Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

"Wait a minute—"

A sharp cry rang out from the sky: "Young Master Sesshomaru has arrived!"

Outside the palace gates, dusk had not yet completely fallen. The last ray of dark purple light peeked through the gaps in the clouds and fell on a figure slowly descending from mid-air.

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down to her waist, like a ray of moonlight falling from a branch to the human world.

His handsome face was half-lit and half-shadowed, and his golden eyes swept lightly across the hall, where the sweltering noise had just subsided silently.

It's a standard central air conditioning system, the only drawback being that it only cools and doesn't heat.

"He's even later than me, tsk, what an arrogant guy." Inuyasha curled his lip and winked at Yura.

The latter stood up with a smile and sat down next to Feng. Under the somewhat awkward expression of the shrine maiden, they held hands like good sisters.

Sesshomaru stepped across the threshold.

Behind him, Xie Jian hurriedly took off his fur vest and fell to the ground with a "plop," staggering a couple of steps before regaining his balance.

While patting his robe, he raised his chin, striking a pose that said, "My master has arrived, so why don't you all pay your respects?"

Unfortunately, nobody was watching him.

All eyes were on the undisputed nobleman of the Warring States period.

The monsters on the left involuntarily fell silent, even the wolf-like creature stood up straight.

Most of them had fought alongside Sesshomaru and knew his temperament all too well—whether he was happy or unhappy, he was not someone you could easily talk to.

Ordinary demons felt ashamed in the face of Sesshomaru's imposing presence.

Most of the people in Shanjianjing on the right were confused, only feeling that an extraordinary person had entered, with a cold demeanor and an imposing presence.

It was more terrifying than all the monsters on the left combined.

"Don't get so close."

Feng, who was being held back by Yura, turned his head away helplessly, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Sesshomaru, and then glanced at Inuyasha on the high platform—the two brothers were undoubtedly brothers.

On the table of the Four Heavenly Kings of Leopard Cats.

As if a not-so-pleasant memory had been stirred up, Xia Lan's tail snapped straight up and her cat eyes widened.

Sesshomaru didn't notice those gazes at all and walked straight into the hall.

"Inuyasha, I'm not late, am I?"

Sesshomaru stood before the high platform, raised his golden eyes, and his gaze swept over Inuyasha in the center before landing on the Tessaiga at the waist of the half-demon.

Big Dog paused for a moment, then looked away, walked to the empty seat in front of Jie Luo with a normal expression, lifted his clothes and sat down.

"Of course I'm not late!"

Inuyasha tilted his head and looked at Sesshomaru, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, too lazy to engage in any verbal sparring.

Given this guy's personality, his presence here is a very clear signal of his inclination.

He stood in the main seat, the red of his fire-rat fur coat shining brightly in the room full of lamplight.

At his feet were a dark mass of monsters on his left and the Zenkenkyo people sitting upright on his right. Even the Four Heavenly Kings of the Leopard Cat had raised their wine bowls.

He raised the wine bowl in his hand.

"Gentlemen—tonight we'll feast on meat and drink to our hearts' content!"

"Tonight, there are no rulers and subjects, no superiors and inferiors, no distinction between monsters and humans. Let everyone drink to their heart's content!"

The entire hall erupted in a thunderous response.

The invisible river between the two camps seemed to be filled in for a moment the instant Inuyasha finished speaking.

Feng and Jieluo sipped their wine, their bright faces reflecting each other's beauty.

The priestess looked at the overly familiar female demon, somewhat puzzled.

As Jieluo looked at Feng, she also recalled the "double flight" that Inuyasha had occasionally mentioned.

Well, to put it simply—women who are wicked to the core don't mind being a little more exciting.

Donglan raised her glass, followed by Chunlan, Xialan, and Qiulan, and the leopard cats began to celebrate.

Jaken squeezed in with Wolf Wild, and the little demon with a decent but not insignificant status quickly rose to prominence among the demons.

The only one out of place in the room was Sesshomaru. He looked down at the cup of wine in front of him. The surface of the wine was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the flickering candlelight in the hall, as if a small piece of the night sky had been contained within it.

He neither picked it up nor turned away; he simply sat there, his back straight, like moonlight falling on charcoal fires in the sweltering heat of New Year's Eve—cold and lonely.

Inuyasha glanced at it, then picked up the sake jar again, filled a bowl with it, and raised it to the crowd in the hall once more.

"Another bowl, please!"

The cheers were deafening, and the aroma of wine filled the air, bringing the festive atmosphere of New Year's Eve to its peak.

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere inside the hall became thoroughly lively.

Among the monsters on the left, someone jumped onto the table and, drunkenly swaying his head, began to sing a wildly off-key war song. The tune was so off that even he couldn't find his way back, while the monsters next to him slapped the table and howled along, making the bowls and plates bounce.

Wolf Wild Qian took off his outer robe, bared his arms and legs, and danced wildly. He was carried around the arena by several little demons, which made everyone laugh.

On the human side of the right, after a few drinks, Feng stood up, clapped his hands, and beckoned the children of Zenkenkyo to come to the center of the hall.

Dozens of children held hands and danced a folk dance commonly seen during the New Year in the countryside, keeping time with the rhythm. Their steps were simple and lively, and their sleeves billowed out like little flowers as they spun around.

The monsters were initially stunned, but then some of them started clapping. The rhythmic applause surged like a tide, emboldening the children, who danced even more joyfully.

On the high platform, Inuyasha leaned back in his chair, holding a sake bowl, watching the joyful scene below with a smile on his lips.

Then he stood up, carrying his wine bowl, and swayed over to Sesshomaru's table, before plopping down next to the big dog.

Sesshomaru, who was looking down at the singing and dancing below, stiffened slightly at the sudden closeness, and an almost unnatural look flashed in his eyes.

"Inuyasha"

His voice remained cold and indifferent. "You're sitting too close."

"Um?"

Inuyasha tilted his head, deliberately leaning it to the side, and rested his head on Sesshomaru's shoulder. "What did you say? It's too noisy, I can't hear you."

Sesshomaru's eyebrow twitched almost imperceptibly, and he shifted his body slightly to the other side, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice.

"...Sit further away from me."

"What do you mean, sit closer? No problem!"

Inuyasha moved closer to him instead, grinning with a smile that smelled of alcohol.

Sesshomaru turned his head and glared at him coldly. "If you come any closer, I won't hesitate to throw you off this platform."

"Go ahead and throw it." Inuyasha didn't back down; instead, he shoved the sake bowl in front of Sesshomaru. "Drink this bowl before you throw it. You're already here; what kind of talk is it if you don't drink a drop?"

Sesshomaru looked down at the wine bowl handed to him. The rim of the bowl was stained with the water that Inuyasha had drunk from. The wine swayed slightly, reflecting the lights of the hall and his own disgusted expression.

"I, Sesshomaru, never drink alcohol!"