Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 256: Long-Abandoned Reunion

"What are you going to do?"

The man leading the way walked ahead, out of the room, across the courtyard, passing by the targets placed in the yard, but he never showed any intention of stopping. Lin Guang asked, wanting to get some information about the future. But Xiao Banai just continued walking, without saying a word, and had no intention of answering.

Unable to find an answer, Rinkou could only follow behind Xiao Banei, hands behind his back, step by step, following the footprints left by her. Until they left the area that Rinkou had spied on, and headed towards the unknown forest, the road under their feet was worn out by thousands of steps, and no grass would grow there anymore.

It was at that moment that Obanai suddenly stopped. As Rinko lowered his sight, a pair of feet appeared in the corner that shouldn't be there. He raised his head and Kabutomaru's head turned. The ghost's eyes and the snake's eyes intertwined. Before Rinko realized what that meant, the guide in front of him suddenly changed his posture and lowered his center of gravity. Rinko was familiar with this action, but before he could react to what this familiar action meant, a shadow flew out from in front of him.

Ah, it was the preparatory posture. He remembered this knowledge when it was most useless.

Even slower, when Rinkou started to catch up, he realized that Kobanai, who had stopped, was confirming that he was still following her, and Kabukimaru, who turned his head, was hinting that he should follow closely... It was a bit too subtle.

Isn't the purpose of humans growing mouths to speak? Why do we refuse to speak even though we have mouths? Why do we specifically bandage our mouths with bandages? Is it because we don't like to speak? Is it because we deliberately bandage our mouths with bandages because we don't want to speak?

He obviously likes to teach Tanjiro a lesson, but when facing him, he speaks less than Fuzugawa. What a strange person.

It was quiet, very quiet. Two shadows were running one after the other in the darkness. It was a windless night. The leaves and weeds just stayed where they were. It was not as lively as the previous nights. The moon was hidden behind the clouds. There was not even a shadow on the ground. It was a really silent night.

On a night like this, only the sounds of the two invaders were clearest. The one in front was the clacking sound of the soles of their shoes stepping on the ground, and the one behind was the clacking sound of the soles of their feet touching the ground. The steady rhythm sounded like a clock that was swinging faster.

It was too quiet, so quiet that the journey, where one didn't know the destination, seemed even longer. The windless night was still filled with the dryness of summer. The sun wasn't there, but it still seemed to make him feel annoyed. Lingguang decided to find some fun for himself, and he had the right materials around him.

The steady rhythm was broken at the moment of accumulation of power, and only one voice remained of the two. At the same moment, Lin Guang noticed that the snake-like gaze was tightly locked on him, like a predator watching its prey that might escape at any time, or like a breeder staring at a restless hound.

The nimble boy shifted his route from the flat ground to the complex branches. Each step required more thinking, but the boy's speed did not decrease at all. The shadow flowing among the branches was even faster than the person on the ground. He just slowed down repeatedly because he didn't know where to go.

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Facts have proved that some things will not produce results just by thinking about them, and things that you worry about will not be solved even if you keep worrying about them. Only when you really face anything will you get the real answer at that moment. Any thinking before that is just fantasy without evidence and speculation without truth.

Whether it is good or bad, there will be a real conclusion only when everything comes to light.

It was an unfamiliar night, a guide I disliked, and steps piled up one after another. Even though I knew the destination was ahead, I couldn't help but feel that such a long corridor was so long that even a ghost would sigh. My calves were raised again and again, my knees were bent again and again, and the endless steps were finally coming to an end when Xiao Banei caught up.

He straightened his legs, planted his feet firmly, and the moment the stiffness and numbness in his calves eased, Rinko felt a bit unfamiliar with the feeling. Just a few hundred steps, how could it feel like half a lifetime?

"Rinko, how was your day? Are you happy?"

At that moment, the wind blew up on the hot night, bringing with it a coolness rarely seen in summer. It came from far away and blew away the impetuous heat on my body, penetrating my skin and reaching deep into my heart.

The steps stopped only for a moment. The back foot, which had not yet landed, was hovering in the air. The landed foot and calf drove the thigh to accumulate strength, and the figure that had already stopped flew out again at this moment.

The boy who had spoken caught the 'cannonball' that flew into his arms. It was a surprise attack that delighted both parties. The spinning movement relieved the strength that Lin Guang had forgotten to restrain in his excitement. It seemed that not only his feet flew up due to inertia, but also the heart hidden in his chest.

"Thanks a lot."

No answer is also an answer. With his hand on the boy's head, Muichiro gently stroked his head and let Lin Guang lean in his arms, quiet and silent.

"It's because Tokito was too gentle to him that Rinkou became like this. He didn't do anything, but he seemed to have suffered a lot of injustice."

Xiao Banai spoke at an inappropriate time. Lin Guang turned his head out of Wuyilang's arms and looked at him with dissatisfaction on his face, and then stuck out his tongue, a provocation of the lowest level.

"Just a kid who hasn't grown up yet..."

Having witnessed the whole process, Shimizu didn't even bother to scold him. He had already determined that this kid named Lin Guang was just a child who had never grown up. He had no brains and his IQ was also worrying. He looked very powerful when fighting, but he was only useful when fighting. At any other time, he was just a child who had not grown up. It was too boring to get angry with a child.

“There is no hardship, no grievance, and no crying.”

Rinkou spoke righteously, his attitude upright and his tone sincere. He didn't feel hardship, because he really hadn't done anything, or at least he hadn't done anything that would truly make people hardship. He didn't feel wronged either, because he hadn't encountered anything. As for crying, Rinkou never understood why or why he cried. Ghosts don't cry when they feel wronged, at least Rinkou himself thought he wouldn't cry. Crying is a human privilege. Even if a ghost really shed tears, he tried to recall, but all he could think of was Douma. Even the most realistic tears were just a false disguise.

Ghosts don't cry.

Rinko never cries.

"But Rinko looks listless. What's that?"

Yes, that's why.

Are you really wronged?

impossible.

Lin Guang thought.

He was not aggrieved, nor sad, nor lost, Lingguang was so sure of it.

But there must be a reason. There must be a reason why all this is wrong.

It's not that I'm sad about parting with Muichiro, it's not that I feel aggrieved because of the lack of response, it's not that I'm annoyed because of the summer I have no memory of, but at least there has to be a reason.

"It's because Xiao Banei is so disliked."

Lin Guang turned his head to look at Xiao Banai and spoke with confidence.