Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 287 Yaoya

Everything before my eyes was far from what I had expected.

But when it comes to what the idea is, Lin Guang can't really say it.

He just had this idea that he would probably have the opportunity to meet Ubuyashiki Kōya one day, but he didn't know when, where, or with whom. He didn't actually have such an idea in his mind. He just thought about it and believed that it would become a reality, that's all, nothing else.

But it can't be like this.

It won't be like this.

After waking up from a good sleep, when I opened my eyes hastily, I heard a man's voice, and then saw the man whose name had been mentioned countless times appear in front of me.

There he was, lying on the ground, defenseless and helpless, no blade in hand, no weapon at his side, just lying there quietly, covered in bandages. Looking around, there was only a woman by his side. She was also unarmed.

These were just two ordinary, fragile humans, no match for the Pillars, not even necessarily the ordinary people he had seen during his Pillar training.

So ordinary, so fragile.

This was the first thing Rinko could think of.

The dark clouds that shrouded the head were carried away by the passing wind, and the sun returned to this land. The sunlight shone into the house through the open door. Only then did Lin Guang realize that the door was only half open, so when the light came in, it divided the empty room into two.

Sunlight and shadow, humans and ghosts, exist in the same room.

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“It’s really hard to understand.”

Lin Guang spoke in the silence.

"What do you mean by Rinko?"

"I'm referring to the fact that you chose to meet with me. It's truly difficult to understand. Mr. Ubuyashiki, aren't you afraid that I was sent specifically to find you?"

Even if the childish voice was deliberately lowered and pretended to be fierce, it could not really have that oppressive feeling. At least for Ubuyashiki, he could not feel the threatening meaning that such words should have.

Should I say it's like a child pretending, or like a cat's fur puffing up?

"I don't think so. Muzan Kibutsuji isn't the type to trust the existence of others... He won't trust others. And I don't think you, Rinkou, are that kind of kid either."

The sound he uttered was enough to make people feel exhausted. His body was not as good as before, and breathing had become a difficult thing. Every word he uttered at this time seemed like falling sand, announcing that his life was getting closer to the end step by step.

"Besides, it would be great if he could come over. I have something to say to him, and I've always wanted to see him. But he probably can't find his way here, and he has no way to come."

"Is it because of the wisteria flowers here?"

The boy's voice was not far away, still steady. Perhaps it was because the deliberate intimidation had no effect, or perhaps the being named Lin Guang was not a violent being to begin with, that kind of feigned ferocity completely dissipated at this moment.

"Yeah. But you're really different, Rinkou."

Hearing about it is one thing, and witnessing it with your own eyes is another. The rich fragrance of flowers is a gift from nature to humans, but this level of fragrance, such a strong smell, becomes a deadly poison to ghosts. But the child sitting there has been breathing such air since the visit, but has not shown any discomfort, and is not affected by the wisteria flowers at all. It is truly amazing.

"This is the first time I've heard such comments. They all say I'm weird because I can smell things they can't and because I'm always interested in human food."

"Maybe it's because Rinkou is closer to humans than ghosts. This is the first time I've seen a ghost that can smell human food."

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This is not what you imagine.

There was no fighting, no exchanges, it was incredibly peaceful. It was like the first time we met, but it was like a reunion of long-lost friends. We just chatted peacefully and casually about some meaningless topics.

But whether this was wrong, Lin Guang was not sure, because he didn't know what was right. Should he just sit there and wait, or should he go up and break the other person's neck the first second he opened his eyes? He didn't know which one was right.

"you are wrong."

"What do you mean by Rinko?"

Lin Guang felt that he needed to take back his words. This was not an ordinary human being, but a strange human being, an incredible person, a...

He couldn't find the right words to describe it; he had never seen anyone like him.

"Both. I am like that. Lord Muzan would find this place. I don't look like a human either. I am a ghost."

"Is that so? That's what Rinko thinks. But I don't think I'm wrong. Like Rinko, I believe I'm right. I think Rinko is a very special person."

What is this? A way to appease him? A way to gain his trust? Are these words sincere, or are they just to deceive him, just to give him more time and chances to survive?

Humans are creatures that tell lies, but there is almost no truth coming out of the mouths of ghosts.

Lin Guang could never tell the difference.

Can't tell the difference between lies and truth, can't tell the difference between people and ghosts, can't tell the difference between oneself.

"I think Rinkou is a unique child, a very pitiful child."

It was like a bolt of thunder out of the blue, like a huge rock falling into stagnant water. The ripples that arose stirred every nerve, and my arms, legs and feet felt numb from the shock.

"Pathetic. This is the first time I've heard someone describe me like that."

"Really? I'd be honored."

"This is not something to be happy about, let alone feel honored about, because I do not agree with such words."

