Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

"Hello, Mr. Kamado, my name is Rinkou."

Although he was distracted, Lingguang did not lose his politeness. The man's identity was not difficult to guess because of his similar face, the same eye and hair color, and even the scar on his forehead was in the same position.

"you know me."

"Yeah, you and Tanjiro look alike...that's where I came from."

Lin Guang pointed to the house behind him. Tanjuro did not look away, but looked him up and down, his tone still not relaxed.

"what are you doing here."

Rinkou didn't believe that Tanjuro didn't see the sunken snow pile, but he still lowered his head and answered softly.

"As you can see, I hope to dispose of these without being discovered. My health is not good, and I can't eat much normally. But it would be rude to refuse Mrs. Kamado's kindness. I can only sneak out when no one is paying attention. If you allow me, I hope I can sneak back like this. I don't want Mrs. to think that I don't like the soup she makes, and I don't want her to worry about me."

The boy lowered his gaze, his hands nervously clutching the corners of his clothes, a completely obedient and submissive demeanor. His words didn't seem untrue. After all, the boy who called himself Rinko did look frail, both in appearance and in reality, with underdeveloped bones, an empty stomach, and a slightly faster heartbeat, though the amplitude was minimal.

The only difference is that the muscle density is slightly different from that of his children, and it seems to be stronger.

"You've seen Kuizhi."

The condensed atmosphere eased slightly, giving Lin Guang the opportunity to shift his gaze slightly from bottom to top.

In Tanjuro's eyes, Rinkou is a sickly child. This is an objective reality that Rinkou does not need to disguise. He has been demonstrating what malnutrition and the end of his life mean.

But in Rinko's eyes, Tanjuro's body seemed even more fragile than he usually showed. There was only a thin layer of mist on Tanjuro's body, and it seemed that it would be blown away at any time, like a candle in the wind and snow.

Just wait for a gust of cold wind and the lights to go out, taking away the man's last bit of life.

"Yes, Mr. Kamado, I was brought back by Tanjiro."

Rinkou had no idea what these meaningless questions were for, he just lowered his raised gaze silently, putting himself in a weaker and more harmless position, even though Tanjuro did not look oppressive, nor did he look harmful.

"I know. Let's go back. You're wearing so little that you could easily get sick. And if you stay any longer, Tanjiro will notice you're gone."

Although even now, Tanjuro felt that his son should have noticed that the guest was not staying in the room peacefully.

"Ok."

Lin Guang nodded hurriedly and turned to run towards the courtyard. Tanjuro watched the boy's back as he left, waited for a while before walking towards the gate.

----

Just as he had told Rinko, Tanjiro did not reveal Rinko's behavior of leaving without permission, but he noticed that Tanjiro looked at Rinko with a slightly worried and confused look. He guessed that Tanjiro should have realized that the guest had left the room for a short time.

"Father, this is Lingguang. I met him on the way back. He looked like he was almost frozen, so I brought him back. I wanted him to rest at our house and wait until the weather cleared up in a couple of days before leaving."

Tanjiro once again enthusiastically acted as an introducer at the dinner table, introducing the boy whom his father had already met once to his late-coming father.

"It's okay. If you don't mind, it's fine to stay a few more days."

Tanjuro's tone was gentle, a stark contrast to the coldness he had shown when he first met Rinko. As he spoke, he handed the hot soup to Rinko.

While thanking him, Rinkou took the bowl, but his eyes moved calmly from the food on the table to Tanjuro's face.

Tanjuro and Tanjiro look very similar, but Rinkou always feels that the sense of familiarity that Tanjuro gives him does not come from Tanjiro, just like those red eyes remind him of Makijuro who is drowned in memories. He feels that there must be someone else buried in his memory that he couldn't remember for a while.

What is it?

As he thought about it, his eyes slowly moved away, finally landing on the unique pair of earrings.

earring?

Some rare patterns...

Lin Guang was sure that this was the first time he had seen such a pattern, but why did he inexplicably feel that it was somewhat familiar?

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"Rinko. Are you feeling unwell?"

The quiet night was broken by a light greeting, very light and gentle. After the rustling sound of bedding, the boy sat up. Lin Guang could clearly capture the movement in the house, but he did not respond.

This seemed to be an instinct retained in the body, a subconscious reaction. This had never happened before, so Lin Guang had no idea where this instinct came from.

He simply obeyed his body's will, maintaining a stiff posture without moving an inch, enduring the discomfort in his stomach and the inexplicable chill down his spine.

“If you’re uncomfortable, it’s okay to speak up.”

The tiny body emanated immense pain, not just pain, but also fear. Tanjiro couldn't imagine what Rinkou had been through, but the smell he sniffed made him feel sad. What on earth could such a young child have gone through that he wouldn't even dare to speak of the pain.

He crawled out of the bed and moved to Lin Guang's side, gently stroking the bulging quilt, trying to comfort the boy who was curled up motionless in the quilt through the quilt.

"It's okay, it's okay."

As if comforting a younger brother or sister, Tanjiro used a gentle tone to coax Rinkou under his command.

"Want to go for a walk? Even though we can't see the moon, it's bright outside."

The quilt finally responded. Lingguang rustled inside, and after some struggle, he finally poked his head out from under the quilt.

"it is good."

Lin Guang's short hair was completely messed up, sticking up randomly on his head, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and his expression was not relaxed.

He certainly wasn't feeling comfortable because of that dinner. Miss Kuizhi was indeed very enthusiastic, and so were the children, always hoping that he, who looked thinner, could eat more. He always found it difficult to refuse such kindness without any other emotions.

And that's the price.

To be honest, Lin Guang has begun to get used to this feeling. Compared to before when he was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up after eating, he is much better now. He has begun to get used to this feeling. The pain that was unbearable before can now be endured.

The early winter night was silent, and the slight sound of the door closing was the key to breaking the silence.

Lin Guang walked in front, his palm pressed against his troubled stomach, his body silently condemning his abuse of it. Tanjiro quickly caught up and covered him with the coat that didn't belong to him.

"You have to take care of your body, Rinkou."

The boy's voice was not loud, but his tone was not light. Not only the outer clothes, but also the long cloth were covered on his head, wrapping his head several times. Only when it was tightly wrapped did Tanjiro let go.

Lin Guang's brain doesn't work very well. He always forgets a lot of things and can't remember a lot of things. For example, he can't remember where he has seen that pair of earrings, nor can he remember why he is wary of adults. He doesn't understand why his whole body tensed up the moment Tanjiro called him.

Similarly, he didn't understand why, after he vomited up all his energy and Tanjiro ran up to him and asked him what was wrong, he felt the chill in his back was inexplicably dispelled.

He didn't know why he was nervous, nor did he understand why he was happy.

But he thought this was not bad.