Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 115 Sleep

His body fell from the table, his feet stomping on the ground, and Rinko walked to Kyojuro's side.

He squatted down, looking at the rope tied around his wrist, one end connected to the girl, the other to Kyojuro. If he just left it like this, Kyojuro would probably die in his dream without knowing it. Actually, this couldn't be said to be a bad thing, but he just couldn't help but make more assumptions, imagining what would happen if Kyojuro didn't die in the dream, imagining that they were still friends, imagining their next meeting, Kyojuro said he wanted to go back and have a good talk with Makijuro, and said he would tell Makijuro that he had met someone who was protected by Makijuro in the past.

At least he could go back and tell his father everything, as a reward for helping him block the sun.

Lin Guang thought so.

So he reached out his hand, grasped the rope, and clenched it tightly. At that moment, the girl's life and Kyojuro's life were placed on an invisible scale, and the right to decide was placed in his palm.

"Since it's an errand, there should at least be some privileges... We're all ghosts anyway, so even if we act a little unruly, it shouldn't matter."

He exerted force with both hands, and the rope deformed in front of his eyes. He closed his eyes and opened them again. The darkness only obscured his vision for a very short moment. When he opened his eyes again, light and the sound of the rope breaking appeared together. In such a short time, let alone the children who were still sleeping, even if Nightmare was standing next to him, he would not have been able to stop it.

You will probably be asked why, but it's okay not to give an answer.

The broken rope was thrown away carelessly, and Rinko sat on the ground and untied the knot on Kyojuro's wrist.

If I had to give a reason, it was probably just because he wanted someone to remember him. When Kyojuro told Makijuro about their reunion, when Makijuro heard all this, he might understand that everything in the past was built on lies. He was indeed a little different, a little different from ghosts, but also different from humans.

Waiting is something Rinkou is not unfamiliar with. He has become accustomed to such days over the long years. While waiting, he was thinking and considering whether to untie the rope on Tanjiro's hands. What if Tanjiro woke up and told Kyojuro that he was a ghost? What if Tanjiro drew out the Nichirin sword and decided to kill him? Should he accept such a fate as in his dream, watching the Nichirin sword coming towards him, and calmly facing his death under the quiet gaze.

Lin Guang doesn't want to die yet.

At least not now.

He grabbed the rope, put it down, and just sat on the ground until Kyojuro slowly woke up from his dream.

"Rinko...?"

Rinko didn't know what Kyojuro dreamed about, but he had experienced those dreams himself, and there was no doubt that they were realistic enough, so this reaction did not seem strange. It only took Kyojuro a few seconds to go from confusion to clarity, and then he immediately realized that all this was a trap set by the ghost.

The good news is that Kyojuro didn't ask why he woke up, nor did he ask why the people around him were still asleep. He just looked at the broken rope, then looked at the people around him who were still sleeping, and finally patted Rinko's head.

"Well done! Since you know how to wake me up, you can definitely wake them up too! I'll leave this to you!"

"......it is good."

The red flames cast a long shadow. Rinko looked at Kyojuro's back, then turned to look at Tanjiro in front of him. Having lost his support, the boy fell on the chair, tears continuously falling, hardly looking like he was in a good dream.

"Tanjiro, what should I do?"

Lin Guang asked the boy who would not give an answer. The rope was wrapped around his palm twice, grasped and released. Finally, he grasped the rope tightly and broke it.

The string of reason seemed to have snapped along with the previous rope, otherwise why would he be saving people now?

Tanjiro is no longer his friend, nor will he ever be. After opening his eyes, he might choose to cut his neck first instead of chasing Nightmare. Tanjiro might even catch up with Kyojuro and tell him there's a ghost in the carriage.

In Rinko's imagination, no matter how things develop afterwards, it will not be what can be called a good ending. No matter how you think about it, everything will only develop in a bad direction. He should not have broken the rope and should not have saved Tanjiro. If Tanjiro died, his secret would be hidden.

Kyojuro might find out, but not now. They could have a proper farewell, just like they had with Makijuro.

It took Tanjiro longer to wake up. When the boy opened his eyes, he was still a little confused, as if he had not been able to extricate himself from the dream. His eyes went from being distracted to focused, and he was only one step away from seeing a sharp light.

He clearly saw the eyes regain clarity. Tanjiro quickly stood up and instinctively grasped the long sword hidden under the haori, his hand gripping the hilt. The next step should have been to draw the blade, but the movement just paused and time just stood still.

"Rinko?"

It was an uncertain tone, but the voice was gentle. It didn't sound like he was facing a ghost who was his enemy, but rather like he was facing an old friend who he had met again after a long separation. He had almost forgotten the other person's outline, but it was hard for him to believe that they would really meet, so he had to rely on the name to confirm his identity.

"You should have continued your action and cut off my head instead of stopping there to ask my name. If your name is not Tanjiro, this mistake is enough for you to die a thousand times."

Lin Guang pointed at the hand holding the hilt of the knife, his tone calm but firm.

"No. I'm not going to chop your neck off, at least not now."

This is different from what was expected.

completely different.

Tanjiro did not swing the knife to cut off his neck, but rushed out with the knife, chasing after Kyojuro's back, leaving Rinko sitting in this carriage, waiting quietly.

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why.

Lin Guang asked himself, why didn't Tanjiro kill him? Why didn't he kill him like in his dream?

He's done that time and time again, hasn't he? That's how Tanjiro should be: gentle, yet determined, never letting go of his hatred for demons.

After a long wait, Rinko waited for the two to return, both in a state of disarray, especially Tanjiro. Kyojuro looked just as energetic and radiant as when he left, not even slightly like he had just been through a battle.

"Rinko! Well done!"

Kyojuro walked up to him and easily lifted Rinko, who was sitting on the ground, high up.

"Does Mr. Purgatory also know Rinkou?"

Tanjiro walked over and asked softly.

"Yeah! I've seen him before! Does Kamado-chan know him too?! As expected of Rinkou! He's so popular!"

Kyojuro put him down and proudly answered Tanjiro's questions.

But Tanjiro didn't say anything for a long time. Rinko tilted her head and looked at Tanjiro, and Kyojuro turned around and looked over.

"Rinko. Come with us. There must be a way. Come with us."

Tanjiro walked up to Rinko, squatted down, and extended his hand to him.

Ah. I see.

No wonder he felt something was wrong.

No wonder Tanjiro didn't swing his sword at him.

It turned out to be the case.

“I’m dreaming.”