Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 263: Bad Temper

The traces on the ground were clear. The residual waves of the wind blade blew away the box that was left in place. The wooden box rolled several times on the ground due to inertia and stopped after hitting the wall.

The good news is that the box was not damaged when it flew out. The carefully crafted box ensures that it will not leave any marks even after such a bump.

The bad news was the smile that stretched across Fuzukawa's face, a smile that, as expected, made Rinko realize something was amiss. His words were clearly a warning, but to Fuzukawa's ears, they seemed to carry a different meaning. His dodging wasn't an evasion, but a challenge; his answer wasn't an excuse, but an acceptance.

Lin Guang thought that even if he continued for another ten years, he would not be able to understand how Busukawa's mind worked. It was obvious that he was actively avoiding Busukawa, so why did the other party think that he had accepted the challenge?

But no matter how confused Rinko was, the battle was decided the moment he flew up. Busei reacted extremely quickly. After realizing that his chop missed, he immediately took a step forward, stomped his foot on the floor, and even created a small tornado when he turned around. The wind blade followed closely with a real wooden sword. Rinko pulled out a wooden sword from the shelf next to him and officially accepted the challenge.

The battle was about to break out. The two men moved from the narrow room to the wider courtyard. The two wooden swords kept colliding with each other, and they fought from one end of the courtyard to the other.

Because they were afraid of damaging the house, they moved to the yard. The team members who were lying on the ground in the yard and unable to stand up were in the way, so they simply shouted at them to roll aside and not get in the way. When the wooden sword broke during the collision, they just picked up a new one from the side.

Lin Guang watched as the team members stumbled and struggled to drag themselves to the relatively safer side of the wall. It was relatively safe and relatively out of the way. It seemed that all opportunities to stop the battle were completely ignored by Busukawa.

From the setting sun to the bright moon, Lingguang didn't know when this battle would end. It couldn't just keep going until dawn...

The brief distraction was keenly noticed, and the attack came like a storm in an instant.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you looking at, you bastard? Concentrate and attack me seriously!"

The loud shout immediately pulled back his fleeing thoughts. It was more effective than those attacks. Rinko blinked and dealt with Busei's attack with ease.

After all, what's the point of fighting like this... Why is Nozomi so interested in fighting? What's the point?

The boy sighed silently in his heart. No matter how talented humans are, even if they are like the sun, their limited lifespan means they can only burn for a short time in the rest of their lives. Things that have illuminated others will eventually become the past, and people they have warmed will also become cold corpses as time goes by.

What's the point of working so hard? It's better to become a ghost. If you become a ghost, time will not be a limitation, but an advantage. In the infinite time, you can do whatever you want. If you like fighting, you can fight for hundreds of years like Akaza. If you want to be better, you can practice hard for decades like Kokushibo. If you want a family, you can find and form one yourself. You can do whatever you want.

Rinko doesn't like such meaningless things, but he likes Kyojuro and thinks Fuzugawa is interesting, so he is willing to waste his time on such meaningless things. Trust needs to be accumulated, as does goodwill, and all of this is much easier to destroy than to build. Rinko knows very well that his existence is always dangerous to Kyojuro and the others. If he turns around and runs away now, all the efforts he has made so far may be wasted.

This wasn't fair. He had to do so much to gain her trust. He had to suppress his instincts, spend time, and be present. But all he got was the recognition that had existed between them from the beginning.

Because he is a ghost and they are human.

But it doesn't seem so unfair, Lin Guang thought, the weak always need to be more careful to survive. The wild cats on the roadside will not easily trust the large two-legged beasts approaching them. As a better and more powerful existence, to humans, there is not much difference between him and the human who walks towards the cat.

It's quite cute. This thought suddenly crossed Lin Guang's mind, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"You still have the heart to laugh, kid...are you looking down on me?"

Busei is always like this, he will get angry suddenly. Rinkou thinks he has not done anything serious, but the other party is still angry, and he can only try to explain.

"No, I don't look down on you. I just think that Busou is cute."

"Aha--?"

Distorted tone, ferocious face, bulging veins, hoarse voice.

The feeling of oppression suddenly intensified, and the user of Wind Breathing created a tornado on the flat ground.

Hmm. Bad news. Even Rinko could tell that Fuzugawa was angry again, or to be more precise, even angrier.

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The battle lasted until Uzui's breathing became disordered. The man sat there, visibly exhausted, with sweat dripping down his cheeks to the ground. He gasped with his open mouth, and his back swayed with every breath.

At the same time, the boy standing in front of the man formed a strange contrast with the other party. Lin Guang just stood there, his facial expression did not change, and his breathing was still steady, but he imitated the other party and sat down on the ground.

"Although he doesn't have any other special abilities, at least he has some talent in combat."

The prickly man sitting on the stairs took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He seemed to have recovered a little before speaking. The smile on his face finally softened a little and was no longer ferocious. From his tone, Lin Guang could hear a hint of satisfaction.

But can this be considered a compliment?

Their eyes met and silence continued. Rinkou decided to take it as a compliment, lest Busei get angry and start fighting again. He wasn't afraid, but judging from the other party's condition, tomorrow's training would be in trouble if the fight continued.

"Looks like I won't be able to make it today. Training with Muichiro and the others."

Lin Guang looked around and carefully changed the subject. Without a clock, he had no idea what time it was. His gaze shifted to the moon overhead. Based on its tilt, Lin Guang could roughly guess that sunrise was still some time away.

Busei stared at him, and after a moment he chuckled twice. The wooden sword was inserted diagonally between his legs. The man shifted his center of gravity backward and used one hand to support himself on the step above.

"Yeah, I can't make it today. But thanks to you, we had a great time. You're much more capable than these guys."

"Is this a compliment?"

"You want praise? You're far from it, kid."

"I take it back."

"Ok?"

"Buzukawa isn't cute at all."

"You boy!"