Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 241 Night Tour

Wooden swords and iron swords are different after all. Lin Guang tilted his head and swung the wooden sword in his hand. He felt that it was so light that he was not used to it. He still preferred the real sword. The heavy weight, the cool touch in his hand, the explosive sound of cutting through the wind when swung, the subtle feeling of obstruction when hitting something, and the refreshing and smooth feeling after chopping it off. All of these were different from the wooden sword. Even the sound when they collided was crisper, like a bell.

Instead of the sound of wood colliding like now.

It’s not that Rinkou hates wooden swords, but when comparing the two, I still think he doesn’t like them enough.

"Rinko, do you want to rest for a while?"

It was Muichiro who made the invitation. His head turned first, and the boy's bright smile was reflected in his eyes. Then his body came over. Rinkou turned sideways, as if thinking. He tilted his head and glanced at the team members on the ground who were panting like windmills that had forgotten to be oiled, and then looked at the other team members on the other side who were holding their hit wrists and whose arms were shaking constantly.

It was obvious that this group of people would not be able to recover for a while. Even if they were forced to wake up, they could only barely lift their swords and could not perform at the level they should have.

"coming."

He then took the wooden sword and took a step forward, moving towards Muichiro.

"Master Tokito, should we also..."

When Rinko walked to Muichiro's side, he heard a voice behind him. When he turned around, he saw a pair of eyes full of expectation. Muichiro turned his head with him. The difference was that Rinko's face was always indifferent, while Muichiro's face turned cold in an instant.

"What are you thinking? You can't do any of my requests. There are so many of us, but no one can touch Rinkou. If you still have the energy, stand up and continue practicing sword swinging. If you have time, practice one-on-one until you can cut the wooden sword in half."

The wailing sounds and the responses mixed together, and Lingguang found it subtly funny, and he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.

"That's truly terrifying, Tokito-sama."

Rinko smiled at Muichiro.

"Tanjiro, do you want to take a break?"

Muichiro withdrew his gaze and looked at Tanjiro who was sitting on the ground. The person whose name was called just shook his head and waved his hand.

"No, I'm fine here...you guys can just go."

Tanjiro, who had just finished high-intensity training, took a deep breath, stood up without anyone urging or reminding him, and began to practice according to the suggestions just given by Muichiro.

"Come on, Tanjiro."

"I will!"

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Unlike the bustling scene in the house, when you walk out of the room and close the door, all the noise and bustle are left behind. The sun in the distance has lost its shadow, and only the clouds in the west prove that the sun still exists, but this place will no longer be covered by sunlight.

However, Lin Guang still subconsciously followed behind Muichiro, hiding in the boy's shadow. It was not until he realized that the sun had set and the shadows had become blurred that he walked out from behind Muichiro and followed him.

"What does Muichiro want to do?"

Lin Guang raised his head and spoke without hesitation.

"Didn't I say we were here to rest—"

Muichiro had a smile on his face and his gentle tone didn't sound fake, but Rinkou tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing it.

Rinko had a rough estimate of Muichiro's level. It was not accurate and could not be quantified precisely, but at least he could realize it. For example, if a group of people in the room beat him up, he would not feel any pressure. For example, even if Tanjiro came and fought with him for an entire afternoon, Muichiro would not be exhausted.

So it would only be a reason, an excuse to make it easier for them to leave the room. They could leave in his name and using him as an excuse. Those people had their own things to do, and even if they wanted to be lazy, they couldn't get up for a while to see what they had done.

"I don't think Tanjiro can make you feel tired. For you, this level is totally insufficient. It's barely even a warm-up. So, is there something else you need to do?"

Lin Guang laid out his thoughts frankly, lifted the wooden sword in his hand, weighed it on his shoulder, and put his other hand on his waist, with a look of pride on his face as if to say, "I knew you were up to something, and I must have guessed it right."

"Rinko says that as if I'm some bad person."

Muichiro drawled, using an innocent tone as if he had been wronged.

"I just wanted to take Rinko to do something interesting. For Rinko, this kind of battle is not enough."

"That's right...

Such speculation cannot be said to be wrong, but it cannot be said to be completely correct either.

Rinko felt that it would be difficult for Muichiro to understand his thoughts, because in fact Rinko himself did not quite understand it either.

For example, he hates being bored, but he doesn't like being too busy. Or, he just wants to do interesting things instead of spending time doing things he has never thought of.

That includes combat.

As a ghost, it would be strange if he didn't like eating, so even if there was another one who didn't like fighting, Lin Guang thought it was reasonable.

"So Rinkou, are you going to join me for real training?"

There was anticipation in Muichiro's eyes. Obviously, he was looking forward to fighting with Rinko, and even to having other people join the battle. But he was not sure about Rinko, but he had nothing to do at night after all.

Compared to fighting, perhaps boredom is more terrifying.

"Let's go then."