Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 193 A Flash of Inspiration, an Old Friend in a Foreign Land

After the registration period ended, in a team barracks in the inner city of the capital.

Kurosaki Isshin put down the jade slip containing the names of the applicants, rubbed his temples, and let out a long breath.

"Sixty million second-realm officials, more than forty thousand third-realm deputy captains, and more than seventy fourth-realm captains."

He recalled his return to Soul Society and clicked his tongue twice. "There are still people in the Thirteenth Division's big data who haven't participated. Compared to the previous world, it's truly changing by leaps and bounds."

"We're falling behind the times too."

Kurosaki Isshin looked at his friend, Quincy Ryugen Ishida, who was sitting opposite him.

It is also the only pureblood who is allowed to call himself the "Last Quincy".

After Yhwach and his Wandenreich were destroyed, Soul Society merged into Reincarnation, and no longer followed the old Spirit Particle Cycle system, scattered Quincy, with the help of a few people, once again returned to the world stage.

Perhaps it was because they were riding the wave of the times, or perhaps it was because they saw Kurosaki wholeheartedly nurturing Ichigo Kurosaki and striving for the future.

This calm, rational man with a fatherly love as powerful as an earthquake felt he should do something and try to salvage something.

"The times are always beneath our feet." Ishida Ryugen adjusted his glasses, his tone as calm as ever. "Even between the fourth realms, there are worlds apart."

"If I didn't know your personality, I would have suspected you were targeting someone."

Kurosaki Isshin chuckled a few times, then his expression turned serious. "The first stage of the battle royale will definitely be an extremely brutal elimination tournament."

"With over 60 million applicants, only 200 will be selected. Given the complex interplay of timing, location, and personal factors, I'm afraid that apart from Captain Yamamoto and a few others, no one, not even you or me, has a 100% chance of being promoted smoothly."

He gave a wry smile. "There are even rumors that some strong individuals who aren't interested in Team Thirteen but enjoy a challenge will also join in the fun. This adds another layer of difficulty for us."

"When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it."

Ryūgen Ishida said, "And I believe that cooperation is not such a simple matter."

"If we divide it by faction, it will inevitably be a case of the Grim Reaper fighting the Ninja with more people than one, or the internal fighting the external. But those two lords will most likely not allow such an uninteresting thing to happen."

"After all, the God Lord is watching too."

"So you can't do anything about it?" Kurosaki Isshin shrugged.

"You call yourself a smart person?"

Ryugen Ishida's face darkened, too lazy to pay attention to the bastard in front of him who "put down the bowl and then cursed the cook".

If he had a solution, he wouldn't be sitting here discussing it with Kurosaki Isshin right now.

Kurosaki Isshin didn't care and continued speaking to himself, "I will still do my job honestly, accumulate merits, and ask the God to resurrect Masaki so that the children can have a complete family."

"Even if I can't do it, Ichigo, who is recognized by the God, can."

Ryūgen Ishida stood up, and as he walked to the door, he whispered, "Me too."

"That kid, Yulong, is no less capable than anyone else."

The two men's eyes met in the air, and they each chuckled, their laughter filled with the damned pride and competitive spirit between men.

As Ishida Ryūgen pushed open the door, he saw a figure walking towards him.

The newcomer had a sexy figure and wore a headscarf.

Her long black hair was divided into two strands that hung down in front of her, and she was wearing a well-fitting Shinigami outfit.

His severed right arm has regenerated completely, and the old tattoo on his left arm has been removed, leaving only smooth skin.

His brows radiated a spirited air, and his gait exuded youthful vigor.

With elders and support in the Shiba family, the younger generation no longer has to bear pressures beyond their years.

The sky's the limit.

Shiba Kukaku, now a member of the Grim Reapers, nodded slightly. "Mr. Ishida."

"Isshin is inside," Ishida Ryūgen replied, then walked past her.

Shiba Kukaku stepped aside to let him pass, watching the tall, slender figure disappear around the corner of the corridor before turning his gaze away and knocking on the half-open door.

"Come in."

"Uncle Yixin."

"Kukaku, I was just looking for you too."

Looking at his eldest niece, Kurosaki Isshin smiled and waved, "Come sit down."

The Shiba family was once one of the five great noble families of Soul Society, alongside Kuchiki and Shihouin.

However, after faking his death and marrying his wife, Masaki Kurosaki, the Shiba family completely fell into decline.

He felt immense guilt towards his niece, who had suffered so much.

They were treated like their own children.

