Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Xiao Lingguang's sleep quality is truly admirable.

Douma was distracted while looking at the boy lying motionless on the ground, and he sighed in his heart.

The blatant distraction made Akaza's attack more rapid. Humility and leniency could not satisfy the other party. Comforting and guiding words only made the man more and more angry. Douma tried everything that Rinkou taught him, but it didn't seem to work at all.

Instead, the occasional responses became louder, although they were not kind.

But Rinko said that Akaza really likes fighting with strong people, and the more powerful the person is and the longer the fight lasts, the more he likes him. Since they have been fighting for so long, does it mean that Akaza actually likes him a little bit?

Douma thought so, looking at the fist that was about to kill him, without even blinking, several crystal princes waved their fans, and countless ice crystals condensed into prisms, which were blown away by the strong wind. Every edge could easily leave scars like a knife blade.

Fights between ghosts are mostly meaningless, after all, they cannot be fatal.

In Douma's eyes, the battle that Akaza launched against him was actually meaningless. Their strength was not so great that he could completely suppress Akaza and tear him to pieces, nor was it so weak that Akaza could really smash his head against his will.

At Akaza's level, let alone being scratched by the ice blade, even if he was pierced through and frozen into an ice sculpture, he would be able to break free quickly. This was a meaningless battle, and Akaza would not win. So Douma didn't quite understand why Akaza became more and more energetic as the fight went on. There was already some light in the sky, and Kotonoha should wake up soon.

Although he didn't think that being a ghost was inherently shameful, Kotonoha was very timid and would be scared by noisy humans, so she might be scared by him too... and Akaza's matter was not easy to explain.

Although Douma didn't mind continuing to play like this with Akaza.

But perhaps it would be better to pause for now and continue in the evening.

"It's certainly fun to play with Akaza-dono, but, Akaza-dono, daybreak is coming—"

Douma said this, and he felt that his hint was clear enough. If it were Rinkou, he would immediately understand that the game should be paused.

But Akaza was not Rinkou, and he answered with a fist that shattered the icicle.

It was obvious that the man not only did not want to pause, but also wanted to continue fighting and was prepared to further destroy this already precarious building.

The fist was raised high after shattering the icicle, and judging by the posture, it was obvious that it was ready to hit the floor directly.

Ah. Although the fight just now was cushioned by the ice and not too obvious, if this fight really continued, Douma had no doubt that this house would definitely need to be repaired.

It was almost dawn, but Douma had no plans to move for the time being.

"Blood Demon Art: Winter Icicle."

This time the icicles came from the floor instead of above. The attack from the bottom up made Akaza stop his attack. He quickly jumped up, swung his fists and swung out of the air to completely shatter the icicles that were chasing him.

"Blood Demon Art: Lotus Flower."

Little Miko waved the fan along with Douma, and in an instant, vine-like ice crystals grew from all directions, blocking the entire room in just a blink of an eye. Akaza, who was still suspended in the air, was like a bird being targeted. When the arrow left the bowstring, the bird's body was pierced by the wing and it was forced to fall.

"Tongmo!"

Although Douma imagined a bird, what was actually captured was more like an angry and injured tiger, but its claws were tied, its body was restrained, and its movements were restricted, so its sharp fangs were useless.

"Don't be so loud, you might wake up Rin-chan... Ah, I did wake you up after all. Rin-chan."

The appearance of this name made Akaza turn his head, and what he saw was a boy who was blinking in confusion, supporting himself on the floor with one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other, as if he had just woken up.

"Am I still dreaming..."

"Although Rinko-chan looks a little sleepy, he's awake now—"

"Then why is Akaza here...?"

Lin Guang sat up from the icy floor and noticed that what he had been holding under his hands while supporting himself on the ground was a familiar short-sleeved shirt, and the owner of this shirt had a not-so-good expression on his face.

However, Akaza's situation did not look good. There was blood all over his body. It should not be just his, but his own blood was certainly there. But that was not the point. The point was those vines, those vines that acted as restraints, digging into the flesh tightly. Those leaf-shaped ice crystals could easily cause trauma again. His hands were tied behind his back, and the vines seemed to have pierced his arms directly through the flesh and drilled out between the bones to provide a strong binding effect.

It was indeed effective, effective enough to tie up Akaza, but it certainly didn't look comfortable.

"Ah, I called him here because I wanted to share..."

Douma originally wanted to take the wine jar, but when he looked, he could only find remnants that had been shattered into pieces by the aftermath at some point, so he gave up the idea. After all, it was just an excuse, and Rinkou would always believe him.

"Then why did you tie him up?"

"Because it's almost dawn, and Lord Akaza refuses to stop. If the fight continues, I'm afraid Kotonoha will come looking for us. And I think little Rinkou probably doesn't want to just bask in the sun like this."

Lin Guang blinked, and when he turned around, he actually saw a sliver of white on the edge of the window.

"Then you can let him go now. Akaza won't continue to fight."

The vines were retracted, and the ice and mist gradually faded away, but the temperature in the house would not rise for a while.

Akaza was eerily quiet, and no one knew what he was thinking. Rinko tilted his head and looked at him, a little unused to his silence, so he tried to stand up. But he didn't know if he was still asleep or was about to fall asleep, as his body was out of control when he stood up, and he wobbled and couldn't stand steadily. He took the first step and staggered straight towards the floor.

His face didn't kiss the floor. A force from the back of his neck grabbed him, and with another force he was pulled up.

"I thought you were going to continue pretending not to see me."

Rinkou, who was easily embraced in his arms, raised his head and looked at Akaza, who had a stern face. The other party still had a very bad expression on his face and refused to speak. Rinkou was not in a hurry, but just handed the short shirt to him. Akaza looked at it, sat down silently, put him on his lap, and put on the short shirt again neatly. The clothes that served as Rinkou's pillow for half a night were also stained with blood, but Akaza was too lazy to care about those trivial matters.

"Hey—you two—are you going to be invisible now?"

Douma was completely unaware of his position in the hearts of these two people. He put away his fan and approached on his own, sitting next to Akaza in a very familiar manner.

"Why did you come here suddenly? Aren't you..." disliking Douma.

The second half of the sentence was not uttered, but Akaza knew what Rinko was talking about. He never had any intention of hiding anything when facing Rinko, and confessed that it was Douma who had been harassing him and saying some nonsense. He thought that Rinko might be there, so he simply came over to take a look.

But he only touched on the subject, not going into the humiliating battle and its final outcome. But Rinkou saw it all himself, too: he didn't win, and Douma kept coaxing him like a child. Just thinking about Akaza brought him back to his rage. His breathing became heavier.

Lin Guang raised his head and looked at him, just listening to his heavy breathing for a long time.

"I'm very happy."

The hand that had grasped his, repeatedly frostbitten from constant contact with the ice during battle, had recovered, but its temperature was still no different from ice. Under these circumstances, he mistakenly felt that Lin Guang's hand was warm.

"What are you happy about?"

The tone was not good. Akaza did not want to vent his anger on Rinkou, but he also could not pretend that what happened just now had not happened.

"I'm happy because you came to see me, Akaza. We're friends."

Lin Guang smiled and shook his head.

"Hey - hey - can't you really see me -"

People who create a bad atmosphere are always so tactless.