Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 159 Soi Fon and Yoruichi, Refining

Whether it's the world of death gods or the myriad realms under the rule of the Eastern Kingdom, the only thing that truly exists in the form of a physical planet is the human world in the present.

The rest, including the celestial realm and the terrestrial realm, are spatial worlds that rely on planets.

Just like the Grim Reaper, who is invisible to ordinary people and is essentially a spirit, the Netherworld Hell is also located in a "lower" space that is imperceptible to ordinary people.

This "lower layer" is not geographically lower, but rather refers to subsidence in a conceptual sense.

It is the place where the turbid air of heaven and earth gathers, and the dregs and sediments left behind after the birth and death of all things.

It's like a bottomless abyss in a fantasy legend, expanding every moment, a dumping ground for the world's negative aspects.

They carry all the negative factors that are rejected and rejected by reality.

Resentment, hatred, curses, unfulfilled obsessions—all the darkness that cannot be dispelled and has nowhere to hide accumulates here.

Ultimately, it will be like the hellish world of Bleach, or it will give birth to something like the Evil Sword Immortal in Chinese Paladin 3. Sooner or later, the world will be turned upside down, and a great purge will take place.

At this moment, in the world of Yuugo Yusei, the scorching "sun," almost melting one's soul, floated above the dark sky, radiating endless light and heat, silencing all things.

"Old man Yamamoto is really full of energy." After strolling around in front of acquaintances and having a love-hate relationship with Soi Fon, Yoruichi Shihouin, who had been appointed as the vice-captain of the Second Division, looked at the "sun" that had been burning for almost a whole day and tugged at her collar.

A surge of pent-up heat escaped from the open collar, and with the pulling motion, one could vaguely hear the soft "splat" sound of sweat squeezing against skin.

Beads of sweat slid down her forehead, meandered down her slender neck, and plunged into a deep, unfathomable ravine.

Standing to the side was Soi Fon, the captain of the Second Division, who stood straight, petite, and with a slender frame wrapped in a backless, neck-wrapping shihaka outfit.

She was looking into the distance.

Guided by Death, a steady stream of souls are migrating toward the portal.

This was a mission given by Halibel of Reincarnation after consulting with the Ruri Shrine, and was accepted by Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

The intention is to relocate all external souls to the Netherworld of the Eastern Kingdom, thereby enhancing its foundation.

If it's difficult for a genius to emerge from a few thousand people, what about hundreds of thousands or millions?

There are always exceptionally talented individuals who stand out from the crowd.

"No reward without merit. Captain-Commander Yamamoto also wants to make enough contributions in the East to earn an equal position."

Soi Fon spoke in a very serious tone.

But the pair of ears beneath her hair were twitching uncontrollably.

Those "splatter" sounds, the sticky rustling of sweat, the soft rustling of fabric—

Like feathers, they seeped in densely, stirring her heart and soul.

She wished she could do it herself to wipe the mud off her beloved Lord Yoruichi.

However, if Soi Fon knew that Yoruichi Shihouin, whom she deeply admired, had become Inuyasha's personal cat, she would probably turn into Hakimi and fuming on the spot.

"If Grandpa Yamamoto wants to revive the original captains of the Gotei 13, the current captains will be the first to be affected."

Yoruichi twisted her neck, put one hand on her hip, tilted her head to look at Soi Fon, and had a cat-like smile on her lips.

"Hehe, you'll be under a lot of pressure then, so don't hide under the covers and cry like you did when you were a kid."

"No way!"

Soi Fon's cheeks flushed instantly. She stomped her foot on the ground, cupped her hands to her chest, and argued like a little girl, "I, Soi Fon, won't cry!"

Suddenly, Yoruichi reached out and hugged Soi Fon into her arms, like a big cat pressing a kitten under its soft belly.

"If you feel stressed, feel free to come and talk to your older sister anytime. Even if it's the ancestor Shihōin Sennatsu, I'll stand up for you."

Soi Fon's eyes welled up with tears, much to her dismay.

She buried her small face in Yoruichi's chest, gave a muffled "hmm," and said, "I'm the captain now, so you're not allowed to hide anything from me!"

A hundred years ago, Aizen Sousuke framed Urahara Kisuke, and the Central 46 Chambers issued a judgment. In order to save the lazy and unruly Urahara Kisuke, Yoruichi did not hesitate to betray the Seireitei and abandon her identity as the head of the Shihouin family, and left Soul Society without looking back.

Completely unaware of the situation, Soi Fon saw it all as a madman: the smooth-talking, blond-haired Kisuke Urahara had stolen away her pure and noble Yoruichi. At that moment, she felt like the sky had fallen.

