Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Lin Guang was not good at fighting. Ai Jue only needed to take one look to come to this conclusion.

But when the boy really tried to lift his spear, he watched the spear tip fall heavily to the ground after he swung it.

Ai Jue still felt that this scene was a bit too horrible to watch. Whether it was the skills, strength, or spearmanship, it was too unbearable to watch.

Like bullying a child.

"You are so weak that it makes me sad."

Ai Jue stood up from the ground and took the heavy spear from the boy. In Ling Guang's hand, the spear seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and now it was casually swung in a beautiful arc in Ai Jue's hand.

"Little Douding is not good at fighting. He is lucky to be able to hide with the old man."

Cola leaned over with his legs crossed, one hand supporting his chin, his lazy tone filled with laughter.

"Yeah, it was a miracle that the little guy was able to kick me that time."

Kong Xi stretched out his claws, grabbed the boy's wrist and pulled, and the thin boy fell into his arms under the force.

"Half-day dog. Accumulated anger. Joy. Sorrow. Empty joy..."

Lin Guang, who was pulled and thrown into his arms, fell on Kong Xi, stretched out his hand and pointed at them one by one, counting with his fingers.

"What's wrong? Is your little brain not enough?"

Cola's laughter was undisguised, like a mockery. Even though Lin Guang knew that there was not much malice in it, the happiness in this situation seemed no different from a mockery.

"Yes, so please don't come up with more. Remembering you is already more troublesome than remembering the entire Upper Rank. My head is only this small."

Lin Guang nodded in agreement, pretending to sigh deeply, and tapped the little head with his fingers, making a dull sound.

"Little guy, there are still ghosts you haven't seen yet."

"But it's hard to see him, after all, he hasn't been out for many years."

"It's been many years indeed. It's really gratifying."

"It's best if he doesn't come out. If he does, we won't have any fun. Only Ji Nu will be happy because he eats us."

Kongxi and Kele continued to speak in unison, and Lingguang's head kept turning left and right as the person speaking changed.

"Please wait a moment."

He stretched his hands high as wide as he could, swaying them left and right between the two people's sight lines, trying to attract the attention of Cola and Kongxi.

"Who is 'he'?"

Cola pressed down the raised hand, and the small hand was easily covered.

"Zen Potian, he's about the same age as Xiaodouding, but he speaks like an adult."

Cola lowered his head, looked at the little hand, and stretched out his own palm for comparison.

"About my age?"

Rinkou sat up slightly, clearly interested in the topic. The last time he saw a demon of similar age was Daki, and before that, Akaza, but even they were quite different from him, both in age and strength.

"Yeah, judging from his appearance, he looks like a child of about ten years old? But that's what the old man said, we haven't actually seen him. Is the little guy very interested in him?"

There was an indescribable sense of oppression. Kong Xi's head was very close, his eyes bright. Lingguang realized his situation belatedly.

It feels like I'm surrounded by two large canines...

The center of his vision was Kong Xi who was hugging his upper body, while the edge of his vision was Cola who was holding his hand.

As for his identity... he's more like prey than a toy.

But Rinko has been experiencing this situation since his first contact with the Upper Ranks.

Perhaps even earlier, what was he like in Muzan's eyes? This is a question with an answer.

Not thinking about or remembering things that cannot be changed and have no meaning, and quickly diverting attention to make oneself as happy as possible, this is Lin Guang's survival rule.

"Because ghosts my age are rare."

Lin Guang blinked, tilted his head at an angle, and spoke in a flat tone.

"You're small, light, and weak, and your best skill is running away and hiding. So, is that because that sir is afraid that you'll be killed immediately if he lets you out, that's why he's always letting the Upper Ranks keep watch over you?"

Kong Xi pinched Lingguang's face with his claws. The boy's appearance did not look oppressive, nor did it even give people a sense of threat.

That's a good point. But I suggest you don't say it next time.

The sharp claws pinched the side of the face, and with a little force, the mouth was forced open. The gray-blue eyes looked at him calmly, with glowing eyes and fangs in the mouth. If it were not such obvious features, it would be almost difficult to identify it as a ghost.

"Because the little beanie is very picky and doesn't like to eat, that's why he's always so small."

Cola's tone was matter-of-fact. Forced together, his hands, his head tilted, Rinko looked at his own fully stretched hand, which was still no bigger than the other's palm. He used his free hand to pull away Kūki's claws.

"So I've already said I'm not picky... and no matter how I think about it, there's no way I could grow to your size just by eating."

The small hands, opened and closed, with the fingers interlocked, could not even completely cover the protruding joints, but instead the other person's fingers were completely covered on the back of the hand.

His hands were so small, and his bones were so soft, as if they hadn't fully developed yet. A light pinch would make a crackling sound, and a little more force would surely make them break completely. They were as fragile as every bone in his body.

"The little guy's bones are as soft as snow."

Cola had gotten used to Lin Guang's fragility, but Kong Xi hadn't. He tried to grab the hand like Cola did, but he casually squeezed the palm so hard that it was deformed, the bones creaked, and it was completely out of place. It only returned to its original shape after he let go.

"Okay, okay—I'll eat more—"

Lin Guang moved his recovered palm and deliberately prolonged the tone to sound perfunctory.

That's what they say, but they may not necessarily do it. Cola knows it, and so does Rinko.

Cola's energy is far stronger than Rinko's, and he has unlimited enthusiasm for the challenge of getting Rinko to eat something. Arms, palms, calves, neck, cheeks, and different parts of people's bodies will still be used as targets for testing.

Lin Guang still sat there quietly, letting the piece of meat drip blood in front of him, and he showed no interest in the flesh and blood.

"It's really strange. This is meat. How could the little guy not be interested in it at all?"

Kong Xi tilted his head, puzzled, and stuffed the arm that failed the attempt into his mouth. It was indeed meat, emitting an enticing aroma. No ghost could refuse the flesh and blood in front of it. The appetite of ghosts can never be satisfied, just like human desires, endless.

"Because I'm not hungry. Even if I smell something delicious, I won't feel like eating if I'm not hungry..."

This explanation is even more puzzling. The three heads look at each other at the same angle and cannot reach a reconciliation with each other.

Cola and Sora couldn't understand why Rinkou wasn't hungry, and Rinkou couldn't understand how the two of them could always eat.

"Doesn't Akaza have to eat meat all the time? The same goes for Kokushibo-sama. But Douma always looks hungry, so it's normal to be hungry, and it's also normal not to be hungry. And I'm only this young, so it's normal for me to eat less."

Lin Guang stretched out his arms. Even though he tried hard to show off his physique like a small animal, in the eyes of Cola and the others, he was still just a small animal.

"So, you learned bad things from Akaza? Ghosts are supposed to eat meat."

Kong Xi spoke without hesitation, tapping Lingguang's head with his sharp claws. The boy's head shook, and he just whispered in a threatening tone.

"Don't let Akaza hear you say that, or he'll smash your head in, just like he smashed Douma's head in."