Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

After deciding on his own that Rinkou was not a ghost, Makijuro looked much better and became the enthusiastic owl again. In order to express his apology, the other party decided to take him to some other places for a walk.

The good news is that Makijuro took Rinkou to some areas he hadn't been to before.

The bad news is that the other party brought him here for dinner.

"Can Rinkou read?"

When the menu was handed to the table, Makijuro looked at him, and after receiving an affirmative nod, the menu fell into Rinkou's hands.

It's true that she can recognize words...but when it comes to human food, Rinko can only read the words but doesn't know what they are...

He looked at the words on the menu, trying hard to understand each dish, and finally decisively moved from the main meals to the dessert area, picked a few desserts he had seen when he was touring Kuro, and handed the task of ordering the dishes along with the menu to Makijuro.

"Just eating this won't do! And what Rinko ordered was just dessert! Now is the time for growth, Rinko needs to eat more food and meat to grow taller!"

The educated Rin Guang supported his chin with one hand and took the teacup off the table with the other hand. The empty teacup tilted on the table. He pressed the corner of the cup with his fingers, and the cup spun around as he fiddled with it.

"knew."

The drawn-out answer represented a perfunctory expression of disapproval, but Makijuro was not angry. Instead, he carefully read the menu and then skillfully began to order.

Rinkou went from being bored at first, to looking up when the sixth name was called, to widening his eyes when the tenth word was read out, and finally sitting up straight when Makijuro said, "Please make two copies of these."

Is this true? Isn’t this more edible than Douma?

Can humans eat more than ghosts?

Which of them is the ghost?

Makijuro noticed Rinkou's wide eyes, but he still responded to the shock with a smile.

"Don't worry! There's a share for you too! Rinkou."

No, no, no, that's not what he's worried about.

Considering that the person who brought him here, was responsible for taking orders, and would probably be responsible for paying the bill in the end would be Rengoku himself, Lingguang didn't say a word, but just stood up from his chair and prepared to pour water into the two teacups.

"I can handle this kind of thing! Just wait for a while, Rinko! This shop is very fast and the food is delicious!"

The half-extended hand was then slowly retracted. Lingguang held the still steaming teacup, his legs dangling in the air, his head turning around and looking around.

"Do you come here often?"

"Yeah! It was already very late when I came here before, and this was the only store still open on the whole street. It was a huge help back then!"

"Ah, it's you, kind-hearted boy. I was wondering why someone suddenly ordered so much at this late hour."

A rough male voice appeared before the person appeared. Lin Guang turned his head, and the door curtain was lifted. A bearded man walked out and went straight to their table.

"Yes! Sorry to bother you so late!"

The man wiped his hands with the towel hanging at his waist, then waved casually at Makijuro.

"I'm really grateful that you can come and support us. You always order a lot every time you come."

"Yes! Because the boss's cooking is delicious! So this time I specially brought a friend with me. This is Rinko, Rinko, this is the boss here!"

The loud voice attracted all the boss's attention. It was not until Makijuro took the initiative to introduce that he noticed a little boy sitting on the other side of the table.

"Hello. My name is Rinkou."

Noticing the shift in gaze, Rinkou smiled and took the initiative to introduce himself.

"Rinko, since you're Makijuro's friend, you must be a good kid! You look so small, how old are you? Learn more from Makijuro and eat more! Speaking of which, is it okay for such a young child to come out so late at night, Makijuro?"

This was only the second time that Rinko had encountered such a familiar human. A ghost's sense of smell was better than that of a human. Even if a palm that had been wiped repeatedly fell on the shoulder, Rinko could still smell the blood of meat.

"No problem, I told my family. I'm here to play with friends tonight and will be back late."

Lin Guang answered the question calmly with a smile on his face, but his mind was wandering.

If human flesh is mixed with animal flesh and cooked, wouldn't humans actually be able to tell the difference? After all, it's all blood with the same flavor, so the meat shouldn't be that different.

"Wow, even though it's small, it has a very smart brain!"

Is this a compliment? Lin Guang took a sip of the hot tea in his hand. He didn't know whether the tea was bitter or sweet. He felt it when the hot water ran across his throat. The warmth, which was inconsistent with body temperature, rolled down his throat and into his stomach, like swallowing a piece of iron.

The man said hello and went back to help in the kitchen, while Rinko, who was sitting in the chair, spoke a beat later.

"So hot."

The sound was soft, but it was noticeable enough for Makijuro to catch, and the man let out a hearty laugh.

"Although Rinkou is very smart, he lacks common sense!"

"Because I rarely go out to play, and rarely eat with others..."

Lin Guang pushed the cup aside and spit out his scalded tongue.

"That's such an honor!"

During the conversation, food was brought to the table one by one. The table, which seemed quite large in Lingguang's eyes, seemed a little crowded at this time. Plates were placed next to each other, and plates were piled in between. If it wasn't a little late, this scene would definitely attract a lot of people's attention.

"These. Can you finish them all?"

Rinko was already shocked when she heard Makijuro order the dishes just now, but when she really saw the two bowls and plates piled together, Rinko sat up straight, leaning back in her chair.

"completely fine!"

Having said this, Makijuro put his hands together, said "I'm starting" with great energy, and really started eating with the bowl in his hand.

Makijuro ate very quickly. Not only did he eat very quickly, he also ate a lot. The pile of dishes was visibly decreasing as he showed no signs of slowing down.

"It's delicious! Rinko, don't just look at it, eat it with us!"

That being said...

Lin Guang reached out and grasped the chopsticks, using them with great difficulty. After trying but failing to pick up anything, he decisively held the chopsticks in his hand, accurately stabbed the pastry on the side, and moved it to the small plate in front of him.

