Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 260 Hot-blooded Idiot

The less-than-polite greeting naturally elicited an equally less-than-gentle response. Lin Guang wasn't angry, but he wasn't happy either. The boy, in his childish voice, lightly accused the man of the crime. The box, once again firmly planted on the ground, was pushed open from the inside. The head that had peeked out from behind the fully-open wooden door was the one who had spoken.

"Is this how you greet guests, Mr. Busei? You're so 'warm', I'm actually quite flattered."

Lin Guang stood up from the ground, stretched leisurely to loosen his stiff body, and his relaxed attitude was as if he was at home instead of someone else's territory. The stray cat blatantly stepped its claws on the territory belonging to the tiger.

"It's me, though. I'm surprised to hear you say that. I thought your little head was completely empty, but now it seems you have a little bit of knowledge."

Obviously, the real owner of this territory was not as relaxed as the intruder. The moment the intruder stepped into the room, his eyes unconsciously became sharp, his brows unconsciously frowned, a smile was forced on his face, blood vessels protruded from his forehead and neck, his arms were muscular, and his palms were tightly gripping the handle of the knife.

Even though his posture looked lazy and nonchalant, the wooden sword on his shoulder didn't even shake at all. It took a lot of strength to achieve this effect. Every detail that his eyes could capture was a silent message to Lin Guang.

Busei is quite righteous.

The only question is, why?

Why does Busei look so furious, as if he will rush over with the wooden sword that can't kill him in the next second, and try to break his neck with the sword by force.

But Lin Guang tried to recall, and in his memory, the scenes about Busui River seemed to be all like this. It seemed that Busui River was born without knowing what happiness and relaxation meant. There was always a ferocious smile on his face, and the words he spoke were not polite at all. His voice was always inexplicably hoarse, as if he was arguing with someone.

So he shouldn't be blamed.

"After all, I've lived for so many years. If I haven't learned anything and can only greet with my feet, it would sound terrible."

So, Rinkou looked back at Busei River, calmly met the gaze of those eyes, and followed his example by putting one hand on his waist, trying to make himself appear more relaxed and friendly.

"You kid... you're really brave... I don't think you need any rest at all, so come and practice with me first."

pity.

It seems that the opposite is true.

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It was definitely the opposite of what I wanted.

Busei didn't look relaxed at all, nor was he friendly at all. The sound of the swung blade was accompanied by the wind, not just because it was swung fast enough to tear the air. When the blade passed in front of him, it didn't seem like a thin wooden sword, but more like the sharp claws of a beast. The range was wider than the eye could see, and the power was obviously more astonishing. However, the range of his dodge was just a little smaller, and the invisible wind actually tore the fabric of his cuffs.

"You don't look like you want to practice with me, you look like you want to chop me into pieces, Busui."

Lin Guang hopped lightly across the ground, his blades swung repeatedly, each one barely darting past him without striking him. The wooden sword he held in his hand simply dangled at his side, dodging with him. The boy was always like this, far more interested in play than in desperate combat. Even when Busei didn't look like he was simply practicing, he still struggled to truly focus on the battle. He simply retreated, dodging, appearing slightly flustered only because his attention hadn't fully returned.

"You look so angry, why?"

Busei didn't answer his question. The man seemed to be concentrating on the battle. His attacks became more and more intense, but his blade would always miss the target. The situation of cutting his sleeve like before never happened again.

"Stop hiding like a loach! Pick up your knife and attack me!"

The imposing roar seemed like a hurricane hitting him head-on. Lin Guang raised his hand and rubbed his ears exaggeratedly, then leaned back to avoid another slash. The irreversible lowering of the center of gravity seemed to be an opportunity. Lin Guang didn't know why the blade that had been swung out could come in front of him again in such a short time, but he still leaned back, supported the ground with his free palm, and did a quick back flip followed by a somersault to increase the distance.

"I heard it, I heard it. I can hear it clearly even without using such a loud voice. I've just lived a long time, not become an old man. Could you please be a little quieter, Mr. Busuigawa?"

The wooden sword hanging at his side was finally gripped tightly, and the sword was raised in front of him. His second hand finally grasped the handle properly, with the back of the sword facing himself and the blade pointed at the man in front of him. As one foot took a step forward and his center of gravity was pressed down, the loose and lazy posture as if he had no bones finally disappeared.

"If you can hear me, pick up your knife and attack!"

It was still too loud, it could already be called a noisy shout. Lingguang took a deep breath and sighed deeply.

"So didn't I say..."

His center of gravity continued to be pushed down, and his legs behind him also silently gathered strength. As his breathing was completely released, his tense muscles exerted force, and the boy flew past like silent lightning, without a sound or a trace. Only the eyes could barely catch the remaining shadow.

"Can you please keep your voice down so I can hear you?"

The blades collided, and Shimi clearly felt the force transmitted to his arm along the wooden sword. His fingers trembled for a moment under the huge force.

"That's the way to go, you bastard! Come and fight me properly!"

There was no fear, no tension, only the excitement of facing a strong enemy and the aroused fighting spirit flowing in the blood.

Who is the ghost after all? Rinko sighed silently in his heart, but his face showed no expression. He just swung the blade again and again with an expressionless face. Tanjiro had experienced it firsthand. Even if it was just a wooden sword, it could hurt people if it hit the body with enough force, but Tanjiro could never imagine such a scene.

Two people were in an empty room, using two wooden swords to create such astonishing movements. Two storms collided in the room, and every confrontation was like a small disaster. Wind blades scratched the floor and cut the walls, and even clothes became victims. But even if such a wind blade scratched his cheek and blood splattered out, Rinko did not see any fear of death on Busui's face, which should be a human's.

"That's it! Bring it on!"

"Ah... really..."

This subtle sense of familiarity made Lin Guang want to sigh again. As expected, there were no gods in the world, and the creator in the story was ultimately just nonsense passed down by word of mouth by humans. Otherwise, how could there be a creator willing to create such hot-blooded fools with only fighting in their minds again and again?

Like Akaza.

Like the River of Immortality.