Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 169 Things are changing

The hands slapped on the head one after another. Even though the opponent had tried to restrain the strength, for Ringuang, whose body still remained in the childhood of a human, such force was enough to make his neck feel oppressed. Almost every slap made his bones rattle.

Tengen's reaction was quicker than Rinko had anticipated. After a brief moment of surprise, he instinctively turned back, their eyes meeting for only a fleeting moment, his attention focused on Jifu Taro. The man stood there briefly, observing, perhaps thinking, or perhaps both simultaneously. In any case, Rinko saw the twin blades raised once more, a gleam of reflected light flashing through his eyes.

Several meters of distance were wiped out in just one breath. This time, his subjective consciousness was faster than his subconscious actions. When he saw the reflection of the blade, he was already prepared. He was just waiting for the other party to close the distance. He easily prepared to counterattack and was ready to kick the knife away, just like every time before.

But the man seemed to have fully anticipated his action. When he raised his leg, what he was greeted with was not a safe smooth surface or the back of a knife, but a small black ball that flew out completely from his blind spot.

Rinko remembered this.

Bad things that explode.

But the force used could not be taken back. He was prepared for the explosion and had already planned to quickly regenerate his legs after the explosion and then block the blade.

everything's ready.

But the plan was not implemented in time.

A hand grabbed his loose collar from behind and pulled him backwards. The opposing force was clearly resisting, and one could sense the hand exerting its full strength. The Flying Blood Scythe rushed forward from behind, meeting the explosion in his place. The smoke from the explosion drifted before his eyes, and the sound of iron clashing was clear as the blade was blocked by the sickle.

Lin Guang, who was flying along with the force, subconsciously adjusted his body posture in the air, but before he was ready for collision or landing, he crashed into Daki's arms. The other party caught him easily, even though Daki didn't even have time to wipe the tears from her face.

"I'm not so embarrassed as to need a child to help me. Besides, he's just a pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps..."

His tone was filled with disgust, but both the direction of the throw and the timing of the hand were astonishingly accurate. Lin Guang could see that this was just Jifutaro's occasional stubbornness, and he could also hear that there was more helplessness under the tone of feigned disgust. He could never see clearly the true nature of human beings, and sometimes he couldn't figure out what was in the heads of ghosts, but at least he could tell the difference between good and evil, and he could still tell who was good to him and who wished him well.

"Kids, just do your kid stuff and go play. If Akaza and the others knew you were the one who needed their help, they'd probably laugh at me."

A crooked back, a thin figure, a sunken waist and abdomen, frizzy hair, two legs supporting the body that were almost like two sticks, and bony hands hooked two heavy sickles.

This wasn't the look of a hero in a story, and the contrast was even more pronounced when he stood before the man called Tian Yuan. He was taller, more robust, well-dressed, with regular features, and no ugly marks of disease or scars on his face or body. That was the look of a hero in a story.

But it was this guy who completely protected him and Daki behind him at this time, using not so nice words and not so gentle actions to firmly and resolutely separate them from danger.

"okay."

Rinkou agreed readily. Daki helped him up, and Rinkou jumped onto the roof lightly. As Jifutaro said, he just stayed in a safer place and did not move forward. But in fact, even so, Jifutaro was able to fight with Tengen with ease. With the help of Daki, Tengen had almost no advantage. The little things that were used to sneak attack him at the beginning could only be used to slightly divert their attention at this time, trying to give himself a chance to dodge and escape.

The one who changed the situation was Tanjiro who rejoined the battle, bringing the yellow-haired guy and the wild boar with him. Rinko squatted on the eaves, looking around curiously, but even if the three of them joined in, they would not have much advantage as Daki had one of her eyes taken out by Gyuutarou. Gyuutarou and Daki still had the upper hand in the battle, and Rinko did not even need to participate, she could just watch.

In fact, there is room for intervention. After all, although he is not good at fighting, his reaction speed is very fast. But, as he said, he is not good at fighting and does not like fighting. Moreover, the upper ranks are possessive of their own food. Allowing him to eat together is the other party's courtesy, and not interrupting the other party's game is his courtesy.

It is not easy to keep both sides in view, but with a little consideration in mind, you will know where to put your center of gravity. With this in mind, Rinkou naturally set off to catch up with Tengen and Gyuutarou.

If it were before, perhaps he would have prioritized following Daki, who needed more protection. When had he learned to make this trade-off? He didn't know. There was no source to trace back to, no experience to accumulate. It was as if he suddenly realized that this was the right thing to do, and so he did it. It didn't matter if Daki's head was chopped off. As long as Jifu Taro was fine, these ghost hunters were no problem.

But in reality, Gyuutarou's fight wouldn't be a problem without him getting involved, after all, Tengen wasn't any stronger than Gyuutarou. Even with Tanjiro, it wouldn't be enough, as the fight continued like this, with more slashes, both of them would be poisoned, and then they would just be irreversibly heading towards death.

If no fourth person tried to interfere.

Click.

The sound was not very obvious. It was probably the sound caused by something being activated or moved. Lin Guang looked over and saw a familiar shadow.

He lowered his body's center of gravity and easily jumped across the street with the accumulated strength. The attack from top to bottom was silent, and what exposed him was the shadow cast by the moonlight. Hinazuru looked up instantly, and the kunai flew out faster than his sight, and the sharp weapon easily pierced into his flesh, but Rinkou also landed in the next second. Hinazuru had no time to dodge and was forced to let go and jump to the side, while Rinkou took advantage of the situation and pressed the huge unknown device hard against the eaves.

"I say, even though you all call yourself ninjas, it's not appropriate to keep using these random things of unknown origin."

He raised his hand and grabbed the kunai that had pierced his flesh, pulling it out and throwing it aside. The wound healed instantly. Hinazuru stared at him, their eyes meeting each other's, a look of shock and no regret. Rinkou raised his leg, and as he brought it down again, the heavy force destroyed the equipment beneath his feet, leaving only a pile of kunai on the ground.

"Since you like throwing these things so much..."

He bent down, picked up the kunai at his feet, and casually threw it at the other party while speaking. The force he threw was enough to make the kunai fly straight towards Hinazuru like an arrow.

"Then try it yourself..."

Hinazuru quickly dodged the kunai, but was immediately attacked by the second and third kunai. The boy was neither polite nor merciful, and treated her obviously as an enemy.

"Rinko!"

She subconsciously called the other person's name, but such a call only caused a brief pause. The boy was still holding a kunai, looking at him without blinking. In the short two seconds, Lin Guang realized that she was just calling him meaninglessly and didn't want to say or do anything. So the next kunai flew towards her again, and three of them flew from bottom to top, aiming from legs to head.