Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 181 Little Wood

Lin Guang's brain was broken.

This is Douma's final evaluation.

As for why there are so few other upper ranks who refute him.

That story begins about ten minutes ago.

At that time, Douma had just been summoned into the Infinite Castle by Naruto.

Infinite Castle is not a strange place for Douma, but it is a different matter if he is called here by the other party without any warning. The last time he was called here like this, he realized that there was more than one ghost here when he landed. It was hundreds of years ago. At that time, an Upper Moon died and he later recommended Kifutaro and others to fill the position at the Upper Moon Meeting.

So it seems not difficult to guess the reason for this call.

The problem is that.

Who died?

Douma thought to himself, Lord Kokushibo doesn't seem like someone who can die easily, Lord Akaza doesn't look the same, and as for Gyokutsu and Hantengu, it's even harder to say. But if someone really wants to die, the first name that comes to mind is Rinkou, right?

After all, the child has always been weird. He didn't like to eat people before. It would have been fine if he just ate some human food, but he also liked to make friends with humans. It's not that there is anything wrong with making friends with humans, but if the purpose of making friends is not to eat each other in the end, it sounds a bit weird, after all, we are all ghosts.

Not really human.

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The one who arrived before Douma was Akaza. He was also clear about the reason for being summoned. Unlike Douma, he was curious, but more of a person of anticipation, because he hadn't heard news about some people for a while. It would definitely be a good thing if he could hear news from someone who was not the other person's real demon after a long time.

So he quickly rushed to the center of the venue and came before Mingnu. Lord Muzan had not arrived yet. This was good news. From now on, he just had to find them one by one...

For a long time, the dog was still the same. It chose a place far away to hide itself, shivering constantly and muttering some random and meaningless nonsense.

When I turned around, I saw the fallen pot.

It's rare that Yuhu is even slower than Bantian Gou.

But the confusion was soon resolved. Not just one pot fell, but two. The jade pot came out of one of them, and from the other, tentacles stretched out that seemed to be wrapped around something. The tentacles were tightly wrapped around, and under Akaza's gaze, they touched the ground and loosened, and the long-lost Rinkou appeared on the ground.

Actually it’s not been that long, but what’s with this horrible look?

"Didn't this guy get dumped with the prostitute Futaro? Why is he following you here? What's going on?"

At this moment, Akaza temporarily put aside the news of whether Douma was dead or not. He walked to the boy, bent down, put one arm on his knee, and the other arm naturally fell on the boy's head. He rubbed his short hair with such force that the head shook left and right uncontrollably.

Under normal circumstances, she would have been stared at by a pair of eyes. Maybe the boy would say something, maybe something unpleasant, or maybe something interesting.

In short, it shouldn't be like this, with no reaction at all.

The relaxed hands exerted force, easily gripping the head and forcing the boy to look up.

There was blood on his face, too. His eyes were the same as usual, a deep blue, with clear text, but they seemed different. What was different? Akaza didn't know, nor did he pay much attention. His gaze then turned to his neck. It was clean, not stained with blood, and it didn't look like he was injured. The torn clothes and the bloodstains on his arms and thighs could explain to him what the boy might have experienced.

The splattering blood represented the rapid regrowth of the severed limb, leaving the blood on the body's surface, much like the blood that would have stained his arm when Kyojuro cut it off.

"The neck isn't broken, and no matter how the arms and legs were broken, they wouldn't be like this, right? Is it the head that was damaged?"

Akaza raised his head higher, even sniffing a little closer, but there was no unpleasant smell, nor did it seem like it was poisoned. How strange.

"I didn't do anything. I just helped out a little when Lingguang asked me to come over, and brought him back from the battlefield."

Yuhu leaned back the moment Akaza turned his gaze away, distancing himself from everything.

"battlefield?"

Akaza caught the key words, he let go of the boy's head and paid more attention to Yuhu. It was obvious that he was looking for an answer.

"Yes, on the battlefield, over at Yuugaku, Gyuutarou died, along with his sister. Several pillars came over there, but Gyuutarou couldn't even handle two of them. As for that Dakimaki, she was even beheaded by a brat who wasn't even a pillar. She was incredibly weak."

Yuhu's tone was flat. Compared to the deliberate sarcasm and contempt on the battlefield, this time he was more casual, as if the killing of an upper-rank official by a pillar was as trivial as him casually killing a few humans.

In fact, this is true for him. If the upper ranks die, they die. As long as he is not dead and Rinko, whom he needs to pay more attention to, is not dead, it doesn’t matter.

As for the other upper ranks, it would be convenient for them to die, and maybe the adults would even get a little more blood. However, although he went there mainly to pick up Rinko, the fact that he ran there but did not kill any of the pillars cannot be changed.

But even if it wasn't because of his inaction, if Lord Muzan knew that Jifutaro was killed by the Hashira and Rinkou didn't kill anyone, he would probably be angry.

So would he be blamed? Would he be punished? Yu Hu thought about this, and even felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

"Just a few pillars, and they killed the prostitute Taro? Tsk, they even threw Rinko there to help them, but in the end it was useless. They couldn't even beat them, and they couldn't even protect this kid."

It would be a lie to say that he was not disappointed. Akaza clicked his tongue lightly, because Jifutaro was useless, and because the bad news did not come from Douma. The news from Yuhu undoubtedly proved that it was not Douma who died this time. This was definitely bad news.

But it doesn’t matter. Douma will die sooner or later. The only difference is at whose hands he dies. He doesn’t lack this time.

"So what happened to him? He wasn't the one who died, so why is he like this? He looks like a piece of wood."

Akaza reached out and tapped the head again, but Rinkou didn't respond, no sound, no reaction, and let her body sway under his prodding.

"So I don't know. He was fine when I went there, but he became like this on the way back. But speaking of which, he became very strange on the battlefield, constantly talking about helping Jifu Taro and other nonsense. Then, after Jifu Taro died, he became like this."

Yuhu was almost as confused as Akaza, and those little hands were pretending to wrap around each other and hug each other.

"Really? Is Gyuutarou dead? That sounds so sad~"

A voice that even ghosts would dislike came from behind, a shadow loomed from above and behind, and the hand naturally reached out towards Lin Guang.

Gyokutsuchi witnessed everything from the nearest seat. Douma approached from behind and naturally bent down to pick up Rinko, but the focus at this time was obviously not Douma or Rinko. Gyokutsuchi paid attention to Akaza's reaction.

Akaza blinked slowly as if he didn't notice Douma's arrival, until the hands picked up Rinko, but without blinking, the palms on his knees loosened and clenched again, just an arc of lifting, the attack that could not be captured by the naked eye instantly broke the outstretched arm into two pieces, and Rinko fell to the ground, but there was more blood on his body, and there was a pool of blood on the floor, but they all avoided Akaza who was squatting steadily on the ground.

"What is Akaza-dono doing?"

It only took the blink of an eye for the almost broken arm to recover. Douma tilted his head and looked at his recovered palm. He tried to grasp it a few times and asked naturally, his eyes falling on Akaza.

"Nothing, I just thought your hands were a little dirty."

This is completely looking for trouble, even Yuhu can see it.

A silent war ensued between the two Upper Moons, but even so, the boy who fell to the ground remained in a rare state of absolute silence.