Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

How long is three months?

It sounds like it should be very long.

But Lin Guang continued to live day after day until he was too tired to bear the reminder.

"Rinko, you still have a month left."

How did two months go by?

In Lin Guang's memory, he only slept and woke up, and after waking up, he played cat and mouse with Lei, or swung on the swing, or looked at the stars together, or walked around in the mountains. The mountain was big, enough for him to explore slowly for a long time. Occasionally, outsiders would break in, and it would be more interesting at that time.

On days like this, there seemed to be no difference between a week and a month, so when Rui formally brought up the matter, Lin Guang just blinked.

"Well, I'll go take a look."

The boy on the swing fell from a great height, but was not caught by the silk thread. Instead, he landed precisely on the target he aimed at, in Lei's arms. Lei easily caught this little trouble that fell from the sky.

"As much as I want to go with you, I can't leave here. But if you're in danger, you can always call me and I'll rush over quickly."

Time is a magical thing. It can make Lei willing to catch him, but it can also make Lei start to worry about him. Although Lei looked completely different in his memory, that memory seemed to have happened a long time ago.

"Ok."

Lin Guang readily agreed.

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It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous, but I wasn't scared either.

It has been a long, long time since Lin Guang left the house alone.

The person who allowed him to go out and play by himself last time and waited for him at the door, it has been so long since they last met, so long that his figure has become blurred in his memory.

Rinko had been curious about Miss Tamayo's whereabouts before, but Muzan never mentioned it, so Rinko never asked. He just let the memory be pressed at the bottom of the box until some inadvertent moment, when he recalled the past again.

Like now, he stretched out his legs and jumped lightly, leisurely as if he was let out by Tamayo to play by himself after waking up. The only difference was that this time he would not come back, nor would he wait for Tamayo to find him.

The mountains and forests were very familiar to Lin Guang, but the village after going down the mountain was not. Lin Guang stood on the high eaves, looking around to confirm the general direction.

Muzan only gave him a vague location, and now he could only follow this vague guidance. He had no confidence whether he could find him, but he was just going to give it a try.

Before being discovered, he disappeared under the eaves, landed silently, walked past the villagers on night patrol, brushed shoulders with the staggering drunkards, hid in the shadows, and left as silently as he had arrived.

There were small paths between the villages, wilderness, forests and large fields. There were several relatively flat boulders in the not very deep river. Lin Guang jumped over them, but deliberately restrained his strength before landing on the shore. His feet landed in the shallows of the river, splashing water and wetting his calves and clothes.

Lin Guang looked at the river, then looked at the front where he didn't know how much water was left, gave up the idea of catching small fish, and continued walking forward.

It was like an adventure, the venue was bigger, there was no map, and no one knew whether there would be more dangers or surprises on the road. The unknown road ahead attracted Lin Guang. In the silent night, the boy who ran wildly was like a kitten that had sneaked out of the house, with a pair of eyes shining in the darkness, moving forward silently but quickly. Only the swept grass pile knew that he had passed by here.

The further they walked, the more things attracted Rinko on the road, and everything was more and more different from what he remembered. Human beings are changing, and the environment they live in is also constantly changing. Rinko realized this when he followed Muzan before. Those different clothes, food, taller buildings, and different furniture, there are so many differences.

Now, everything was a little different. Lin Guang raised his head, looking at the tall pillar, and tilted his head to think about why someone would hang a lantern so high up, how they lit it and how they extinguished it? Wouldn't it be troublesome to replace it?

"Boy! What are you doing here so late? Are you lost?"

The footsteps came from far away and got closer in just a few breaths. The man was very fast and his voice was loud. Lin Guang turned around and looked at the man standing in front of him. He blinked. He didn't look very old, but his eyes were very big, like some other creature he had seen before.

"Um......"

He drew out the tone as he thought, gradually tilting his head, and the man opposite him also tilted his head with him.

Their eyes met, the big eyes blinked, and Lin Guang finally remembered what he looked like.

"owl."

"Ok?"

The man looked a little confused. The expression on his face didn't change at all. He was still smiling, but his big eyes blinked, his head tilted, and the rising ending of his tone expressed his confusion.

"You look like an owl, but owls rarely appear in this color."

Lin Guang pointed at the man's bright yellow hair, the ends of which were even red, like the color of flames. The man's eyes were also the same color...even the haori on his body had the same pattern.

"Do you like fire?"

Rinko blinked at his expression.

