Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 264 Lin Guang Favorability +1+1+1

The verbal dispute escalated into physical contact during the back-and-forth confrontation, and the broken wooden sword failed to stop Uzui's urge to teach the rude "junior" a lesson.

He didn't even go to find a new one, but continued to attack with his bare hands. His fists were not much slower than the knife. It could be said that after losing the weapon in his hand, Busai became more flexible. His strong resilience allowed his legs to fly from any possible angle, heading straight for Rinkou's not-so-high head.

It was a subtle, somewhat familiar feeling, but where was the familiarity? While dealing with the torrent of fists, Lin Guang pondered the answer to this question.

The sweeping attack came without warning, and Rinko, with his faster reaction speed, raised his hand to block it, and used the force of his arm to knock back the kicking leg. Busei used the force to swing sideways and punch, but the punch was accurately caught by the small palm.

There was no technique at all, it was simply that his speed was fast enough to keep up with his fist, and his strength was strong enough to catch his fist, but other than that, there was no finish, no skill, no technique, no buffering or force relief, and all the force he used in his punch was caught by him.

Busei could even clearly hear the sound of bones dislocating at that moment, but at the same time, the bones that had moved returned to where they should be.

How could this not be considered cheating? Relying on their status as ghosts, they didn't need to worry about casualties, didn't need to study for years, didn't need to work hard for years, didn't need to delve deeply into every move and form, didn't need to practice day and night, didn't need to pay the price. They were born with advantages that humans couldn't even dream of.

It's totally cheating.

"cut."

The sound was not loud, but the emotion was so strong that it seemed as if the words could be turned into a blade.

"Um......?"

A lighter muffled sound came from Rinko, and the rising sound was almost not heard, but in fact the previous sound was also drowned out by the sound of the wind when the fist was swinging. Busui didn't hear his confusion, but Rinko thought that even if he heard it, he probably wouldn't explain it to him.

Busei was very angry and dissatisfied, but his mood seemed different from before. He became serious. It was inexplicable, but he did become more serious.

The petite palm could not hold the clenched fist, so it was reasonable that it was thrown away. The fist came more fiercely, but no matter how fast Busei accelerated, Rinkou could catch up. The fist was destined not to land anywhere other than the palm.

The wind was born from the intersection of the fists and palms, and continued to grow with each clash, until the surrounding rubble was cleared to form a conspicuous area.

"Are you just a punching bag? You useless fellow! Why don't you try to fight back?"

The roar was even more inexplicable than the dissatisfaction just now. Lin Guang frowned slightly, confused and bewildered.

"Don't hide like a loach! Come at me!"

Even this kind of scolding seemed familiar.

Lin Guang heard these words, but had no intention of changing. He still maintained his own style, parrying, retreating, and dodging.

This way of fighting seems to be cheating. It only blocks and does not attack. It relies on its own advantage as a ghost and its recovery ability to extend the battle line indefinitely, waiting to exhaust the opponent's physical strength before easily gaining victory. It is not a brilliant tactic, but it is a relatively smart approach.

But intelligence has never been associated with Lin Guang, and it was the same at this time. This tactic might be used for that purpose by others, but it was the complete opposite for Lin Guang. He did not do it to win, but to avoid losing too badly.

The unique fighting style comes from his long first half of life. Rinkou, who was not strong enough yet, was forced to develop such a fighting style during his growth. The procrastination behavior is not waiting for the opponent to run out of energy, but just expecting the opponent to lose interest. Cats will subconsciously pounce on the existence with its back to it, dogs will instinctively chase the running prey, and ghosts are the same. The existence is closer to instinct than humans and has an irresistible interest in the game of chase.

What Lin Guang did was not to run away, not to give the other party a chance to chase, but not to expose his neck to the other party, creating the illusion that he was a tough, boring and unpalatable bone to chew, hoping that the other party would lose interest just like that.

After all, at that time, most of the opponents he fought against were ghosts. To be more precise, he was mainly targeting one of them.

what......

Lin Guang suddenly knew where that subtle sense of familiarity came from.

Memory and time are really a pair of wonderful brothers. Memory will keep you in the past, but time will push you and make you move forward continuously. In the process of moving forward, new memories are constantly loaded, recorded, and saved. You are filled with all the new things inside, and the old past is gradually buried, as if everything in the past had never happened.

But everything still exists objectively and is still there, so when at a certain moment, that sense of déjà vu appears before your eyes, that moment when you are 50% similar to an old friend, you will be dazzled.

Then you suddenly realize that you have actually been staying in the past.

When was the last time he'd fought Akaza like this? When was the last time Akaza had complained about him? When was the last time he'd sat with Akaza? When was the last time Akaza had messed up his head?

The past came like a tide without warning, and at that moment Lin Guang realized that he was not walking on the earth, but had always been drifting on the boundless sea. He just sat on the driftwood for a while and then complacently thought that he had been reborn.

The battle was called off for no reason, but it seemed as if there were signs. Two shadows, one big and one small, sat parallel to each other in the corridor, and the distance between them was enough to accommodate all the team members training there.

The courtyard illuminated by moonlight was in a mess. Silence surrounded the courtyard, and silence also participated in it. Only the breathing sound beside me could be heard clearly.

"Tanjiro, where have you been?"

An abrupt topic. Shimi thought about many things, many possibilities that boys might talk about, any topic except this one.

Why would this guy think of this even more jerk guy at this time?

"Let's go. We're going to the Sad Island."

"He finished training so soon?"

"No, he was driven away."

The child's curiosity was the most annoying at this time, and the natural questioning made Shimi clench his fists and his tone sounded impatient.

Shiya was thinking in his heart how to answer if the other party continued to ask why, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't come up with a good answer. It would be better to say that he didn't want to answer that kind of question at all. This kind of thing was not suitable to be shared, not to mention that the person sitting next to him was a ghost.

But unexpectedly, those eyes looked at him, and before Shiya was about to speak to stop him and prevent the other party from asking questions, the boy spoke first.

"No wonder, I said Tanjiro wouldn't be able to pass this kind of training so quickly."

Shiya instinctively turned his head and saw the boy's expression of matter-of-factness, and his eyes blinked at him.

"Am I wrong?"

Well, although it is very tactless to mention that brat named Kamado, this little guy is indeed more likable in comparison, just a little.