Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 138 Taiko no Tatsujin

"So, you broke Cola and Kongxi's necks with your kick... and then you started fighting them with your angry staff."

The deep, hoarse yet childish voice came from a boy who had been away for even longer than Kong Xi Kele. The protagonist of the story he was telling was currently sitting on the ground, playing with his drumsticks, with the weight completely distributed on his arms, his head barely resting on his shoulders.

"Yeah... But to be precise, it wasn't just a kick. I used kicks, smashes, hammers, I used all sorts of methods... To be honest, I didn't mean to involve Ji Nu. It was that idiot Kele who didn't see carefully and blew Ji Nu away. What was originally a good game suddenly turned into a three-on-one melee... Aren't they really cheating? Ji Nu's staff is not easy to use at all. If it discharges electricity in my hand, it will only shock me as well. But Ai Jue refused to give me his spear..."

The boy's tone changed from calm to helpless. As he spoke, he sounded more like the innocent and pitiful victim. If Zeng Potian hadn't already grasped the truth from the quarrel in those guys' minds, he would probably have sided with the boy.

So, of course, support is not allowed; but there is no need to blame or scold either.

It wasn't Lin Guang who started the fight first. Cola and Kong Xi also decided to accept the invitation to the game on their own. It was just a fight between two people who were willing to do so and one of them refused to admit defeat. If we have to say who was at fault, it would be that those two guys were not smart enough and were easily fooled by a kid.

"How did you defeat them?"

Lin Guang's gaze shifted momentarily from the drumstick in his hand to the pillow behind him. Zeng Potian was watching him, his face expressionless, his brows furrowed slightly as he remembered. He had assumed Zeng Potian wouldn't hold him accountable, but he hadn't imagined he wouldn't even care about those people. But he quickly regained consciousness. Ghosts were like that.

Even if he kicked Douma in two, Akaza would probably just say "well done".

"A little trick."

Silent gaze is an invitation from the elders. From another equally silent person, Lin Guang has accumulated enough experience in dealing with elders.

"It's vampire magic, like this."

A hand stretched out, gradually approached, and grew larger in Zeng Potian's sight until it touched his eyes. The cool palm was no different from his body temperature. When they were close together, because of the boy's gentle movements, he even had the illusion that there was nothing covering his eyes.

As the extremely light force moved away, the moonlight did not come, and the light was absent from the eyes' invitation. Zeng Potian tried to turn his head and look in another direction. He was clearly aware that he was blinking, but the field of vision that should have existed was only pure black, blacker than the darkest night, so black that it had lost its clear boundaries.

"That's why Cola and Sora suddenly lost their way."

Zeng Potian understood in his heart that no one would be able to continue looking for a child faster than a mouse in such a sight.

The answer was revealed. After a snap of the fingers, the moonlight finally arrived, and from darkness to light, Zeng Potian felt the glare of the night for the first time.

"Correct."

Lin Guang's voice seemed to be no different from the one that Zen Potian had in mind. It was still gentle, still dull, and there was still no sign of happiness or sadness in it. The eyes moved away from his face and looked at his drumsticks again. Zen Potian couldn't figure out what was so interesting about that.

"It suits you very well. It's very much your style."

From a certain perspective, this sentence sounds not much different from the teasing of Kongxi or Kele, but Linguang does not feel dissatisfied with this sentence. Maybe it is the difference in tone, or the subtle change in words, or it may be that he likes Zeng Botian a little more, so he is more tolerant of him.

"Yes, that gentleman said so too."

The shoulder he supported himself on didn't move at all, but the other free hand didn't stop. The sound of teeth tearing flesh and blood was clear. Even the bones were easily deformed like snow, and crushed by harder teeth like the skin of fried chicken. The smell of blood and flesh was right behind him. Such a close distance was enough for the aroma to fill his entire nasal cavity and lungs. The tempting smell of flesh and blood filled his every breath, but Lin Guang had no appetite.

He still wasn't hungry.

