Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 244 Meet Under the Moon

"Then it's an appointment. We'll come again tomorrow night."

Before the moon really set completely, when the stars were still shining in the sky, Muichiro was the first to request to leave. The reason was simple: Rinkou needed to rush back before the sun really came out, rush back to the training ground, rush back to that room, and hide behind the closed doors and windows to avoid the daytime that belonged to humans.

"It's a deal, kid, I'll come back tomorrow night and I'll definitely beat you."

Shimi was holding a knife, just like the one Rinkou saw when he came tonight. The only difference was that there was no longer any happiness on his face. The smile had completely disappeared, replaced by a face full of dissatisfaction. It was difficult to guess whether that face showed anger or unwillingness, but in fact, the difference between the two emotions was not very big, so it didn't matter if you couldn't guess it.

"See you tomorrow night."

In comparison, Xiao Banei seemed calm and indifferent. When his eyes looked over, they had the same feeling as the snake on his shoulder, full of fighting spirit.

"Uh-huh--"

Lin Guang dragged out a long, unclear tone and waved goodbye to the two of them, imitating Muichiro's behavior, but his movements were larger and looked more exaggerated.

Muichiro looked at Rinkou standing on tiptoe and waving goodbye vigorously, and secretly sighed in his heart, Rinkou really looked like a child now...

Although Muichiro himself doesn't dislike him, it seems that Fuzugawa and Iguro on the opposite side don't like him very much.

"Let's go, Rinko."

Before the two people opposite could say anything, Muichiro turned around and left with Rinko. From starting to speeding up, it only took a moment to take a step. By the time Shimizu cursed under his breath with gritted teeth, they had already run to a place where they could no longer hear.

"Ah, Fuzukawa is getting angry again. Really? They're all grown-ups, but they're always getting angry over a child. I don't know who's more like a child..."

Rinkou turned his head when he heard Muichiro's exaggerated teasing. The boy had an undisguised smile on his face, but Rinkou didn't understand what he was saying. Was Shimizu angry? For what? Because his wave wasn't serious enough? Or because his voice wasn't loud enough when he said goodbye?

Lin Guang tilted his head, but the bamboo blocking his mouth curbed his endless questioning, so he just swallowed the question back into his stomach.

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Most of the time, things are only difficult for the first time. Because it is the first time, and because of the uncertainty about the unknown, tension has the opportunity to quietly take root, sprouting and blooming panic flowers in every confused moment, and spreading to every part of the body with gradually high-frequency breathing. When people are enveloped by such emotions, it is difficult not to feel stressed, difficult not to feel afraid, and even more difficult not to feel like retreating.

But the first time is the hardest after all. As you take the first step, make the first attempt, and get to know the unknown, whether it will be good or bad afterwards, this emotion will be alleviated accordingly. The unknown becomes known, and even if the ending is not what you want, it will not be as scary as before everything started.

In other words.

It means that ever since Rinkou joined the night belonging to the pillars, he has a new night activity.

Ghosts actually have emotions as well, which are very similar to humans. Perhaps it is because they share the same origin. It is difficult for Rinko to feel fear, but he can understand tension and pressure.

Before starting, he had no expectations for everything unfamiliar, but he was also skeptical about the unknown, thinking he might not like it. As he arrived at the venue, the joy he felt on the road was washed away by the potholes on the ground that looked like the ruins of a battlefield. The moment the wooden sword fell into his palm, he thought, he wouldn't like it.

Because he doesn't like fighting.

Fighting is meaningless.

Humans cannot defeat ghosts, and ghosts cannot kill ghosts. No matter who he fights, it is meaningless and even goes against his original intention. Fighting deprives him of the opportunity to get to know the other party and the possibility of making friends.

So he doesn't like fighting.

But now he began to like this activity that was exclusive to the night.

Because he enjoyed the long-lost freedom on the way there and back, because Muichiro was very happy, because he was gradually getting familiar with Shimizu and Obana, and although they might not necessarily regard him as a friend, Rinko had already begun to include them in his circle of friends.

It was just a matter of time. Sooner or later, they would become friends, and what Lin Guang never lacked was time.

He still didn't like fighting, but he enjoyed fighting them because he began to realize that this wasn't really a battle. Even though Shiya looked like he really wanted to chop off his head with that wooden sword, this was not a hunting operation with the purpose of killing.

It was more like a training, just different from what Rinkou had been exposed to recently.

Although the battles between the pillars seem murderous, in essence, they all just hope that each other can grow and improve. It is a means of training and a form of tempering.

Rinkou realized belatedly that he was actually very accustomed to this mode because this was the state he was in most of the time when he was with Kokushibo.

One side was responsible for the pursuit, while the other side tried hard to resist. Kokushibo seemed to want to kill him, and he really wanted to escape the pursuit, but in fact, just like now, no one really wanted to kill him.

Although Shiya really looked like he wanted to do that.

But even if the wooden sword was really against his neck, it would not pose any real threat to him.

So it's more of an intimidation.

"Rinko, do you want to rest for a while?"

The battle between strong people is always more effective. Rinkou doesn't think he is a strong person, but he still has a huge advantage against humans on a sunless night. Everything Kokushibo taught him was truly remembered by his body and reflected in every battle. This unexpected gain made him feel very good.

"Um--"

The drawn-out tone and shaking head expressed denial.

"I say, it's okay for this kid to pick the bamboo. He's always making these humming and ah-ah noises, and I can't understand what he's saying. He always seems so rude."

Although Lin Guang felt that among the people present, Saneya was the least qualified to mention so-called politeness, it was undeniable that Saneya's point of view was worthy of recognition.

The existence of the gag is a meaningless restriction for him. After all, no matter how carefully it is selected, it is just a piece of bamboo. No matter how strong the bamboo is, can it compare to the sharp teeth of a ghost?

"Agree."

Obana nodded slightly, and Rinkou regained the right to speak on the fourth night of his joining.

"Thank you, Sanemi."

It's hard to say whether it was because he hadn't spoken for a long time and his words came out without thinking, or because Lin Guang had always been like this without any brains. In any case, the moment this sentence came out, a palm was slapped.

A large hand fell on his head, squeezing it hard, and the man's voice was completely gritted.

"Hey, kid, show some respect. Who allowed you to call my name like that?"