Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 102 The Reincarnation of Touga, Kagome and Her Best Friends

"A new world?"

Inuyasha abruptly pulled his consciousness back.

At the same time, the Mirror of Time also records the coordinates of another world, and as long as there is enough energy, one can go there in person at any time.

"The energy level of that world is not higher than that of my own world."

In a fleeting glance, Inuyasha was able to sense the energy of the other world.

The only uncertainty is whether anyone on the other side has discovered them.

"With Sesshomaru and me here, we have nothing to fear even if we are discovered."

Inuyasha made up his mind, "The most important thing now is to seal off the aura of the fantasy world, and then send someone over."

"A new and extraordinary world, I'm sure we'll reap many benefits."

Thinking about it, he started working again.

At the edge of the world, faintly visible are array patterns identical to those used within Dream City to unleash the [Spell: Clear Mirror Still Water].

As a master strategist, time and space are essential skills for Inuyasha.

This small space was also one of his carefully prepared trump cards.

Compared to wielding the Tessaiga and hacking people to pieces, which is anything but elegant, Inuyasha would much rather become a noble mage.

The sky above the Netherworld Hell remained unchanged, with dark red and gray-black clouds intertwined and piled up.

Lava surged through the fissures of the scorched earth, occasionally bursting bubbles that sent up bursts of dazzling sparks, which were then swept away by the hot wind.

Touya stood atop a towering rock ridge, the Murakumo-ga held across his knees—the sword that had once accompanied him across the world, now no longer in its complete form.

He had fused the broken part together with his demonic power, and although it no longer had the sharpness of its former self, it was still usable.

Behind him lay a massive skeleton, the last trace left by the old monsters who had conspired to set up the formation and force him into reincarnation.

Douya found them one by one, and didn't let any of them go.

The wind surged from the depths of hell, blowing the man's long, silvery hair and blood-stained clothes.

"Cong Yunya, your mission is complete."

"Fighting King, I've fought alongside you in countless battles; you can't just discard me after I've served my purpose!"

Ignoring the evil spirit's cries, Douya Wang channeled his demonic power along the hilt into the blade—a powerful and irresistible force exploded within the sword.

The patterns etched between the steel and the evil spirits cracked at a visible speed, like ice breaking apart from the inside out under immense pressure.

A short, sharp wail erupted from the depths of the blade's spine, only to be crushed.

The Cloud Fang shattered into dozens of dark metal fragments in the palm of the Fighting Fang King, scattering them with a clanging sound on the scorched earth.

A few more pieces were swept up by the scorching winds of hell and blown into the distant lava fissures.

Douya Wang released his grip, casually tossing down the bare hilt of his sword. The hilt hit some gravel, rolled twice, and came to rest beside a rock that still retained a dark red warmth.

He turned and glanced back at the scorched earth licked by the hellfire behind him—scattered bones, remaining blades, and ground ravaged by demonic power—and sighed softly.

The matter that needed to be resolved has been resolved.

Douya Wang walked forward along the rocky ridge.

The scorching winds of hell swept past, carrying the scent of ash and sulfur in long, thin plumes that trailed faintly behind.

"Precious Immortal Ghost, can you hear me?"

He took out the black pearl from his pocket and contacted his loyal subordinates.

"General! I'm here."

Words, tinged with insincerity, emerged from the pearl. Upon hearing this, Douya Wang laughed heartily, "Bao Xian Gui, I'm leaving."

"If you think my two sons are suitable, then choose one to live with."

There was a moment of silence on Black Pearl's end, followed by an awkward reply, "That general, I'm already serving in the Eastern Kingdom."

"Haha, that would be even better!"

Touya sincerely hoped that his old subordinates would all have a bright future. "Please inform Totosai and Myoga about this. Take care."

"May the general have boundless good fortune and all things go smoothly." Bao Xian Gui understood that life and death were not the end for Dou Ya Wang, and his words contained only blessings.

Goodbye then.

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Douya Wang bid farewell, swallowed the black pearl in one gulp, and leaped forward, rushing towards the direction where the souls of the dead were constantly gathering.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, the view ahead suddenly opened up for a moment.