Even though he hadn't eaten for a long time, even though he was so hungry that he wanted to eat people on the street, even though he had repeatedly used blood magic and exhausted his physical strength, he was still not hungry. He finally attributed the credit to what was filling every one of his veins, the blood from Muzan. The abundant blood made his body strong enough and made his mind clearer. The only drawback was that being too awake was not entirely a good thing. He occasionally missed the days when he would be dazed and sleepy, feel hungry, fall down when the sun rose, and want to hide behind adults when he saw them.

Very boring, very weak, but carefree. All he thinks about is who to play with, what to eat, and at most trying to remember a certain road or a certain person, instead of so many problems that he doesn't want to face and think about.

"I think you can stay here for a while. You'll be very useful to me."

If the previous words could not be considered a compliment, then this sentence was definitely a compliment. All the thoughts in Lingguang's head were cleared in an instant. He raised his head and looked over. Zeng Potian did not turn around, but just tilted his eyes in his direction, as if he did not care much about his reaction.

"I rarely hear such positive comments, except from Douma, but when he said useful, he meant I have edible value."

Lingguang is no different from before, but also a little different, but after all, not much has changed. Ghosts are always like this. Maybe the appearance will become different, but the inside things will not change. They are like this, and Zeng Botian feels that Lingguang should be like this too.

The pair of eyes that lit up due to the obvious compliment confirmed his thoughts.

This is not just pure praise, but also an objective evaluation. The individual strength of Joy, Anger, and Ai Le is limited. When encountering a strong enough enemy, he has to come out to help. When the four become one, it means that the only power that can protect the main body is almost only Shilong Zi. This is very dangerous, especially when facing an enemy that Joy, Anger, and Ai Le cannot deal with. He cannot notice the changes in the entire battlefield by himself, let alone pay attention to the status of the main body when dealing with the enemy.

Such embarrassing situations have happened before. Hatred exists to prevent the most dangerous moments from happening, but it is difficult to say whether more dangerous situations will arise in the future. If we can have an extra layer of insurance, why not do it?

Lin Guang is a very good helper, whether it is protecting the main body or helping him observe the battle situation. If Lin Guang's blood demon technique is added, he is confident that he can kill more ghost hunters.

The boy had just proved his usefulness not long ago. When there were enough enemies, he naturally neglected the battle situation. He was either too busy to do anything or he was willing but unable to do anything. The idle Lingguang made up for this deficiency. The boy stretched out his hand, beat the drum, and the stone dragon flew out. The precise lightning strike killed the ghost hunter who tried to launch a sneak attack. Everything was under his control. The boy left his side quietly and handed the entire battlefield to him. He did not steal the credit, did not grab the food, did not hold back, and had good judgment. He was the best helper.

"Maybe you should try."

Zeng Botian spoke without warning, and Lingguang didn't realize what he was saying. He just raised his head with clear confusion and pure bewilderment on his face, and a polite smile that appeared as a result.

"Ok?"

"Ah."

The resolute and affirmative nod and the ambiguous low voice could not help Lin Guang obtain any effective information. Who could tell him why these old men liked to leave their words unsaid or not speak at all?

Do they have some unique communication skills that he doesn’t know about???

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Ling Guang didn't understand what Zeng Potian was saying, but he soon found out, because after eating and drinking, Zeng Potian took him to find a group of ghost hunters and handed the pair of drumsticks to him.

"Try it."

?

The smile on Lin Guang's face and the tilt of his head that he couldn't help but ask seemed to be a silent question.

What? Me? I hunt ghosts? With your drum?

"Ah."

And Zeng Potian nodded firmly again

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【tips：

Actually, I wanted to write this title when I first wrote about Rinko meeting Hantengu, but I couldn’t find a suitable place at that time, so I kept it until now.

In the first draft, the group of people who had the best relationship with Rinkou were Poten and Akaza, and because of this, there was a pretty lighthearted chapter. I might write a .5 extra chapter and release it before the Upper Ranks are reduced in number to have fun.]