After Shiba Kukaku took his seat, he took out a heavy box from his spatial ring, placed it on the table, and opened the lid, revealing a...

Neatly arranged rows of specially made fireworks, he spoke.

In a world where communication is cut off, this firework, once launched, not only creates a dazzling light effect visible from miles away, but also emits a specific energy fluctuation, making it easier for us to gather with our companions.

She patted the edge of the box, her tone crisp and decisive, "There are quite a few, and Uncle can entrust them to a trustworthy companion."

Kurosaki Isshin leaned closer to take a look, picked one up, weighed it in his hand, and then turned it halfway up the window to see the light. He noticed a small Shiba family crest engraved on the bottom of the tube.

"I'll accept these fireworks. But, Kukaku, in the first phase, we're only taking 200 out of over 60 million people. Fireworks can gather friends, but they can also gather enemies. Use them according to the situation."

Shiba Kukaku nodded and laughed heartily, "That's true. If you can't even figure this out, then you wouldn't be wronged to be eliminated."

Kurosaki Isshin closed the box. "Alright, we'll improvise. In a day, it'll be time to let the world see the Shiba clan!"

"That Uncle Yixin—"

Upon hearing this, Shiba Kukaku placed his hands on the table, leaned slightly forward, looked directly into the middle-aged man's eyes, and once again posed a pointed question.

"When are you going to switch back to the surname 'Shiba'? Your uncle isn't an adopted son-in-law, yet he always uses the name 'Kurosaki'."

"At this moment of martial arts demonstration before the palace, under the watchful eyes of everyone, is the perfect time to proclaim the surname 'Uncle Shiba' to heaven and earth!"

When faced with a difficult question, Kurosaki Isshin slapped his forehead as if he had suddenly remembered something extremely urgent, "Time is a bit tight right now, I'll go distribute the fireworks first."

He shoved the box into his spatial ring, then instantly stepped outside, leaving only the words "See you later."

Floating in the air.

Shiba Kukaku clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, and with a muffled thud, the table in front of him split in two, scattering wood chips and shards of paint all over the floor.

"Damn it, a married man is like water spilled from a bowl—unreliable!"

She withdrew her fist, blew away the wood chips from her knuckles, her anger still lingering. Her full chest heaved several times before she finally calmed down.

Shiba Kukaku stood by the windowsill for a while, her mind racing with thoughts.

The younger brother, Shiba Ganju, is big and burly, but he hasn't developed any intelligence yet. Expecting him to uphold the Shiba family's reputation is less reliable than hoping that Kurosaki will turn over a new leaf.

My brother, Shiba Kaien, and sister-in-law died young. To bring them back to life, you need to accumulate merit through hundreds of years of hard work.

However, this is contingent on her first becoming at least a vice-captain.

For other positions, the option to exchange merit points has not yet been made available.

For some, the goal of reviving their loved ones is enough to motivate them to work hard and strive for the sake of the Wheel of Reincarnation!

Now, upon closer examination, the fastest way to expand the family fortune is to recruit a son-in-law!

She crossed her arms, her brows furrowed, and muttered to herself, "But there are so few people like my uncle. Who should I look for?"

Shiba Kukaku scratched his hair, suddenly feeling something was wrong, and muttered to himself.

Although Kurosaki Isshin is unreliable, his strength and character are undeniable. The fact that he was able to marry the Quincy Masaki back then is legendary in itself.

Shiba Kukaku went through all the people she knew who were pursuing her and were likely willing to marry into her family, and found that none of them would make it work.

She scratched her hair, then suddenly felt something was wrong. Her hand froze in mid-air, and she raised an eyebrow.

A sudden inspiration struck.

"When did I start thinking about all this? With my abilities, I can just grab a handsome guy and force myself on him."

That should do it.

Shiba Kukaku thought about it more and more and felt that this method was practical. "If all else fails, I'll just do a dogeza (a form of Buddhist meditation). Even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. I've chosen this man, and I'll use my whole life to make him fall in love with me!"

Thinking of something and immediately acting on it, Shiba Kukaku recalled a name that had appeared in the underground gambling den and was the most talked about by her foolish younger brother. She pushed off the windowsill and leaped out of the room.

On the other side, Najenda, having adjusted to the situation, followed the navigation, passed through several bustling streets, and found Mine, Leone, and Hill on the second floor of a small restaurant.

In the booth by the window, Mine was holding a glass of deep red juice, sipping it. When she saw Najendan come upstairs, her eyes lit up at first, but then she turned her head away, pretending to be reserved.

