Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Lin Guang didn't know how the ghost hunters arranged it.

Maybe it was because one person had to be in charge of an area for a long time, or maybe they were always taking turns, but for Rinkou, what remained unchanged was that the probability of him meeting Makijuro was very high.

Of course, this was also because Lin Guang used other ghost hunters as a comparison group. In Lin Guang's memory, most ghost hunters died after meeting each other, and Rengoku was the first one to meet a second time.

So every time they met after that, Lin Guang would feel surprised. After all, there was only one ghost hunter that he could meet every year.

The other party still didn't remember his name, but Lin Guang had already remembered his, Rengoku, Rengoku Makijuro.

A kind-hearted flame owl.

In fact, they didn't meet very often, only four times a year, and each time was no more than an hour, so there wasn't much to talk about. In order to chat more with this new owl, Rinko even came to Muzan more frequently.

Every time Purgatory saw him, he would start with the same words: eat more, wear more clothes, don't always go out to play at night, and don't always go barefoot.

"I don't get sick. I'm in good health. I just don't eat too much."

Rinkou defended himself, while Makijuro was at the foot of the tree, looking at the boy sitting high up on a branch. All he could think about was how he would fall and how he would catch him.

"You're so thin because you don't eat enough! Boy! You need to eat more! And you look terrible. You should get more sun and go out for a walk when the sun is bright, instead of running out at night without shoes!"

Makijuro put his hands on his hips, keeping them deliberately free, ready to receive someone at any time. Rinko swung his legs in the air, feeling that this was terrible advice.

Is there any worse advice than telling a ghost to eat more and to get more sun?

"But I need to sleep during the day. I eat very little, so I always sleep a lot, and I sleep for the whole day..."

"Then your body is really weak! You can't live without sunshine! If you don't get sunshine and eat more, you won't grow taller!"

It was unknown which word touched a nerve in the boy, but anyway, Rinkou jumped down from the tree and came straight towards him.

"Hey, hoo! I caught you! Rinkou hasn't grown any taller, nor has he gained any weight!"

Makijuro felt the weight in his hands, picked it up casually and weighed it. He was sure that he used very little strength, but even so, the boy flew up from his hands and fell down again in an instant, so light that it was unbelievable.

He hadn't gained any weight, nor had he grown any taller. He had pale cheeks and a cold body, and he always appeared at night. Due to his job duties, it was difficult for Makijuro not to make dangerous associations.

"The sun is no good... I have to go to bed as soon as it comes up, and my father said I am too weak to stay in the sun."

This sounds even more suspicious.

Makijuro had never seen such a small ghost, such a weak ghost, or such a rational and human-like ghost. If he made a wrong judgment, it might be a major blow to the child, and if he missed a ghost, it might pose a danger to others.

Perhaps the child doesn't even know he's become a ghost? Do his parents know? Or is he simply in poor health?

Too many questions flashed through Makijuro's mind. Suspicion about a child was not in line with his style, but there were indeed many suspicious points about Rinko, and he couldn't help but think more about it.

"That does sound bad!"

Maybe he should do a small experiment, without endangering anyone, to find out whether Lin Guang is just a special human or a deeply hidden ghost.

Rinkou, who fell from Makijuro's arms, didn't know that the man who put him on the ground had already thought of a plan that would be extremely painful for other ghosts.

"It's bad, but it's okay. I'm used to it..."

Rinko replied nonchalantly, tugging at his wrinkled shirt. Muzan had changed his clothes for him, which were still a bit too big, but they were no longer Muzan's size. They were Rinko's own, just slightly bigger than he should have been. When Muzan picked him up after he put them on, Rinko was sure that they had deliberately chosen the large size just to make it easier to lift him.

"Well, will you come with me to take a look around tomorrow, boy?"

The sudden approach of the face did not frighten Lin Guang at all. He looked at the wide eyes and blinked.

"Okay, I don't have anything else to do anyway. As long as I can get back before dawn, that's fine."

In fact, it doesn’t matter if I can’t get back before dawn, but since I said my father is here, I can’t stay out all night.

"Then it's a deal! I'll be waiting for you here after sunset tomorrow! When you wake up, come find me here, okay!"

Rinkou was not sure what Makijuro was going to do, but when he looked into those eyes, he could not sense any malice. When facing him, Makijuro did not have the murderous intent that a ghost hunter who realized that he was a ghost would have, nor did he have the sense of oppression that came from an adult. Although the other party had entered adulthood in the past few years and had grown taller and stronger, Rinkou still did not feel that he disliked him from the other party.

This was good, it was rare to find adults like this. Muzan was right, it was like he had a new friend, a new friend who made him happy.

"Okay."

He readily agreed.