"Yes, yes, yes, my captain sister." Yoruichi replied with a grin, placing his hand on the top of her head and gently rubbing it as casually and affectionately as before.

"Subordinates are not allowed to kiss their superiors."

Soi Fon, noticing someone approaching, looked up at Yoruichi, who looked just like before, and reluctantly broke free from her embrace.

In front of outsiders, the calm, collected, and taciturn Second Division Captain, Commander-in-Chief of the Covert Force, and Commander of the Execution Corps hummed.

"Ye Yi, although the Captain has pardoned your crimes, he also allows you to atone for them with good deeds. Please work hard!"

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With a sudden whooshing sound, Second Division Vice-Captain Ōmaeda Nozomi landed on the field using Shunpo, her muscular body kicking up dust as she landed.

As the eldest son of the Ōmaeda family, whose members have served in the Second Division for generations, this money-loving, chubby man dared not be negligent in front of his former and current superiors, and spoke respectfully.

"Yorami-sama, Zaihou-sama."

Hearing Ōmaeda Nozomi address Yoruichi first, Soi Fon's expression remained unchanged, but she felt satisfied. When she spoke, her voice was steady and even, "How is the migration progressing?"

"Thanks to the Captain-Commander's Remnant Flame Katana, even the most obscure souls have been heated out, and progress is going smoothly so far."

Ōmaeda straightened up, his tone respectful, "We expect to complete the entire relocation mission in about a day."

Soi Fon crossed her arms and looked cold.

"Speed ​​up the process and assess these individuals. If any show promise, retain them in advance; we can't afford to miss this opportunity."

"We were lucky."

Ōmaeda also said with delight.

"Among this group, we've discovered over twenty promising individuals with vice-captain-level spiritual pressure, and three with captain-level spiritual pressure. In future competitions both within and outside the squad, our Second Division will undoubtedly be at the top!"

"These alone are not enough," Soi Fon said in a deep voice, suppressing her joy.

"Now that we serve the Eastern Kingdom, each squad is desperately trying to expand its manpower."

"The Second Division's five-squad of the Secret Service consists of the combat-oriented Detective Team, the reconnaissance and patrol team, the supervision team, the search team, and the messenger team. As soon as the commander-in-chief was assigned a task, the manpower was stretched thin."

"This thorough investigation in another world presents a good opportunity for us to fill the gaps."

"Soi Fon has grown up."

Yoruichi looked at Soi Fon, who was now a powerful and capable captain, no longer the cute little girl she once was!

Noticing her gaze, Soi Fon turned her head and asked, "Captain Yoru, do you have any instructions?"

Knowing the significance of the surname Shihouin within the Second Division, Ōmaeda didn't find it strange at all.

"The Covert Task Force's motto has always been 'better to have none than to have the worst; select the best of the best!'"

Yoruichi Shihouin raised an eyebrow and smiled, her spirits high, "May the glory of the Second Division continue to be passed down in this new era!"

"Yes, Lord Yoruichi!"

As Ōmaeda bowed in response, suddenly, an immense and boundless aura filled the heavens and earth without warning.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

The figure, seemingly small yet vaster than heaven and earth, was clearly imprinted in everyone's eyes.

It was as if it itself was heaven and earth!

Omaeda Norichiyo gasped, her voice trembling.

"It is the Divine Lord himself who has arrived!"

"Omaeda, stop standing there!"

Soi Fon quickly gave the order, "You go and command the team, stabilize the souls of the group, I'll go with Captain Yoruichi to pay our respects to the God Lord."

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"I'd like to show my face too."

A higher-ranking official can crush you.

Ōmaeda Norichiyo watched the two take off into the air with longing, swallowed enviously, and then turned back to her work.

The "sun" in the sky narrowed into a line in an instant, and the blazing firelight was absorbed into the blade, revealing Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni standing with his sword in hand, his old and vigorous figure standing there.

He looked up at the figure that suddenly appeared, his white eyebrows twitched slightly, and he took a step that swept across hundreds of feet in one stride, as if shrinking the earth to an inch. His figure flashed in the void, leaving elongated afterimages, which were then blown away by the wind.

The Death Warrior's armor billowed wildly in the wind, his white beard and sleeves were pulled back together, highlighting his gaunt body as if tempered for a thousand years, displaying extraordinary character and imposing presence.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, approaching at ten times the speed of sound, flicked his sleeves just before landing.

The momentum and shockwave, powerful enough to overturn a mountain, were completely absorbed by the seemingly thin body, and the hem of his clothes and white beard slowly fell down.

The Captain-Commander stood with his sword in hand, bowed his head towards Inuyasha, who stood calmly with his hands behind his back, and said, "Greetings, Lord God."