It wasn't the scenery itself that changed, but rather the atmosphere around us.

The heatwave subsided, the wind slowed, and the lingering sulfurous smell in the air was replaced by a lighter, more distant odor.

Douya Wang landed on the ground.

Ahead was a bridge shrouded in gray mist. The bridge surface was paved with dark stone bricks and was only wide enough for two people to walk side by side. There were no railings on either side, and below the bridge was a bottomless void.

He had walked across this bridge many years ago, holding Izayoi in his arms, and walked the whole way with regret and reluctance.

He didn't turn around and leave then, because there was no point in looking back. But this time, he walked much faster than before.

It's as if they can't wait.

At the end of the bridge is a door.

The door frame is made of grayish-white bone with a smooth and warm surface, without any carvings or patterns; it simply stands there.

Inside the door was a soft light, neither glaring nor dim, like the faintest ray of light before sunrise.

Douya stood in front of the door for a moment, surrounded by souls with endless veins and no intelligence; such beings were common in hell.

A ghost with sentience either has something special about it or was a powerful being in life.

He finally remembered Lingyue Xianji, who hadn't said goodbye, and Sesshomaru and Inuyasha.

"Continuing to say goodbye will only leave you with sadness. Everything that needed to be said has been said, and I've met a few of his daughters-in-law. That kid is really something."

When Toga recalled the priestess and monsters who came to visit him after he broke through to Yusei, he felt a little envious of his second son.

"If only I could be like that—"

"Forget it, there's no point in thinking about these things now." He stepped into the doorway.

The space behind the door was exactly the same as what Touya remembered.

It was a boundless expanse of still water.

The water surface was as smooth as a mirror, without any ripples, and its color was between gray and white, as if moonlight and mist had been blended into the water at the same time.

There was no reflection of him on the water, but the moment he stepped onto it, a very shallow ripple spread out, slowly spreading out in the direction of his toes.

There was no real feeling of landing beneath my feet, but I could stand steadily on the water, as if I were standing on a piece of frozen thin ice.

There were no walls or sky on all sides, only an endless expanse of flat water stretching into the distance.

Occasionally, a very faint light shines through from an unknown direction, coating the surface of the water with a faint silver line before returning to a uniform and soft glow.

This is the realm of reincarnation.

All the souls of the dead sink here, and the waters of reincarnation wash away everything from their past lives, leaving them with no further connection to their former existence.

But then again, the Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Dao is forty-nine, and humanity escapes one.

The laws and rules of the world always restrict the weak.

Toga looked down at the ripples beneath his feet. His face was not reflected in the water, but he remembered that many years ago, he stood here, holding Izayoi in his arms, and placed a black pearl into her soul.

"Izayoi, I've come to find you."

He sank into the water, silently.

But accidents always happen unexpectedly; a spatial rift flashed by in an instant.

The sun was shining warmly, and the spring breeze rustled through the streets and alleys of Zenkenkyo.

Pale pink petals drifted down like fine snowflakes, carpeting the bluestone path with a thin layer, only to be lifted and then fall again by the footsteps of passersby.

Lingyue Fairy stood atop the arch of a stone bridge, one hand resting on the edge of the railing, her head tilted slightly upward as she looked at the double cherry blossoms in full bloom on the bank.

The pale pink flower clusters, layer upon layer, almost covered half the sky. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the petals, casting dappled shadows between the stone bridge and the water.

Feng stood not far from her side, following Lingyue Fairy's gaze to the tree full of flowers, and spoke with a smile.

"Grandmother, the spring flowers in Shanjianjing are blooming even better this year than last year."

"If you like, I can accompany you to the cherry blossom grove to the east tomorrow. There are more cherry trees there, and it's more open."

Lingyue Fairy withdrew her gaze, a faint smile on her lips, as if responding to Feng's words, or as if placing the wisp of aura from the end of the Netherworld that she had just sensed into some inconspicuous corner of her heart.

The aura of Touya-oh disappeared, completely and cleanly vanished.

She sensed it all clearly, but said nothing. She simply turned her head and smiled at Feng, "Okay, we're free tomorrow, let's get everyone together."

