Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Rinko didn't stay in Tanjiro's house for too long. This family didn't mind having another child who was not their biological child, but Rinko always felt uncomfortable when Tanjiro looked at him.

Although Tanjiro is very interesting, it is not to the extent that Rinko would force herself to do so. Just like Rinko likes Kotonoha, but he will not let Akaza stay with him at Douma's place just to play with her.

So, Rinkou chose a quiet evening and, just as he had arrived without warning, he left without a sound. A letter filled with thanks was left on the courtyard steps, and beneath it lay some small things Rinkou had made in the past. A few bracelets, a few hairpins, carved and polished wooden objects still bore the rough marks of his immature craftsmanship. These must have been intended as gifts long ago, but so much time had passed that, when Rinkou took them out of the pot, he could no longer remember who they were for.

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Human life is very fragile, so fragile that when most things happen, Lin Guang doesn't know how to react.

It is very lively when you come, but it is always quiet when you leave.

Just like his journey, there was laughter and joy when they first met, but later, he may not have the chance to see Makijuro again, nor did he have time to say see you next time to Kotonoha. He didn't know where the Butterfly Sisters went, and Makomo was sleeping forever on a mountain he had never set foot on. Tanjiro's father would probably close his eyes forever one day unknown to him.

Tanjiro might be very sad, and so would the children. But those were stories he would never know. People he had met might not live to see him again, and he had become somewhat accustomed to such days.

So he was not very surprised when he heard Yuhu say that Qinye died shortly after he left.

"She's a human after all, and a woman at that. Douma doesn't look like someone who would actually be friends with a human."

Lin Guang bounced the coin in his hand, caught it, and bounced it again, over and over again, playing a game of guessing heads and tails with himself.

"Oh, if Douma-sama heard this, he would definitely disagree."

"You might even break my body with a single blow of your fan. So for my safety, Lord Yuhu, please keep this secret."

Lin Guang caught the coin that fell into his palm. This time he didn't look to see which side was facing up. He had already decided the direction to go. He would go and see the brothers while they still remembered and before they became suspicious.

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Things never go as planned, and Lingguang experiences this truth time and time again.

Thick dust fell on the pile of firewood, indicating that people once lived here, but some time had passed. Not far from the house there was a small mound of earth with a familiar name engraved on an upright wooden board.

"Tokito....Ichiro."

Human life is too fragile, so fragile that Rinko can think of ten thousand reasons for Ichiro's death in an instant, followed by corresponding ways of death. It is normal for humans to die. Only the elder brother died and the younger brother disappeared. This is the part that deserves Rinko's attention. She hopes that the younger brother is alive and not dead somewhere else.

Lin Guang placed a bouquet of flowers and a belated gift in front of the tombstone.

"You're leaving behind something you made especially for yourself even after someone's dead? You might as well give it to someone who can still appreciate it."

The pot of the jade pot emerged from the soil, and then a figure appeared in front of him that seemed a little unfamiliar as he hadn't seen it for a long time.

"It's different. I left those to Tanjiro and the others because I can't remember who they were for. I gave them away while I still remember them. At least they can stay here with my memories."

Yuhu has never been able to understand Rinko's unique abstract thinking smoothly, but it doesn't matter. He doesn't need to understand it. He just wants to tease Rinko.

"gone."

The dust on the wooden board was carefully wiped off, and the inscriptions became clear again. Lin Guang withdrew his gaze without any reluctance and stood up. As he said, he buried this unique memory here together with the gift that the other party would never receive.

It is a pity that the dead are dead, but the living are more important.

'Where are you going next?'

The pot disappeared without any warning just as it appeared without any warning. The sound of the jade pot floated out from the small pot on the wrist.

"I haven't decided yet, but I have to go out and try it out. Maybe I'll meet new friends."

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That being said, no one knows what the future will be like, and Rinko doesn't think he'll be able to find someone he gets along with easily.

His luck seemed to have run out on the way here. For a long time afterwards, he didn't encounter any humans of the same age in the mountains. The only one he met was barely a human. It was a wild beast with a boar's head and a rough voice, and it was very noisy.

Lin Guang deliberately avoided the other party.

Repeated setbacks in the mountains made Lin Guang change his route. Considering that he couldn't remember how long ago he last saw Muzan, he simply followed his instinct to find that person's location. The location he finally locked on was still a busy town, but it seemed a bit inappropriate to call it a town.

The roaring steel behemoths were roaming around, running much faster than humans.

"That's a train. You're turning into a monkey, Rinko."

"Please don't say such rude things."

Lin Guang withdrew his gaze from the departing train, squatted by the roadside for a while, and quietly got a ride. Compared with the speed of other ghosts, the train was obviously much slower. Even compared with him, the train was very slow, but it saved energy and he could also enjoy the scenery. Anyway, Lin Guang was not in a hurry to travel.

"If you don't want to leave, why don't you try hiding in the pot and I'll take you somewhere else?"

"?"

Yuhu's voice made Linguang tilt his head. He raised the small pot in front of him, his confusion evident in his expression.

"What's that expression on your face? It was possible! How else do you think I took those masterpieces away? Of course I put them into the space inside the pot and took them away with me! It's just part of the blood vampire magic!"

The expression on Lingguang's face was still confused, and even had a hint of subtle disgust.

"What's that expression on your face, Rinko?"

"Because every time something comes out of your pot, it's covered in a layer of sticky stuff, right..."

The boy tried to explain from his own perspective that his reluctance had definite reasons, but unfortunately the person he was trying to convince had no intention of listening to his explanation.

When he was pushed into the pot that fell out of thin air in front of him, Lin Guang had only one thought.

Next time, I must break the pot before I start talking.