Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

The man's palm landed on his head, and the touch wasn't actually gentle. For example, when Rinkou touched a kitten, he was much more forceful. If it were a kitten, it would have run away, and even a puppy would have dropped its tail. Fortunately, he wasn't a kitten or a puppy.

Lin Guang likes this kind of touch. It is not gentle, but it makes him feel at ease.

This is very strange. He always subconsciously wants to avoid adults when he sees them, and feels physiological resistance even if the other person is a ghost. Even when facing the friendly Akaza, he feels an unnatural tension in his back every time he realizes the other person's strong strength.

This is a biological instinct. He is weak and needs to avoid the predator that will treat him as prey.

Under such circumstances, the person who made him feel the safest was another tall adult who was more powerful than any human or ghost present.

The hand felt extremely oppressive when it fell from a great height, but standing behind the view blocked by the hand was Muzan. The owner of this hand was Muzan. As long as this knowledge remained, he would not feel fear.

It's hard to understand. But instinct and reason are both clamoring that behind Muzan is the safest place, there is no need to be on guard, there is someone who will never hurt you, and you can always trust him.

The soul spoke thus, and the body took steps toward him again and again.

As it is now.

The hand ruffled her hair, but Lingguang was still happy. The joy and excitement in her heart almost burst out of her chest, and the final way of expressing it was a hug that was also not gentle.

The boy tried to stand on tiptoe and hug the man's waist. It would be more accurate to say that he was hugging him.

It wasn't graceful, nor was it polite, but even with his offense, Muzan showed no sign of anger. Instead, he casually picked him up, one arm supporting the boy's entire weight, freeing his hands to try to hold something else, like the man's neck.

Like a real kid.

"Kokushibo will definitely sigh when he sees this. You have completely forgotten your etiquette, Rinkou."

There was no obvious emotion in the flat tone, and the tone seemed to be blaming, but Lin Guang could hear the helplessness revealed in the words, which was different from dissatisfaction.

“Because I’m happy!”

The boy was not afraid at all, and responded to the man with his bold smile.

"Yes, I can see that you are very happy. Did something happy happen to you?"

The rhetorical question was asked casually and in a relaxed tone, and the boy was confident that the answer would come out when the question was asked. The boy did not understand the minds of men, but was keen to answer every question asked by the elders.

"Because I met you! I'm so happy!"

The ending tone was rising all the way, and the excitement in the voice could not be suppressed, and the smiling face also showed that it was not fake at all.

Rinkou loves Muzan, more than any other demon. He doesn't know if Muzan likes him, but he knows he's the one being cared for by Muzan. Even though Muzan often lets him explore, behind this freedom lies his silent yet tangible protection.

The carefully selected guardian objects and the calculated length of stay, everything comes from the grace of the superiors.

Whether this could be considered love, Rinko didn't know, but he was sure that Muzan didn't hate him, at least not yet.

"If you like, you can continue to stay here. I will live in the town over there for the time being."

The outstretched hand pointed into the distance. Lin Guang looked in the direction the hand was pointing. In the distance, at the edge of his vision, he could barely catch a glimpse of a vague shadow.

"Three months."

The hand retracted, and the outstretched fingers changed from one to three, and the three fingers waved in front of Lin Guang's eyes.

"Within three months, I want to see you at least once. Can you do it, Lin Guang?"

"it is good!"

At that time, Rinkou had not yet understood everything behind these words, but at least he knew that he had won the opportunity to stay with Rui.

"Tired, well done."

The boy whose name was called lowered his head, respectful and obedient. He had been like that from the beginning, just standing there quietly and obediently. It was the first time that Lin Guang saw Rui look so obedient.

"Lord Muzan is still more powerful. He never bows to me even when I am tired."

The boy's voice was very soft, only slightly louder than the sound of an insect's wings flapping, but Wuzan and Lei heard every word clearly.

Wuzan chuckled and said nothing, but put the boy, who was pouting without realizing it, back to the ground.

"Then it's a deal, Rinko, I want to see you within three months."

The agreement was made, and in the blink of an eye the man disappeared from where he was. Just as Rinko didn't know how Muzan came, he couldn't see how Muzan left.

The good news was that he couldn't see clearly even if he was tired, which made him feel a lot more balanced.

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The boy's undisguised smile when he was with Lord Muzan was something he rarely saw.

The last time he saw that smile was when Lin Guang finally defeated him in a game of cat and mouse, after he had used his spider web but still failed to catch the boy. When the boy announced his victory, the light in his eyes was brighter than the moonlight behind him.

