Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 183 Teacher

"How cruel, Akaza-dono! I just want to help everyone. I have good intentions, but why do you always treat me like this? It really makes me sad."

The fake sad face might be able to fool those believers who had nothing left in their brains, or maybe some ignorant humans, but it would definitely not fool the Upper Moon in front of him. Douma knew it, but he still did it, because Akaza's slightly improved mood had indeed become worse again because of his actions.

The clenched fists and slowly exhaled breath were proof of that.

"But since Master Muzan has already said that Master Yuhu and Hantengou should go together, it would be better for me to stay here."

Having achieved his goal, Douma stopped making trouble and just sat down. He looked like a little wooden man, with his free hands resting on his legs, tapping his thighs with his fingers without showing any sign of being content.

"But seriously, Rinko-chan's head looks like it's completely broken."

Douma spoke softly, his voice full of malice, with a rising tone at the end that contained a hint of laughter.

This is the only sentence that no one refutes.

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Yuhu couldn't tell whether this could be considered as 'escaping a disaster' or 'missing a good show', but at least Douma didn't bother him anymore, so he just bent down and looked at Rinko who was sitting on the ground.

"I don't know what's going on, but I have to go get busy. If anything happens, just call me as before and I'll come. Maybe I can bring you a gift this time. I hope you'll be back to normal by then."

A small hand patted the boy's head. Lin Guang lowered his eyes and did not respond, but Yu Hu noticed that the eyes had swept over him for a moment.

This is enough.

Anyway, when he comes back with gifts, the little guy will always praise him happily.

It won’t be too late to laugh then.

"Mingnu, take me and Hantengou to a place."

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The two relatively noisy ones were sent away by two consecutive sounds of the pipa. Although there were still four left, the room remained in absolute silence for a short time. This scene was quite subtle. At least for Mingnu, it was quite interesting to watch these guys confronting each other and fighting silently.

"Since everyone has things to do, why don't you let me take care of little Rinko? My place is more suitable for him anyway. If he wants to eat, there's everything. Even if he doesn't want to eat, I have some rare blood to share with him."

The hand tried to reach out, but missed, and the boy on the ground was picked up by the man first.

Douma didn't even notice when the other party released the scabbard and reached out. The boy was clearly in his sight, but when he reached out, he grabbed nothing.

"Lord Kokushibo?"

Douma looked up, a look of confusion on his face.

"Lord Muzan has ordered....Rinkou to stay here for the time being and not go anywhere."

This is definitely bad news for Douma, but not entirely for Akaza.

He would rather take Rinko out with him, whether using her as a toy to play with or getting some information about the Battle of Yukaku from her, it would be a good thing for him. But compared to Rinko being taken away by Douma, it would be more appropriate to leave her here and let Kokushibo take care of her.

At least if Kokushibo chose to leave him in the Infinite Castle, Douma would not be able to keep an eye on Rinko and do whatever he wanted.

Since Rinkou's whereabouts had been confirmed and all the information had been obtained, Akaza simply turned around and left with a blank expression.

As for Douma, he didn't want to leave, but when he kept explaining to Kokushibo that he could take good care of Rinko, and tried to explain to Naruto that he could stay here with them, he was ruthlessly sent away by the other party with a sound of the pipa.

The Infinite City returned to peace again, and Mingnu just sat there, as if she herself was just an insignificant part of the Infinite City.

As for Kokushibo, he gave Mingnu a glance, and after the other party nodded slightly, he decisively picked up the small piece of wood in his hand and returned to the area he was more accustomed to.

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Most of the time, Kokushibo believed that nothing that came out of the mouths of these so-called colleagues, who were actually just a bunch of rabble, was reliable and worth listening to.

But this time, Douma's words made some sense.

Lin Guang's brain seemed to be broken.

The head is responsible for controlling the entire body of a creature. If his head is broken, then his entire body will look broken.

Kokushibo didn't know what was going on. Muzan didn't tell him much. He just asked him to take care of Rinko for a while. He didn't even give any clear instructions. Should he teach him something, or just watch him, or should he discipline him?

After all, he had at least made clear a few points from the meeting just now.

The courtesan Taro died. Rinkou was there. Gyokutsubo was also there, having been called over by Rinkou.

Rinkou failed to kill any of the pillars, or even anyone. Judging from his situation, Kokushibo could even clearly judge that not only did he not kill anyone, but he might have been the one being hunted most of the time.

Whether it is the fact that Rinkou did not kill anyone, or the fact that Rinkou may have almost been killed, it both proves at least one thing.

Lin Guang is too weak.

It didn't matter if it was his mind or his body; what mattered was that he was unreasonably weak.

"Lord Muzan said... that during the battle at Yuguo... you didn't kill any of the demon hunters that appeared before you..."

Kokushibo lifted the boy from his hand and brought him in front of him, their eyes met. His eyes were not even focused, but he was looking at him just because of his actions.

"Why. Rinko."

The boy looked at him but still didn't react.

"Have you thrown away your only remaining courtesy?"

Perhaps it was the word "politeness" that made Lin Guang realize that something was wrong, or perhaps it was this rare feeling of oppression that brought him back to his senses.

"Answer...my question. Why didn't you kill those pillars?"

"Because they are friends."

The boy's voice was rarely so rough. Even when he opened his eyes drowsily after falling asleep, it mostly sounded soft and weak, maybe a little sticky, hoarse and low, but it was completely different from the one now.

This sound was more like someone who had forgotten how to speak, as if there were gravel and blades in the throat, scraping the throat again and again with every breath. So when the sound flowed out, it also tore open the old scars, carrying a strong fishy smell.

"who."

"Ghost Hunters. Kyojuro, Tanjiro, they're all friends. I don't want to kill them."

Kokushibo remained silent for a short time. He was thinking and considering. Muzan did not make any demands on him. Such freedom was more like a test and a commission. Smart people did not need overly detailed and tedious communication.

A simple reminder was enough for him to grasp the key points.

Rinko likes to make friends. This is known to all the Upper Moons and tacitly approved by Muzan. He even encourages Rinko to make some friends because this way he can get more information. But this does not mean that Muzan can accept that Rinko will not kill him just because he is a friend, otherwise he would not put pressure on him to punish Rinko in public.

So that's the answer.

Kokushibo realized why Muzan gave Rinko to him.

Because he is different from Muzan, Akaza and others, even different from Douma and Hantengu. He is not a father, not a friend, not a colleague.

Most of the time, he serves as a teacher.

He had to teach Rinko his first lesson after so many years.

"So what about Gyuutaro...Rinko? What does Gyuutaro mean to you..."