A few breaths later, two figures landed behind Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, accompanied by the sound of wind.

One on the left and one on the right, they said in unison, "Yoruichi/Soi Fon greets the Lord!"

When the two women looked up, Yoru raised an eyebrow and winked at Inuyasha quickly, his expression both flirtatious and unrestrained, yet also alluring and captivating.

Inuyasha, who was in a good mood after showing off his divine power in front of others, narrowed his eyes upon seeing this.

If someone dares to flirt with their superiors in formal settings, wouldn't they be plotting a rebellion and deceiving the heavens behind closed doors?

"What if I drop a confidential disc on Soi Fon? Let's see what you do then!"

Inuyasha's mind raced, his expression remaining calm and composed. "Captain Yamamoto, speed up the relocation. I want to refine this Netherworld Hell and integrate it into the Eastern Netherworld Land."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni turned his head and gave Soi Fon and Yoruichi a wink behind him.

They understood without saying anything more, bowed again, and turned to leave.

Under the boss's supervision, the relocation work, which originally had only one day left, was pushed to the limit and was completed at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a month, the Second Division took about 20 million souls to the Wheel of Reincarnation!

While they were busy, Inuyasha was talking with Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

"Lord God, half of the Gotei 13 have been stationed in Reincarnation City to take on their former missions in Soul Society."

"However, my current duties overlap with those of the guards in the Wheel City. The already limited manpower is spread across two systems, which only adds redundancy and reduces efficiency."

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow slightly, meeting his gaze with a calm expression.

He continued, "I have discussed with Lord Heribel that, in order to integrate the affairs of the Netherworld more quickly and effectively, apart from the Lord's personal guard, the rest of the guard forces of the Wheel of Reincarnation will be incorporated into the Guardian Corps."

"The Zero Squad will be transformed into the Lord's personal guard, dedicated to protecting the Lord's safety."

Inuyasha narrowed his eyes, his tone unreadable, "You bastard Yamamoto, have you swallowed up Reincarnation City? Or have you sidelined Harribel?"

Faced with the possibility of being killed by Inuyasha if he was not careful, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni lowered his body, braced his hands on the ground, and was about to perform a dojikata (a traditional Japanese meditation posture) when an invisible current of air rose from below and supported his body.

"Don't flatter me, old man."

"Get to the point," Inuyasha said calmly. "I'll say it again, kneeling is not customary in the Eastern Kingdom. Just answer my question directly."

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni straightened up, his gaze as firm as iron.

"Absolutely not. The position of Captain-General will be elected by Lord Harribel. I swear on my honor—I will obey all the Lord's orders and protect the Netherworld!"

"Since you two have made your decision, then submit it to the Ruri Shrine for approval."

In his plan, the city lord was like the provincial party secretary, deciding the overall direction; the chief of the guards was a high-ranking official responsible for execution.

Mutual supervision and cooperation are not a true superior-subordinate relationship.

"I understand."

After discussing some official business with Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, Yoruichi and Soi Fon, having completed their mission, returned to Inuyasha's side.

"All three of you are exceptionally talented and should have a longer-term vision."

Inuyasha looked at the three of them and smiled slightly, "I'll set a goal for you."

Under their gaze, Inuyasha extended his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing up.

The hellish realm of the Feathered Robe World trembled violently at that moment.

The heavens and earth began to collapse inward in a way that was visible to the naked eye. The sky curled up, the earth contracted, and mountains and air currents were compressed into layers of overlapping streams of light, which surged along the direction that Inuyasha's palm was pointing.

The entire realm collapsed into tens of millions of thin streams of light within a few dozen breaths, swirling around Inuyasha's outstretched palm.

Under the shocked gazes of the three, it finally transformed into a perfectly round, calm ball of light, shimmering with seven-colored light, which floated in his palm.

After the light faded, all that remained was darkness swallowed by chaos and nothingness.

It was empty and deathly silent, devoid of any remaining traces of existence; even the traces of the world's existence had been carried away by the chaos and nothingness.

"Captain Yamamoto, I look forward to the day when your Zankaku Tachi can cleave the world in one strike. Yoruichi and Soi Fon, I share the same expectation for you."

Inuyasha lowered his hand, put the ball of light into his sleeve, chuckled as he looked at the three who had come to their senses, and then raised his finger and made a faint slash in front of him.

The space opened up to both sides like a curtain, revealing a passage leading to the secluded world of the Eastern Kingdom.

"Let's go."

The four figures disappeared one after another into the closing spatial passage.

The moment the rift closed, the hellish realm of the Feathered Robe World was sealed away in silence.