Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

This time it's Inuyasha's turn to act aloof.

He didn't rush to speak, resting his chin on one hand and smiling as he looked at Sesshomaru.

Sesshomaru stood there for a while, his lips tightly pressed together. He clearly wanted to ask something, but because of his previous posture, he couldn't bring himself to ask.

The two remained locked in a stalemate, one smiling without saying a word, the other standing motionless with a cold expression.

The north wind swept through the middle of the courtyard, rustling the branches of the trees as if it were worried for them.

Seeing this, Xie Jian realized that he had no choice but to step in and smooth things over.

He took a few steps forward, cleared his throat, and spoke in a more solemn tone, "Young Master Sesshomaru, this concerns the master's current situation, so I humbly request that you stay for a moment."

Sesshomaru remained silent.

Jaken then turned to Inuyasha, bowing slightly. "Young Master Inuyasha, Young Master Sesshomaru is your elder brother and the eldest son of the Lord. He has the right to know the implications. Please speak up and explain."

After he finished speaking, he quickly stood aside, bent over, and lowered his head, keeping his eyes down and his mind focused.

"Sesshomaru, come with me."

Inuyasha stood up and walked towards the depths of the courtyard. Sesshomaru, who was walking downhill, followed silently.

Upon arriving at the secret room in the attic, Jaken was about to follow when Inuyasha, without turning his head, raised his hand to block him, saying, "You stay outside and guard the room. Don't let anyone in."

"Yes."

Xie Jian obediently withdrew his foot, picked up the staff with the human head, and sat down at the door.

Inside the secret room, the candlelight was lit one by one by Inuyasha's demonic power.

He took out a spare terracotta figurine from a cabinet in the corner, which was exactly the same material and size as the one from the night before New Year's Eve.

Inuyasha sat cross-legged, bit his fingertip, and drops of blood fell onto the smooth head of the terracotta figurine, slowly spreading along the curved surface and seeping into the texture of the soil.

Sesshomaru watched quietly.

"We'll see the underworld soon." Inuyasha held his breath, pressed his fingertips on the terracotta figurine, and whispered, "If there's any unusual activity, remember to use the Tenseiga."

To be honest, he was more interested in the Tenseiga than the Tessaiga and Souniga combined.

Killing is easy, saving lives is difficult.

It's like going home for Chinese New Year; having a car is the same as not having one.

A car is not a necessity of life, but there are times when you really can't live without it.

However, Inuyasha, who planned to find another way to master the resurrection technique and gradually make Sesshomaru work for him, did not intend to steal it.

However, since Tenseiga happened to be there this time, I decided to try out an idea that had just popped into my head.

Sesshomaru, puzzled, simply nodded slightly.

The runes of the circular array lit up one after another, and the eerie green light slowly traveled along the patterns on the stone slab.

The hazy mist reappeared, and their gazes swept across the murky, silent river, then they both saw—

On the opposite bank of the River Styx, in a desolate place, a majestic figure sat cross-legged, a black, menacing sword pressed against his knees.

The evil spirits and malevolent energy swirling around the sword were suppressed by the demonic power flowing around Touya-o.

As if sensing something, he slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the two banks of life and death, landing on the two brothers on this side.

This time the image was much clearer than the last one, and Inuyasha's soul felt an unprecedented tearing force.

The closer you get and the clearer you can see, the tighter the gate between life and death closes, as if it's trying to drag him into the deepest hell!

The half-demon's consciousness began to blur, and his mental strength was on the verge of its limit. He gritted his teeth and roared behind him.

"Extracting the congenital tooth!"

Sesshomaru's hand was already resting on the hilt of the Tenseiga, which was pulsating.

The moment Inu no Taisho appeared on the other side of the underworld, the Tessaiga and Tenseiga, both possessing spirituality, simultaneously emitted waves.

Without hesitation, the big dog drew its healing sword and pinned it to the ground.

The sword's edge pierced the stone slab by about an inch, and a soft white light rippled outwards from the sword like waves, converging above the circular formation where the two were located, transforming into a semi-transparent light curtain.

The rift between the two worlds was firmly locked by the barrier of the Tenseiga, and Inuyasha's almost torn mental strength suddenly relaxed.

He was breathing heavily, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead onto the terracotta figurine, which had only developed a crack.

Sesshomaru stared at the gaze that Inu no Taisho was casting—across the distance between life and death, he was momentarily transported back to that night.

Moonlit night, sea breeze, falling snow.

The Demon King, who stood at the pinnacle of the demon realm, was covered in blood. His white fur was mostly soaked in crimson, and the armor on his chest was shattered like a spider web. His demonic power flickered weakly in the cold winter wind.

At his waist and on his back are the three swords known for their domineering power and resounding fame throughout the world—Tessaiga, Tenseiga, and Murakumoiga.

"Sesshomaru—"

"Is there someone you want to protect?"

The sea breeze blew up from below the cliff, swirling snowflakes and landing on young Sesshomaru's face.

The cold touch, now separated by a long period of time, falls on his heart again.

He remembered how he answered—he remembered the cold and matter-of-fact "No need," he remembered his father's slightly lowered eyelids after hearing it, and the regret that was almost swallowed up by the night.

At this moment, the candlelight flickered in the secret chamber, the light of Tenseiga's barrier flowed quietly around him, and the figure on the opposite bank of the River Styx remained seated.

Douya Wang looked at the two brothers getting along harmoniously with satisfaction, and was about to speak when a loud shout broke out from the other side.

"Dad, hurry up and throw the Cloud Fang over here! It's such a waste to leave it in the Underworld!"

"Aren't you tired of squatting there for decades? Anyway, the Tsurugi will eventually break free from its seal in the underworld for various reasons. Why not give it to Sesshomaru now?"

"All these years, you have no idea that Sesshomaru, for the sake of the sword, not only hasn't gone home, but hasn't even looked for a wife, spending all his time wandering around outside!"

Inuyasha's voice pierced through the gray mist, loud and assertive.

"They even said that being with women makes you weak, that's just ridiculous."

"Inuyasha, you're talking nonsense—"

Sesshomaru, still surprised that Inuyasha had offered up the Kusanagi, immediately glared at him.

Before he could finish speaking, Inuyasha retorted without any politeness.

"What are you looking at? Go tell your mom if you dare! See if she beats you up!"

Sesshomaru trembled with rage, and Toga's lips were frozen in place.

Inuyasha continued, addressing Toga, "Father, and the Tessaiga! Why doesn't this sword change shape at all now that I have it—what happened to the demonic energy you absorbed from slaying those demons?"

"Did you hide it somewhere? Dad, just tell me! Stop playing dumb!"

"How can we waste such good things!"

Touya-oh's face darkened.

The aura of the father, the weathered and heavy figure, and the eyes that were once full of satisfaction—all of which were now shattered by this barrage of accusations from the other side of the River Styx.

His lips twitched, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he forced out a low, menacing sentence through clenched teeth, "...You brat, you really dare to dream!"