Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 284 Paper Plane

If he had to rank the things he liked, Lin Guang might have been troubled all day and might not even be able to come up with a list in the end. But if he had to rank the things he disliked, the first thing that would undoubtedly come to mind would be fighting.

Even Douma has to give in before a fight, but Rinkou is so determined and sincerely doesn't like fighting.

Fighting is a meaningless thing. The ending is nothing more than one side surviving and the other side dying. It is certainly not advisable to let yourself die, so what is the point of letting the other side die? Whether it is a human or a ghost, all things will only respond to your voice and give feedback to your behavior when they are alive. If they are dead, they are just dead things, just like the land under your feet, the stone in your hand, and the fallen leaves floating above your head. You can't do anything except step on them, kick them away, and crush them.

Lin Guang does this kind of thing every day. Every second he steps on the ground, crushing some dust and leaving some tree sap in his palms. This kind of thing is meaningless.

Fighting is such a meaningless thing.

He couldn't understand Akaza's obsession with this behavior before, and now he couldn't accept Sane's enthusiasm for this activity. Although even if Sane was accompanied by a little Banei, they wouldn't be a difficult combination, but this still didn't affect Rinko's thoughts. Such behavior was meaningless. He didn't like it, so he didn't want to participate in it. So when Sane walked forward with little Banei, the first thought that came to Rinko's mind was to run.

Run if you can, stay away from them, and hide if you can't.

After all, they couldn't find him.

Shimi really couldn't find him, and even if he called Xiao Banei, it would be difficult to find him in such a mountain where he had disappeared, but they knew who could find him.

Kyojuro was called over and became the bait to call out Rinko's appearance, luring the boys hiding in the woods, under the trees, and in the cracks of the rocks to show up on their own initiative, and then instantly starting the next round of hide-and-seek without a reward.

This was really boring. Before Shimizu was about to use the same trick again and let Kyojuro start calling for help, the man who arrived late became Rinko's savior.

A man with a stern face, cold and calm, like a pool of clear spring water, walked silently, and did not make any noise or arrogance when he arrived. Even his greeting was just a light and flirty one.

"Wait a minute."

Obviously, this man was even more attractive to Shimizu and Obanai than to Rinkou. The three of them started arguing the moment they met, but it was mainly Shimizu and Obanai who were arguing. The new man had no words to say except "hmm" and "oh", as if he didn't even know a third interjection besides this.

Lin Guang did not rush out to attract fire at this time, but turned around and slipped away to sit aside, doing nothing, hoping that no one would notice him.

A long-lost silence enveloped him. It had been a long time since Lingguang had been alone like this. In the past, he had kept it to himself more often. When did the noise around him start? It was too long ago, so long ago that he couldn't remember clearly. He had just unconsciously become accustomed to the noise. So when everything around him really quieted down, he was a little uncomfortable.

"what……"

A deep breath and a meaningless sigh were swept into the passing wind. The wind took away the sigh and brought footsteps, which were very light steps that I had never heard before.

The man walked over quietly and sat down. It was not until Lin Guang turned around to look over that he realized that there was actually another living creature under the tree next to him.

"Rinko. My name."

"Giyu, Tomioka Giyu."

Just like Lin Guang's first impression, he was a cold and aloof person. Even his voice was like that. He spoke a few words lightly, but each word seemed like a raindrop falling on his shoulders with the wind, leaving a clear mark on his clothes.

"You are a water column."

"Ah."

It was the only answer that could be arrived at after reasonable deliberation and speculation, and it received a noncommittal response.

A very strange person.

This is Rinko's second opinion about Tomioka Giyu, following the adjective used by Qingquan.

Phantom.

"This is the first time I've met you."

"Ah."

"Shiya seems to be very interested in you. I should thank you, otherwise I would have to continue to be lectured by him."

"Need not."

"Isn't Shiya chasing you anymore?"

"Ah."

"How did you find this place?"

"I walked here."

He responded to everything Lin Guang said, but every response seemed nonchalant. Should I say it was as if he wasn't listening, or should I say as if he was listening but not caring?

Every sentence has a response, but every sentence has no destination.

Whether what Lin Guang said was right, what was right about it, and why it was right, there was no answer. He was just responding, as if expressing himself and listening to me.

"Tanjiro said you're a very nice person, but I think you're a bit strange."

"Ah."

There was a slight pause this time, but the final answer did not deviate from that eternal particle.

