Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 222 It doesn’t matter

Humans are truly complex creatures.

Both physiologically and psychologically, it was very complicated, but at least the former had traces to follow, while the latter left Lin Guang with no clue at all.

It is clearly a completely useless body. It is a fragile life that cannot heal quickly if injured, broken bones will affect movement, and broken limbs cannot regenerate. It is clear that if the legs are broken, it will not be able to stand, and if the hands are broken, it will not be able to hold the knife. It is clearly such a fragile body.

Yet, even when his body was covered in wounds, his clothes were stained red, his blood had gathered into a pool on the ground, and breathing was as difficult as a rusty windmill, he could still stand up again and again and swing his blade again and again.

But this can at least be explained. Lin Guang himself has experienced similar moments. Although perhaps not as serious, it is at least similar. When life feels threatened, when the heartbeat is violent, and when something seems to be exploding in the head, the desire to survive engraved in the bones and flowing in the blood vessels will prompt the dying fire of life to burst into flames, just like a spark swaying in the wind is suddenly filled with a handful of invisible firewood. In just a blink of an eye, it is like a firework blooming in the night sky, emitting a dazzling and brilliant light.

Those trainings that seemed to be neglected on weekdays, those marks left over the years, were all awakened at that moment, just like a dog that had been warmed by a campfire for too long and remembered the memories of once belonging to the wilderness when facing the wind and snow.

These are understandable.

But some are not.

The human heart is something that Rinkou cannot understand.

So does the brain.

Why can humans hold so many things in their heads? Why do they always think about so many things? Although they both have small heads, humans' heads are much more complicated than Lin Guang's.

Unlike the rare flashes of inspiration when one is on the verge of death, this complex thought is spreading in every minute and every second he is with humans. Most of the time, Lin Guang tries his best to ignore it, but ignoring it does not mean that he really didn't notice it, nor does it mean that he really can't see anything.

He could see Tanjiro's worry, Xuanya's confusion, the complicated entanglement that Shinobu always felt when facing him, and he could also see Tengen's clear vigilance towards him.

That could be seen from the first time they met. Lin Guang had seen many people and many faces. He might not know how to analyze the expressions of different people to infer subtle emotional changes, or to judge hidden secrets from some details.

But at least he understood that expressionless face could never be called happy. The voice that came out of that mouth was steady and even, as if it were just a casual joke, but there was no emotion in that voice that should be a joke. It was not a joke, but an attempt to distract him, a test of him.

Tianyuan doesn't like him.

Lin Guang could see that she didn't just dislike his existence, she also disliked everything he did. From his words to his actions, from his mentality to his appearance, there was probably nothing that the man was truly satisfied with.

The man believed that everything Rinkou showed was just a disguise.

Although Lin Guang couldn't figure out why, he was not good at disguising himself, and he didn't think there was any meaning or benefit in pretending to be likable. After all, he didn't know what kind of people others liked, otherwise how could he make Tianyuan hate him from head to toe.

Rather than pretending to be a child, Lin Guang would rather others treat him as a proper ghost or adult. Logically, he had lived for hundreds of years, so if he wasn't an elder to these people or ghosts, he shouldn't be a junior either.

It’s a pity, just like Lin Guang doesn’t understand why Tian Yuan would speculate about him like that.

Tian Yuan also couldn't understand why there really were ghosts who would maintain their original, somewhat stupid appearance after living for hundreds of years with almost no improvement.

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"Tian Yuan doesn't like me, so why did you come here?"

The atmosphere in the room was subtle, not to the point of being hostile, but definitely not peaceful either.

The two people, one big and one small, maintained a safe distance acceptable to both sides. The big one sat cross-legged on the ground, one hand on his knee and the other supporting his head. He seemed casual but was actually able to launch a counterattack at any time. The small one sat casually on the ground, leaning against the wall, his back against the wall, his legs supported in front of him, concentrating on studying his new work.

"Of course it's to keep an eye on you and prevent you from doing anything."

It was surprisingly honest. Lin Guang glanced at him,

"Don't you have anything else to do? Kyojuro and Shinobu are so busy, but you're so free that you can stay here all day."

Lin Guang lifted up the little wooden figure in his hand, turned it over and observed whether every angle was as expected.

"That's not your attitude towards Kyojuro."

Tian Yuan spoke calmly, without any hostility, but it was definitely not with good intentions, as if he had taken the opportunity to catch him with something.

"You did not answer my question."

Lin Guang didn't show any sign of weakness.

"Busy, of course we're busy. Everyone is busy, but with an Upper Rank here, someone has to be responsible for watching you. If you cause any trouble, someone will be held accountable."

There was a hint in the words, but Rinkou could understand it to the extent that the deliberately emphasized "some people" was undoubtedly emphasizing the name that would appear repeatedly in their conversation.

Purgatory Anjuro.

"I won't cause any trouble."

Lin Guang lowered his eyes and changed to a sharper knife. The outline of the doll that had taken shape was gradually outlined more clearly.

"The words of ghosts are not to be trusted."

"Then I don't believe it."

This time Tianyuan did not reply immediately.

Rinkou didn't look at him either. Kyojuro's face was different from Akaza's. He had never made a little wooden figure of Kyojuro before. The clear appearance in his memory began to blur when he needed to cut it. He needed to concentrate on recalling it.

The silence in the room continued until he carved the face on the wood. When he looked up, Tianyuan was looking at him, but just looking at him without saying a word.

Although he was not the one who was impolite, Rinkou was still willing to give way to the "junior" for a rare occasion. Just like what Kokushibo would do when he didn't understand and didn't know how to respond, he began to explain.

"If you don't think I'm trustworthy, then don't trust me. You're not my friend, so it's okay if you don't trust me. Even if you don't like me and think I'm just a ghost and want to swing a knife at me, that's okay. I can't make everyone like me, so if you don't like me, then don't like me. I like Kyojuro, and Kyojuro is my friend. It's fine if he's willing to trust me. As for you, it doesn't matter."