"Let's drink wine and admire the flowers together, appreciating the beautiful spring scenery of our Eastern land."

A petal brushed past her temple in the wind. Lingyue Fairy raised her hand and gently gathered the wind-blown strands of hair, her expression unchanged.

Inside the lord's mansion in Zenkenkyo, the spring sunlight streamed through the open windows, casting warm, gentle rays across the long table.

Jiujiu Chan sat upright, his short, stout body appearing as steady as a rock in the large chair, with a scroll of documents covered in annotations spread out beside him.

Several anthropologists sat opposite him; the older ones had gray hair and beards, while the younger ones still had a youthful innocence on their faces.

They are gathered around the desk, their pens occasionally making a few marks on the pages.

"Heavy industry will remain out of the question. This year's light industry plan focuses on bringing textiles and ceramics into mass production."

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Jiujiu Chan's voice was steady, carrying the composure honed from years of handling government affairs.

"Technical support for World One is in place, and the equipment has been delivered to the North Warehouse in Shanjianjing. Now, the question is whether the local craftsmen and scholars we arranged in advance can get started?"

A middle-aged scholar looked up and adjusted the round-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"We've inspected the equipment, and our personnel have undergone preliminary hands-on training; there are no problems."

Jiujiu Chan nodded and wrote a few words on the edge of the document.

The architectural style of the entire Zenkenkyo still retains its ancient charm.

Gray tiles and white walls, wooden beams and paper doors, eaves that soar like crane wings.

The houses on both sides of the street are arranged in a pleasing and orderly manner, with carved window lattices and hanging paper lanterns complementing each other.

But if you push open those antique wooden doors and walk into the depths of the courtyard, you will find many things that do not match their appearance.

In the Beicang, modern looms and potter's wheels are neatly stacked; on the desk in the City Lord's Mansion are documents and charts from World One; and even the mechanical pumps driven by spiritual power, which are being tested beside the irrigation canal, are sending clean water into the rice paddies on both banks at a steady pace.

Ancient and modern, local and foreign, are quietly blending together on the land of the East.

As a woman in a kimono passed by a newly opened shop on the street, she couldn't help but peek curiously inside—behind the counter was a row of exquisite utensils, completely different from those in the area, their smooth glaze gleaming in the sunlight.

Everything grows quietly in this peaceful sunlight.

Like the double cherry blossoms in full bloom on that tree, its branches and leaves are spread out, and its branches are covered with flowers.

In a classroom at Shuishan Middle School, a teacher was flipping through a textbook on the podium, conveying the key points of knowledge to the ears of most of the students who were half asleep.

Kagome sat by the window, her elbows propped on the table, her palms supporting her chin, her eyelids drooping millimeter by millimeter.

The cherry blossoms outside the window were swaying in the wind, and occasionally a petal or two would drift in through the cracks in the window and land on her open textbook.

Sunlight fell on the collar of her dark green sailor uniform, illuminating her budding, beautiful face with a soft and serene glow.

Her eyelashes cast soft shadows under her eyes, and her breathing was even, as if she were having a dream completely unrelated to the class.

"Kagome".

The teacher suddenly called out names from the podium.

Kagome jolted awake, jumping up from her chair. Before her eyes could fully focus, her mouth reacted before her brain could process what she was doing.

""

The classroom fell silent for a moment.

Then laughter burst forth like bubbles being popped, rising and falling, from the front row to the back row, from the left to the right, even the usually quietest girl covered her mouth.

Kagome's face flushed red.

She remained standing for two seconds before slowly sitting back down, shrinking into the chair as if her bones had been removed. She grabbed the textbook from the table and covered her face with it, leaving only the tips of her bright red ears showing.

She didn't peek out from behind her textbook until the bell rang.

However, before Kagome could recover, three figures surrounded her at the same time.

Like three cats that had caught the smell of fish, they moved in perfect unison, as if they had rehearsed it.

Yuka was the first to squat down, placing her hands on the table, resting her chin on the back of her hands, tilting her head back, and teasingly asking with a smile, "Is Kagome thinking about your fiancé again?"

"No way!" Kagome's face turned even redder, and her voice rose a half-octave.