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It is common to find lost people late at night, including drunk adults, elderly people who have lost their way, and playful children.

So it wasn't surprising for Makijuro to see a boy standing alone on the street while on patrol.

However, the boy himself was a little different from what he expected. The boy didn't seem afraid. He wasn't afraid of the darkness, the fact that he was lost, or the fact that he appeared in front of the other person. Even though Makijuro always remained friendly and gentle, his hair color and eye color were different from those of ordinary people, which always seemed to give people a sense of oppression that he couldn't understand. Children were always a little afraid of him.

But this boy was not afraid, he did not run away, and he did not tremble. This was good news. A crying child would make him more helpless than an evil ghost.

He had never seen the boy's face before, but this was also his first time in this area. Legend has it that the lord of evil spirits appeared nearby, which is why he asked him to come and follow him. However, he didn't expect that the first person he saw was a lost child.

The boy's eyes were a rare gray-blue, his face expressionless. His baggy clothes must have come from his father; the fabric and cut didn't look like something a poor family could afford. It was strange. Clearly well-off, they didn't give the child proper clothing? Or had he stolen them? His bare feet suggested he wasn't far from home, perhaps a kid from around here.

"owl."

These were the first words spoken by the lost child.

"Ok?"

While he was still analyzing the child, the boy started talking without any context.

"You look like an owl, but owls rarely appear in this color."

Does he look...like...an owl?

The boy stretched out his hand, which was white and clean, without calluses or dust. When he raised his hand, the cuff of his sleeve slipped down, revealing half of his arm which was also white and a little thin, but not unhealthy.

The boy's eyes darted from head to toe, and before he could comment on the previous sentence, the next one had already come out.

"Do you like fire?"

The tilted head and blinking eyes showed that the boy was indeed curious.

"Yeah! I love it! And I'm good at it!"

Maybe this is not the right time to talk about this, but since the boy is interested, it's okay to continue.

"Don't just talk about me, boy, are you lost?"

"Maybe, maybe not... I don't know where he is, but I know he's probably here."

The boy seemed to realize his situation only then. His little head turned around but he couldn't give an accurate direction.

"Hmm! That's really difficult. Do you still roughly remember where it is? I'll take you to find it!"

He stretched out his hand towards the boy, and the boy didn't hesitate for too long. He reached out and grabbed his hand. The boy's hand was very small and cold. He seemed to have no strength in his hand. He just hooked it slightly in his hand, and it would slip away if he let go a little.

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【tips：

After the report is finished tomorrow, I can write whatever I want! I have been creating miracles these past two days.

(I originally wanted to delay before entering the main storyline, but a good idea suddenly came to me these past two days, so I decided to have some contact with the Demon Slayer Corps first)

As to why the previous Flame Pillar didn't recognize it as a demon, Rinko noticed someone approaching, so he hid his eyes (in fact, in terms of perception, Rinko has already matched his position, below Muzan and above other demons, his perception is completely upper-rank but his combat power is zero (bushi))

The most obvious difference between humans and ghosts is their appearance. Rinko's eyes are the only obvious ones, and after hiding, there's no difference if you only look at the appearance. If you have to say it's that the teeth are more even, but who would open their mouths to look at people's teeth for no reason?

Secondly, Lin Guang's passive skill is his weak presence and the harmless feeling emanating from inside out. After mastering the blood demon art, the misleading skill becomes an automatically activated passive skill. Basically, when you look at him, you will subconsciously believe that he is harmless, looks useless, and will not cause any harm.

In addition, Lin Guang himself seems to have this effect, so this interference is not easy to detect. Unless you see the rabbit kicking the eagle with your own eyes, you will think that the idea (that he is weak) is abnormal.

Moreover, little Rinko only has one head and one heart. When he stood in front of Kokushibo, he was not identified as a ghost until he saw the eyes and fangs clearly. This is considered Rinko's small bug-level self-protection skill. Otherwise, he couldn't fight, and if the pillar saw him and immediately identified him as a ghost and started chasing him, then it would be over.

Then why wasn't the eldest brother's father wary of the child? First, it's not uncommon for children to run out to play at night; then, he didn't sense any ghosts; and then, their intelligence was that there were powerful ghosts nearby, not just in terms of strength but also in terms of size. Rinkou, from head to toe, from body to mind, from his demeanor, didn't pose that kind of threat (in fact, he didn't. His greatest skill was the "bushi" (rabbit kicking hawk), and his greatest threat was to Hantengu and Jinu).