Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 231 Purgatory

"Tanjiro, you have completed the training here. There is no point in staying here any longer. Move on and go to the next training location."

"Ok!"

"Ah, since you're leaving, please help me send this guy to Purgatory. He should be quite worried about this guy."

"No problem! I'll get Rinko there safely!"

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There was naturally nothing to discuss about the outcome of the game, and Lin Guang naturally reaped the fruits of victory, but to be honest, it still made him feel a little troubled that this group of people had really turned from panicked mice into biting rabbits. After all, even if they were just bugs, flying around in front of his eyes one after another would make people feel that they were causing trouble.

The sky gradually brightened, and Lin Guang felt his heartbeat quicken before he noticed the light around him. He raised his eyes and looked towards the white east. When he caught a glimpse of the red clouds, his heartbeat became clearer.

What is it like to live under the sun?

Lin Guang didn't know that he didn't even have a yearning for the sun, no desire, no obsession. If he had to say what he was afraid of, it wasn't clear. He was not afraid of the sun, but death. But this fear of death ultimately did not come from him.

But it comes from the cells flowing in the blood vessels. It is the inherited memory. He is not the one who is afraid of death.

So what is his, what is left to him.

Maybe it's just what's in front of me.

Before the sunlight officially visited the forest, Lin Guang got into the box first. He pulled the wooden door from the inside, locked himself in the small wooden box, and rejected the invitation from the daytime.

There were wooden boards behind him, under his feet and around him. The enclosed environment provided a subtle sense of comfort. The small space where only his own heartbeat could be heard clearly gave him a sense of security. When he closed his eyes, everything returned to complete darkness. This moment belonged only to him. He didn't need to think about anything, did not need to do anything, just wait.

It was a pity that someone disturbed his peace. The light illuminated the darkness, and even without opening his eyes he could feel the disturbing brightness.

"Hey, kid, although I know you want to sleep, don't go to bed yet. There are still some preparations to do."

Then there was a noisy sound. Lin Guang didn't even bother to open his eyes, but the other party obviously didn't intend to tolerate him. He stretched out his hand and pulled him out of the box.

It was a familiar procedure, blindfolding himself and plugging his ears. At least this time the box was not filled with wisteria flowers. The last time he was sent to Mitsuri, he didn't smell any scent other than wisteria flowers after leaving the box, and his nose and head were almost choked by the smell.

Tianyuan's hands were very skillful, and the whole process was carried out extremely quickly. Lingguang just raised his head and yawned, and the cloth strips were tied, and when he lowered his head, his ears were already blocked.

But to be honest, you can't see anything in that box, so what's the point of hearing? Can anyone tell where they are going by just by the constant shaking in the box? If you really have the ability to do that, what's the point of covering your eyes and ears?

After all, if you're really worried, wouldn't it be safer to just knock the person out and take him away?

But Lin Guang didn't say such words, he just complained in his heart. He moved slowly into the box. This time he didn't need to grab the door, the door panel was fastened from the outside. He only heard a vague sound, maybe it was a farewell, maybe it was an instruction, or maybe it was a sigh that he finally left. His ears were blocked and the sound was vague.

This is difficult to distinguish.

The box was lifted. Judging by the speed at which it was lifted and the thud as it fell, it must have belonged to Tianyuan. The sound that followed was also inaudible, but the tone was enough to discern the identity. A familiar word seemed to escape the chaos. Perhaps they were sending him to someone they knew, but the name mentioned was hard to tell.

Which side has more good or bad?

Rinkou wasn't sure, but it would be nice to have a change of venue, if only it was Kyojuro.

Maybe today Kyojuro would be willing to become a ghost, he hoped so in the darkness.

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A crow flew through the bushes, flapping its wings, its feathers scraping against the green leaves, making a rustling sound. Then it reported the direction in a rough voice. Tanjiro nodded in response, but spoke after running a few steps.

"Ah, but I have to go to Mr. Purgatory first. Where is he?"

After a brief thought, the crow gave some guidance, and Tanjiro braked and changed direction before continuing forward.

"Although we're heading to the next location, where exactly are we going? Since we're not going in the same direction, then we shouldn't be training with Mr. Rengoku first. Who could it be? I was in such a hurry when I joined the training that I didn't have time to ask properly. I should have asked. Does Rinkou know?"

Tanjiro subconsciously asked the boy in the box behind him, but got no answer. It was only a step too late that he remembered that the boy's ears must have been blocked again.

With no one to chat with him, Tanjiro felt a little lonely, which was rare for him.

As he ran, the box was slightly lifted up by inertia and then fell behind him. Because the length of the rope did not fit his body shape, Mr. Rengoku was slightly taller than him, so maybe it would be more suitable for him to carry it in his team uniform. This box was also different from the size Tanjiro was used to, it was smaller and lighter. I don't know if it was because of the box or the boy.

When you reach out and touch it, you can lift it up slightly.

"Rinko is so light...even lighter than Nezuko..."

Is it because Rinkou is younger... No, it's because he is thinner. Even Nezuko was not this thin when she was Rinkou's age.

Is it because he was very thin before he became a ghost? If he is so thin, did he not eat well when he was a child?

Tanjiro spent this quiet time in endless reverie.

Unlike him, Rinkou in the box was thinking in silence, thinking about everything he could think of, and became tired in thinking, until he lost the boundaries of time because of the silence and fell into a long-lost sleep.

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"Rinko."

The sound seemed to come from far away. Lin Guang did not realize what the sound was, but just heard a call in the darkness, simple syllables, perhaps calling someone.

But he didn't know who was being called. He looked around, but there was no vision in the darkness, so he couldn't see or distinguish anything. After one sound, there was a second sound, and this time he seemed to be able to distinguish it. He heard that someone was calling a name.

A name called Rinko.

Cold light.

As he clearly realized the name, the dark world began to collapse and a feeling of falling enveloped him until he opened his eyes in a trance.

"Rinko, it's already night!"

The first thing that caught my eye was a fiery red. I blinked again and thought about it before catching up with the body that had fallen to the ground.

"Kyojuro."

"Yes! It's me! You were sleeping so soundly! Are you too tired?"

Lin Guang sat up from the ground. His last memory was being stuffed back into the box, but this was obviously not a box. This was a martial arts training ground. Beneath him was gravel on the ground. When his palm moved, it touched the cloth that he had just used as a pillow. It was snow-white with red at the corners. It was a cloak. He realized it belatedly.

"Rinkou? Are you okay? Do you need to rest a little longer?"

The man was asking him.

Lin Guang withdrew his hand and shook his head.

"No, I'm fine. Tell me how I can help."