Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

It is actually very difficult to make friends with humans. Not all humans will be kind to a child of unknown origin.

Rinko had met some very good people, such as Makijuro, Kotoha, and the Butterfly family, but that was a relatively rare situation. Most of the time, the people he met weren't really good people.

Some people would want to take him somewhere else, some would want to sell him to another family, and some would simply want to strangle him or do something rude to him for no special reason.

When facing this kind of person for the first time, Lin Guang also tried to communicate, hoping to reject him tactfully through words, but it turned out that the power of words had no effect at this time.

In this situation, he would use other methods, such as using the same trick he used against Kong Xi on the other party.

It was quite effective, instantly stopping the other person's rude behavior, and their head flew high and rolled far away. But he was also covered in blood, looking extremely embarrassed.

After several failed attempts, Lingguang learned his lesson. When he met such a person again, he would simply pick up the pot in his hand and hit the other person's head. Although the scene would be a bit embarrassing, at least this time only the pot would be dirty.

As for the corpse lying on the ground, in line with the principle of not wasting food, Yuhu will be informed in advance, and the other party will sign for this gift from Lingguang - a midnight snack.

Although Yuhu has little interest in such adult men, every time he receives the news, a pot will immediately appear beside Lin Guang to sign for dinner.

At that time, Lin Guang looked at the man in front of him. Just by seeing the other's eyes, he knew that there was a ghost and he was going to have another meal tonight.

Ten minutes later, Yu Hu poked its head out from the mouth of the pot. Lin Guang hadn't seen the other party in person for some time, but he was not surprised at this time. He just sat on the ground against the wall, supporting his head with his hands.

"It's really hard to make friends with humans..."

This didn't sound like something a typical ghost would do. Yu Hu muttered to herself, then turned to look at the man, who was scurrying around the alley like a blind rat, constantly bumping into walls, and asked lightly and tentatively.

"Not eating a single bite?"

"Not hungry yet."

Lin Guang's answer was as straightforward and concise as ever, so Yuhu put the man into the pot without any hesitation. Even if it didn't look very delicious, it would still be good to use it in making something. However, in Lin Guang's eyes, such behavior was a bit of a waste of food, so Yuhu decided not to tell him about it for the time being.

"Is it my imagination or..."

The boy's voice seemed a little hesitant. Yuhu weighed the pot in his hand, turned his head half a circle and looked at the boy on the ground. He didn't know when his eyes had been retracted from a distance, and now they were fixed on him, slightly narrowed.

Yuhu instinctively felt that this expression didn't seem to mean anything good, but he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"then what?"

"You really do smell like fish."

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?

Rinko's expression definitely wasn't one of disdain, but it definitely wasn't one of love either. Yuhu had once taunted Akaza harshly after Rinko described him as smelling like winter, but he never imagined that the strong wind from the north would finally, many years later, reach him.

"What?! What did you say!?"

Yuhu asked back in almost disbelief.

Lin Guang looked at the bulging veins on Yu Hu's forehead and the tongue sticking out when he spoke, and clearly realized that this sentence was not appropriate, so Lin Guang closed his mouth, slowly but firmly moved his gaze away, and played with the small pot pendant in his hand as if nothing had happened.

"What am I asking you to say? Don't pretend you didn't hear me at a time like this! Answer my question! Rinko! Explain it to me clearly!"

The pot disappeared from the distance and appeared beside him. The body that emerged from there was very close to him, and the head instantly occupied his field of vision. Lin Guang seemed to reluctantly regain his spirits and cleared his throat slightly.

"It's just... I smell a wet, sticky smell on you... a little stronger than the smell of a fish out of water."

Lin Guang clearly captured every subtle change on that face. With every clear word he uttered, the anger on that face became gradually clearer. He was completely angry. Although Lin Guang didn't quite understand why, he was indeed angry.

“…It’s not that obvious…”

Lin Guang added softly, and after a brief pause, he added another sentence.

“It doesn’t smell bad…”

But this kind of "comfort" did not have any effect. Yu Hu continued to curse for a long time before angrily shrinking back into the pot. Before leaving, he even said that he had a head but was actually just a tasteless brat.

Hmm... well, how should I put it? Considering he did once wear a wisteria scented sachet, which smelled extremely unpleasant to ghosts... it seems that this statement is correct.

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The days of wandering are actually very interesting. After getting used to being in charge of everything, Rinkou suddenly understood why Akaza liked to travel around as a ghost himself. Although he had no interest in challenging the Demon Slayer Corps and powerful people, he was very interested in meeting more people and witnessing more things.

