Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Douma is extremely curious about Rinko, but he's not the type to bottle up his doubts. However, the questions he asks Rinko often don't yield the answers he wants, as she either evades the question, changes the subject, or gives answers that seem to have been said but not yet explained.

So Douma changed his path.

He asked Muzan after the next reporting period.

"Lord Muzan, why did you give Rinko to me?"

Muzan looked at him, just one glance, and Douma felt a huge sense of oppression, as if every blood vessel from inside to outside was about to explode. This meant that he was not allowed to ask.

Unfortunately, Muzan refused to tell him why.

And since that time, Muzan was unwilling to ask him to do anything anymore, not even to make regular reports. He said that without orders, he should stay in his own territory honestly, and just keep an eye on Rinkou and don't let him get into danger.

This made Douma even more curious, why?

Why did he give Rinko to him? Why did he protect Rinko? What secrets did that boy have that he didn't know about?

Muzan refused to speak, and Rinko couldn't give an answer. Douma changed his approach, not asking anyone but starting his own exploration.

There had to be something different about Lin Guang, and he just had to find that secret. It was like a treasure hunt; the treasure was there, all he had to do was find the key.

Douma thought of Rinkou as a small wooden figure, with silk threads mostly wrapped around his hands, moving, living, and sleeping under his control. He had no interest in anything, not eating, drinking, or playing. He could just sit there, looking up at the trees outside, or down at the book in his hands. If no one disturbed him, he could stay like that all night.

But if an invitation is extended, Rinkou will accept.

"Does Lin Guang like me?"

When Douma asked this, Rinkou remained expressionless, and his head shifted from the book in his hand to his face.

"Well, I don't like it, but I don't hate it."

The boy thought for a long time before speaking. Even though there were some embellishments at the beginning that he didn't like, the final conclusion still made Douma smile.

"Huh? Really? I'm so happy."

"real."

As if anyone could wrest control of the thread from him.

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Rinko didn't understand why Douma would ask such a question, but he answered it anyway.

He doesn't like Douma because he is a tall, clingy, and oppressive adult male.

But Rinko has no reason to dislike Douma. There is a difference between disliking and hating Douma. Douma is not likable, but he is not annoying. At least it is difficult for Rinko to really hate Douma.

Douma always takes him to eat, but he never pinches his chin and stuffs meat into his mouth like Muzan does, even though he looks like he wants to do that.

Therefore, Rinkou always felt a little embarrassed because Douma invited him out of kindness and took the initiative to share food, which was rare for a ghost, and it would be impolite to refuse such kindness.

Douma has beautiful eyes, a handsome face, a pleasant voice, and a comfortable home. He won't be dragged off to train at dark. In fact, their relationship can be described as a rare one in which both the host and the guest enjoy a good time.

Rinko doesn't hate Douma.

"Rinko, do you want to go out for a walk together tonight?"

So when Douma invited him, Rinko accepted without hesitation.

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Lin Guang has no talent or ability in fighting. Even though the people he has been following should be among the top in combat power, Lin Guang does not seem to have learned any offensive means. When facing ghost hunters, his greatest role is not to appear in front of anyone. Not being a drag on others is his greatest advantage.

So what will Lin Guang do if he faces an enemy?

Douma was so curious and actually did it. The battlefield is always full of accidents and coincidences. Rinko's hiding place was noticed by the ghost hunters, and then he was discovered.

Even when being chased and slashed by the blade, Lin Guang remained expressionless.

"I don't mean to start a fight."

He said that to the ghost hunters, but how could those stubborn ghost swordsmen listen to him? The poor little puppet jumped and dodged, and the ghost hunters couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes. Then, without any warning, at a corner, in a blink of an eye, he was out of sight in an instant, and no one could find him anymore.

"Damn it, that kid is gone."

"I'll go find him later, take care of this first!"

The ghost hunter's attention instantly returned to Douma, and Douma, who had lost his target, also lost the idea of playing games with the ghost hunter. He stretched out his folding fan and waved it, leaving several ice sculptures in place.

"Rinko—I didn't mean it, so don't be angry—let's go back—"

The smile on his face never faded, and his tone was as gentle as usual. Douma slowly took steps and searched around. Unexpectedly, after a quick scan, he didn't find any trace of a ghost.

Did he escape? Did he use blood magic? Is such a skill even acceptable? He can't kill the enemy, he can only run away. It doesn't sound like a powerful ghost. If I say it's not powerful, then it's actually useless.

"I'm not angry. I just feel like my luck is always bad."

The voice was very close, so close that it seemed to be right behind him. Douma turned around and saw that Rinko was really standing behind him.

"What an amazing ability! Is it Rinko's blood demon art? Hmm? It would be perfect for playing hide-and-seek. Is it something only Rinko can use?"

The narrowed eyes were filled with curiosity, and the smile seemed not pure enough. The bent waist erased the distance created by the height. The boy raised his head and the two pairs of eyes met.

"It's not a blood magic, and I don't know if it can be used on others."

Lin Guang tilted his head, his eyes falling on Douma's hands behind his back. The fan had been folded. He had just seen how Douma easily dealt with those demon hunters. If he could also master the blood demon technique, perhaps Muzan would not throw him around.

"Can you teach me?"

"what?"

"Blood vampire magic."

This time it was Douma's turn to be silent. He stood up straight, hugged his arm with one hand and touched his chin with the other. His handsome eyebrows were frowned, and he seemed to be very troubled. He tilted his head from side to side and hummed for a long time.

"This isn't something someone else can teach you. Besides, Rinko is so weak, it's hard for her to master the blood demon technique."

This was a very impolite and unpleasant remark, but Rinkou was not angry at all. He had never been able to learn how to use a long sword, and later he could not learn Akaza's boxing and kicking skills. Now it was indeed unrealistic for him to master blood demon arts that were completely different from these.

"Hey, Rinko."

"Ok?"

Lin Guang raised his head and met the eyes that were not covered by the fan, a pair of glowing demon eyes.

"Can I try to break your neck?"