Angry? No. Annoyed? No.

But why deny it?

do not know.

Maybe I just don't want to admit it.

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An existence called Rinko.

It’s a ghost, it’s a child, it’s a former human.

It's a pitiful existence.

This is a very subtle intuition. It is intuition, but it is not entirely an emotional instinct. It also includes analysis after understanding.

Ubuyashiki heard different descriptions of Rinko from different people. Each person had his own opinion and merits, but in the end they were able to piece together a complete image. This final image made Ubuyashiki come up with this opinion.

This is a poor child.

Having lived for hundreds of years, he was still as innocent as a child, as clumsy as a child. He was a ghost, but different from ghosts. Ubuyashiki did not feel sympathy for ghosts, but he did feel pity for the child who died one night hundreds of years ago.

Ghosts are truly pathetic beings.

"I see. Let's talk about something else then."

"What do you want to talk about."

"Anything is fine, why don't you tell me how you became a ghost?"

There was a brief silence.

Maybe this is not a good topic, Ubuyashiki speculated, this should not be a good topic for a boy named Rinko.

"I don't know. I don't remember."

The boy's voice came through, a little muffled.

"Then let's talk about something else. I've heard from the kids that you really like making friends. Tell me about your friends."

"They are not friends, but I like them very much and call them friends. Besides, I think you should know them better than me."

It was a somewhat unexpected answer, but Ubuyashiki didn't show any surprise, just smiled gently.

"Then share with me what I don't know."

It is quiet, the wind is blowing, bringing the last warmth of summer, and the sun shines on my body. I cannot feel it clearly, but I can roughly feel the warmth of the sun.

"I do not remember."

What an unexpected and reasonable answer.

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That's what forgetting is like.

It will not be noticed, and only when it is mentioned and asked about will people know that something has disappeared.

Lin Guang felt like a fool, carrying a backpack with a hole in it, walking forward step by step, throwing everything he saw into the backpack behind him. He was smart enough to think that he had packed everything, but he didn't realize that he had dropped everything somewhere. He only realized it when he was asked what he was carrying and wanted to show it.

The backpack had long been worn out and had lost its bottom.

No wonder the steps are so easy, no wonder the steps forward never hesitate.

Because he carried nothing.

"Rinkou just said that he doesn't consider them your friends. Why did you say that?"

Ubuyashiki gently broke the tranquility, and the wind blew through the silent pond, blurring the outline of the moon reflected in the water.

"Because we're not friends. Ghosts and humans are not friends. I just like them, so I call them friends. There has to be a name for them. But they don't actually like me."

“But I don’t think so.”

Lin Guang looked towards the Ubuyashiki. The man was still lying there, quiet and peaceful.

"Kyojuro, Muichiro, Shinobu, they all said that Rinko is a very good kid and a very good friend to them. Tanjiro also said that he is willing to guarantee you. They are all Rinko's friends."

Lin Guang had previously thought that the woman's eyes seemed to have magical powers, but now it seemed that Ubuyashiki's voice was even more magical, able to easily calm a restless heart and pour down moonlight with incredible words.

Let children trapped in darkness find light and color.

"Although Rinkou doesn't remember, everything that happened is still real. Your memory may be temporarily obscured, but your body must still remember it. The earth remembers, the sky remembers, and the moon is also a witness. Rinkou, you have many friends. You have your own life, and you are working hard on that path."

Rinko suddenly remembered that Tanjiro said he had heard the sound of Ubuyashiki before. It was a kind of light and incredible sound that made people feel light and floating, as soft as the wind. Rinko could not understand or imagine it before, but now he truly experienced it.

She's such a gentle person that makes you want to cry.

Soft as the wind, sweet as honey, soft as bread.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to use all the beautiful words that Lin Guang knows.

"You're wrong, Mr. Ubuyashiki. I have no friends, and I'm not human. Everything I've forgotten is forgotten. All I can do is hold on to what I still remember and keep moving forward. I'll continue to live as a ghost."

Rinkou didn't think Ubuyashiki said anything wrong, he just disagreed.

Human beings have always been like this, he knew, having experienced it time and time again. Their short lives destined them to cherish every moment they have. Memory is the only means of looking back on the past and the only evidence of the time they have experienced. The dead will be preserved in memory, and the living will continue to move forward carrying the expectations of the dead souls.

But ghosts are different.

Muzan is still alive.

Rinko is also still alive.

He remembered Muzan, so he didn't need to desperately hold on to the sand that would eventually slip through his fingers, and he didn't need to chase after illusory bubbles in vain.

This is all he has left.

Lin Guang thought.

If he doesn't even want Muzan.

If Muzan doesn't want him.

Then as Rinko, he would have nothing.

This is all he has left.

He had to go there.