Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Lin Guang had never been interested in Yu Hu's so-called "artworks". What interested him most about art making were the snacks that Yu Hu would throw to him when he was selecting materials, a hand, an arm, an extra bone, or a piece of meat cut off from somewhere, or a still-beating heart.

"At least your passion for artistic creation is truly admirable."

While swallowing the food in his mouth, Lingguang expressed his approval and praise to Yuhu without reservation.

"I mean it."

"Of course I believe what you said is true. You can't even speak clearly with your little head, do you think you have the ability to lie?"

Yu Hu, who was busy, did not pay too much attention to Ling Guang. His words were not unpleasant, but they were not really praises either. Ling Guang did not mind it at all. He clapped his hands and moved his legs to another place to avoid being affected by the blood spreading on the ground.

Although he moved, he didn't move too far away. He just avoided the area where the blood was about to flow along the angled ground. Looking at the ground that was not completely dry after the rain, he had an idea.

Yu Hu was so engrossed in his own work that he had no time to care whether the child went up the tree to watch birds or went down to the river to catch fish. It was not until he finished his new work and put it into the pot with satisfaction and prepared to show it to others that he finally remembered the child.

Lin Guang is very good at hiding. Even when he is not deliberately hiding, it is not easy for others to notice him. But fortunately, Lin Guang did not go too far this time. He just squatted on the floor on one side, and seemed to be busy with something. However, the work of his hands was blocked by his body, and Yu Hu could not see it clearly.

His body moved with his heart, the pot moved from behind him to in front of him, and the owner of the pot also moved from behind him to in front of him. This time he could see clearly that the boy's hand contained a ball of crushed mud, which was still soft and sticky after being wetted by the rain, and became even stickier after being soaked in blood.

"Would you like to make some art too?"

"Artwork... not really, but I just wanted to give it a try."

Linguang was very skillful. He could sit on the ground and weave rings out of grass leaves and flowers, and he could also make bracelets out of vines and acorns. This ball of mud, which he could manipulate at will, was even easier. The mud ball changed shape between his small palms, gradually taking on the outline of a human figure.

"Ok?"

Although he had no talent for appreciation, he did have some skills in the production part. Yu Hu moved closer and carefully observed the movements of Lin Guang's hands.

The boy had no techniques or skills to speak of. He seemed to be kneading it randomly. Looking at his movements, Yuhu couldn't help but wonder if the clay doll, which had just taken on a human form, would lose its shape. But no, not even once. Every movement that seemed to be about to fail eventually made the doll's appearance gradually clearer.

"Is it Lord Akaza?"

It's not hard to identify, honestly. The shirtless, muscular man, with the lower body outline mostly made up of those baggy pants, and the hedgehog-like short hair, plus the maker's personal preference...

"Ah."

Lin Guang nodded happily. He set the doll, which already had basic features, aside to air dry, and then began adding the embellishments: the Buddhist beads around the ankles, the belt around the pants, and, of course, the jacket. As the doll dried slightly, more of its personal features were added, making it even more distinct.

It was Akaza's usual posture, standing straight with half-clenched fists, but his head was slightly drooping. Yuhu guessed that it was because in Rinko's memory, Akaza never needed to look up at him.

"How about it?"

Yuhu didn't remember how long she had been looking at it. She just looked at the clay doll that the boy finally lifted up, shaking it around for several times before speaking reluctantly.

"It's... not bad. You have some skills."

"So you can make a fire?"

"what?"

Lin Guang didn't seem to care much about his compliments. He simply grabbed some clothes left behind by someone and sat down on the ground, cross-legged, and began to outline and embellish the details of the clay doll.

"Light a fire! The book says that clay objects need to be fired to set their shape, otherwise they will melt again when they come into contact with water."

Lin Guang said this as a matter of course, but Yu Hu didn't speak immediately, which attracted Lin Guang's attention.

"You make a pot, but you don't even boil it?"

The boy tilted his head, his tone full of confusion.

"Why would I need that?"

Yuhu was also confused.

"Then the pot you made is not authentic."

Lin Guang's head straightened back up, and this time his tone was full of doubt.

"The teapots you make are not authentic! Watch this! The teapots I make are all made this way!"

As Yu Hu spoke, he rubbed it a few times with his baby hands. In just a blink of an eye, a beautiful and exquisite pot fell to the ground.

"Only humans need such a troublesome process. Even then, there's still the possibility of failure. It can be said that they have no talent, no skills, and no ability."

The imagined praise did not appear. Lin Guang looked at the pot on the ground, then at the little hands on Yuhu. He did not speak immediately, but dragged out the words carefully. Yuhu was already a little familiar with this scene.

This guy is definitely going to say something unpleasant again...

"So, you rubbed your hands yourself, didn't you?"

"You're kidding! Of course these are human babies' hands! Real human babies'! I carefully selected the six most suitable ones. They look as perfect as if they were born from a child! There's absolutely no difference! And even though they are human babies' hands, they still obey my commands as if they were born from my body!"

"Um----"

It was a familiar tune, and this time Yuhu didn't intend to be polite.

"If you can't say anything nice, you'd better shut up."

Lin Guang obediently stopped dragging out the words, and just frowned, looking Yu Hu up and down with a slightly complicated and sad look. After a long time, he sighed expressionlessly and turned away.

The sound of veins popping and fists clenching could be heard together.

"Why are you sighing, kid?! Don't look at me like I'm pitiful, like a stinky brat who can't even be killed by a ghost hunter!!"

"I don't have any...ah..."

This feeble explanation was followed by an even heavier sigh.

But this time, no matter how Yuhu asked, Lingguang just shook his head and sighed, got up from the ground, and walked slowly to the side holding the clay doll.

----

Although it was difficult to reach a consensus, Yuhu finally helped Linguang find a human brick kiln to burn the small clay doll that Linguang often took out to tinker with when he had nothing to do, so that Linguang would not have to hold the clay doll and let him hide when it rained.

Those beautiful pots are not meant to keep him out of the rain!