Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Urokodaki is not the strongest ghost hunter Rinkou has ever met, but he is one of the most perceptive.

This was the first time he had met a ghost hunter who could at least sense the ghostly aura on him the moment they met.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Lin Guang smelled a familiar scent.

"Ok?"

Lin Guang sniffed the incense burning in the room, and only after sitting down did he finally remember it was the scent of wisteria. The familiar smell awakened long-lost memories in his mind. He also had a wisteria sachet, but the ghosts around him were annoying, so he had kept it away for a while. But because Yu Hu also hated it, he fought with it for a long time, and after wrapping it up layer by layer, he was finally allowed to temporarily store it in the pot.

"It's incense made from wisteria flowers. Don't you like it?"

"No, it smells good, I like it very much. I've smelled this scent before, but I just forgot about it. It was given to me by a member of the Demon Slayer Corps. He said it was dangerous for me to go out alone at night, so he specifically asked me to carry it with me."

Upon hearing this, Urokodaki cast his gaze over again and glanced up and down.

"You not only know about ghosts, but you also know about the Demon Slayer Corps, right?"

The three of them sat on either side, with Makomo sitting beside Urokodaki and Rinkou sitting across from them. Their face-to-face posture was very similar to when Muzan or Kokushibo were preparing to test him.

In fact, Urokodaki is also testing him now, but if he fails, he will probably not be hit on the head by the hand knife, but will be chased and chopped off by the Nichirin Sword.

"Yeah, I know. I've encountered this before."

Rinkou sat upright, looking like an ordinary child. His clothes were a bit stained and ill-fitting, but the fabric and pattern showed they were not cheap. Given his good upbringing, Urokodaki suspected he must have come from a fairly wealthy family, perhaps an only child or the youngest.

"Where did you originally live?"

This question stumped Lin Guang.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head and tried seriously to recall, but just because he could find the house along the road, or locate Muzan's position by feeling, it didn't mean he really remembered where he lived. The only place name he knew was Yukaku, and that was because Douma always mentioned it.

But all this looked a little different to Urokita. When he asked about the boy's home location, the child who had always been well-behaved and polite suddenly fell silent, lowered his head and eyes, frowned slightly, and even the palms of his hands on his knees were unconsciously pinching his bones.

The boy said before that he ran all the way here because he encountered a ghost... In other words, it is possible that the ghost's breath was picked up at that time, but if that was the case, it is impossible that it has not dissipated completely until now.

If he wasn't chasing him all the time, then maybe the boy had some kind of vampire magic on him... maybe it was to leave a mark so that it would be easier to find him later.

As for the vampire spell... it should be able to be removed by sun exposure. This child has never been exposed to too much sun...

Urokodaki thought as he looked at Rinkou's pale complexion and thin figure. Hmm. He probably doesn't get much sun.

"Maybe you have some blood vampire magic left on you that's why you smell like a ghost. You should be fine after some sun tomorrow."

As Urokodaki spoke, he poured hot tea for Rinkou. The aroma of the boiling water made Rinkou look up slightly. He took the teacup handed to him and tapped the wall of the cup with his fingertips.

"But, my health isn't very good. My father has always told me not to sunbathe since I was a child. I used to faint at dawn, and it's only in the past two years that I've had some relief. But I still can't sunbathe..."

Rinkou explained softly, and Urokodaki looked at him with obvious surprise. The boy lowered his head, gently holding the cup and sipping hot tea in small sips. When he noticed his gaze, he lowered his head even lower.

"Mr. Urokodaki, Rinkou seems to have trouble eating. I gave him some food in the mountains before, but he would throw it up shortly after eating, so he could only eat a little bit. He said that he had been examined by a pharmacist and a doctor, but the conclusion was that he wouldn't live long..."

Makomo's voice softened slightly as he spoke. Urokodaki, hearing this explanation, looked at the boy in front of him with a complicated expression.

"Even though I always say that, at least I'm still alive and well. I just can't eat much and can't get any sun..."

The boy's voice was slightly dissatisfied. As he spoke, he gulped down most of the tea and dropped the empty cup on the table. He was a beat late to realize how hot it was and stuck out his tongue, gasping for air.

"And Rinkou has no common sense."

This time, Zhengu's voice was even quieter.

"It's okay. You can learn these things slowly. If you're willing to stay here, there aren't any ghosts around here, so it's okay if you stay."

Lin Guang, who has been in contact with humans for many years, knows that this is a signal of willingness to make friends, and Lin Guang's eyes light up visibly.

"If you don't mind!"

As for how dangerous it was to be with the Demon Slayer Corps' trainers, it didn't even appear in that little head's thinking area before being thrown into an unknown corner.

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Urokodaki continued to ask Rinkou some trivial questions, and finally decided to train with Shinkomo to exercise his body.

"You said someone from the Demon Slayer Corps gave you a wisteria sachet?"

While helping Rinko tidy up her loose clothes, Urokodaki asked casually.

"Yes, a warm-hearted Mr. Owl with yellow hair."

When Urokodaki heard this, he paused and asked tentatively.

"Is your last name Purgatory?"

"Ah, yes. His last name is Purgatory. He's a man like flame."

Urokodaki chuckled, took a belt from the side, and adjusted the boy's clothes that were too long and rolled them up slightly.

"I don't smell the scent of wisteria on you. Did you lose it by accident?"

Lin Guang tilted his head and obediently raised his arm to let Urokotaki tie his clothes, and let Shinkomo help him roll up his sleeves. When the sleeves were pulled up, the small pot tied to the rope on his wrist was exposed to the air and swayed gently.

"What a delicate little pot! It's rare to see such a pendant, Rinko."

Makomo was fiddling with the small pendant carefully, but Urokodaki suddenly stopped what he was doing.

“It’s not lost. It’s right here.”

Lin Guang lowered his arm and took the small pot off his wrist. With a light touch and shake, a small object wrapped in layers really fell out of the pot. Lin Guang opened the package and found a sachet with embroidered patterns inside, which was obviously from the Wisteria House.

"Here, I like it so much that I've been keeping it very carefully."

Urokodaki and Makomo didn't respond to him, but instead took a step back and looked at him.

"That pot. Where are you from?"

Urokodaki's tone became noticeably lower.