Leone sat opposite her, several empty plates piled in front of her, a chicken leg clutched in her hand, her blond hair flowing loosely down her back like a lion's mane. She raised her hand to greet the newcomer.

"Boss! Over here, over here!"

Hill, dressed in purple and holding a book, quietly turned her gaze behind her purple-rimmed glasses, gave a slight nod, and said hello.

If you weren't familiar with her, you would definitely think she was an intellectual and elegant beauty, but she's actually just a naturally naive big-breasted woman.

Reunited in a foreign land, there was no sense of separation.

Leone put down the chicken leg, wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Chelsey's training is at its final stage, and she's locked up and can't come."

Chelsea did not join Night Raid, but she was still part of the Revolutionary Army of the Teigu World.

Najenda, who knew the person, nodded and sat down next to Leone.

The group chatted about life in Reincarnation City.

The occasional complaints were mostly about how tiring the recent training was, and how the two bespectacled devilish vice-captains treated them like dirt.

They were only allowed a proper rest just before the martial arts competition began.

As Najendan listened, her eyes grew increasingly tender—before, they were either killing people or on their way to killing people.

We don't know if we'll live or die tomorrow.

Being able to complain about the little things in life these days is already a blessing from heaven.

She casually chimed in, mentioning the changes after the empire's collapse, how it had come to life under the rule of the Fuli Snow Women, and the fate that these "villains" deserved.

"Salute to tomorrow, salute to the future!"

Leone grabbed her glass and raised it into the air, while Najenda filled her glass to the brim.

Hill held up her milk, while Mine, who was holding a juice, glanced at the naturally ditzy bespectacled girl's chest and inwardly scoffed with envy.

"You're so old already, and you're still drinking milk—that's too greedy, Hill!"

As Mine drank the sweet and sour juice, she felt only sourness, not sweetness.

Towards the end of the conversation, Najenda hesitated for a moment before asking, "People outside are saying that Gintoki is a bit of a womanizer, what do you guys think?"

"Hmph, they just can't stand to see us doing well; they're just envious and jealous."

Mine slammed her cup down on the table, her eyes filled with disdain. "We know perfectly well how Gintoki treats us. Who are they to gossip about it?"

"Hehe, the most important thing for us is to live a good life together."

Leone took a bite of pig's head meat. "What other people say is none of our business."

"Besides, it's hard to say who'll end up losing!"

Hill smiled and said, "Me too."

Najenda was about to say something when she saw Leone grinning mischievously.

She said casually, "Boss, you're not getting any younger, you should find a man eventually."

"Want to come work for me? I'll introduce you to the team leader. He's... 'You idiot Leone, shut up!' Mine snapped."

"Our rivals are practically forming a World Cup league, and you're just adding to the chaos? Do you think the boss would ever be interested in a playboy like Gintoki!?"

The pink-haired girl even glanced at the valiant female general. "Boss, aren't you right?"

Najenda wouldn't be put down by Mine's words, nor would she get angry at Leone's jokes.

Holding her cup, her gaze moved from Mine to Leone and then to Hill, but the image of the man named Gintoki involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

What a man! He can make these three girls with such different personalities follow him so devotedly, and he even has such an open and honest attitude of "It's none of your business if we want to be."

While the world of Teigu is not based on monogamy, this is still a bit too much.

"That's not right, Mine."

Najenda smiled and said, "Good men are just like good women; they're all fought over!"

"Aaaaah, Leone, take this punch!" Mine shook her head and punched the blond man's chest fat. The magnificent feel of it made her somewhat fond of it.

Not to mention that man.

What's even more amazing is that, looking at the silver-haired female leader, the blonde, outspoken woman, and the purple-haired girl with glasses, the pink-haired woman realized that she was the youngest among them all.

It's like it hasn't developed at all.

"Damn it, why isn't Akame here yet!"

"No, that guy is bigger than me!"

It's all the world's fault; they can't even make a growth potion. They're so useless!

Sulking with resentment, Mine resolved that once she became the team leader, she would urge the research unit to quickly develop a "growth" potion that would benefit the general public and also generate income.

"By the way, boss."

Hill asked, "Did you also sign up for this martial arts competition?"

"This opportunity is quite unusual."

Under the gaze of the three, Najenda said bluntly, "I've only just arrived in Reincarnation City, and I haven't even been to the academy yet. This time, I'm just here to participate."

"Who isn't?" Leone sighed. "Even those in the fourth realm might be eliminated by the first stage. We're still far from that."