Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 212: Chat.

"Rinkou was seriously injured and abandoned by Muzan. This is the news we can confirm. You have mentioned before that Rinkou's existence is very important to Muzan, but judging by the current situation, perhaps Miss Nezuko's existence is more worthy of attention."

Shinobu gently shook the test tube in his hand, lowered his eyes, and observed the reaction of the potions. His other hand continued to write on the already densely written page, making the record report even longer.

"Although it's unexpected, it does sound like something that man would do. If he thinks something is not important enough, he'll just throw it away. If he doesn't care about it, he'll just wipe it out. This does sound like Muzan's style..."

The deliberately prolonged ending tone under the gentle voice implied that the words were not yet finished. Ren waited patiently for the next words without shifting his gaze even a little.

"But I don't think that man would be so stupid. He may not have much brains, but at least he wouldn't just throw away what he considered a 'reserve' that still had some use for it somewhere where it might be eaten by others. If it was useless to him, he would at least eat Rinko."

Such a discussion might sound a bit callous, but the two people standing in the dimly lit room were no longer the little girls who would cry when they saw a rabbit's neck being chopped off. Such indifference sounded reasonable. Shinobu put the test tube back on the shelf, making the topic a little more callous.

"Are you saying that Rinko is probably a trap?"

If Rinkou heard such words, she might be sad, or she might not. Shinobu was not sure. Too much of her understanding of Rinkou came from her childhood memories, which had already begun to become vague. Rinkou at that time was slightly more mature than them, but overall she still looked like a child. Rinkou now also looked like a child, but she always felt that there was a bit more strangeness and a bit less familiarity about Rinkou.

It's hard to explain, but decades of time have almost made her lose her own appearance. How can Lin Guang be the child she remembers?

The Rinkou who was standing before him now was a summary of words and sentences spoken by others, as well as observations made over the past few days. It could also be said that this was what Rinkou showed to the outside world. No one could tell what his unspoken words and unexpressed inner thoughts were like.

Ghosts are always good at deceiving, aren't they?

This sounds like self-deception.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

"It's possible. It's also possible not. But at least I think that Muzan won't abandon Rinko so easily. This is not like his style."

"So, do you think Rinkou was involved in this..."

The room was actually quiet most of the time, because there were only two living things busy inside. Most of the time they were just busy with their work, and only occasionally they would talk. The sounds of glass colliding, wooden boards being knocked against, and pen tips rubbing against paper were the common scattered sounds in this room.

But after this sentence, the room was still too quiet, so quiet that Shinobu needed to look at Tamayo to confirm that she had not fainted from the potion in front of her.

"I don't know. If it was the Rinko of the past, I would be very sure that he didn't know what happened, but the Rinko of now, I don't know. Maybe Muzan didn't tell him anything, maybe Rinko didn't know anything, or maybe Muzan told him, told him what Muzan would do, and what he needed to do."

What was hanging down was the hair, the head, the shoulders, the neck, and the sight. Everything was lowered, even the voice was suppressed.

Along with the expectations for boys.

"Maybe you can ask him. Rinkou doesn't like lying, right? You said it yourself."

Shinobu withdrew her gaze and continued to work. They didn't know how much time they had left, so every minute and every second needed to be cherished.

Zhu Shi didn't speak again. The silence blended into the herbs, permeated the entire room, entered her chest with her breath, and flowed into her blood.

The silence was broken by Shinobu taking off her gloves. The gloves were taken off and fell on the table. She straightened her clothes and was about to go out. She had to go and pick up Rinkou.

But Tamayo called her and placed a bottle of medicine in her palm.

"This is a new medicine. I modified it based on experiments with Rinkou's blood. Let him try it."

This was Tamayo's voice. Shinobu heard it clearly, every word. This was what Rinkou had been drinking almost every day recently. Initially, it was just for safety reasons, to prevent Rinkou from continuing to possess the same powerful power as the Upper Moons and causing unnecessary harm. It was for the safety of everyone.

But later, the medicine was replaced with a poison targeting the upper-rank demons, suppressing and even killing their more powerful regenerative cells. They had no such opportunity before, but now they have a most suitable experimental subject.

"Do you think it's okay to do this?"

Shinobu looked up at Tamayo and asked softly, not questioning, but more of uncertain curiosity.

Sacrifice is necessary. Rinko may not know what she is doing, but judging from the bottles and jars on the table and the smell of the herbs, Rinko should know that every time he drinks something, he is drinking some potion mixed with wisteria flowers. He has no objection to this, and Shinobu maintains this delicate state.

She knew clearly what she was doing, and she also knew that Lin Guang knew what she was doing. She never regretted every decision she made. The current opportunity was rare and perhaps the only opportunity. Even if she might lose something or pay a price, she would not regret it.

However, she didn't know whether Tamayo had the same awareness.

The woman in front of him lowered her eyes, so her expression was unclear. Shinobu had no way of telling whether there was guilt, sadness, or uneasiness on her face, but the voice she spoke was firm.

"Rinkou killed people. He did something wrong. A dead life cannot stand up and breathe again. Even if Rinkou himself does not have subjective malice, even if he understands nothing, he cannot erase such objective facts. He killed and ate people. He made mistakes and needs to atone for his sins..."

This is a good reason, but it doesn't seem sufficient.

"You always said before that Rinko became like this because of Muzan. Now that Rinko has left Muzan, why do you think Rinko is beyond help?"

Tamayo looked at the medicine bottle in Shinobu Kocho's palm. The dark liquid was tilted in the bottle. The translucent color was enough for her to see the palm underneath. It was a delicate palm, not suitable for holding a blade. It was a hand that did not have enough strength, but it had fought for so long and killed so many demons.

"Because Rinko is no longer the Rinko I knew. He was indeed influenced by Muzan. I don't think Rinko is a bad boy, but precisely because of Muzan's influence, he is no longer the boy who was by my side back then. He is already Upper Rank Zero, not Rinko."

Tamayo gently held the hand holding the medicine bottle, and gradually closed the delicate palm so that the hand could tightly hold the medicine bottle.

"It's my responsibility to arbitrarily decide that he's wrong, and it's also my fault to arbitrarily decide that he should atone for his sins in this way. So even if I have to go to hell, it doesn't matter. At least I want to use my own method to make Muzan Kibutsuji pay the price, let him die, and let Rinkou truly be redeemed."