He sniffed with his nose, and it was very fragrant. The sweet taste was more attractive to the child than the main dishes made of certain meats on the table. The soft pastry was put into his mouth and melted in his mouth almost immediately. Lin Guang could feel something melting in his mouth, covering his mouth. Every time he chewed, his teeth would touch some foreign objects, but there was no taste.

No matter what you put in your mouth is sweet and soft pastry or bitter and crisp fruit, you can't tell the difference after it enters your mouth.

Tasteless. That's how the word is interpreted.

But at least the texture when you bite it is different. The pastry that melts in the mouth is swallowed, and the touch of sliding down the throat is also very gentle and silky. The tongue licks away the residual frosting between the teeth and is sent in along with the tea used to rinse the mouth.

"How about it!"

Makijuro looked at him, his mouth stuffed like a hamster, yet he could still pronounce every syllable clearly.

"It smells delicious and tastes...soft and spongy. It must be delicious."

"Should I? Did I eat it too fast and not taste it?"

Their eyes met, Lingguang shook his head, pointed to his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

"I can't taste it."

The syllables were blurred by the protruding tongue, but the meaning was still comprehensible.

"That's terrible! Is it because of illness?"

"Maybe. I don't know. I think I lost the flavor a long time ago."

Rinkou watched Makijuro look directly at him as his hands quickly filled a plate and placed it in front of him, and blinked slowly.

"But I can still smell the food. These dishes smell and look beautiful. I think they must be very delicious."

The hand that was using the chopsticks incorrectly was held by the other hand. Rinko looked up and saw Makijuro holding his hand, carefully adjusting the way he held the chopsticks, with his broad hand folded on the back of his hand. Under the other's control and guidance, he was able to successfully pick up another piece of pastry and put it on his plate.

"Isn't this much more convenient?"

"Ah."

Rinko smiled at Makijuro, then lowered his head and slowly stuffed small bites of the delicious food into his mouth.

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"I said I was treating you to a meal as an apology, but Rinkou actually barely ate anything!"

Makijuro put his hands on his hips and looked at the boy who had been leaning back in his chair, rubbing his stomach and waiting for him to finish eating because he was full. The boy slowly followed him out, and there was a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"I've always... never eaten much... but Makijuro eats so much, isn't that a problem?"

There was no expression on Rinko's face and his tone was a little heavy. It was the first time that Makijuro saw a boy like this. Was it because it was too late and he had eaten?

"Not at all! But you! Should I send you back to rest? You don't look well!"

"Yeah...it's okay. It's fine."

Lin Guang shook his head slightly and reached out to press his slightly bulging stomach. He didn't want to go back yet.

Makijuro also followed him. It was not his patrol tonight, so he walked slowly towards that direction with the boy. He could also help his teammates to see if there was any problem.

The boy might feel better if he walked, and it would be warmer tonight than before.

"Makijuro, what do those things taste like?"

As they walked slowly, Rinkou asked him questions. Makijuro didn't know which one he was asking about specifically, but thinking that the boy probably couldn't taste any of them, he simply told him one by one, saying whatever came to mind.

Under the moonlight, a breeze blew, and the shadows were stretched out very long. The man's voice was not as loud as usual, but a little gentler. The boy hummed after each sentence as a response that he was listening.

But the harmonious atmosphere did not last long.

The power in the palm came from nothing.

Rinkou had no strength, and the hand that was holding Makijuro's hand always looked like it was about to fall off at any time. He relied on Makijuro to hold it tightly to prevent it from slipping away, but the hand held his tightly in an instant, making him realize that something was wrong. But the next second, the hand suddenly exerted force and pulled out of his hand. The boy stumbled to the side, knelt on the side of the road, hugged himself and vomited awkwardly.

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None of this is unfamiliar.

Lin Guang had anticipated this as he put the food into his mouth. Muzan had said that ghosts couldn't eat human food. Even though his sense of smell and taste were different from other ghosts, he was still a ghost, and his stomach wouldn't accept anything other than human flesh and blood.

So he will definitely spit it out.

It's just a matter of time.

The lurching in my stomach as I walked out the door was a sign of things to come.

Even though he forced himself all the way, he ended up losing face and being rude in front of Purgatory.

This doesn't feel good.

Pain only lasted a moment for him. Whether it was a cut wound or a broken limb, it would heal as before before the next blink of an eye. As long as it healed, he could put the pain aside. But vomiting was not like that. It was not strong enough to make him afraid, but it was long enough to be difficult to put behind him.

The pain in the stomach went from mild to intense, and at a certain moment it reached its limit, as if an invisible hand grabbed the stomach and squeezed it tightly. The whole stomach deformed in an instant, and everything stuffed inside was squeezed out.

The undigested food occupied his throat, blocking his breathing passage. He felt suffocated and his arms, which were holding onto the wall, trembled physiologically for a moment.

You can clearly smell the flavor, so it is edible and can be put into your mouth and stomach, which should be able to relieve hunger.

But why, why can't he eat it? If he can't eat it, why can he smell it? Why can't he have any problems eating it? Why must he stuff it into his stomach before he is told that it can't be put in.

It was like a grand prank. After setting one exquisite trap after another, when he thought he had passed the level and took a step forward, he fell into a pit of unknown depth and was ruthlessly told that it was just an illusion.

Everything now is like that prank that didn't exist. When he thought everything was fine, it clearly reminded him that he was wrong.

It's terrible.

He hated feeling this way.

The body that didn't care about being cut in half was almost out of control at this moment because of the feeling of suffocation.

Before his head hit anything, a force came from the back of his neck, and with a light pull, Rinkou was pulled up.

"I'll take you to see a doctor!"

He fell into a hot embrace, and all he saw was the ends of his hair flying up when he ran quickly, like a burning flame.

It really is a kind-hearted Flame Owl.