Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 238 Same as before

"You're too slow, sir. If it were any other ghost standing before you, you would have died more than four times by now."

His body flew up and down lightly, and at the moment of landing, his hand knife landed on the wrist of the man holding the knife, just like a dragonfly touching the water, and stopped at the right point. It did not let the opponent's wooden sword slip out of his hand directly, but it was enough to make the man feel the pain clearly.

This was a reminder and a warning. As the commentary ended, the boy's body once again left an afterimage, creating a relatively safe distance between him and the man.

"Is that all, sir?"

The boy stretched out his hand and hooked his palm in the air. This time it was not an instruction, but a pure provocation.

The man attacked again, rushing forward with two knives in each hand. The boy did not react when he noticed him approaching. It was not until he was close enough to touch him with just a swing of the knives that the boy suddenly disappeared from sight.

There was no sign at all, as if it had vanished out of thin air. A pair of eyes couldn't even catch the afterimage, and the eyes couldn't track it. There was only the empty floor in the field of vision, and the swung blade naturally had the only outcome of missing.

Several failures taught the man some experience and lessons. The moment the boy disappeared, he became alert. He had no time to retract the blade that had swung in the air, so he simply turned around and looked at the blind spot behind him.

"There is progress, but it is too slow, sir."

The boy's voice was like a ghost's call, and it came from behind again. This time, it was the instep that touched his arm. With a steady, accurate and fierce kick, the palm holding the wooden sword instantly lost its strength, and the kick that followed made the wooden sword fly out of his hand completely.

"Well, now you're completely dead."

A declaration echoed along with the sound of a wooden sword hitting the floor, announcing the end of the battle.

"How can we possibly catch up with such a fast speed?"

The man standing there hadn't even fully recovered from the attack. His arm was still in pain from being kicked, and his palm was twitching slightly, unable to even control it freely.

The boy who was being commented on walked slowly past him without even glancing at him. He just walked to the wooden sword that had fallen on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and turned it twice as if it were a stick. The blade and the handle drew beautiful circles in the air.

The blade rested on the back of his hand, and Lin Guang found a delicate balance point, allowing the wooden sword to remain balanced horizontally on the back of his hand.

"The ghost will only be faster, and it won't just stop at the target. If you miss, be prepared to pay the price. And if the knife slips out of your hand, you can quickly think about what to say in your last words."

Lin Guang spoke lightly, using the calmest tone to give the most realistic yet cruel warning. As he spoke, he walked forward towards the man.

The wooden sword hovered on the back of his hand. As his tilted palm tilted, Lingguang raised his arm in an arc, allowing the wooden sword to circle around his hand twice. As he raised the back of his hand, the wooden sword broke free from his control and flew up in a spin.

Lin Guang reached out and grasped the tip of the knife, turning the handle towards the man in front of him.

"The Nichirin Sword is your only weapon. If you want to save your life, if you want to survive, if you want to win, you must hold on to your sword. If the sword leaves your hand, you will die."

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"Rinkou is a little stricter than I thought."

Like Kyojuro, the training here also has short breaks. The only difference is that this break is not for these team members, let alone for Muichiro, but is specially reserved for Rinkou by Muichiro. The other team members are still standing there swinging their swords over and over again. After a hundred times, it will be two hundred times, and after two hundred times, it will be four hundred times. After four hundred times, if they can still lift their arms, they will all go to the yard to chop wood to make dummies.

"Really... I think Muichiro is much stricter than I thought."

Lin Guang looked up at the figure standing in the field, swinging the knife again and again. His gaze did not attract attention. When some people noticed that he was looking at them, they would look back curiously, but when Muichiro followed his gaze, those people immediately looked away, and some even shuddered subconsciously. This was undoubtedly a manifestation of Muichiro's oppressive power.

He is such a gentle boy, Rinkou is even willing to use the word "cute" to describe Muichiro, but when facing these team members, he is indeed quite scary, especially when the opponent loses and he scolds him, even the team members who have played against him are more afraid of Muichiro.

"He's even scarier than me. I always thought he was such a gentle person."

Lin Guang withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the boy sitting next to him. The boy was not angry because of his comments. He seemed to be aware that other people in the field were full of fear of him, but he obviously didn't care about it. Muichiro supported his hands behind his back, leaned back slightly, raised his head like a child, and sighed deeply.

"There's nothing I can do. They're totally unimpressive. I wish they were as good as Rinko."

It's called a complaint... but to Rinko it sounds like a completely coquettish tone... In terms of tone, it's actually similar to Douma's, because Douma also likes to speak in this tone, aggrieved and pitiful, like he's playing tricks, like he's coquettish, but in reality, Muichiro's tone is many times better than Douma's.

"Are they all as good as me... That sounds like a really lofty goal."

Lin Guang has never had a real sense of how strong he is, but he has a clear understanding of how weak these ordinary team members are. However, he was also very weak in the past. He could only lift the Nichirin Sword, and even swinging it seemed unfamiliar and difficult. He has experienced too much time from being so weak to being like this now. If this group of people want to reach his current level, it will probably take even longer.

Fifty years? Or a hundred years...?

"After all, they are not Muichiro. It is understandable that they do not have such talent."

Lin Guang sat up a little straighter, reached out and touched Muichiro's head, just like he did a few years ago when Muichiro looked at him with worry, he reached out and gently stroked the boy's head and told him.

"It's okay. It'll be fine."

"Rinko...it's just like what Miss Butterfly said. It's exactly the same as before."

The scene before his eyes overlapped with his memory. The young man faced him with a clear smile, like the warm sun, the clear spring, the swaying flowers, the fragrance of fruit blown by the wind, and all the beautiful memories of summer.

"I'll take it as a compliment."

Lin Guang withdrew his hands and, imitating Muichiro, supported his hands behind his back and leaned his body backward.

Nothing has changed. This is a comment he has heard many times, from ghosts and from people.

But is this good or bad?

Maybe someone would figure it out, but Lin Guang felt that at least his little head wouldn't understand.