Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Lin Guang was not good at fighting. From childhood to adulthood, from many years ago to the present, it had always been like this.

And this defect was finally compensated in other aspects after many years.

Muzan was not very clear about what the boy did specifically, but he was not entirely curious about the reasons for the different effects caused by individual differences. The results were the part that interested him.

If it was Muzan himself, he could have disguised himself as a human without being noticed, but for Rinko, it was another matter. He knew Rinko would hide Hantengu's true form to achieve a better effect, but Hantengu was very good at hiding, so it was normal that the effect of one plus one was greater than two.

At the time, he hadn't tried to hide himself; in fact, he had the ill intention of deliberately making the scene more noticeable. But how did he achieve the final effect of being greater than two when one minus two?

This is the part that only Lin Guang himself can figure out.

Before, Rinko could not give an answer, nor could he work his way back through the results, but now Rinko can make some guesses based on the established results.

"Because you're a very good person."

This answer came out of Rinko's mouth after a few months.

"There's no need to be wary of ghosts. There's no need to worry about them. They're...friends."

Lin Guang pondered and thought, searching hard in his vocabulary, trying to find an appropriate description, but he didn't know whether the vocabulary in that vocabulary was really limited, or whether the child's usage and understanding of words were biased. In short, the answer didn't sound like something a ghost could say.

"Or rather, because ghosts are the same kind."

Wuzan gave a reference answer that at least sounded more appropriate. The boy thought about his answer for a while, then nodded solemnly.

"Yeah. Because ghosts are the same kind."

He said.

"There's no need to be wary of people of the same kind. We can be friends."

Lin Guang's understanding of friends may be the same as his understanding of love, with only the distinction between good friends and bad friends, and more euphemistic words used to leave room for reversal and easing.

Just like Rinkou never says he hates ghosts, nor does he ever consider ghosts to be enemies.

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Such a small improvement was certainly not enough for Rinko to match the words in his eyes, nor was it enough to satisfy Muzan, but it was enough for the boy to get a small reward from his elders.

Go out and play.

And ghosts, not people.

Humans are troublesome, and human children are even more troublesome.

Lin Guang never said he hated ghosts, but when it came to humans, it was hard to say he liked them.

Perhaps because ghost hunters are also human, he doesn't like ghost hunters, nor do he like humans. Just like because those powerful ghost hunters are often strong and tall men, he doesn't like adults like that either.

This is of course unreasonable, but it does not affect Lin Guang's comforting himself.

In short, he doesn't like humans and doesn't like Lingzi.

He is the one who looks younger, but he is the one who needs to coax the child; he is also the one who is actually older, but he is the one who needs to play house with human children.

Lingzi hopes that he is a little kid, but she doesn't want him to be a really troublesome little kid. It is not good to have both, and it is also not good to make demands on others instead of striving for something.

He never had such concerns when he was with ghosts. He could do whatever he wanted. He just had to do what he wanted, without any scruples or constraints.

Humans always do this.

greedy.

And bad.

After much persuasion, Muzan finally agreed to his application.

He was given a chance to go out and play, but correspondingly, he couldn't just go out and play, he also had to truly master his own blood vampire magic.

Everything sounded good, except that Muzan didn't tell Rinko that his new guardian was called Yuhu until the day before he was to move.

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"Don't you like those pots?"

Muzan's tone was nonchalant, even somewhat self-righteous. However, the boy who was accused of subjective evaluation clearly did not think so.

"That's another matter."

The boy was quite different from the original appearance in Muzan's memory. Just as he thought, the little mute had long since turned into Little Trumpet, and Little Trumpet was indulged by Bantiangou and turned into a little wild dog holding Little Trumpet in its mouth.

Even if they dare not shout loudly because their parents are around, they still deliberately bang the small loudspeaker on the ground, using a childish but effective way to attract the adults' attention and express their dissatisfaction.

The horn is invisible, but the thing that replaces the horn to attract Muzan's attention is tangible.

A thud.

It was clearly audible in the brief silence of the house, even the sound of flipping newspapers came a step late.

Perhaps it was the head, or perhaps the shoulder. It was difficult to determine the specific situation within the pot based on the exposed half of the body. Muzan shifted his gaze unnoticeably. The half of Rinko's body hanging outside the pot paused for a moment before slowly starting to move. Perhaps he was adjusting his body within the limited space inside.

In the end, the legs were successfully brought into the pot and could not be seen, but Muzan could almost imagine what an awkward posture Rinko was in inside the pot.

The boy had accidentally fallen into the pot before and had actually fallen asleep in it. If Wuzan had not been about to move the pot to free up the table, he would probably not have noticed that there was a boy in the pot.

At that time, the boy in the pot seemed to have no bones. He was folded in an awkward posture, with his legs completely pressed on his upper body, curled up and stuck in the pot, maintaining a steady breathing and sleeping soundly.

Maybe it was because Lin Guang never paid attention to these things that he hit his head.

"So you don't like him?"

A very natural question.

"No."

The boy's voice echoed repeatedly in the limited space, and the sound that finally came out sounded muffled.

Of course, Rinkou didn't dislike Yuhu, and it wasn't just because he was a ghost. Muzan could hear it, and even if he didn't listen, he could tell that the boy was just upset because he made a decision on his own without discussing it with him or informing him in advance.

Although there is actually no difference between discussing, informing in advance, and giving orders directly in the end, there is actually no difference.

But it doesn’t matter, it’s just a harmless little emotion. It’s fun once in a while.

"I just thought it would at least be a ghost I knew."

"You'll get to know them after spending some time together... It's hard to connect with an unfamiliar ghost, right? There's no harm in getting familiar with them now. Hands-on experience is always the most effective way to learn what you need."

