Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

"Hey, Rinko. Do you know the dead woman?"

Yuhu's question meant that he had completely forgotten what happened so long ago, or in fact, he had no interest in the friends that Lin Guang had been making, no interest in getting to know them, and no interest in remembering them.

"Ah. Yes. Remember. We used to be friends."

But Rinko remembered who the butterfly pendant belonged to. He remembered.

On the day of their departure, he thought that he might never have the chance to meet those two girls again. They were taken away by the pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps, so they would most likely become members of the Demon Slayer Corps. After all, whether they were sisters, they were essentially kind-hearted human beings.

They will grow up, maybe become powerful, or maybe die somewhere.

It's normal for humans to be eaten by demons. It's also normal for members of the Demon Slayer Corps to be killed by demons. Not to mention that he was a pillar, and when he encountered an upper-rank demon, he certainly wouldn't choose to leave, so being killed was also reasonable.

So many people and pillars have died in the Demon Slayer Corps during these long days, and this one will not be missing.

All I can say is that among his many assumptions, there is no possibility that Douma would kill Kanae.

The probability was too small and required too many coincidences, so Lin Guang never connected the two of them together.

All I can say is that facts have proven that in Rinko's long life as a ghost, setbacks and disappointments always account for more of his time.

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Although he experienced some unnecessary setbacks along the way, fortunately, Lingguang finally walked back to the right path and sat on the train to the town, this time not on the roof, but in the carriage.

The coin was tossed up and then fell down. Lingguang walked forward slowly, found an inconspicuous corner to sit down, leaned against the window, supported his head and looked out the window.

Even if he didn't pay for the ticket, Rinkou had his own way to get on the bus, but that was indeed not polite. Moreover, Douma habitually stuffed some coins of a changed format into his pocket, so he could just consider it as compensation.

Those papers are of no use to ghosts, but they are quite useful when facing humans.

As for Rinko, he preferred to just grab a coin and play with it.

'There are quite a few people.'

Lin Guang blinked, and pulled his gaze back from the window, looking at the situation inside the train through the reflection in the window. After all, it was a late-night train, so it was normal that there were few people. It was only because it was heading to the city that there were such people.

"It would be quicker for me to take you there."

Yuhu suggested that it would be faster if he delivered it, but unfortunately, Lin Guang, who had already experienced being tossed around by the pot once, rejected the suggestion without hesitation and emphasized that he hoped he would never have such an experience again in his life.

"I think it's better to take the train."

Lingguang ruthlessly rejected Yuhu's invitation again.

The small kettle on his wrist fell silent. It was unclear whether the jade kettle was busy or simply felt it had nothing to say to Rinko, so it muted its microphone. But for Rinko, the quietness was a welcome relief. The train clanged along the tracks late at night, like a giant beast charging through the darkness, its lights glowing like eyes, its belly full of food that had walked unnoticed into its trap.

"It's a train... but thinking about it like this makes it seem like a ghost... but there aren't any ghosts like that, are there?"

The boy stretched and simply lay on the table, his legs hanging in the air swinging back and forth. The carriage door was opened, and Lin Guang looked through the reflection in the window.

"It's really infuriating. We've come all this way just for this little thing. These days, the new recruits are really getting worse and worse!"

Before the person came in, a voice obviously filled with anger was heard first. The person who walked in was a white-haired man with his collar wide open and scars all over his face and body.

Rinkou didn't recognize him, but he caught a glimpse of the outline under the clothes. It was a familiar size, like a Nichirin sword. Combined with what he said before, he should be a high-ranking member of the Demon Slayer Corps.

It was indeed surprising to see a member of the Demon Slayer Corps here, but Rinkou was not interested in him and did not intend to provoke him. He just moved his body and closed his eyes.

"Don't say that! Newbies also need experience to grow! And aren't the new boys here very motivated lately?"

The familiar voice instantly made Lin Guang open his eyes, and when he saw his reflection in the glass, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Makijuro?"

Lin Guang sat up and looked at the man who was closing the door. He had long yellow hair with flames at the ends, a white haori with flame patterns at the ends, and his face was exactly the same as in his memory.

"Ok?"

"what?"

The eyes of both men were instantly drawn to Rinko, but the confusion and surprise on their faces did not seem fake. What was the probability that Makijuro had forgotten himself, and what was the probability that he could survive until now?

But even if he was still alive, how could he be exactly the same as he remembered? Not older, maybe even younger? Really? He wasn't a ghost.

"Rengoku Makijuro. Aren't you?"

Rinko looked at the younger version of 'Makijuro' who tilted his head, and tilted his head as well.

"Ah! You're talking about my father, right? My name is Rengoku Kyojuro! I'm his son!"

Kyojuro quickly realized what had happened, stood up, and introduced himself seriously.

"Kyojuro...ah, I remember. They really do look exactly the same...exactly the same, it's incredible..."

Lin Guang blinked and tilted his head to look at Kyojuro, curious and surprised as if he was seeing a human being for the first time.

"Hey. I'm talking to you, kid..."

"So you took over Makijuro's position as the Flame Pillar? Is he still alive?"

Rinkou naturally asked about the latest situation of his old friends. The friends he knew were dead, dead, dead, dead, dead. Although he did not hold much hope that Makijuro was still alive, he still wanted to ask, at least he knew that he could go to the grave to leave a gift if he died.

"I've been putting up with you for so long since just now, you little brat! You're so rude!"

Before Kyojuro could say anything, a hand reached out from the side and lifted Rinko from the chair and pulled him in front of him. His slightly loose coat was pulled askew, and Rinko even stood up from a sitting position. However, facing the angry man in front of him, he just tilted his head.

"Please take care of me! My father is doing well! He's in good health! He's just in a bad mood!"

"Hey Purgatory! Don't just answer whatever he says!"

"His name is Rengoku Kyojuro, mine is Rinkou, and what's yours?"

"Don't change the subject, kid!"

"His name is Fuzuigawa Minami!"

"Hello, Shimizu."

"You little brat, you have no manners at all."

The tense atmosphere was eased thanks to Kyojuro's great efforts to adjust (pull) and moderate it. Rinko and Busei were separated at opposite ends of the table, separated by a table board, and the atmosphere eased slightly.

"How do you know my father's name?"

Kyojuro asked the question he'd wanted to ask from the beginning. Rinko withdrew his gaze from Saneya and turned to look at the little owl beside him. Although he already knew it, every time he saw this identical face, Rinko couldn't help but sigh at Makijuro's amazing ability. It really was exactly the same.

"He and I are friends. He may or may not remember me."

Lin Guang tilted his head and answered honestly.

"That's really surprising! Father doesn't look like the type who would be friends with such a young child! Lin Guang is really amazing! It's a pity that I haven't heard father mention it! I will remember to ask him when I go back this time! But I heard you say just now that you seem to know my name too, right?"

"Yes. When you were born, Makijuro talked to me for a long time about what your name should be. He hesitated for a long time before choosing the name, so it left a very deep impression on me."

"You're only a few years old, and you're already talking nonsense."

Before Lin Guang finished speaking, Shiya's angry voice sounded again.

"Buzukawa! Don't be so mean to a child! But Rinkou, lying is really bad behavior! You only look ten years old!"

Lin Guang blinked, accepted the two people's questions without further explanation, and just tilted his head.

"I don't like lying."