Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 242 Participating in the War

Under the moonlight, there were two petite shadows moving around, but one was more well-behaved, running properly on the road, while the other was obviously more unruly, jumping up and down on the roof of the building.

From time to time, Wuyilang looked up at the shadow jumping on the roof as casually as a cat. It's not that he didn't think about persuading and restraining it, but the thought disappeared with the night wind not long after it appeared.

This is not a civilian area. There is no one in the nearby houses. The streets and houses are empty. Rinko's presence will not pose a threat to anyone. Rinko has been very well-behaved all the way here, or it can be said that he has always obeyed the arrangements since joining the Demon Slayer Corps and has never had any other thoughts. Even if it sometimes goes against Rinko's nature, he is happy to cooperate.

The Nichirin Sword was hanging on his waist, he was full of energy, Rinkou was within his sight, and the boy had received his daily injection of medicine. With all dangers eliminated, reason lost the opportunity to speak.

The emotional part made it easy for him to make decisions, because the boy had never been so relaxed. Rinko always looked calm, whether he was participating in training, resting, fighting with him, or being rejected by Tanjiro, he did not have much emotional ups and downs. But now it was different. Muichiro could feel that Rinko was very happy now.

Indulge yourself appropriately.

There's no harm in that.

Unlike Muichiro's thoughtfulness, Rinkou just felt a subtle comfort that he hadn't felt in a long time.

Everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps was very nice to him. Some were afraid of him, some liked him, and some didn't, but no one drew their sword against him. Considering the special nature of the Demon Slayer Corps and the objective reality that he was a demon, this was already a great consideration for him.

Rinkou didn't think there was anything wrong with the Demon Slayer Corps. Even before now, he didn't think there was anything wrong with such days. But now, he realized that it was still different. He hadn't been so reckless for a long time.

The soles of his feet touched the eaves, the night wind lifted the hem of his clothes, the moonlight illuminated his vision, the sound of his feet tapping on the eaves while running, the feeling of weightlessness when he jumped high, and the momentary overload of gravity on his legs when he landed on the ground, all of this seemed a little strange. It was all things that should have been familiar to him, but to him it seemed like he had not experienced them for many years.

It was clear that not long ago he was playing cat and mouse games with Tianyuan every day, and it was clear that at that time he was running wildly in the woods every night, chasing the fleeing Demon Slayer Corps members.

Maybe it was because no one needed him to catch anyone this time, maybe it was because there were no layers of trees above his head, maybe it was because there were no time limits or task constraints this time, or maybe nothing had changed, he just simply liked this feeling more.

Not being put in a box with legs hugged, not huddled carefully under the scorching sun, not daring to move at all in the house.

But like now, I can stretch my legs and run freely under the moonlight.

"Rinko, keep running forward and go up the stairs to get there."

Muichiro's reminder was particularly obvious in the quiet street. Rinkou did not slow down to wait, nor did he mean to stop. He just hummed and nodded, then continued to run forward. When the eaves reached the end and the building ended, Rinkou stepped hard on the edge of the eaves, jumped high with his whole leg, then flew over an open space by inertia, and fell like a fallen leaf. His feet touched the ground, and his body squatted down to cushion the force of the fall. He used this as a way to accumulate strength to take another step forward and rushed straight up the stairs.

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The boy arrived before Muichiro.

Almost like a predator lurking in the shadows, its paws made only the slightest sound on the gravel, even more silent than usual.

"How rude! Barging in without permission without even saying hello."

The human voice and the sound of the wind sounded at the same time. Lin Guang jumped up on the spot completely relying on instinct, and his body in the air accurately avoided the wind blade.

When Shimi looked away, he noticed that the boy also had a bamboo stick in his mouth, just like Nezuko.

"No wonder it's so quiet, it turns out your mouth is blocked. If you ask me, this should have been done a long time ago."

Shiya turned around and faced Rinkou who had fallen to the ground again. There was no apology on his face. Instead, he threw the long sword over his shoulder, stood there with his body tilted, and a playful smile on his face.

"I remember this guy was always with Tokito, how come he's here..."

Xiao Banai climbed over the railing, holding a wooden sword and walked to the side of Shimizu, and looked at Rinkou who was standing there. The two had the same question, but the boy with his mouth blocked just tilted his head towards them.

Can't give a decent explanation.

The one who saved everything was Muichiro who arrived later.

"I brought Lingguang here because during the afternoon training, I found that Lingguang's swordsmanship is very good, and if it's two against one, it's too cunning-"

Muichiro walked over step by step, picked up the wooden sword used for training from the side and threw it to Rinkou. The boy caught it easily and waved it twice to awaken his body's memory.

"Can this guy use a knife? I thought he was just like other ghosts, only able to scratch and kick."

Shimi curled his lips and tapped his shoulder with the wooden sword again and again, obviously skeptical about the so-called good swordsmanship.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that either. I never took it that seriously before. I thought it was just because you were strong that you could use a knife."

Muichiro picked up a wooden sword casually and walked to Rinko naturally.

"So...it's going to be two on two."

Xiao Banei's tone was never gentle, and when those eyes swept over, Lingguang definitely felt like being stared at by a cold-blooded animal.

Muichiro was about to speak when he was interrupted by Rinko who suddenly jumped up.

"It seems some people are not ready to form a team."

Obana glanced at Muichiro, loosened and clenched his hands, and turned slightly sideways with the wooden sword in hand.

The boy jumped to the side with a wooden sword in hand, and pointed his raised hand one by one at Shimizu, Obanai, and then Muichiro. The hand then raised up and bent its fingers towards himself.

"Uh-huh."

"Ah - it seems like they're preparing for a one-on-three fight, Rinko. What a surprise! You wouldn't even team up with me. How sad."

Wuyilang also raised the blade. Although his tone was full of loss and helplessness, the smile on his face did not look like he was really sad at all.

"How bold, boy! You really should learn how to write politeness and respect!"

Veins suddenly popped up on Shiya's forehead and neck, and the hand holding the knife made a crackling sound of bones.

"Since you've already issued a challenge, it would be really bad if I don't respond properly..."

Xiao Banai took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. As the words fell, he lowered his body and took the lead in attacking.