The more places he travels, the more people he meets, and of course there are more bad people, but the more people he meets, the more good people there will always be worth knowing.

For example, a girl with beautiful eyes and a rare voice who trains in the mountains.

There was bound to be surprise when they met for the first time, but perhaps because they were of similar age, or because the other party was friendly enough, they quickly became friends, and Lin Guang also learned the other party's name.

Zhengu. A very nice name.

According to Makomo herself, she was training to become a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps in the mountains. Rinko had never heard of this part and was full of curiosity about the process, so she stayed briefly on this high mountain where there was almost no sunlight, and often accompanied Makomo on the mountain to train using chase games.

"Although Rinkou is a bit petite, she's surprisingly strong and has excellent physical fitness."

This is how Zhengu evaluated him.

Rinkou often received such comments and was not surprised by it, but Shinkomo did not look away. Instead, he stared at him for a long time.

"Is Rinko going to join the Demon Slayer Corps?"

"?"

Is she serious? Lin Guang asked himself, and silently asked the other person with a confused face.

"It's just a suggestion. Rinko seems like a good fit, and it can help more people, isn't that great?"

Shinkomo smiled at him, seemingly without any ill intentions, nor as if she was going to force him, but such an idea still surprised Rinkou.

"Mr. Urokodaki is a very good person. Even if you don't become his disciple, he would be happy to take you in. Rinkou has been running around alone all the time, right? How about at least coming with me to meet Mr. Urokodaki before deciding whether to refuse."

Rinkou was still thinking, but Shinkomo had already reached out his hand to him.

They are friends, and this is an invitation. A reserve member of the Demon Slayer Corps is inviting a demon to meet her mentor. Rinko can already imagine what kind of expression Yuhu will have when she hears these words.

"Then. Let's go and take a look."

Anyway, the pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps couldn't tell he was a demon. Even if he was unlucky enough to be discovered, Rinkou was sure he had the ability to escape. If that didn't work, he could just call in the demons for help...

Zhenkomo took his hand and ran down the mountain, rushing towards the wooden house that Lin Guang had seen but not visited. He saw the figure of a man from a long distance. It was a man wearing a mask. Zhenkomo called the man, and the other turned and looked at them.

Makomo was right, the legendary Mr. Urokodaki was indeed very gentle, but that was directed at Makomo, not him.

From stillness to movement, just like a breeze blew by. Zhengu was taken away from his hand and protected behind his back. The other hand held the scabbard, and the thumb was against the hilt, ready to free his hand to draw the sword at any time. Lin Guang had seen such a posture before, but the last time he saw it, he was the child being protected behind his back. It was rare that he would be the one facing the blade.

The atmosphere froze briefly, and Rinkou wondered where he'd gone wrong, where he'd failed to hide properly. But Shinkomo hadn't noticed. It couldn't be his appearance, could it be his aura? But he wouldn't be noticed in front of Akaza either, so that couldn't be right either. What could it be?

Come to think of it, if you found out it was a ghost, you should have drawn your sword immediately.

"Mr. Urokodaki! He's not a bad guy! His name is Rinkou, and he's a kid I met in the mountains. I saw he had no place to live and no family to accompany him, so I wanted to bring him to see you."

Shinkomo broke the deadlock, but Urokodaki's posture did not relax. Through the mask, Rinkou didn't know what expression was on the other's face, but he just tilted his head in confusion.

"You smell like a ghost. It's very faint, very thin, but it does smell like a ghost. Have you encountered any ghosts before?"

Lin Guang's confusion was finally resolved, his head straightened and he nodded slightly.

"I used to live somewhere else, but the town there was haunted by ghosts, so I left."

After hearing his explanation, Urokodaki finally relaxed a little, his hand resting on the scabbard. Shinkomo stretched out his hand towards him, and Rinkou walked towards Shinkomo without hesitation. Urokodaki looked at their clasped hands and finally let go of his hand.

"Anyway, come in and sit down first."

Urokodaki walked ahead and opened the door.

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【tips：

I checked and found out that Sane and Makoto were not from the same class. No one died in Sane's class except him. Giyu and Murata were both from that class.

As for Zhenkomo, I just guessed. They were in the same class and had met each other before, but Zhenkomo was also adopted when she was a child. Because when Zhenkomo and Santu were chatting, I felt that Zhenkomo was more like a junior, so I put her at the back.

After this generation, it should be Tanjiro's generation. I'm almost writing the main storyline (lighting a cigarette). It's really not easy.]