Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 177 Battle

This is hard to understand, at least Tanjiro can't understand it.

But this is what happened. Rinkou swung the Nichirin Sword and made a sword flower, and fought with him with moves that looked like the Breathing of Water. But after he said Urokodaki's name, he asked him a question in confusion. He asked him.

"Mr. Urokodaki, who is that?"

It's simply unreasonable.

"You learned every move from him. Mr. Urokodaki still has the wood carving you gave him. You once discovered spruce and lacquer together. The box Nezuko was held in was made of those materials. And yet you say you don't remember who he is now?"

Mr. Urokodaki was half confused and half angry. He once regretted not recognizing that Rinko was a ghost, and later felt uneasy because he frankly told the reality that he was a ghost. Mr. Urokodaki liked Rinko very much, and Tanjiro could smell and see it, but it was obvious that Mr. Urokodaki had been embarrassed by this.

But the instigator of all this, Lin Guang himself, has completely forgotten the other party.

"If you have such a long life, you will get used to days like this, Tanjiro."

It wasn't a lie, Rinkou almost sighed.

Yes, you will always get used to it. Every day is the same, the same long day, the same boring night, being chased by the Demon Slayer Corps, dealing with people who get in the way, every day just looking at humans everywhere, counting stars, there is nothing to do, day after day just goes by like this, you can't tell how much time has passed, because every day is the same, you won't remember when was the last time you met your friends, because they always die like this, humans or demons, it's all the same.

Tanjiro was angry, and Rinko could see it. He could understand but not empathize. The so-called Urokodaki was someone Tanjiro was very close to, and it could be seen from his tone and reaction. But for Rinko, a name that did not exist in his mind, he had maintained the most basic courtesy and called the other party "Sir" instead of anything else.

Lin Guang was used to forgetting, relying on forgetting to get through those boring, sad days. If he didn't do this, what else could he do? The life of a ghost was so long that he couldn't measure it. He couldn't see the end. He knew there were still days to come. Should he remember all the dead, and then what? If he only remembered the dead, wouldn't it be unfair to the living?

"It's all nonsense. If you care about them, you should remember them firmly, in your mind and in your heart. If you don't remember them, then who else will remember that they ever existed?"

The blade was still swinging, even faster each time. Rinko couldn't figure out where Tanjiro got the strength from, nor did she understand why Tanjiro could still stand when his body was in such a state, and even swing the sword at him again and again.

This is not reasonable.

"Unreasonable."

Rinko sighed and swung his blade. This time he no longer used the same sword technique as Tanjiro, but the one he had seen more times and learned for a longer time, the sword technique belonging to Kokushibo.

"It's you, Rinko, who's unreasonable. You've been completely assimilated by these upper ranks. You weren't like this before, and you shouldn't be like this."

Tanjiro's roar was even a little harsh to Rinko.

Shouldn't he be like this?

Such words sounded so familiar, but Rinkou remembered them this time. He remembered that Tamayo had said the same thing, saying that he shouldn't be like this, that he could have a better life, that he shouldn't be like this, and even that it was all Muzan's fault.

But, if he wasn't supposed to be like this, what should he be like? He didn't remember the past, didn't remember what happened before he became a ghost, but if he hadn't become a ghost, then everything that happened after that, even now, would not exist. If he hadn't become a ghost, if he was the way he was supposed to be, then none of this would have happened.

Lin Guang felt that becoming a ghost was the best thing in the world.

"On the contrary, I think the way I am now is the best."

Unlike his silence when facing Tamayo, Rinkou was finally able to speak in the face of Tanjiro's doubts. He smiled and blocked the swinging sword.

"I have to take you back. If you continue like this, you will just become a real ghost."

What does it mean to become a real ghost? Isn't he a real ghost now? He can't bask in the sun and is being hunted by the Demon Slayer Corps. Besides ghosts, are there any other creatures that receive such treatment?

Rinko used to think Tamayo was crazy, but now she is fine, and Tanjiro has gone to accompany her, so they are not alone at all.

Sounds really good.

The game with Tanjiro was very interesting. Although it was unclear why Tanjiro still had the strength to swing the blade, he had the patience to continue playing with the other party to get through the long night.

But the fun ends with the addition of the third swordsman.

"You little bastard, no one can save you this time. I'm going to step on your head, chop off your broken hands, and then twist off your legs!"

Shiya's roar sounded far louder than the demon's wails.

Rinko's palms relaxed and then clenched again, adjusting the way he held the sword. It was still not standard, but for him it was enough to make it easier to exert force. The blade deflected and attacked Tanjiro. This time the attack speed was much faster than any previous one. Tanjiro tried his best to block it, but the sudden increase in speed was still beyond what he could bear.

Can't escape!

The sound of the wind whistling in was more piercing than Daki's scream, followed by the sound of burning flames.

The two blades struck almost simultaneously, severing the blades, followed by the arms holding the handles. The attack did not end there, this time the blades attacked the legs.

But before the severed hands even had time to hit the ground, a new Sun Blade appeared in an instant, appearing out of nowhere and blocking the blade's forward momentum.

It was a brief moment, but it was enough for Lingguang to adjust his stance and create distance.

How difficult. Lin Guang complained in his heart.

The roar of Jifutaro came from a distance, which could not be called a good omen. The clanging of swords and sabers was clear enough to be seen even from such a distance. The explosions were dense and could be heard from one end of the street to the other. This was bad news, without a doubt.

And even more troublesome news came after that, like a thunderclap, lightning lit up the night sky, and a figure rushed out from the ruins and headed straight for Duji.

The playful thoughts disappeared instantly, Lingguang took a shallow breath, slightly bent his calves, and was obviously gathering strength. It was obvious that he was not the only one who realized that the situation on the battlefield had changed.

The three blades were chasing and blocking him, with a clear target. Even if they couldn't kill him, they would stop him.

"Stay out of the way."

The moment the palm was raised, it was cut off by the blade, but before the blade could even finish its downward trend, the hand appeared again.

"Clouds and fog."

The brief gap was enough for Lingguang to leap up and chase.

"stop!"

But Rinko forgot that even if he lost his vision, there was still a guy in this group who was troublesome enough. Objective things cannot be truly erased. Tanjiro chased after him with a blade in hand, and followed by two other voices following this guidance.

Daki's scream was like some kind of signal. Rinko could hear her own heartbeat, but she could also hear Tanjiro's roar from behind her. That guy seemed to not care about his own life at all. He kept swinging the blade even though he had completely lost his vision. What made Rinko even more upset was that the direction of the other party's swing was completely accurate. Tanjiro was now the damn stumbling block that kept hindering him.

After all, shouldn't this guy have been lying down a long time ago? His body should have reached its limit a long time ago, so how come he can still move now?

Kyojuro and Saneya were unable to determine his location, but they were able to approach him according to Tanjiro's guidance, and their large-scale slashing covered a wide area, forcing Rinko to find another direction to move forward.

But time waits for no one, and every minute and every second now is precious.

I can’t get rid of it, I can’t run away, I can’t get around it, what should I do?

Lin Guang's mind was working frantically. The moment he stepped back, the small pot on his wrist collided with the hilt of the knife. The crisp sound could almost be ignored in the noisy battlefield, but it woke Lin Guang up from his dream.

The rope on his wrist was pulled off, and the small pendant in his hand became an ornament that could be placed on the table. With the sound of surging water, Tanjiro clearly felt a sense of oppression.

"Oh my, that's rare. Little Lin Guang also remembered to come to me. Let me see what trouble you are in."