Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 130: Fight, fight, fight, fight

The golden eyes radiated light, and the clear words engraved on them showed the status of the visitor. But in fact, without looking, just by listening, Rinko could tell who the other person was. Akaza's voice was very recognizable, second only to Muzan and Zonpoten.

"Because I've always been a 'picky eater'."

This evaluation came from Muzan and Kokushibo, and Rinko didn't mind making fun of it herself.

Unfortunately the man standing across from him didn't think it was a joke, so he didn't find it funny either, and just nodded in acknowledgment.

"So what do you want me to teach you this time?"

Akaza didn't seem to be clear about the reason and purpose of his being sent here, and coincidentally, Rinkou didn't know either.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other, and the silence lasted for a long time.

"I do not know."

In the end, it was Rinko who spoke first, because he felt that if he didn't say something, Akaza's eyebrows would be twisted off.

"Never mind. What have you been doing lately? I haven't heard much about you."

Akaza's so-called source of information was mainly Hantengu. He didn't want to ask someone he couldn't beat, and even less did he want to ask someone whose head he felt disgusted to smash with his fist. Apart from Douma and Kokushibo, Hantengu was the only one who preferred to run to Mugen Castle.

Yuhu used to like going there, but no one knows what he is busy with recently. The chances of seeing him are less than seeing Hantengou. But to be honest, Akaza doesn't want to be curious about what that guy is busy with. After all, it's not something he likes.

"In training."

Rinkou didn't think this was something that needed to be concealed. He had always had a good impression of Akaza and was willing to share this with him, so after a brief pause he continued to add.

"With Lord Kokushibo. He wanted me to learn how to wield the Nichirin Sword to fight against those demon hunters, but I felt that I didn't need to learn how to kill people, as long as I could run. We had a huge and irreconcilable conflict over this, and he was angry for a long time."

Akaza and Kokushibo were clearly very different. Kokushibo would have already planned how he would spend the next year the moment he saw him. But Akaza, as soon as he began to tell his story, sat beside him naturally, his posture relaxed, as if he was ready to listen to his story and watch the fun unfold. He hadn't mentally planned how their training would proceed.

"Can you tell he's angry?"

Akaza's focus has always been unique, so Rinkou wasn't surprised that he was asked strange questions instead of the reason for the training.

"Not entirely. After I express my opinion, he swings his sword faster and harder. I can't seem to find a more appropriate word other than angry. And I don't think Kokushibo-sama would express this emotion in any other way."

Rinkou was very frank, so frank that Akaza looked at him with a hint of surprise and a bit of subtle confusion.

"You're talking to him like that? Didn't he chop you into pieces?"

Akaza knows a lot about Kokushibo, maybe not as much as Rinkou, but he is more knowledgeable than Douma.

"No, I don't treat him like that. I'm more...rigid when I treat him."

Those words made Akaza's eyes shift from the stars in the sky to the boy's face on the ground. The boy met those eyes' gaze calmly, taking in the surprise and confusion in them.

"You don't like that, like when I call you you and use a bunch of honorifics."

Akaza tilted his head as if reminiscing for a while, perhaps he remembered his first meeting with Rinko, or maybe he just imagined such a scene. In the end, he nodded and shook his head.

"You're right. So what did you do to that guy?"

It was a very rude name, but Akaza certainly had a limited grasp of politeness. Rinkou briefly scanned his network and knew who the name 'that guy' belonged to.

"It's not polite, it's not proper, it's quite disrespectful, but it's necessary for him. Otherwise he'll think about breaking my bones or biting my flesh off. I think that's more disrespectful and it doesn't make me happy."

"Well done. You can try to be braver next time. I still suggest you try to tear off his head and kick it like a ball."

Rinko felt that Akaza's ability to talk nonsense had not deteriorated at all. At least the high hopes he placed on him still seemed ridiculous to even ghosts.

"So. Come on, let me see what you and Kokushibo have learned."

The topic changed very suddenly, and Rinkou did not follow Akaza's thoughts, but before he could react, he saw the man jump and land easily, and his starting posture was completed in one go. In order to show respect, he even opened the Luo needle.

"You are bullying the weak."

Rinkou stood up and lowered his head to pick and choose in the pot, trying to find a Nichirin Sword that he would not feel reluctant to part with. After all, if Akaza punched him, he could hardly guarantee that the sword would not be completely shattered along with his bones.

"If we consider age, you are still older."

Akaza didn't fall into his trap and even managed to turn the tables on him.

Such teasing successfully piqued Lin Guang's interest. The boy, holding a long sword, disappeared from his sight the next second.

There was no breath, no fighting spirit, and even less any killing intent. It was as if he had vanished out of thin air. As expected, the compass could not lock onto the boy's position. Akaza could only rely on his sight to search. After all, such a living ghost would not really disappear out of thin air.

Lin Guang can only weaken his own existence, but cannot erase the reality of his existence. As long as the true body is found, all the fancy tricks will be useless, and the rest will be a cat and mouse game.

"Looking for me?"

The sound came from behind my ear. Instead of turning around to do anything, I instinctively bent down and lowered my head. The sound of wind passed over my head. It was the sound of the Sun Blade breaking through the air.

Akaza reacted quickly. He bent over and grabbed the ground with his hands, twisted his waist and spun around. With the help of the rotation, he accumulated strength and swept his foot towards the falling boy with a sound of breaking through the air.

The falling process cannot be changed. Even if it cannot be found, it will still be exposed when launching an attack. What Akaza needs is to complete the counterattack at this moment. As long as he misses once, Rinkou will lose the chance to fight.

This was the ending that Akaza had envisioned, but unfortunately, nothing went as he had envisioned.

The falling boy swung his knife again, using almost all his strength to chop at the leg. Naturally, he was kicked away by the force and flew sideways due to inertia until he was intercepted by a tree.

Akaza looked over and saw that the boy did not bump into the tree, but stepped lightly on the trunk and landed silently without even stirring up any dust.

It was obvious that he had mastered new techniques from Kokushibo, and they seemed quite interesting.