Eri leaned on the table with one hand and the other on her hip, tilting her head slightly, her gaze carrying a "you can't fool anyone with that expression" kind of scrutiny. "Tsk, who do you think you can fool with that girlish infatuation?"

"I already said that—"

Kagome's voice lowered, her fingertips unconsciously tugging at the skirt beneath her.

Yuka, who had never been in a relationship, leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with an eager, inquisitive tone. "Then tell me, why did you doze off in class? You can't just say you were doing homework, can you?"

Unable to resist her best friend's pleas, Kagome looked away, her voice barely audible, "—I'm just learning to knit with my mom."

"Oh one"

Ayumi slowly drew out the last syllable, her gaze lingering on Kagome's flushed cheeks before she smiled and said, "So you were staying up all night knitting towels for your fiancé and got tired."

The three women exchanged a glance, a tacit understanding appearing on their faces at the same moment, and then, as if they had planned it, they laughed simultaneously.

"What a loving couple."

"Stop talking!"

Kagome suddenly reached out and pushed the three gossipy women who had crowded around her aside. She then lay face down on the table and buried her face in her arms.

Outside the window, cherry blossoms are still falling.

Seeing that Kagome was unable to retaliate, the three of them exchanged glances and began to say nice things to her, one of them suggesting going to karaoke after school.

Singing, someone said they were going to a newly opened dessert shop on the street.

Finally, Kagome raised her head, made a peace sign with both hands, and chose to have it all.

When we came out of the karaoke bar after singing, the sky was already tinged with a thin layer of orange-red.

The four of them, carrying their schoolbags, walked a short distance along the sidewalk and turned into a newly opened dessert shop.

The warm yellow light shining through the glass windows illuminated the counter full of cakes and puddings, making it look incredibly tempting. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of cream and fruit, mixed with the deep hum of the coffee machine, making you unconsciously relax as soon as you entered.

The four of them chose a booth by the window and ordered drinks and desserts.

Yuu ordered a strawberry milkshake, Eri asked for a matcha cake, and Ayumi chose caramel pudding.

Kagome hesitated for a moment, then finally ordered a hot cocoa with a cream topping.

Once all the cups and saucers were served, the conversation naturally drifted to next year.

"Kagome, on another note..."

Yuka held the milkshake cup with both hands, the straw lightly touching her lips, her gaze carrying an expression that said, "I've been curious for a long time." "Are you really going to be a high school housewife?"

Kagome had just taken a sip of her hot cocoa when she almost choked on it. She quickly put down her cup, "What? A high school housewife? Why are you still talking about this?!"

"It's not that we're still talking about it, it's that this whole thing is strange enough." Eri cut a small piece of matcha cake with her fork, slowly put it in her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and spoke in an adult-like tone.

"Although it's legal, it's extremely rare in reality. Going back a few years from our school, I've never heard of anyone getting engaged in junior high."

Ayumi placed the spoon of caramel pudding on the edge of the plate and rested her chin on her hands as she spoke.

"I think it's better not to. Becoming a mom in high school—it feels like suddenly being a generation above us. I'd feel weird if your kid called me 'Auntie'."

The three of them chatted away, their tone filled with the carefree joy of youth.

Kagome's head was throbbing from their relentless bombardment. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled before raising her hands to make a "pause" gesture.

"Stop making wild guesses!"

She lowered her hand, her tone serious, as if she had been cornered but had become calmer. "I will continue my high school studies. Both Inuyasha and my family support me."

Yuka blinked first, then smiled and raised her milkshake cup towards Kagome. "From now on, you'll be a college sweetheart. Let me toast you."

"This is a milkshake."

"Can milkshakes be offered as a toast?"

Eri laughed and gently tapped the edge of the plate with the tip of her fork, making a crisp, light sound.

Ayumi picked up the caramel pudding dish and raised it like a wine glass.

Kagome looked at the three smiling faces in front of her and the cups and saucers of varying heights in their hands, picked up her own cup of hot cocoa, and complained, "I'm still a long way from being a wife."

Outside the window, dusk was deepening, and streetlights were gradually lighting up in the distance.

The glass window of the dessert shop reflected the silhouettes of four people sitting together.

This is youth.