Lin Guang was not good at talking to himself. He looked at it for a while and finally took his eyes off the piece of wood.

There is not only one piece of wood that can only hum with the wind, but also leaves floating down from overhead. The leaves are yellow, with only a little green at the roots, as if shouting that the tail of summer is still shaking. In fact, many leaves have fallen around. Autumn is coming soon, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, when the green above the head turns yellow and the yellow disappears from the branches, it means that autumn has officially arrived.

Autumn, and then winter will come. Of course, they will not come so soon, but they will come earlier than the spring which has already disappeared.

How would he spend this winter? What would the snow feel like under his feet? Rinkou had forgotten a bit. How cold were the rivers in winter? Rinkou also had a vague memory. What was it like in the hot springs Akaza had taken him to? He had no idea what that felt like.

"What is Rinko thinking?"

This was a more familiar sound than the sound of footsteps, coming from the youngest boy.

"Thought nothing."

This scene seemed to have happened before, even the mood and time were somewhat similar. Lin Guang raised his head, and what he saw seemed familiar. The young man was standing in front of him, and as soon as he raised his head, he completely occupied his field of vision. Could he see the young man's reflection in his eyes, just as he saw it?

Lin Guang couldn't help but be curious.

"But just now, when I called Rinko's name, Rinko didn't hear it."

"You didn't say my name."

"Ah, I was discovered."

The boy was not ashamed or upset about his clumsy lie being exposed; instead, he seemed to smile because of it.

This seemed to be an invisible signal, a scene different from the past, and a turning point.

"Rinko, do you want me to play with you?"

The person who sent the invitation has changed, and the person who received the invitation has also changed.

The first person to extend his hand was Lin Guang. His small hand stretched out from the bottom to the top and spread out. Another equally small hand hidden under the wide sleeve followed slowly.

Everything is the opposite of what it was before.

"Okay."

Fortunately, the answer is the same.

The force came from bottom to top, and Wuyilang subconsciously exerted force backwards, trying to pull up the boy sitting on the ground, but the force below was stronger, and in the end he also sat down on the ground.

"Muichiro, please teach me how to make a paper airplane."

Rinko said so.

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A meaningless sentence.

A nonsensical suggestion.

But Wuyilang had already agreed before that, so he had no choice but to ask Xingming for some papers.

The sudden request for paper attracted the attention of others.

Sometimes there are such inexplicable things in the world.

The one who went out was Muichiro with empty hands.

The one who came back was holding a pile of papers in his hand, with Kyojuro, Mitsuri, Kobanai, and Shimizu following behind him, one after another, in a long string, like a mother mole with her babies one after another, biting the tail of the one in front, forming a long string. Even the 'mother' herself didn't know how many 'babies' were following her.

Apparently, not only Rinkou was confused by this. Giyu, who had been sitting here from the beginning, also blinked when this group of people came out, as if he couldn't react to what was happening.

"We all saw this guy here, Tomioka, why are you in cahoots with him and didn't even tell us?"

It was Shimi who took the initiative. The other party's expression, which was originally considered good, changed to impatience in this second. The man calmly found a place for himself under the shade of the tree.

Yiyong, who was named, did not say anything, but just lowered his head as if thinking about how to respond more appropriately.

"He's right here, needless to say."

There was a brief silence, even quieter than when Rinko was sitting alone, and then there was the crisp sound of bones being squeezed hard, which Rinko often heard when warming up in Akaza.

"Hey, Tomioka, what do you mean?"

Although he wasn't yelling like he usually did when he was furious, Lin Guang could still sense the heavy anger in him. However, it seemed as if someone was unaware...

Lin Guang looked at Giyuu who was sitting as steady as a mountain. The other party even looked at him in return, with no intention of talking to Sane, who obviously had some misunderstanding with him.

"This guy is sitting right here and doesn't need any reminders. Anyone should be able to find him. I'm like a blind man who didn't see him and still needs your reminders. Is that what you mean?"

The sound of bones crackling one after another seemed to be the prelude to a declaration of war, but the other person just couldn't detect the slightest smell of fireworks that was almost choking.

"Rinko doesn't know how to make a paper airplane?"

Before the real fight started, Muichiro's voice saved the world.

"...I don't know, so I need Muichiro to teach me."

After a brief silence, there was a firm answer. Muichiro was a little surprised, but he sat down, unfolded a piece of paper, and demonstrated step by step how to make a paper airplane. It was not a difficult job, and Rin learned it quickly.

