Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Things you are not good at need more practice to be truly mastered.

For example, finding Muzan in an unfamiliar area, or remembering approximately how long three months is.

In fact, Lin Guang still couldn't remember how many days had passed, but he learned to remember several special time points based on the leaves on the trees, the falling fruits, the chicks leaving the nest and the geese flying by. When those special times appeared, it meant that the fixed time had passed and it was time for him to go find Muzan.

Muzan didn't ask him to remember how much time had passed, as he thought his little head couldn't remember that and it wasn't necessary.

"But if I can't remember how long three months is, how can I make sure I come on time every time?"

"Three months is just something I said casually. Actually, you can come any time. I just thought you might forget about it, so I set a relatively short time... The bad news is that three months is a time you can't understand. The good news is that you remember the event itself, and that's enough."

Muzan, like every time, tolerated his little problems.

And Rinko was looking for a solution every time he caused trouble to others, just like that.

Muzan said it was okay, but in fact, the other party seemed very satisfied after he was able to grasp the time accurately.

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Lin Guang's reaction is always a little slower.

Whether it is what to remember or what to distinguish.

The journey from the mountain to the town is neither long nor short. Lin Guang was not familiar with this road before, and he would inadvertently deviate from the direction on the way here, or be distracted by something, so that every time he arrived, it was already late at night.

But after a few times, he finally found a fixed route, which was faster than before. When he landed on the eaves, there were still passers-by on the street who had not returned home.

The birds in the mountains have left their nests, the fruits on the trees have fallen to the ground, and the river level has dropped as we pass by, and the water temperature is also lower than before. The people on the street are wearing different clothes than last time, wearing more clothes, and they look thicker. Some people have already wrapped themselves in scarves. Winter is coming.

This doesn't sound like good news, because Rinko doesn't like winter very much.

He didn't know why he didn't like it. Maybe it was because the cold winter would make ghosts, whose body temperature was already low, uncomfortable, or maybe it was because the white ground was really boring, or maybe it was just because winter was more boring. There were no living things on the mountain, and even fewer ghost hunters came.

Maybe that's why he doesn't like Douma, Rinko thought. Who would like a demon who makes it snow when he uses blood demon magic?

When he said this, he completely excluded Akaza, whose technique was just a snowflake pattern.

He could either look among the eaves or jump down and look around. He thought about the two options for less than a second before taking a step forward. Not even a dust was raised when he landed on the ground. No one noticed that there was a thinly dressed boy at the corner of the road.

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I looked up inadvertently and saw an outline different from that of a wild cat on the eaves under the moonlight. In the blink of an eye, the thing moved forward and fell from the eaves to the ground, but no one noticed this scene.

Bare feet touched the ground, slender calves gleaming white, and wide sleeves draped over his hands. A thin, short boy walked along the edge of the road, but passersby seemed oblivious to his presence, simply passing by.

This scene seemed like an illusion when reflected in her eyes, but the boy was already walking farther and farther away. The figure walked across the street corner, turned around, and was about to disappear from her sight.

Tamayo followed him completely subconsciously, and by the time she turned the corner, the boy had completely disappeared. It seemed like an illusion, but she knew it wasn't.

The boy she had been looking for for so long, Rinko, had reappeared after all these years, right here! Muzan hadn't killed him, but he hadn't taken him with him either. Perhaps, like before, he had left him with someone else.

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It seemed as if someone's gaze stayed on him briefly, but when he turned a corner, he shook off the gaze behind him. He just didn't have time to confirm whose gaze it was. But it didn't matter. Maybe it was just a passerby who was distracted and took a casual look, and when he saw a child, he stared at him for a while longer.

The probability of meeting the same person in the same area is very high. After all, there are only so many people and the place is so small, but Lingguang does not live here, so the probability becomes very small.

However, Lingguang's probability of triggering low-probability events has always been very high. In layman's terms, his luck is not very good.

So when he changed direction to avoid someone he didn't know, and had to turn an extra corner to get back, but ran into someone he knew, Lin Guang wasn't too surprised.

