Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 207 Rin

"You still look the same as before."

The girl's smiling face was reflected in his eyes, but it seemed to overlap with another figure in his memory. This was not how Shinobu should look, but more like Kanae.

Ah... he remembered that Kanae was dead, killed by Douma.

Is it because of nostalgia? Is it because you can't let go? Is it because you miss her so much that you want to remember her? So you act like your older sister, Kanae?

Such a question was obviously too rude, Lin Guang realized, so he just thought about it in his heart.

But if all everyone saw was Kanae, where would the Shinobu in his memory go?

The one who died was Kanae, but the one who was left behind was no longer Shinobu. Both of them died on the same night. It sounded like a piece of news that did not make Rinko happy.

"I still prefer the way Shinobu was before."

Lin Guang blinked, and the other party was stunned for a moment. The smile on his face gradually faded, and after a brief silence, he chuckled helplessly.

"Rinkou is still the same as before, very incomprehensible and slow-witted..."

This sounded like a reproach. Lin Guang's head tilted slightly to one side, at an angle that showed confusion, curiosity, and incomprehension.

"What did I say wrong?"

He asked rhetorically.

The shinobi who was questioned just shook his head slightly.

"No, Rinko is still Rinko. She's always been Rinko, and that's fine."

Rinkou didn't understand such words, but Shinobu said that this was good, so that was good.

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The long-awaited reunion was unexpected, yet also seemed inevitable.

It's really ridiculous to say that she met a ghost when she was already old enough to know nothing about ghosts, and became friends with that ghost. They knew each other for so many years, and then they separated because they knew the existence of ghosts. But after so many years, they met again because of ghosts.

After going around in circles for so long, I still couldn't escape the word "ghost".

Shinobu felt that the world was really wonderful. She had gained so much happiness at such a young age because of the demons. Her father was saved from death or serious injury because of Rinko. She was able to spend a safe and happy childhood because of Rinko, but she lost her home because of the demons. She and her sister joined the Demon Slayer Corps. Many years later, she lost her sister because of the demons again, but it was like a compensation. After her sister left, she met Rinko again.

After going around in circles, she seemed to have returned to the beginning. She stood here, looking at the box that Shima had brought. The box was placed in a corridor where it would not be exposed to the sun. The door was opened, and a figure crawled out of the box that was exactly the same as it was many years ago. It was as if many years ago, Lin Guang was sitting there eating the dessert made by his mother, and she was looking at him in the sun, wondering why he couldn't bask in the sun.

The boy moved slowly, and when he noticed someone in front of him, he raised his head. His eyes widened from bottom to top, and when he saw her face clearly and heard her voice clearly, he even forgot to close his mouth.

Even those eyes were the same as in his memory. When they looked at him, they were like a mirror, reflecting her appearance. Lin Guang must be very surprised. He could see it and guess it.

Maybe he was surprised at their reunion, maybe he was surprised that she was still alive after so many years, or maybe he was just surprised that he was brought to her.

But the surprise was short-lived. She caught sight of something else on that face. What was that expression? Confusion? Helplessness? Lost? Perhaps even regret?

Because of what?

Shinobu got the answer before he could even think of it.

"I still prefer the way Shinobu was before."

what......

It turned out to be the case.

It's really helpless.

Her sister's death was a huge blow to her. During that period, she was almost shrouded in anger and sadness to an equal degree. Such a state was really unstable, and such emotions were really dangerous in such a job.

Ren knew clearly that she couldn't die yet, at least not now. She needed to continue living, getting stronger and more powerful until she could avenge her sister. Only then would she be considered successful. So she reached out from the swamp and dragged herself out of that night step by step.

She hid everything deep in her heart, in corners where no one could see her, in the darkness, beneath the blade. Her sister was different. She was kinder, gentler, and stronger. She could understand the difficulties faced by ghosts, but she couldn't do that. She only felt deep hatred for the ghosts who killed her sister. She only wore the mask more firmly and deeply against the evil ghosts who were full of lies day by day, as if the smile was already growing on her face.

Everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps carries his or her own responsibilities. Behind everyone is a sad or desperate past, and the lives of family members or friends are on their shoulders. Those who died need to be remembered, and the debts of those innocent souls need to be repaid by the living.

Perhaps the Demon Slayer Corps was too busy, or the atmosphere was too intense, so no one had time to notice that the people around them were quietly blurring their outlines and losing their original appearance.

"Rinkou is still the same as before, very incomprehensible and slow-witted..."

Holding back a helpless chuckle, the boy tilted his head towards him, confused. He didn't understand why she said that.

"What did I say wrong?"

The boy asked her and Shinobu shook her head, a smile returning to her face.

"No, Rinko is still Rinko. She's always been Rinko, and that's fine."

He is different from other ghosts, always sincere and frank, and his eyes will always hold the cold light of others. Perhaps it is because she encountered such a cold light when she was a child that her sister has always had expectations for ghosts. She found it difficult to agree in the past, but now, at this moment, seeing the boy nodded thoughtfully and calmed down, she seemed to understand it a little.

This world is really strange. Ghosts are such evil and ugly creatures, but when they were young, they met the most different one. It was such a small probability event, but it happened to them.

Rinko, ah Rinko, you are like salvation, but also like a curse.

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"what is this?"

Lin Guang looked at the syringe in front of him and the bottle next to it, and spoke uncertainly.

"It's a potion with some special ingredients added. It's very effective against demons, but considering that Rinko is an Upper Rank Zero, the effect will be less. So it won't be fatal, but there will be some side effects."

Shinobu spoke frankly.

Lin Guang looked at Shinobu, then at Shinobu who was squatting beside him, holding the handle of the knife and looking at him, and his gaze returned to the syringe in front of him. The bottle was opened in front of him. His nose twitched and he smelled a light fragrance, a mixture of some he recognized and some he didn't. There was also a unique smell of herbs mixed in, which was something Lin Guang didn't recognize very well.

But in any case, he stretched out his hand, the sharp needle tip pierced the flesh, the medicine was injected into the body, and the wound healed the moment the needle was removed from the body.

"Is this okay?"

Lin Guang tried to move his hands and arms, and tilted his head.

There is no strange feeling.

"that's it."

Shinobu nodded slightly, and Lingguang finally had the right to move freely, although it was limited to indoors.