"This is how Tokito folds it, mine is a little different!"

Kyojuro watched the two people folding paper airplanes with great interest, and simply started to fold them. The final product was indeed quite different from the two paper airplanes.

"Ah! In that case! Let's have a paper airplane throwing contest! Mr. Fuzugawa and Mr. Tomioka, come on! Whoever throws the farthest wins!"

Mitsuri suddenly spoke loudly, and her abrupt proposal caused people on both sides to fall silent for a short time.

"what?"

It was Sane who raised his eyebrows and raised his voice, but before he could say anything, Kyojuro stood up and choked back the rest of his words.

"That's a great suggestion! Let's all try it!"

Kyojuro held up the plane in his hand, put one hand on his waist, and had his usual cheerful smile on his face.

"Okay, if it's about throwing paper airplanes, I won't lose to anyone."

Following closely behind was Muichiro, who had also folded his plane.

"Then give it a try, Busui."

Obana's response became the last straw that broke the camel's back for Shimi.

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This scene is really rare, so rare that at a glance others would find it a bit weird. A group of people are sitting quietly here in a circle, each with a few pieces of paper scattered around their hands, and some even have a few folded paper airplanes on their hands. Everyone is either cross-legged or pressing their feet, frowning and pursing their lips, concentrating on studying at what angle the paper in their hands should be folded to make the most suitable and perfect airplane.

It is said to be eerie because the people sitting in a circle here are none other than the pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps. They have always been brave and fearless, always holding swords, standing there, and rushing to the front where danger is most severe.

But putting aside such titles and heavy responsibilities, the scene before us is extremely harmonious. A group of people who are still young and can still be called children sit together, you lean on me, I press you, and occasionally quarrel with each other to defend their paper airplanes.

Putting aside all the titles, positions, and responsibilities that others have given him, all Lin Guang could see when he raised his head was a group of children.

A real group of children.

Life is just beginning, it is the best time.

"Are you all ready?"

Kyojuro raised the paper airplane and stood up first.

Then one figure after another stood up, and one paper airplane after another was raised.

Every airplane raised was more or less different, and Rinkou was no exception. Initially, he wanted to learn how Muichiro folded airplanes, but he learned other folding methods first. Now, when he watched and did it, he would also have some traces of the instructions of his predecessors. The learning was not smooth at the beginning, and it became more difficult after Kyojuro opened his mouth for the first time. Kyojuro, Mitsuri, and Muichiro all wanted to give some pointers enthusiastically, so the airplane finally born in his hands also had the shadows of different people, which looked a bit strange. Rinkou gently shook the airplane in his hand, and was even a little unsure whether this paper airplane could fly out.

"Mr. Iguro's plane is so cool."

This is Mitsuri's voice.

"Buzukawa is surprisingly good at folding airplanes."

Wuyilang sighed softly.

"Can this even be called an airplane? Can it fly?"

This was Shimi's ridicule, and the object being pointed out was the particularly unique paper airplane in Giyu's hand, which looked like a butterfly with wide wings.

"It can fly."

Yiyong was not frustrated at all, and nodded in the affirmative.

"Then let's try it."

"Let's see if you can still be arrogant later."

"We agreed that after one, two, three, we'll throw them out together!"

"one--"

This is Mitsuri's voice, a voice unique to a young girl.

"two--"

Mixed in with it was the voice of a teenager.

"three--!"

I don’t know whose mouth spoke the first syllable, I just remember that in the end everyone seemed to open their mouths, and paper airplanes flew out from their hands one by one, rushing into the sky and flying into the distance. Some were straight, some were ups and downs, some were shaking, some were like flapping butterflies, and some seemed to be riding their own wind.

For no reason, a gust of wind blew, and the paper airplane, which was already falling, flew up again with the wind and was gradually blown to an unknown distance.

Where will it fly to?

Lin Guang was so curious.

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"In the end, since they were both flying so far away, I couldn't tell who won."

Of course, the competition was held more than once, but the wind would not stop for a moment. The paper planes that flew out at once flew away with the wind. In the end, no one knew who would win, and no one felt that they were the loser. Even Lin Guang, who folded a strange plane, felt that he should have defeated at least one person.

A game with no winner.

"Then consider it a win."

Lin Guang leaned against the tree trunk, his arms resting on his legs, and raised his head to look at the sky where no planes were flying anymore.

"Anyway, even if someone loses, they don't need to train twice as hard."

The boy chuckled.