Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

While Toga was both amused and exasperated, his gaze toward Inuyasha softened even more.

He was the strongest demon in the Warring States period, and he was known for his upright and steady conduct and reliability. Princess Izayoi was gentle and virtuous, with a temperament as soft as spring water and bluebird.

So how could their child be born with such a roguish appearance?

It must be that the outside world is too difficult—war raging, demons lurking, and people's hearts unpredictable—that the youngest son has to wear the coat of a hedgehog to protect himself.

"If I could be there to watch my children grow up, and have a happy family reunion..."

A fleeting sense of regret crossed my mind.

Toga glanced at Inuyasha and the Tessaiga at his waist, then slowly moved aside, his expression turning serious as if he wanted to beat up his youngest son, Sesshomaru.

"The underworld is not a place for the living to communicate. The deceased can never return to the human world—Sesshomaru, Inuyasha."

He looked at the two young faces, one like ice and the other like fire, and said, "I'm very happy that you two can stand together harmoniously."

Inuyasha blinked but didn't say anything.

Sesshomaru's lips twitched slightly.

But Douya Wang changed the subject, his tone turning somber, "It's just that I can't grant you what you want."

"Father!"

Upon hearing this, Sesshomaru took a half step forward and waved his sleeve.

"The Congyun Fang is already a burden to you, why not hand it over to me?"

"Don't you believe in my abilities?"

"that is!"

Inuyasha raised his hand.

"Even without the Cong Yun Ya, my elder brother is still invincible!"

Douya, who wanted to offer some words of advice, suddenly fell silent upon hearing his youngest son's confident words.

Sesshomaru stood still, silent, but his fists were clenched.

After a moment or two of silence, Toga said, "Sesshomaru, the Murakumo-ga is not the right sword for you. Only when you understand your own heart will you gain your true power!"

"That sounds very mystical."

Inuyasha, always eager for a good show, chimed in without any hesitation.

"Dad, if you don't explain things clearly, how will my older brother understand?"

Sesshomaru's face stiffened, and he opened his mouth to retort, but then realized...

He really couldn't understand.

Seeing that his father wasn't just making excuses, he spoke stiffly, "Even with the Cloud Fang, I can still see into people's hearts!"

"That's right!"

Inuyasha nodded in agreement, "Brother's heart is set on a grand ambition, reaching for the stars and the sea. How could the mere Sounka possibly even begin to compare!"

"Inuyasha, shut up!"

"No one understands the art of conquest better than me!"

Sesshomaru's interruption came quickly and coldly, his words carrying the irritation of "Don't blame me for being impolite if you dare to say another word."

Beneath the surface of his agitation lay an unease he himself was unaware of, a unease stirred up by the word "hegemony."

Inuyasha shrugged, spread his hands, and gave his father on the other side of the River Styx a look that said, "See, I told you so."

The vein on Douya Wang's forehead throbbed once, then throbbed again.

He took a deep breath, glanced at the ice-cold Sesshomaru, and then at Inuyasha, who gave off the feeling of "I will win." His voice carried a complex mix of emotions, neither happiness nor melancholy.

"Sesshomaru, with Inuyasha around, your days are going to be much more exciting."

Sesshomaru said coldly, "I, Sesshomaru, have no need for this kind of excitement!"

"Tch." Inuyasha put his hands behind his head. "I wonder who it was last night..."

"Inuyasha, you're not allowed to speak!"

Sesshomaru interrupted quickly and accurately, a dangerous glint already appearing in his eyes.

Inuyasha pouted, "A man who embarks on a path to conquest speaks with domineering authority."

"you--!"

Seeing Sesshomaru about to attack, Toga's eyelids twitched, and he quickly shouted to stop him, "Alright! Talk to me properly!"

Both sons gave him face.

"The passage between the two worlds won't last long."

Douya Wang spoke a few steps faster than before, "Let's get straight to the point."

"As your father, I would never harm you. Giving you the Tenseiga and Tessaiga is not out of favoritism."

"I can only guide you on the road ahead; you will have to walk it yourselves afterward."

"I hope you can all become independent, marry the women you love, and start a family."

The barrier began to shake.

The gray fog surged from the edges toward the center, gradually blurring the view on the opposite bank of the River Styx.

Toga's face grew paler and paler, but his final words still pierced through the closing crack and reached the ears of the two.

"You don't need to come looking for me anymore."

"Sesshomaru, Inuyasha, my two sons, farewell!"

The white light of the Tenseiga suddenly contracted, like a lamp being blown out by the wind.

Sesshomaru stepped forward, reached out and pulled the Tenseiga out of the stone slab. The sword made a very faint hum as it left the ground.

He sheathed his sword and turned to look at Inuyasha, who had risen from the circle. Seeing Inuyasha's pale face from exhaustion, the urge to beat him up vanished without a trace.

The big dog turned around without saying a word and walked towards the door of the secret room.

"Remember to come over next Chinese New Year."

Inuyasha's cheerful voice caught up from behind, "Dad said to settle down and start a family, remember to bring your wife and kids along."

Sesshomaru gave an ambiguous hum—it was unclear whether he agreed, disagreed, or meant "I'll do it next time."

But as the "humph" passed through the door, the last syllable was carried away by the wind under the eaves, and it didn't sound like a rejection to the ear.

The evil-seeking guard outside the door was dozing against the wall when he heard footsteps and was suddenly awakened, almost stumbling and falling to the ground.

He rubbed his eyes and jumped up, seeing that Sesshomaru had already walked a few steps away, so he quickly jogged to catch up with him.

As he ran, he secretly glanced back at the entrance to the secret chamber—the stone door was half-open, and the inside was shadowy and indistinct.

He swallowed hard, forcing back all the questions that were swirling in his mind, and obediently followed behind Sesshomaru.

As Xiejian walked, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance towards the kitchen.

He sniffed, inhaling the aroma of food in the air, his eyes filled with reluctance.

Goodbye, life of the elite.

Inuyasha emerged from the secret chamber and stood on the veranda, the evening breeze blowing his silver hair back.

The last rays of the setting sun sank behind the ridgeline of the distant mountains, burning the entire sky into a deep, rich golden-red hue.

He watched the two figures walk further and further away along the courtyard path, and stretched out a big yawn.

A series of soft cracking sounds came from his spine. The magic he had poured into his body, the mental energy he had consumed, and the blood he had sacrificed—all the fatigue seemed to be stretched and released by this movement, flowing away from his limbs and bones with the evening breeze.

"A long day has come to an end."

"We'll beat up the demons with a stick tonight."

"Tsk, being a leader must be very busy."

Inuyasha chuckled softly, "So, if I don't become the leader, who will?"

"Ha ha!"