Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

The shocking statement made Douma fall into thought for a moment, and the brief pause in his body allowed Rinko to save his ribs.

The bones that had been creaking for a long time finally had a chance to breathe at this moment.

"Douma-sama, you're about to break my bones."

"Ah, I'm so sorry. I didn't expect Rinkou's bones to not grow at all—or they're breaking so easily. But this is like Rinkou, it feels like he'll be easily killed."

He said sorry with his mouth and had a smile on his face that would never fade, but his narrowed eyes could not hide the malice overflowing from within.

This doesn't sound like an apology, and in fact, it has nothing to do with it.

"So can you please let me go?"

Facing the head that was sticking close to him, Lin Guang just spoke with an expressionless face.

"Eh? Why? Rinkou-chan is the only one who won't get close to me—"

The cold soft flesh pressed against each other, and the feigned intimacy lacked the necessary gentleness when the other party was completely unwilling to cooperate.

"I have a feeling that Rinkou doesn't really like Douma-sama."

Daki whispered in Jifutaro's ear, and Jifutaro looked over and found it hard not to agree with this point of view.

One party is completely forcing the other party, and I don't know whether it is because they have no interest or no ability and do not resist at all. If you change the background, it is a scene that often happens in Yuguo. However, in the case of Rinkou, it seems a little too young...

But isn't he actually quite big?

"But Douma-sama does seem to like Rinko very much."

Daki leaned on his shoulder and rested her head on it.

Jifutaro narrowed his eyes. To say he liked her wasn't accurate, but it wasn't wrong either. But rather than saying he liked Rinko, it was better to say he liked this toy called 'Rinko'...

Usually the toys are women, but now it is Rinko. Women will eventually become prey and then food, but Rinko will only be prey.

"So do you like it?"

"Huh? What kind of question is that? Of course I like you. Little Rinko has beautiful eyes, is pretty, and is very obedient. Of course I like you."

Jifu Taro didn't even turn his head. Could he imagine the expression on the other person's face just by the sound in his ear? The initial disgust, the confusion in the brief pause, and then the corners of his lips that couldn't help but rise. The most beautiful smile would appear on that most beautiful face.

"It really attracts ghosts."

Jifutaro's answer made Daki sigh in confusion, but he didn't explain any further. He just reached out and rubbed the head of his somewhat stupid sister.

How could the meat hanging right in front of you not attract evil spirits?

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"Even though I'm already an Upper Rank Two, you've always preferred Akaza to me. Why? Rinko-chan likes stronger demons, doesn't she? But you can be friends with humans, but you won't be friends with me—"

There was no answer to the question asked by the exit. Rinko just turned her gaze from the front to him as he was staring at her. The two pairs of eyes met. Rinko could see the undisguised malice in Douma's eyes, but Douma could only see his own reflection in those calm eyes.

It's like a pool of water, without any ripples, as flat as a mirror.

Looking out, you can see the deepest bottom through the full pool of water, but when you actually step into it, you realize that the visible bottom is so deep that it is difficult to reach, and in such deep water, you are the only one.

"How could you think that? Mr. Douma is also my friend. Always has been."

"Really? That's really delightful."

"But if you keep tightening like this, our friendship will be challenged."

Before Douma could tighten his grip on his arm, Rinkou finally raised his arm in front of him, pushing the arm slightly further away.

If Douma applies more force, he can certainly do what he wants. Rinko is very weak and her bones are very fragile. As long as he wants, Rinko can really turn into a rag doll in the next second and be manipulated by him.

But that would be a bit too boring.

"Okay, okay, Rinko-chan really needs to eat more. It's not good to not see any progress like this."

"There is some progress."

Having gained the long-lost freedom, Rinkou moved his body to give the dislocated bones a chance to return to the correct position. This time, it was not only Douma who looked up curiously, but also the brother and sister who were chirping softly on the side.

“I can’t tell at all.”

Douma folded one hand over his chest and touched his chin with the other, his eyes scanning Rinkou up and down, making a conclusion without hesitation.

"Would you like to try? If you lose, show me the jar you hid."

