Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 280 Fighting Spirit

Lin Guang had no concept of the passage of time. He had no idea about it in the past, but after a period of hard work, he briefly mastered a skill that could allow him to remember things for a period of time. However, after even longer years, he completely forgot this useless skill.

There's no way, his head is so small, and what he can remember is always limited.

Besides, for ghosts, remembering time is really meaningless.

There is lush green above the head, full of vitality. The layers of leaves block the sunlight and give ghosts a chance to appear in the daytime. The wind passing through the palms no longer carries an irritating temperature. If you count it, it is probably nearing the end of summer. One day, maybe tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, when the first yellow leaf floats and falls naturally, the prelude to autumn will be opened.

The changes in nature have always been obvious, and Lingguang can at least distinguish the changes in seasons.

But the shorter periods of time in between, such as one or two days, one or two months, are difficult to distinguish.

If you ask Tanjiro, he will probably remember clearly how many days it was that Rinko had visited here, but Rinko sat on the ground, counting over and over again on his fingers, but he couldn't get an accurate number. He couldn't remember how many days it was since he came here, nor how many days it was since he left the city.

This is normal. For creatures with short lives, every minute and every second of existence is precious, and every day spent will never come back. Therefore, it is particularly important to try hard to remember everything. We need to cherish every single thing that happened in the past, what we are having now, and what has been agreed in the future.

But to ghosts, all this seems meaningless. The past, present and future, what can exist will exist forever, and what will disappear will eventually disappear. What once existed briefly will disappear soon. Even if you try hard to remember, as time goes by, mountains and rivers will become plains, rivers will disappear, grasslands will become wasteland, and everything will just disappear.

This was normal for a ghost, and for him, it was perfectly normal, whether it was ignoring the passage of time or forgetting something along the way.

What's more, what's the point of remembering things that no longer exist?

It's just a waste of energy.

The thrown gravel lost its chance to fly after reaching the highest point, and fell under the force of gravity, hitting the palm heavily and knocking other stones, making a rattling sound, one string after another, ringing rhythmically, as eternally steady as the heartbeat in the boy's chest.

"What is Rinko doing?"

The sound came from a higher position, and the stone that fell on the palm of his hand stopped jumping. Lin Guang raised his head and saw Muichiro standing in front of him.

His mind immersed in the debate did divert his attention, but at least he shouldn't have been completely unaware of someone approaching. Perhaps he was too relaxed, or perhaps it was because this non-hostile approach was indeed difficult to notice, just like he was most of the time, often ignored.

"Did nothing."

Lin Guang responded, and as the words came out, everything in his mind was thrown out of the window, and the stone in his hand flew up again and fell down again.

"Oh - is that so - but Rinkou didn't even hear your name being called just now."

Muichiro bent down, and the distance, which was not very far to begin with, was instantly wiped out by most of it. Muichiro was very close, so close that Rinko could hear the beating heart pumping blood through the skin.

"I really didn't do anything. I just sat here in a daze, thinking about what I should do now. I can't help with Xingming's affairs. Shimizu asked me to wait for Kyojuro here, but Kyojuro has been busy with Tanjiro's affairs since he came. Why is Muichiro here?"

The more childish voice always can't help but express more clear emotions, like a hint of loss that is revealed unintentionally, like a subconsciously raised ending tone. The face still maintains a deliberately calm expression, but the head has been slightly tilted to one side, which is the uncontrollable curiosity.

"My training is almost over. I heard from the lord that he had something to tell us, so I came here early. Also, I heard that Lingguang is here."

It was a half-and-half answer, half expected, half unexpected, but no matter which half it was, Lin Guang felt better after hearing it.

"Will you play with me, Muichiro?"

The rubble was scattered on the ground, and Lingguang extended his hand in invitation.

"Okay."

Another equally slender and small hand stretched out from the wide sleeve, shook hands with his dusty hand, and easily pulled him up from the ground.

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There are obviously some problems with Rinko's definition of play, but fortunately, Muichiro himself doesn't have much understanding of play. He doesn't have any idea about how children should play with each other or what they should play. So when Rinko suggested that they fight, Muichiro simply found a wider place as the venue to give the other party enough space to play.

The flat-bottomed wind was quite eye-catching, but fortunately the place they chose was remote enough and there were not many people left on the mountain, so it did not attract another group of spectators.

"Muichiro is making rapid progress."

This is an objective evaluation. Even from Rinko's perspective, Muichiro's strength is definitely among the best. The few swordsmen who can have such excellent strength have no advantage at all compared to Muichiro's age.

"Rinkou is always like this, praising others for being so great, but it's obvious that they can't even touch the corner of Rinkou's clothes."

The gap in strength was objectively laid out before his eyes. It was difficult for Muichiro to say whether Rinkou was strong enough or not. The two of them were clearly in such a limited space, but the swinging wooden swords could not catch up with the shadow no matter what. In the past, at least they could collide with each other, but now they couldn't even touch the corner of each other's clothes. It was really a blow.

"Xia's Breathing, Qi's Form, Halo."

It was clearly summer and a sunny day, but clouds appeared strangely and inexplicably on the plain, like a rainstorm, blocking the view.

"What an incredible trick."

Lin Guang spoke softly, and the entire land was covered with clouds and mist. The boy's figure appeared and disappeared around him, as if he could split himself into two. If he was facing other people or ghosts, the effect would definitely be very good. After all, it was a very powerful move.

The sword came out without any warning, from between the clouds, from far to near in less than a blink of an eye, and the boy dodged the precise sword strike with equal precision. If he failed once, he would try a second time. But until the clouds dispersed, Muichiro still failed to catch up with the boy.

"Why is it that Rinko always manages to dodge it?"

The wooden sword fell on his shoulder bit by bit, Muichiro did not hide his confusion, and Linguang tilted his head.

"Because you can see it, you can avoid it. Muichiro is as bright as a star at night, so of course you'll notice him."

Lin Guang stretched out his hand, raised it high, gestured in the air, and expressed his thoughts in an exaggerated manner.

Muichiro couldn't quite grasp it. He clearly couldn't see them, so why did he say they looked like stars? Why were they so bright? Whether it was an optical illusion caused by the speed or the harsh environment, it must have affected his vision. Even if Rinko's eyes were sharper than his, the fog should have at least affected them.

"I don't understand why either. This is something Akaza taught me. All living things have fighting spirit. As their strength grows, that 'fighting spirit' will gradually become more and more obvious. Muichiro has that thing, so even if there is fog all around, as long as you can see clearly where you are, you can find it. Hmm - it's as easy as finding a burning torch in the woods at night."

"That sounds really hard to understand..."

Wuyilang crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side, dragging out a long sigh and couldn't help but sigh.