Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

If you have to make a choice.

Amidst the chaos, the boy would probably reach out and grab the only drum, perhaps even grab another tattooed hand and join in the beating.

It’s always easy to guess what boys are thinking, and they express their likes and dislikes very clearly.

Rinkou liked Anohakuten, and before that, or at the same time, he liked Akaza.

Muzan had no doubt about it.

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"Although Bantiangou is quite long-winded, his clones are very interesting: Ji Nu, Ke Le, Ai Jue, Kong Xi, and ah, there's also Zeng Bo Tian. He's only this much taller than me, but he knows a lot more. I can hardly understand a word he says."

The person in charge of listening to the story in front of him was Akaza. He had just finished his report and had not had time to leave when he ran into Hantengu with Rinko. The latter was called away, and the former was waiting outside for the report to be over.

Akaza thought about it and found nothing to do, so he just sat down under the boy's gaze.

"It seems like you've been doing well recently."

Akaza knew very little about his colleagues. There was no need for him to know about those who were lower in rank than him. As for those who were higher in rank than him, he would never meet them, and even a ghost would find them annoying. The rest were not within the range of people he could fight with.

But the boy was always full of interest in this group of people, wanting to get to know them, wanting to understand them, and wanting to make friends. He was indeed a child, even his mind was like a child's.

"Yeah—that's right. Compared to the days with Douma, being with anyone should be better."

Rinko's face had a serious expression, and Akaza sneered.

"Next time he dares to come near you, don't be polite to him. Break his jaw, break his bones, and take his head off and kick it like a ball. Then he won't want to eat your head anymore."

Great advice.

If Rinkou didn't know very well that unless Douma was going to take the head off for him to play with, there was no way he would be able to kick the head off.

"At least next time I'll remember to cover his mouth."

Lin Guang chose a compromise between giving up resistance and killing the opponent.

"Alright, block his mouth and I'll help you smash his head."

"That would splatter blood all over my face."

Rinko raised his head and looked at Akaza.

"Then you can break it yourself."

Akaza didn't even look at him, but just spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

"..."

Never mind. Let it splash.

It's better than not being able to break it and being laughed at by Douma.

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The door separated not only Hantengu and Rinko, but also Akaza's calmness and composure, to the point that the "cheerfulness" that he had never shown in front of Muzan was released.

Lin Guang has his own unique ability, which is different from most ghosts.

Hantiangou disliked collaborating with others, and if they did, they would go their separate ways. For someone so wary of the world, accepting an independent individual who was not under his control was not easy.

Therefore, Muzan was prepared for Hantengou's refusal to accept Rinko. In fact, Muzan was also prepared for a long period of adjustment and even for Rinko to be directly expelled from Hantengou's household.

But unexpectedly, he fit in very well. Hantengou now basically regarded him as one of his own.

This report no longer mentioned Lingguang's placement.

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Boys like Akaza. This is an easy conclusion to draw.

Whether it is the higher tone of voice when speaking to the other party, the more common smiles on the face, or the unintentional preference in words and deeds, all confirm this conclusion.

And recently, he has a new love.

Children need playmates, especially young, energetic ones.

So it’s not surprising that Rinko has a new friend, Muzan’s curiosity has other reasons.

Why is it Hantengu? This is what Muzan was curious about, but now after watching Akaza's live performance, his confusion has been answered.

It is certainly more fun to have a group of people to play with than to be played by oneself.

And if there are people in the group who are ready to play with him, then of course he will choose the one who is willing to play with him.

Speaking of which, although his actual age is unknown, judging from his appearance, Sopoten... does look younger than Akaza.

So, they are more inclined towards people of similar age.

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Zeng Botian is a person different from any other member of the Hantengou family.

The only thing they had in common was their protectiveness towards the old man, but Rinko thought that was a byproduct of their bloodline, similar to his support for Muzan. Different, but similar.

Putting this aside, the difference between Hatred of Amber Heaven and joy, anger, sorrow and happiness becomes even clearer.

The timing of our first meeting was not right.

