Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

In early summer in Zenki, everything is sprouting and growing.

The rice seeds sown in early spring have sprouted green shoots, and the fields are full of vitality, creating waves of light green in the breeze.

However, the weather this year is not ideal – there has been little rain since the beginning of summer, but the sun is scorching, and the soil on the ridges has developed fine cracks.

Several experienced farmers were standing at the mouth of the canal directing the water diversion. The simple canal made of bamboo tubes meandered all the way from the riverbank.

Clear water gurgled down the ditches and flowed into the fields, nourishing the thirsty rice seedlings.

The children weren't idle either.

Dozens of teenagers, led by the women, walked barefoot on the ridges of the fields, helping to carry bundles of grass and planks to block the water, their foreheads glistening with fine beads of sweat.

These children, who came from humble backgrounds, cherished the peaceful and happy life that Zenkenkyō brought them, and worked with even more energy than the adults.

Just like the city that was being built bit by bit, those bright, sparkling eyes held an incredibly bright future.

In the most magnificent courtyard on Shanjian Road, the backyard has a unique and elegant scene.

A man-made swimming pool shimmered in the afternoon sun, its bottom covered with smooth pebbles.

The pond water is drawn from the small river outside the courtyard, with fresh water constantly flowing in and overflowing from the other side.

Feng leaned against the pool wall.

The gentle ripples covered her shoulders, floating her long, loose hair on the surface.

Sunlight filters through the shadows of the trees, falling on bare skin that glows with a rosy, translucent sheen, as if moistened by moisture. Her face is like a peach blossom, and even her brows exude a sense of contentment.

The priestess turned her head and looked at Inuyasha, who was splashing around in the water not far away.

The half-demon was pulling forward with both arms, his head darting forward, splashing water everywhere and wetting a large area of ​​the stone slabs by the pool.

A natural-born dog paddle swimmer.

Others can't help but envy her.

Kaede's explanation only elicited agreement from Kaede, who simply said "Yes, yes, yes."

Enraged by such a perfunctory attitude, the half-demon captured the priestess and promptly carried out the family discipline.

Afterwards, Feng knelt down and begged for forgiveness, crying and shouting that he was the best at doggy paddle.

"The weather this year is a bit different from usual." The priestess covered her ample bosom with her hands. Although physical intimacy with Inuyasha was commonplace, her female instincts still made her feel a little shy.

She looked up at the sky above, which was somewhat whitened by the sunlight, her tone filled with worry.

"If this continues, this year's harvest will be lower, which will affect both Yoshikage's self-sufficiency and the expansion of the Nine-Nine Toad territory."

Kaede looked at Inuyasha, who had stopped doggy-pawing, and spoke with some longing.

"If only we could know when the rain will come and how much it will come, then we would know what to expect and the problem of food would no longer be a problem."

"Climate issue?"

Inuyasha raised his head from the water and wiped the water droplets from his face.

His silver hair clung damply to his cheeks and neck, making Feng glance at him a few more times.

Men are lustful, and women are lustful too; they are the same species and there is not much difference between them.

"I've been with you guys for over a month, and I almost forgot I was supposed to go out and catch monsters."

"Women have truly ruined me."

Under Feng's speechless gaze, Inuyasha continued, "I happen to have a few decent demons here, the kind that can control wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. I'll catch them for you when the time comes."

Upon hearing this, Feng's eyes lit up. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go catch them!"

"Eh."

The silver-haired half-demon spread his hands and shook his head. "You woman, you're so eager when you need me, but you kick me aside when you don't. That's really going too far."

"What are you babbling about?"

Maple is different from Jieluo.

She couldn't be bothered to tolerate Er Gouzi's arrogance and urged him, "Go and come back quickly, the fields at home are waiting for you."

Inuyasha smirked.

"What a beautiful and responsible shrine maiden!"

"When you say 'field,' do you mean the farmland outside, or the field in the yard?"

Feng was taken aback. He watched as the half-demon made a hand gesture and immediately sank into the water, letting the cool pool water cover his chin.

Only a pair of embarrassed and annoyed eyes were visible as they watched the half-demon rubbing his hands as he approached.

"I won't go if you don't tell me."

"...Yes, you have them all, you bastard!"

Deep in the canyon, jagged rocks abound.

The cliffs on both sides rise straight into the sky as if cleaved by a knife and axe, and the rock walls are covered with scorched marks from being burned by lightning.

The dark clouds overhead hung so low they almost pressed against the mountain ridgeline, and lightning crackled and flashed in the depths of the clouds, appearing and disappearing amidst the dark curtain.

Each flash was followed by a deep, thunderous roar, so loud that the pebbles beneath their feet trembled slightly.

The patriarch of the Thunder Beast clan traveled between the clouds and the cliffs.

It was a tall, slender man with a neat ponytail that was pulled straight behind him by the wind.

Armor covered his body, the dark silver plates gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the electric light, and the edges of the shoulder armor were decorated with fine lightning patterns that undulated slightly with his flight.

He held a lightning strike gun as long as his body in his hand, its tip crackling with fine blue-white arcs of electricity.

Slightly to his side, a swirling thundercloud hovered low.

A female thunder beast stood on the cloud, her figure being about half a body shorter than the male thunder beast.

The head's outline resembled a mouse, with smooth lines and soft edges, appearing somewhat out of place amidst the rolling electric light.

The thunderclouds surrounding her expanded and contracted slightly with her breath, occasionally releasing a few fine arcs of electricity, but these were much gentler than the violent aura surrounding the male thunder beast.

She gazed at the canyon exit torn open by lightning, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

"The head of the household."

"We're at a disadvantage. Do we really have to fight the Calamity Clan?"

The Thunder Beast Chieftain fell silent, gazing into the distance—beyond Thunder Valley.

The horizon there is being tainted by a demonic aura that does not belong to the Thunder Beast.

Aggressive and leaving no room for compromise.

He looked away and gripped the lightning gun in his hand tightly.

The electric arcs on the gun pulsed, illuminating the old scar on his face that stretched from his eyebrow to his jaw, and also the unwavering resolve in his eyes.

"The enemy has already reached the entrance of Thunder Valley." The Thunder Beast Chieftain spoke, his voice low and hoarse from the thunder, yet it pierced clearly through the clamor of wind and lightning.

"For the Thunder Beast race, for Flying Sky and Full Sky, this battle... there is no turning back!"

Swallowing her words about a strategic shift, the female thunder beast's face hardened.

Without this ancestral land of thunderclouds, the growth of thunder beasts will decline drastically, like a soaring eagle with broken wings.

At the same time, what's even more terrifying for monsters is the reputation of fleeing without a fight.

A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the rocky ground in a ghastly white light for a moment before plunging it into darkness.

In the brief interval between the lightning and thunder, two figures disappeared into the clouds.