Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Behind the mountain is a river, and behind the river are villages and towns on the plain. Some have bright lights on all night, while others only rely on two street lamps to guide the way at night. You walk through the crowd, the streets, and the well-trodden paths. Then there are mountains again. There are also people living on the mountains, but there are fewer of them. It seems that there are people everywhere, and even ghosts are rarely encountered.

In the prosperous town, there are many delicious foods that you will find delicious just by seeing or smelling them when passing by. There are also softer beds, warmer homes, and better places to hide.

But Lin Guang always felt that the mountain was better.

Perhaps because Kokushibo had set a good example for him, Akaza and Hantengu later also liked to stay near the mountains where there were fewer people. He met the two sisters named Butterfly on the mountain, and also met Mr. Urokodaki and Makomo, whom he would probably never meet again.

He always encounters different beings on various mountains, but they are all worth remembering.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Urokodaki, Rinkou met new friends on a new mountain.

A pair of brothers named Tokito. The older brother has a bad temper, while the younger brother is much gentler. Ichiro is quite displeased with his inability to help during the day, so obvious that even Rinkou can hear that he is complaining about his uselessness.

"Brother, don't say such excessive words!"

Muichiro will defend him in this way, and then one more person will be scolded.

Because the one who brought this "waste" of Rinkou home was none other than Muichiro himself, who was a little late in returning home at night.

Lin Guang did not take those rude words to heart. After the sun set, he walked out the door resolutely under the gazes of the two brothers, who looked at him with either disdain or worry.

The next day, when Yuichiro walked out the door, he was so shocked by the pile of wood that was as big as a mountain that he couldn't say a word.

"Even though I can't bask in the sun, I'm not completely powerless."

The boy's calm voice came from the room.

Yuichiro looked at the pile of wood right in front of him, then looked at Muichiro beside him with his eyes shining, and clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Don't be too happy too soon. It's just a little help, and it's what he should have done."

It turns out that Rinko can do more than just help a little, he can help a lot. But the more he shows his role and advantages, the stronger Ichiro's hostility towards him becomes. Rinko doesn't quite understand it, and just looks at Ichiro who is glaring at him all the time, secretly criticizing humans in his heart.

After all, Lingguang couldn't stay in this place for too long. When he filled the water tank again at night, Ichiro poured a basin of water on him.

"Even if you're staying here, you've already stayed here long enough. The clothes you're wearing are made of fine material. You say you're not in good health, but you did more work than anyone else in one night. You're just making fun of us! Go back to where you belong!"

The river water that had just been pumped back still carried the unique coolness of autumn. The cold water splashed on my body, making my clothes wet and sticky. It was not comfortable at all. The malicious words spoken after making random assumptions about others were not pleasant to hear either.

"I'll tell Wuyilang that it was you who said you had rested enough and wanted to leave. If you show up in front of us again, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

This was the most obvious order to leave that Lin Guang had ever received, the first time, and he thought it might also be the most memorable one. Yu Hu was clamoring in his head to come out and teach this blind brother a lesson, but Lin Guang just nodded slightly.

"Ah."

He wanted to make friends, but he didn't want to force others to be his 'friends'. Besides, they were just two kids, younger than he looked, and not members of the Demon Slayer Corps. It didn't matter if he didn't make friends with them.

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"Are you really going to let them go so easily? Those two kids look like they have some good meat and are quite polite. If you're not hungry, I don't mind taking them."

The sound of the jade pot came out from the mouth of the pot, and it was extremely clear in the silent forest. The boy ran in the forest, deliberately stepping on the fallen leaves. The crackling sound and the subtle touch under his feet made him feel interesting.

"I'm not hungry yet."

He jumped high and landed in a pile of dead leaves, making a rustling sound.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Yes. But I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat, and I don't want to watch you eat. And Muichiro likes me very much, and it would be very troubled for him if I ate his brother."

Lingguang rolled twice in the pile of leaves before slowly standing up, brushing off the debris on his body and pretending that nothing had happened. Yuhu looked at the fallen leaves stuck in the other person's short hair through the perspective of the pot, and was not prepared to remind him.

----

There are always some gains in the mountains. Lingguang met a new friend, but it would be better to say that the other party found him on his own rather than saying that he met him.

But it wouldn't be wrong to say that I was picked up by the other party.

The story began a few hours ago. Because he had been delayed for too long on the road before, by the time he set foot on this mountain, it was already covered with a thick layer of white snow, and there were footprints everywhere under his feet.

Lin Guang walked forward according to his habit, going up the mountain and then down the mountain. The slope was just right, so he simply slid down until he stopped at a small path that was trampled by no one. It turned out that there were people living on such a mountain. He stood by the road and thought, guessing who the owner of the footprints might be based on the footprints on the ground.

The boy appeared at that time. He looked about the same age as him, wearing a green plaid haori and carrying a large bamboo basket on his back. He staggered towards this side, panting heavily while holding on to a tree halfway.

When she looked up, she happened to meet his gaze. Lin Guang noticed the conspicuous scar on the boy's forehead.

Their eyes met, and the boy stood up and ran towards him until he was in front of him. He suddenly grabbed his shoulders and looked him up and down.

"Are you hurt!"

A completely baffling question.

"As you can see, all limbs are intact."

Lin Guang cooperated by raising his hands and spreading them.

"That's weird. I can clearly smell blood. Is it because it's so cold that my nose isn't working properly..."

The boy looked at him from top to bottom.

"Why are you wearing so little? And barefoot? Ugh! Come to think of it, I feel as cold as snow!"

The boy's surprise was too obvious, and Lin Guang frowned slightly in some discomfort, but the other party mistook it for being unable to tolerate the cold.

"Oh my god... You're walking in the mountains like this in such cold weather? My house is right up ahead! Come to my house and rest! At least warm yourself by the fire and have something to eat. You don't look like you're from here, and I don't smell you."

The boy muttered to himself as he took off the bamboo basket on his back and patted Rinko who was still standing there.

"Come! I'll carry you back!"

"No, I think I can do it myself..."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Your feet are about to be frozen! Don't look at me like this! I'm very strong! I'm the eldest son in the family!"

The boy puffed out his chest proudly, but Lin Guang had no idea what he was so proud of.

His refusal was not accepted, and under the other party's overly enthusiastic invitation and education, Lingguang was forced to nestle in the bamboo basket.

"You're lighter than I expected. You need to eat more. Oh, by the way, my name is Tanjiro Kamado, and you."

"Rinko."

Such a passionate person. Lin Guang seemed to have met such a person in his memory, but for a moment he couldn't remember who this enthusiasm belonged to.

"Rinko... I've never heard of your name. Speaking of which, I've never smelled anything like it before."

Tanjiro wiped the tip of his nose with his fingers. Rinko curled up in the bamboo basket, hugging his legs. He no longer tried to recall the past, but instead wondered why Tanjiro was so enthusiastic about stuffing him into the backpack and taking him back.

He doesn't have a mean brother, does he? But he said he's the eldest son... I hope his family won't rush to kick him out.