Lin Guang has bad luck. The more dangerous the situation is, the worse it is. Especially when facing ghost hunters, this bad luck will reach an extreme.

He was good at cat and mouse, but he was good at being the mouse, not catching mice. So when Hantiangou disappeared from his arms without knowing when, and when he was surrounded by ghost hunters, Lingguang felt that fate had favored him.

Isn't it a bit unfair to just pick on one person and do it to him?

While looking for Hantengou, Lingguang dodged the ghost hunters who were blown away by Coke or hit by Aijue.

Kokushibo once told Rinko that the thing he is best at can also become an obstacle for him.

This may not be the original intention of this sentence.

But when the demon hunter flew towards him, Rinko felt that Kokushibo was worthy of being Kokushibo, as he could have anticipated such a thing.

Hiding too well is not a good thing, at least it is not a good thing to let teammates not notice where he is.

Come to think of it, has Akaza also done something like this?

Lin Guang jumped back to avoid the human sandbag. The ghost hunter, without any cushioning, was hit hard by the tree. His bones were broken, but his breath was not lost. The man saw him and also saw Hantengou not far away.

Fate plays tricks on people and also on ghosts. You can't find it when you try hard to find it, and it appears when it shouldn't appear.

This statement applies to both parties.

Because he was too weak, he was mistaken for a human and was not targeted by the neck, and Hantengou was immediately targeted by the neck and dodged in panic.

Lin Guang wasn't sure who was more miserable.

He did not refute the ghost hunter's words, nor did he show any sign of resistance. He just stood there obediently, like a frightened child.

Just as the raised knife was about to be swung down, he dodged from stillness to movement in an instant and protected the old man, who was as big as a mouse, in his palm.

The blade hit the hard ground, sparks flew, and the ghost hunter was confused and angry, and roared at him.

"What are you doing! That's an evil ghost! Put him down! Those four ghosts wouldn't die even if their necks were chopped off! But that's not necessarily the case with this one!"

The Nichirin Sword was raised again, and Rinko watched the sword blink slowly. He had no doubt that if it hit his neck, it would be broken.

"The good news is, you're right... The bad news is, I promised to protect him. Breaking that promise is rude."

Lin Guang slowly retreated, his vision focused on the ghost hunter gripping the hilt of his knife. He observed his surroundings with his peripheral vision, looking for a route of retreat while distracting the other party with words.

"If you insist on harboring the evil spirit, even if it's a human, you will be killed. Little one, it doesn't matter if you're threatened or deceived by the ghost. Let him go, we will protect you."

Joy, anger, sorrow and joy were restrained by the stronger ghost hunter, so he had to run on his own. This was what he was best at. It didn't matter. He was just a ghost hunter. Even if he couldn't beat him, he could still run away.

"Honestly. I don't want to have my head chopped off, and I don't want to watch his head chopped off... Maybe you could let me go. I promise to disappear right away."

Lin Guang regained his distracted attention and looked at the man in front of him.

"That's a shame, kid. I can't let the evil spirit get away."

The friction sound of the soles of the feet accumulating power after stepping on the ground was clear. Lin Guang took a slow breath and started chasing in an instant.

Human children would not have such speed. The ghost hunter, realizing this, turned the back of the knife back to the blade, and with another burst, the distance was wiped out.

He bent over and rolled over instinctively, and the blade passed by his side, scraping off a piece of his short hair.

That's why Lin Guang said that he doesn't like swordsmen who use Thunder Breathing.

Compared to other swordsmen who can use breathing techniques, it's easy to be caught...

As Lin Guang rolled to his feet, ready to continue his escape, a strange presence suddenly appeared. Its presence was strong, its distance was very close, and its strength was terrifying. Something was attacking approaching.

It's not directed at him.

From dead silence to sudden violent storm, the skink rose from the ground and the ghost hunter was easily torn to pieces, leaving only broken limbs.

"Those who bully the weak...shamelessly deserve death."

Lin Guang finally had the opportunity to see his long-lost family members.