Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 239 Kitchen Door

"Please concentrate, sir. If you keep your mind off, your arm will be broken."

Even when such a childish voice was threatening, there was no sense of oppression at all. If it were someone else, they would probably just think it was a child playing.

But the man who was actually facing Lin Guang did not dare to treat this as a joke. He swallowed subconsciously, tightened his hands holding the wooden sword, took a deep breath, and tried hard to concentrate, trying to see every movement of the boy standing in front of him.

Lin Guang, who was being stared at so closely, just blinked and did not feel any pressure. Instead, he relaxed a little, with his hands hanging casually at his sides. He watched the man waving the blade and slashing towards him without panic, but moved his feet with ease. He did not run away like before, but moved slightly as if in a provocation, bending, lowering his waist, turning his head, and each movement was not exaggerated, but each time was just enough to avoid the attack.

The attacks missed again and again, and the man's movements gradually became faster, but he still couldn't catch up with Lin Guang, who was always one step faster than him. After a brief pause, Lin Guang realized that the opponent's movements were faster, but as a price, the opponent's moves became obviously chaotic. His attacks no longer focused on movements, but only pursued speed and efficiency, and he no longer concealed the obvious flaws.

Lin Guang then frowned slightly, and when the other party's knife swing missed again, he reached out and hit the wrist holding the knife hard.

The movements were precise and forceful, intended both to punish and to provide a pause, and the effect was excellent.

The man retracted his hand in pain and indeed stopped his attack.

"Are you prepared to just fight like that once you're on the battlefield? How many lives do you have left? Or are you prepared to become a victim the moment you join the battle?"

Rinkou crossed his arms, raised his head and spoke seriously. In terms of his movements, he was imitating Kyojuro, trying to make up for his height deficiency.

"Hold, I'm sorry, I was too impatient. But I know very well that I can't catch up with your movements. If I want to have some effect, I have to do this!"

The team member apologized sincerely and quickly. Almost the moment Lin Guang crossed his arms and spoke, the man stood up straight and listened to the scolding, then lowered his head and explained immediately.

"The purpose of training isn't to send you to your death. It's to correct any problems you missed in previous battles, rectify your mistakes, and improve your strength. If you can't catch up now, then practice hard. You should consider how to catch up, not trying to trade your life for a blow from the other party. Also, your enemy is a ghost. You must understand that even if you do your best to strike the other party once, it will be meaningless if you don't follow up with another blow. A ghost's injuries can heal in an instant, but if you are injured, you will not be healed even after the battle. You only have one life, and you only have one chance. Staying alive is the only path you should choose."

Lin Guang stretched out his hand, raised it high, and hit the man's head hard with his knife.

"I...I know...but I know it's hard for me to catch up so quickly. I know I'm weak...but I still hope to do my best to contribute! I hope to gain some opportunities for the Pillars in future battles!"

The raised hand knocked on the man's head again.

They are so stubborn, like fools who don't understand what is being said. Lingguang has never understood this group of people. They are fragile people but have strong hearts, their lives are fragile but they are not afraid of death, their limbs and bones are fragile but they support such a brave soul.

All living things have the instinct to survive, but this group of people, knowing that they are vulnerable, still hope to use their death to exchange for a chance for others to survive. They are really stupid.

"Then work hard and stop swinging your arms around like that. Even if you have to fight hard, you have to be serious."

But even so, even if it is such foolish recklessness, it is still a kind of selfless bravery, which should not be criticized. Lin Guang can only find other excuses as a reason.

"Okay, okay! I will definitely work hard!"

The man didn't understand Lin Guang's implication at all, and instead began to explain seriously, so all he got was another knife attack.

What an idiot! Lin Guang wanted to sigh again.

"Tanjiro——"

The clear voice came from a familiar person, and the words that came out were even more familiar. Rinko subconsciously turned his head, and all he could see was the open door and Tanjiro standing at the door with a subtle expression.

Rinko followed Tanjiro's gaze and noticed Muichiro, and then the team members who were kneeling in front of him in fear, and Tanjiro's reaction seemed to make sense.

"You look very energetic, Tokito and Rinkou."

Lin Guang looked at the awkward smile on Tanjiro's face, then shifted his gaze back. His unretracted hand seemed to become some kind of evidence of guilt.

Oh, maybe Tanjiro was quietly lamenting not just about Muichiro during training, but also about him training others.

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"It's really surprising... Rinkou and Tokito usually seem so gentle, but when they're training others, they're surprisingly oppressive."

Even though there were only a few people standing aside, Tanjiro's face was still a little nervous, and the boy scratched his cheek lightly with his fingers uncomfortably.

"I've said that before. When I first arrived, I was completely intimidated by Muichiro... I didn't expect he could be so scary."

Lin Guang replied naturally, hands behind his back, slowly swaying behind Tanjiro. He sniffed with the tip of his nose and caught a subtle fragrance, a scent he had never smelled before, a bit like flowers, but also slightly different. What was it? It seemed to smell like flour?

"It's not just Tokito, you, Rinko, look completely different too... You weren't used to being with Tengen-sensei at all, but now you're acting more and more like a teacher. It's just that it seems a little surprising..."

Tanjiro tried to be as tactful as possible, but to be honest, seeing Rinko's direct slapping of the hands and the head during the admonishment process, and Muichiro's oppressive reprimand, it was really... hard not to feel surprised.

"What is Rinko doing?"

Muichiro had noticed Rinko's attention shift from the beginning. Tanjiro was a step slower and realized that the boy had quietly moved to his side without making a sound. At this time, half of his body was leaning against his back. He turned around and saw the boy's inquiring gaze.

"Tanjiro, what are you carrying? It smells so good?"

"Hey?"