Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 184 Awakening

Silence, still silence, but this time Kokushibo did not continue to press the issue, but responded with patient waiting. Rinko was still quiet, but his eyes were lowered on his own initiative, and his brows were slightly furrowed, which were all signs that Rinko was thinking.

Kokushibo has always been patient with Rinko, or rather, he is actually very patient with everything, and Rinko happens to be one of them.

"Gifu Taro. A friend."

After the silence, Kokushibo got the answer he wanted, which was exactly as he expected.

Rinko is actually very easy to understand. He is difficult to understand, but also very easy to understand. Kokushibo does not understand Rinko's motives. He does not understand the reasons, but he can deduce the consequences from Rinko.

"And you. Allowed the ghost hunters... to kill your friends."

This was a bit blunt, or rather, a bit too much. The boy's frown became much more obvious. He even raised his head and took the initiative to look at Kokushibo. His eyes finally revealed the long-lost emotions of confusion, questioning, and perhaps a little dissatisfaction.

"I do not have."

"there is nothing."

"No permission."

This time, Kokushibo answered with silence, and their gazes remained locked for a while until the boy slowly realized something.

There was no emotion in the eyes that looked at him; they were cold, calm, and composed. The man standing in front of him was just as cold.

This is a silent question.

Don't you have one?

Rinko could almost hear Kokushibo's voice in her head.

He didn't. Of course he didn't allow it, because how could he allow those ghost hunters to kill his friends?

Rinkou wanted to speak, to protest, but he looked into the eyes that wrote the words.

He saw himself in those eyes. The boy's face was full of doubt and anger. It was a child's face, just like those human children who started to act unreasonable and shout without paying attention to the facts because they didn't get what they wanted.

Didn't he, really didn't he?

Lin Guang asked himself.

He didn't kill Tanjiro, didn't stop Zenitsu and the wild boar, and just kept tangling with Kyojuro and playing with Sane. He was so busy playing that he didn't feel responsible for losing his precious friends. He never put the lives of Dakimaki or Kyuutarou first, did he?

"Kindness to your enemies... is cruelty to yourself... and cruelty to all that you hold dear."

Kokushibo's voice was deep and deep, and the steady tone was like a heavy bell, ringing in Rinko's head.

"sorry."

"You shouldn't have told me...the ghost who should have heard this...is already dead."

The deaths of Jifutaro and Daki are not worth worrying about for Kokushibo, he doesn't even have much contact with them, but he knows how to warn Rinko, and the existence that is not worth worrying about to him is indeed the most appropriate reminder for Rinko.

"Rinkou, you're a ghost. Ghosts and ghost hunters... can't be friends."

Even after hundreds of years, the boy still didn't remember the most obvious truth. He just kept going around in circles on the same path without making any progress, and for hundreds of years, he just kept moving forward on the same path.

It's like a person carrying a broken backpack, who keeps throwing the things he cherishes into the broken backpack, and then repeats the behavior of finding and losing them again. He never knows to check his backpack or fill the hole, so the same mistake happens again and again, and the same tragedy occurs again and again.

----

Lin Guang became a little more normal.

Not much, just a little.

But this is enough for Kokushibo. He doesn't care whether Rinkou is mentally healthy or not. After all, there is no standard for what constitutes a normal ghost's psychology.

He wasn't sure whether Lin Guang's loss of interest in other things was a sign of progress or regression.

If you can't tell the difference, just look at other aspects. Rinkou can already speak normally, answer questions, train with him, sit down to play chess with him, and learn two songs with Mingnu. This sounds very good.

This is enough for Kokushibo.

As for whether the other party still wants to make friends with humans, and whether he remembers how Jifutaro died, those are all insignificant matters.

As long as Lin Guang continues on the path to becoming stronger, it will be fine.

----

Training with Kokushibo can never be called easy, let alone simple.

But can it be called interesting?

The broken waist was reconnected in the next second.

Rinko felt that it was impossible, unless his brain was as screwed as Douma's.

Kokushibo seemed to think that his brain was broken. This sentence came from Douma's evaluation, and it seemed that there were more than just the two ghosts who had such thoughts. Everyone seemed to tacitly agree that they had not seen each other since Gyokutsuchi left last time. The other party was very busy, very busy, and was still very busy even with Hantengou's help.

As for the content of his busy life, Yuhu was not willing to reveal it to any ghost, and Lingguang did not try to ask. He only asked Yuhu later what the so-called gift for him was. Unfortunately, Yuhu refused to say this part, only saying that he would definitely like it.

Lin Guang always only believed half of Yu Hu's words, but if you think about it this way, it would probably be a good gift worth looking forward to.

The long sword was swung lightly, and the flying moon blades covered almost the entire field of vision. It was a completely unequal battle, unfair even in practice. Lin Guang dodged on the ground. Ever since the battle with You Guo, he tended to avoid staying in the air and try to leave himself more room, even if it meant that his movements would be slightly restricted.

So is his head broken or not? The leg that was cut off by the spinning moon blade while he was running began to grow almost at the same time it was broken, and quickly recovered to its uninjured state. Lin Guang asked himself when his feet stepped on the ground.

He felt that there was actually a little bit, not as exaggerated as Douma said, but there was a little bit. He remembered some things, understood some things, and forgot some things. In fact, when the other upper ranks said that his brain was broken, he could hear it, but he just didn't want to react, or couldn't react.

At that time, he was shrouded in great confusion.

Ghosts are different from humans. Ghosts have a lower level of awareness of emotions. In other words, human friends are actually more, how should I put it, gentle or delicate than ghost friends. Rinko has always known this, so even if Douma, Gyokutsu, Akaza, and even Kokushibo are sometimes not considered good to him, he accepts them all. This is the price of being friends, he thinks so, after all, he is trying to make friends with ghosts.

He used to be troubled by the fact that ghosts and humans seemed unable to sit down and chat together, but he never thought that ghosts couldn't do the same. When Yuhu said that he would not help Jifutaro, he was shocked at first, and then angry, but after getting the explanation, he was confused, confused about why he always seemed different from other ghosts.

There was indeed something wrong with his brain, but it wasn't something that started after Jifutaro's death. It was something that had existed since he was born, like he could smell human food, like he couldn't taste anything, like he always wanted to have some friends, like he actually asked a ghost to save another.

Saying there was a problem was too euphemistic, so Lingguang gave a more straightforward answer.

In fact, he was just too stupid.

Too stupid, too slow, too self-righteous, too self-centered, he only sees himself.

That's why everything left him one by one.

He only realized such a simple fact now.

Really sorry.