Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Makijuro is a kind-hearted owl.

Kyojuro is extremely similar to him, both in appearance and personality. Even their tone of voice is passionate.

"Rinko, don't you want to eat something together?"

"no thank you."

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"Rinko, would you like something to drink?"

"No, it's okay."

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"It's so late, Rinko, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

"Not sleepy yet."

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The above conversation has never stopped since Kyojuro sat down. He was full of concern for this child he met by chance, from his figure to his age to his appearance, and even Rinko's bare feet needed some advice.

On the other side, Shima seemed to be very accustomed to the scene, and had no intention of interfering. He just kept looking at Rinko with an unfriendly and fierce look. As far as humans are concerned, he was far inferior to Kokushibo, so Rinko did not feel uncomfortable at all. He even had time to look back and tilted his head curiously, trying to get some feedback from the other party.

"Where are you going, Rinko, so late at night? Aren't you afraid of being alone?"

Kyojuro's concern reappeared after a brief pause. Rinkou turned his head and looked over. Kyojuro was looking straight ahead, not looking at him at all. Even when he was sitting, he did not relax at all and kept his back straight. His arms were folded in front of his chest, and the drooping haori naturally covered the long sword that was leaning against the chair and standing beside his legs.

"You look a lot like Makijuro when he was young."

It had nothing to do with Kyojuro's question, but Kyojuro was not angry. Instead, the corners of his mouth rose even higher.

"Really?! That's great! I've always been working hard to become a father!"

"Don't think you can be so rude just because Purgatory doesn't care, you little brat. Show some respect to your elders."

Shimi's mouth, which had been closed for a long time, opened again at this time, with the same posture of crossing his arms. He looked very oppressive, and had a bit of the aura of a man who would walk around the street swinging a knife.

“Who is the elder?”

Lin Guang's tone was so natural, so natural that Shimizu paused for a moment. After that brief pause, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his clasped arms tensed, the outline of his muscles instantly becoming clearer.

"Of course it's Rengoku Makijuro, you little brat, your nonsense is just as good. Just because Rengoku doesn't care doesn't mean you can keep talking nonsense like this."

The outstretched hand mercilessly chopped off Lin Guang's head in the form of a knife. The force was so strong that the boy's head was forced to lower, and the pair of round, innocent eyes finally disappeared from his sight.

"It hurts."

A small hand grasped his palm. The slender hand was cold, but full of strength. It lifted his palm up little by little. The eyes reflected the light in the car, as if they were glowing, blinking at him.

"It's rude to hit someone casually. And like I said, Makijuro is my friend, not my elder. We've known each other for a long time."

The bigger hand wanted to press down, but the two smaller hands firmly moved his palms upwards. From a slight flame to a tense situation, it was only in the moment when the goal was not achieved. The window was not opened and the door was locked, but the wind blew in the closed compartment for a moment.

"Shiya! Rinkou! Arguing is not good! Since Rinkou said he's my father's friend, it doesn't matter if he calls me by my name! I'm only a few years older than you, so there's nothing wrong with calling me by my name!"

The other hand grasped Shimi's arm, the upward force surpassing the downward force. Shimi withdrew his hand with a click of his tongue, and the look he gave Rinko was even less pleasant.

"You look sickly, but you're actually quite strong."

"He just doesn't look well."

Lin Guang let go of his hand the moment he noticed that the other party was losing strength, and sat steadily in his seat as if nothing had happened, continuing to support his head and swing his legs.

"But where is Rinko going so late at night?"

"I was going to look for my father. I was going there before, but I trusted the wrong person and ended up in the wrong place. Fortunately, I found the way."

Lin Guang ignored the complaints of the "person" she had trusted wrongly in her head and tilted her head to look at the scenery flying by outside the window.

"Father! You're amazing! You're so young and you can already walk around on your own! It's really shameful! When I was your age, I could only run errands around the house!"

"My father is very busy and usually drops me off somewhere else. So I have to come to him, meet him, and talk. Then he'll go back to his business and let me go out for a walk, saying he hopes I can make some friends."

"That's great! Is that how I met my father while traveling?"

"No, as for Makijuro, I met him when I was looking for my father. He thought I was lost. Ah, I've arrived. See you next time."

The train slowly stopped, and Rinkou slid down from the gap between the table and chairs with great agility, and then crawled out from between the two people's legs. Before Kyojuro and Saneya even had time to say a word, the door had already opened and closed.

"What a rude brat. But he's quick to react."

Shiya moved from leaning on the table to leaning back in his chair, looking out the window at the boy who was skipping and slipping away through the crowd.

"Yeah! And he's quite strong! He was able to hold you back! He seems like a good prospect!"

"Huh? Don't be ridiculous. Looking at him, he doesn't even know how to use a knife. And if he was really suitable, he would have been recommended to a trainer long ago."

Kyojuro understood what Saneya was hinting at, but he wasn't as pessimistic as Saneya. He thought, maybe when he met this child, Rinkou was younger, so he wasn't recommended to the trainer. Now that he's grown up, he's at the right age to study.

"I'll ask my father when I get back!"

But I'd better ask first.

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Rinkou had no idea what the two people in the car would discuss after he left, or whether they would have any messy ideas about him. After all, the people in the Demon Slayer Corps seemed to be a little crazy. They either asked him to eat more or go out for some sun, or hoped that he would join the Demon Slayer Corps. How could a normal person persuade a demon like this?

In fact, he came down not only because he had reached his destination, but more because there was an upper-rank member who was shouting in his head. If he stayed there any longer, Yu Hu would definitely come out on his own.

Lin Guang stepped into a dark alley, and the next second he heard the sound of a pot falling to the ground.

"Why didn't you let me kill that brat? He's just a mere human! And yet he was so rude!"

Then came Yuhu's questioning at an alarmingly loud volume.

"Because Kyojuro is Makijuro's son. Makijuro is still alive, and his son is also still alive. This is very rare for me. I only heard of Kyojuro's name before, and now I finally see him alive. Wouldn't it be a pity if you killed him?"

Lin Guang's tone was just as righteous and confident.

"What about that scarred man? You don't even know him! Why don't you just let me go out and kill him?"

"Because he's Kyojuro's friend, and now he's my friend too."

Lin Guang argued with Yu Hu while counting on his fingers. The fierce quarrel attracted a drunk man, who stepped into the alley yelling. However, when he saw the owner of the voice, he sobered up instantly. He only had time to let out a scream before being dragged into the pot.

The man's scream attracted more people, but those attracted by the sound looked at the dark and empty alley, scratched their heads and left again.

Lingguang squatted under the eaves, feeling the comfort of the night breeze, ignoring the man who was trapped in the water prison and spitting bubbles, and propped up his head to look at Yuhu.

"Anyway. That's my friend, and I don't want you to kill my friend yet."

Although he is a friend with no manners.

But when Lin Guang thought about it carefully, it seemed that most of his friends were not very polite.