He was truly delighted, gazing at the hand that grasped his own, feeling its strength, listening to the rising tone of the voice. Perhaps he wasn't just delighted, he was a little overexcited.

When he looked up, he saw the boy's back and heard the boy's unbridled laughter.

"It's great—I can still stay here!"

Lin Guang turned her head and looked at him. Their eyes met without any warning, and the smile on that face was so bright.

"It's really nice to be able to continue to stay with Rui——right——"

Lei was not sure what expression he should make now. Rinko was happy not only because he saw Lord Muzan, but also because he could stay here.

He just looked at the boy's happy smile and felt that at that moment, the boy was more dazzling than anything else.

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They are said to be a family connected by blood, but in fact they don’t really look like a family.

Lin Guang occasionally had such thoughts when he looked at that house.

Independent individuals placed together cannot really be connected, just like fingers tied with silk thread, the hand is still a hand, and the thread is still a thread.

Spiders certainly don't sound like social animals.

But considering how tired I was, all of this just flashed through my mind briefly and was never really expressed out loud.

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"doing what?"

Lin Guang's little head is often filled with all kinds of strange ideas, and he often does things that seem tiring and meaningless. Just like now, he is like a firefly that fell into a spider web, with his wings and limbs entangled tightly.

Lei walked to Rin Guang and sat down, freeing the pair of fingers that were entangled by the silk thread and were about to break. The tangled thread in Rin Guang's hand was easily found at one end by Lei's hands, and with a pull, it scattered on the ground.

"I'm wondering how you did it. Why can't I make it up?"

Lin Guang was talking about the web that Lei would occasionally pull out. It was made of silk threads and looked like a spider web, but it was more sophisticated than a spider web. Lin Guang found it very interesting and always wanted to learn it, but the boy, who had always been talented, always hit a wall in this matter.

Lei lowered his eyes, and the silk thread spread from his fingertips. The invisible thread became visible. In his hands, the spider silk seemed to have its own life, moving between his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, it turned from a silk thread into a web with beautiful patterns.

Lin Guang watched carefully, but when the rope was picked up again, he failed again.

"If you teach like that, Rinkou will never learn no matter how long you try."

The mother spoke softly, causing both boys to look up.

The spider silk that Lin Guang had wrapped around her hand was handed to her mother, and the two ends were glued together, turning the long thread from a single thread into a whole loop.

The slender and flexible fingers can make the simple rope look fancy by wrapping it a few times.

"Because Rinko is different from Rui, there's no way to make the spider silk move on its own. Come on, Rinko, stretch out your hand."

Lingguang obediently stretched out his hand and carefully took the patterned rope from his mother's hand intact, not daring to move it at all for fear of accidentally breaking it.

"Tired, like this, pass it through here, around this one, then pull it out and unfold it."

Compared to Rinko's cautiousness, Lei was much more decisive. Simply following the instructions, he quickly grasped the movements required under the guidance of his fingers. His fingers drew out the thread, gently pulling at the joint, passing it around the thread above, taking control of the thread from Rinko's hand and unfolding it, the pattern changing.

"so amazing."

It was Rinko who spoke out what he was thinking. There is a difference between making the silk thread become a certain state according to one's thoughts and changing the silk thread with one's own hands. For Lei, this experience is indeed interesting.

And for Rinko.

Lei could clearly see curiosity in the boy's eyes and his hands eager to try. His mother smiled gently at his excitement and continued to stretch out her hand to guide him.

The spider silk that was not controlled by anyone and did not move on its own was constantly woven into different patterns in the hands of the two people.

"These seemingly unrelated threads, when connected and entangled, create beautiful patterns..."

Lin Guang sighed softly.

"It's like many very thin threads tangled together, yet they can still be seen."

The mother's voice was still gentle. Under the guidance of that hand, Lin Guang hooked the spider silk from his tired and stiff hand. The slightly messy thread when it was loose was revealed as Lin Guang's hand stretched out, revealing its original appearance.

"It's like I can weave beautiful patterns with Rui even though I can't control spider silk, can't communicate with spiders, and look nothing like him. Rui, it's your turn."

Lin Guang raised his hand proudly, and on his open palm was a new pattern, exquisite and beautiful.

And behind the silk thread is the creator of everything.

Lei stretched out his hand, the silk thread was pulled apart, and the outline of the face became clear before his eyes.

Perhaps this is how bonds are formed.