Rinkou reached out and hooked his finger at Douma. It was a standard challenge, and no one knew where he'd learned it from.

The fan was unfolded and half-hidden in front of him, and Douma became interested.

"OK--"

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"Is this true? A ghost can actually hide itself to this extent? I can't feel it at all. Hey, did he really not sneak away?"

It was Daki who complained out loud. Jifutaro reached out to support Daki, who was a little unsteady in her sitting position because of looking around, and expressed the same feeling in his heart.

"No, he should still be around here. After all, little Lin Guang has always been very particular about rules. He will never do anything that violates the rules of the game."

The fan was pressed against his lips, and Douma narrowed his eyes slightly.

I knew before that Lin Guang was good at hiding, but before, I could at least slightly sense the presence of another creature within a certain range, but now, it was as if it had completely evaporated into thin air.

"You two should use this place as the center and search the surrounding areas, starting from the nearest and moving outwards. If Xiao Linguang wants to win, he will definitely come looking for us."

"What about Mr. Douma?"

The fan waved gently, and snow fell silently in the late autumn night.

"Of course I went back to the house and waited for the mouse to take the bait."

As the words fell, Douma himself disappeared from Daki's sight.

"Ah—so why on earth do we have to play cat and mouse with them, when we should just watch from the beginning?"

That being said, but if she goes back to just now, facing Rinko's smiling face and outstretched hand, Daki felt that she still couldn't refuse the boy's invitation to join the game.

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There was no set time limit for the game, but Douma guessed that the boy would definitely not spend the entire night here.

If Lin Guang wants to win, he will definitely come back here and kick over the vase. As long as he blocks the path to the room, he will definitely be able to catch the little mouse.

He had placed little ice men at every entrance and exit of the house, so if Lin Guang showed up, he would be caught...

Time passed by minute by minute, without any movement, and the tense nerves slipped away with the passage of time.

"It's against the rules to do that."

It was the boy's childish voice.

It didn't come from above, but from behind. Before his head turned, the ice spike flew out the moment he caught the sound.

The icicles pierced the floor, but there was no sweet smell of blood, nor the sound that would be made by piercing flesh.

empty?

how come.

I turned around and saw that the bright room was plunged into darkness the next time I opened my eyes.

Ghosts have far better eyesight than humans, so it is impossible for them to fall into complete darkness just because the lights are turned off.

"Boom."

It was the sound of a vase being kicked away, and judging by the sound, it was coming towards him.

The vase was pierced by an ice spike and shattered, but the light returned when he opened his eyes next time. Before the broken pieces fell to the ground, Douma saw the boy's legs still suspended in mid-air. It seemed that he learned this move from Lord Akaza, and even the vase was flying towards his head.

"How can you say that? Isn't the purpose of the game to win? How can taking advantage of one's own strengths be called a foul?"

"You are just like Lei, you don't follow the rules and you don't make sense."

Rinkou didn't say anything about their violation, but Douma could already sense the boy's dissatisfaction with his violation from his behavior.

"Did Lin Guang just want to smash my head in?"

"No, I just kicked it accidentally."

Douma looked at the swinging foot and the head that was deliberately turned to the side, and felt that every word in this sentence was not trustworthy.

"Did Douma-sama win?"

Behind the prostitute Taro who fell in from the open window was Daki. Daki stuck her head out and saw broken vases on the ground, icicles all over the wall, and Rinkou standing aside. She didn't react for a moment to what had happened in this room.

"I won—"

Lin Guang raised his hand and waved.

"Is this true? Did Rinko win even though Douma-sama was watching?"

"It seems that little Rinko has secretly learned some incredible skills without our knowledge."

The boy was picked up, still without resistance, but also without cooperation.

"As promised, show me the jar you hid earlier."

"Then little Lin Guang has to go back with me to see—"

This is an easy choice. Daki and Jifutaro are in Yukuoku. He has already found where they are and can just come find them later. However, Douma has few chances to compromise and admit defeat.

Although he felt sorry for not having the time to stay here, his curiosity about the unknown made Lin Guang make the final choice.

"it is good."