Just as Rinkou has always believed, behind every decision made by Muzan, there are reasons that he believes are reasonable, including the arrangements made for him.

What Muzan said makes sense, no doubt about it.

His blood vampire magic began to show results after practice.

All along, all Rinko had done was hide and run away. As for fighting, there would naturally be others to do it. All he had to do was keep himself alive. Muzan's acquiescence and indulgence undoubtedly encouraged Rinko's thinking, and ultimately prompted him to go further and further on this path.

Until I meet them again.

Muzan has always known that Rinko's flesh and blood can provide power far beyond that of humans.

Rinko is good at hiding, and Muzan knows this as well.

But he had never really imagined the abilities of Lin Guang.

This seed, buried in the soil many years ago, gave him a surprise many years later.

Lin Guang is good at hiding, but in this aspect of hiding, he can do more than just hide, he can also hide. Hide himself, hide others, hide everything he wants to hide, and protect what he wants to protect.

No matter how weak it is, a cat with fangs still has its own sense of territory and possessiveness.

Muzan looked at the little guy hiding in the jar, not intentionally but also hard to detect, and thought in his heart.

As long as Lin Guang wants, his existence can be erased before he sees the real person. This is a limited ability. Even if it can hide others, it sounds very limited. But whether it is really limited depends on how it is used.

This trick can be said to be of great help to Hantengou.

There are always some special ghost hunters with more acute senses or intuition who can detect the difference of Hantengou. In this case, with the help of Lin Guang, the hunting process will be greatly prolonged. If it can have an impact on the ghost hunters... it sounds more effective.

Snapped.

It wasn't a very loud sound, but in the silent room there was no other sound except the slowly turning of the newspaper, so the sound of the palm slapping on the smooth surface of the pot was very clear, and even echoed in the empty environment.

The hand that stretched out from the darkness grabbed the mouth of the pot, and it seemed that it wanted to take the body out, but the space inside the pot was limited, so limited that it was not enough to support Lin Guang to come out so easily. He was silent and was stuck like this.

"Ah......."

Unconcealed laughter in this situation is really no different from mockery.

"I told you, the pot is not a toy."

Wuzan stretched out his hand and lightly tapped the pot, with no intention of lending a helping hand.

"It's not your 'new nest' either."

The boy's body shifted, causing the pot to sway slightly. As Muzan watched, the body gradually shrank. With a thud, it seemed the foot that had fallen in had reached the pot. The tiny hand still gripped the mouth of the pot, and as the pot swayed, a tiny head finally poked out.

"Did you learn this from Hantengou?"

The newspaper was placed on the table, and Muzan's attention was finally completely drawn away by Rinko.

Lin Guang became very small, looking like a real doll. The loose clothes could hardly stay on his body, and half of his shoulders were exposed.

"Akoza once told me that a ghost should know his own body very well, and every bone should be controllable."

Lin Guang spoke very seriously, trying to climb out of the pot. His loose clothes made his movements extremely inconvenient and he looked like he was about to trip at any moment.

Muzan watched Rinko slowly and hesitantly pull himself out of the pot, and felt that no matter how Akaza's words were interpreted, they should not be instructing Rinko to become a smaller child.

But for Lin Guang, it seemed difficult to understand any other meaning of this sentence.

The deviation from the path did not affect the boy's growth. After all, Rinko learned new knowledge. As for combat power, if Muzan really cared about Rinko's combat ability, the child would not have been able to survive until now.

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Yuhu's understanding of Lingguang is very limited.

But even with these limited fragments, the image that is finally pieced together is enough to illustrate one thing.

Rinko. Not a 'good child' in Akaza-dono's eyes, much less a 'well-behaved child'. And even in terms of the concept of a child, Rinko no longer fits the bill. His age completely surpasses any of the Upper Moons; even Kokushibo-dono seems younger than him, doesn't he?

The good news is that Rinkou's relationship with him has always remained at the stage of familiar strangers who only need to say hello when they meet and don't even need to wave goodbye when they leave. He doesn't have to think about how to treat this child, nor does he have to care about what trouble this child can cause.

Whether Lord Akaza was wearing a grass ring, Lord Douma was being punished, or Lord Kokushibo's hair still had traces of being braided, it had nothing to do with Yuhu. He could still watch the fun from a safe distance.

That's how it was.

However, things change, and this time, the situation has turned into his own.

Although he didn't know how to raise a child, Rinko had been educated by several Upper Ranks, so he shouldn't have any trouble in his hands. After all, the last time they met, Rinko no longer looked like the child who would easily cause trouble, and at least he was rated as Upper Rank Zero.

No matter how you look at it, he's not a jerk that people would dislike.

Yuhu made a lot of mental preparations before the meeting.

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"So. Do I need to carry the pot with me...?"

Lin Guang spoke the first words after Muzan left, and his eyes stayed at the place where Muzan disappeared.

"No, of course not."

Yuhu replied quickly.

"So, can you walk on your own...?"

The boy turned his head, and with the rising ending of his tone, he sounded a little uncertain.

"of course."

Yuhu straightened up proudly, but the boy did not praise him or ask any questions. Instead, he lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"what do you mean."

It was very subtle. The boy's tone was not deliberate, and his expression and actions did not contain any provocation, but Yuhu always had a bad feeling, as if this kid was waiting for him with some bad ideas.

"No. I don't mean to distrust you. It's just..."

The deliberately prolonged ending tone attracted attention. The raised face had no expression at first, but gradually frowned, and the mouth opened and closed, as if he was hesitating about something.

But what is this kid hesitating about?

"You want to jump?"

Obviously.

Yuhu was not mentally prepared enough.