"Ah. Owl."

The other person was taller, and the youthfulness on his face had faded a little, but his eyes were still wide open and he looked very energetic. His raised eyebrows and flamboyant long hair were no different from before.

"Ah! The boy who got lost and then ran away on his own!"

"I'm very sorry for leaving without permission, but I suddenly remembered where home was. Since you seemed very busy, I went back on my own."

Lin Guang's apology was very sincere. He took two steps back and bowed seriously. His shoulders were lifted by Makijuro.

"I was really scared at the time! But the boy seems to be okay, which is the best thing. What happened this time? Is he lost again?"

Makijuro looked completely familiar. He looked Rinkou up and down and then picked him up from the ground.

"How can you go barefoot outside all the time? It will be troublesome if you get sick! Do you remember where your home is this time? It happens that I am on patrol today, so I will take you back first!"

Makijuro started walking as he spoke. Rinko blinked, looking at him, a bit confused. Was there such a kindhearted person in the world? He was so eager to send one ghost to another? Was he going to give Muzan a midnight snack?

Besides, he shouldn't know where he is going, right? Where is he going?

"I won't get sick..."

"You're cold all over, boy! That means you're weak! You need to wear more clothes when you go out next time!"

Every word of Makijuro's response was fierce, his voice was loud and clear, and the other person's body was indeed terribly hot. Just by being held in his arms, one could feel the terrifying temperature.

"No, I've always been like this. I don't get sick, and I'm not weak. I can walk by myself. It's okay. Besides, my home is over there."

The outstretched finger pointed to the other side of the fork in the road. Makijuro immediately stopped, turned around without hesitation, and walked towards the direction where Rinkou pointed, without any intention of accepting the boy's opinion.

"That means you've been weak since you were a child. You need to eat more, get enough rest, and exercise more!"

Such a familiar sentence, he had heard it over and over again from the upper rank.

"That's not the point, Mr. Owl. The point is that I can come down and walk by myself. My father doesn't like people from the Demon Slayer Corps. If you send me back, you will get into big trouble."

Rinkou stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Makijuro. The other party finally slowed down a little, but still had no intention of letting him go.

"Yeah! Do you still know the Demon Slayer Corps? They're really awesome!"

"My former caregiver told me this, and that's not the point. Please put me down, Mr. Owl. I can find my way home now."

If Muzan is sent back home, he can have a midnight snack tonight, but it also means that the other party may need to move again. Rinko doesn't think Muzan is preparing to move now, so he needs to avoid the possibility of such an incident.

In fact, it is entirely possible for Lin Guang to just kick the other person away and break free from his arms, but he has already done something impolite once, so if possible, it is better not to do it a second time.

"Really."

This time, Makijuro stopped completely. His eyes no longer looked forward, but looked at Rinkou who was in his arms. Rinkou nodded firmly at those eyes.

"Really, I can find a home."

"Okay then. I'll stay here and watch you go back. By the way, my name is Rengoku Makijuro, not Owl."

"Okay, Mr. Rengoku, my name is Rinkou, not the boy who got lost and then suddenly disappeared."

Rinkou landed on the ground and replied seriously imitating Makijuro's tone. Then, under the other's gaze, he took a step forward and ran towards the familiar house. When he reached the door, he waved to the other.

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"Made new friends?"

Muzan looked at the boy who arrived early, but did not rush to him immediately. Instead, he rushed in and went to the window to look out, and asked curiously.

"I met an interesting guy."

Lin Guang confirmed in front of the window that the other party had left before he breathed a sigh of relief. He went to Muzan's side, skillfully climbed onto his legs and sat down, looking at the pile of papers spread out on the table.

"Tell me."

Muzan wrote a few words on the paper, touched Rinkou's head with his free hand, and continued the topic lightly.

"A kind-hearted owl."

The tip of the pen paused on the paper, and a black dot appeared on the white paper.

?

Wucan raised his eyebrows silently and wrote a question mark in his heart.