only takes up a small bottle. That little bit is really insignificant. In Rinkou's memory, the blood that flows out of any injury is far more than that dose.

So he had mentioned to Shinobu that if necessary, he could find a larger container, a bottle, a jar, or a pot. Rinkou could cut open his arm and fill the container, and give it to Shinobu. As long as Shinobu was happy, it would be fine.

Unfortunately, such a proposal was never adopted. Shinobu would always touch his head and say that this little bit was enough, and then those eyes would look at him with emotions that Rinko could not understand. Shinobu would always sigh at the end. Rinko didn't know why, and could only guess that maybe the research was not going as smoothly as needed.

All he could do was to cooperate with every medication and blood draw, hoping that this would make things a little better.

"Hmm...it's a medicine that only works on ghosts."

Shinobu was ready and held out his hand to him, which meant that he should offer his arm.

Sure enough, it was because drawing blood was different from injecting, and taking medicine was different from getting an injection, so Lin Guang felt such nervousness, or maybe it was just because there was really no smile on Shinobu's face, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Why did Shinobu lose her smile? Why was she nervous? Was it because the research was not going well? Was she worried that the medicine was ineffective?

Lin Guang stretched out his hand, and his small palm fell into a hand that was not much bigger than his, and was almost as petite. The sleeves were rolled up, and alcohol was applied to the skin, gradually evaporating and taking away the remaining heat from his body. The needle was against the crook of his arm.

It's really strange to say. The bodies of other upper-rank soldiers are getting stronger and stronger. Other swordsmen would only hear the blade breaking when they swing their swords, but he has not made any progress in this regard. Even an ordinary needle can easily pierce his flesh and penetrate into his blood vessels. As his fingers move, Rinko can almost feel something flowing into his blood vessels, and spreading in his body with his breathing and heartbeat.

Shinobu's hand was hot, small, but warm. At the moment when the sound of heartbeat dominated his eardrums, this was the clearest thing Rinko could feel. The delicate palm supported his, and the heat was transmitted through the touching skin. It was hot.

"Rinko, how do you feel...?"

He realized it belatedly and raised his head to look at Shinobu. The expression on his face seemed to be a little more serious, his brows were wrinkled, and his pupils were trembling uncontrollably. Did Shinobu know what expression his face had now?

She probably doesn't know. She never wants others to worry about her.

“When you can’t help but smile, you’re most like Shinobi.”

The question and the answer did not match, but Rinko saw that the worry on that face was replaced by confusion. Shinobu seemed not to understand, but also seemed not to understand. Rinko was most familiar with this expression because he was always shrouded in this emotion. He had seen his reflection in the water in the dark night and his own face in the mirror. His face had this expression too many times.

"Rinko, you haven't changed at all."

Now Shinobu was laughing again, but this time it looked like Shinobu was actually laughing, his eyebrows were drooping, his eyes were helpless, yet he was genuinely laughing.

That's great, Rinko thought.

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At the beginning of the injection, Rin Guang's mind was a little confused, and his perception of the surroundings became dull when he sat there. It took some time for him to return to normal. Shinobu asked Rin Guang the questions he often heard again, such as how he felt, how was his body, was his thinking clear, could he express himself normally, and did he feel uncomfortable anywhere. At Shinobu's suggestion, Rin Guang stood up and tried to walk around twice. Everything seemed to be fine, so Shinobu finally moved on to the next step.

But this step seemed different from what was expected, and Shinobu took out a bamboo.

bamboo?

"What is this?"

Lin Guang has always been very curious, but he felt that this was not his problem. Anyone would ask questions if faced with such a situation.

Why would you take out a piece of bamboo at this time?

"Rinkou should have seen Miss Nezuko. When she was unconscious before, she had limited control over herself. Mr. Urokodaki made this gag to prevent her from hurting others."

That's the explanation.

But Lin Guang was still a little confused. Did he mean to wear this? Did he look like he could bite someone? Or would he look like a demon who couldn't control himself?

"Although I know that Rinkou has good self-control, after all, he will be interacting with ordinary team members, so we should take as many measures as possible to appear safe."

Shinobu gently touched his head, as if to comfort him.

Rinko lifted up the bamboo and spun it in the air. The bamboo was chosen beautifully, round and smooth, and would not cut herself even if she held it in her mouth. It was of moderate size, and even if Rinko's teeth were to match, she would not be unable to bite it. Holes were drilled on both sides of the bamboo in advance, and she could wear it by just threading a rope and tying it.

It looks like the craftsman carefully selected and made it carefully...

"It's Mr. Urokodaki's work. When we were discussing it, he said he could make one for Rinkou, but I didn't expect it to be made so quickly."

"Really... I'll cherish it."

Urokodaki, a familiar name. He once threw this name into the sea of ​​memory, along with those things that had been lost. Fortunately, Tanjiro returned this name to him, along with those things that he had not lost yet.