Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 249 Paper Plane Contest

An idea that sounds a bit ridiculous.

The word "absurd" does not seem to be the right word, and it may even be an exaggeration. However, this was indeed objectively beyond everyone's expectations. In the brief silence created by the silence, Lin Guang thought for a moment.

The boxes in his mind were turned over and over, and he was looking for a more suitable one in the sand piled up by words.

Perhaps accident would be a more appropriate word to describe it.

An idea that sounds really surprising.

Even for the usually unconventional Rinko, this seemed somewhat unexpected.

Why did Tanjiro suddenly say such a thing?

At this time, at this point in time, under this situation.

Paper airplane throwing competition.

Even before Tanjiro said this, Rinko didn't know there was such a competition. He understood the meaning of the word "competition" and what a paper airplane was, but what did these two words mean together?

Paper airplane throwing competition?

How would they compete? What kind of competition would it be? Is it about who can fold the most crash-resistant airplane? Is it about whose airplane takes the least damage when it hits a wall? Or is it about whose airplane can break through a wall?

After all, it is a product of folded paper. Can it reach that level?

"I heard that Tokito loved paper airplanes, and I thought, if it was just like this, maybe I could make one too."

Tanjiro spoke shockingly while picking up a flat piece of paper from the table beside him. He quickly folded it on the table, leaving marks on the paper and folding it repeatedly several times.

"Qiang Qiang!"

Following a clear voice, an exquisite paper airplane appeared in front of Rinko's eyes. It had a beautiful curve and delicate corners. He had seen it before. Tanjiro had also folded such a paper airplane for him before, and he still remembered it.

Speaking of which, the paper airplane was forgotten in the ward where Tanjiro and the others were recuperating. He probably still remembers that he temporarily placed it under Xuanya's pillow because of the rush. The other party seemed to say that he would help put it in the drawer.

"Let's have a competition. If I win, Tokito will be a little gentler when talking to the other team members. How about that?"

Tanjiro held up the paper airplane high and invited Muichiro to a competition. The boy was a little stunned at first, but after realizing what Tanjiro wanted to do, Muichiro finally curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, as confident and proud as ever.

"Yeah, okay."

Wuyilang nodded slightly, holding the knife and walked towards the table, put down the wooden sword, and picked up a piece of paper.

"I won't lose!"

Tanjiro followed closely behind, speaking with a smile.

"You can't beat me."

Wuyilang just spoke softly.

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"Does it really mean I win if I throw it farther just once out of ten?"

The obviously unfair rules made Tanjiro couldn't help but ask questions. Even though such rules seemed to be more favorable to him, his opponent was Muichiro, so he still felt that fairness and justice would be more appropriate.

If he throws it farther just once out of ten times, he'll win. For Muichiro, the pressure seems too great.

This is a game we can't lose even once.

"Ah."

Muichiro responded with a cheerful smile, walking over to Tanjiro as he spoke, standing parallel to him at the same starting point.

"Anyway, Tanjiro, you definitely won't win even once."

Tanjiro had seen Muichiro be confident before, but this was the first time he had seen him be so confident under such unfair conditions and in such a competition.

"How is that possible! At least we can win once!"

If the competition was about swordsmanship or killing demons, Tanjiro might not object, but the competition was just to see who could throw the paper airplane farther. He could fold paper airplanes to appease his younger siblings when he was very young, so at least he was very confident about this.

"So do you want to compete? Or not?"

Muichiro did not face Tanjiro's question directly, but instead spoke in a provocative manner, with a smile on his face that Tanjiro had never seen before. It seemed the same as usual, yet also different.

"Of course!"

Tanjiro agreed immediately.

"Then please throw them out at the same time after I give the order!"

Tiexuesen raised his hand high, explained the simple rules, and after the two nodded together, he began to give orders.

"One. Two. Three. Throw!"

The falling hand marked the start. Both arms waved together, and the two paper airplanes took off from the starting point and flew high into the sky due to inertia. They seemed to be evenly matched, but this situation only lasted for a short while. Soon, Tanjiro's plane deviated from its direction, and only Muichiro's plane flew away.

"Hey! Why!"

"Mr. Tokito wins!"

Once, then twice. The same start signal, the same takeoff, and just after flying a short distance, one of the paper airplanes veered off course.

"Mr. Tokito wins."

After two times, three times, and four times.

Until the ninth time.

Tanjiro knelt on the ground in extreme frustration, looking at the one-sided situation on the scoreboard, feeling quite devastated.

"Only, only once left."

"Come on! Tanjiro!"

Tetsuanamori tried to cheer Tanjiro up, and the boy raised his hand and spoke with a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Yeah, after all, it only takes one win."

But after experiencing the same failure again and again, how can success just appear?

The miracle did not happen after all.

"Lost."

The final tenth time was no different from the first time.

Victory fell on Wuyilang without any suspense.

"I told you, you can't beat me."

Wuyilang didn't seem surprised at the outcome at all. He just breathed a sigh of relief and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I thought I could win at least once!"

Unlike Muichiro, Tanjiro, who was sitting on the ground, looked completely unwilling to accept the result, and even his tone was filled with gritted teeth and unwillingness.

It was obvious that even the rules were completely in his favor, and the content of the game was not what Muichiro was best at, but he still lost, and lost completely and thoroughly, with a record of ten defeats in ten games.

I clearly thought there was a chance of winning.

"Mr. Tokito! Can I try my hand at this challenge too? I'm very confident with my paper airplanes!"

The one who spoke was a team member standing by and watching. Tanjiro didn't even know his name and was not familiar with him.

"Me too! I won first place in the village!"

"Hey! I won first place in the town's paper airplane competition! Want to compete?"

"I want to compete too!"

After the first one, there was the second one. One after another, the team members opened their mouths and raised their hands. I don’t know who said to bring paper, and I don’t know who actually brought a stack of paper. A group of people sat in the yard, in groups of three or two, or four or five, discussing with each other how to fold paper airplanes.

Even Tiexuesen joined in.

It seemed like a very ordinary afternoon.

But it seemed like a scene that had not been seen for many years.