Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

Zi's ​​usually calm expression stiffened unusually.

This expression made Youyouzi burst out laughing as if she had discovered a new world.

Then it turned into a silver bell-like laughter that echoed in the courtyard.

"Hahaha... Zi, your expression now..."

Youyouzi laughed so hard that she fell backwards, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers.

Under Zi's increasingly "kind" gaze, Youyouzi quickly sat up straight, folded her hands neatly on her knees, and put on a dignified and virtuous look.

She tilted her head slightly, and the cherry blossom hair ornament in her hair swayed gently with her movement. "This is how I look like a young girl!"

"He's not the evil villain in the story, always plotting in the dark, harboring evil intentions all day long."

The night wind blew, sweeping down the cherry blossoms that were in full bloom everywhere in the White Jade Tower.

Two or three cherry blossom petals slowly fell, blocking their view of each other.

Zi picked up the teacup, took a sip, and her eyes were as bright and beautiful as usual.

"Rebel?"

She replied calmly, "That depends on who's writing the story."

"Zi, you really are like the big boss behind the scenes. If you're beaten to your knees and begged for mercy in tears by the heroic hero, I won't save you..."

Under the threat of the crack above her head, Youyouzi changed the subject and said, "Shouldn't it be time to bring Yaoji back now?"

"Are you going to pick it up?"

"That's it."

Yuyuko, who was worried that the gap to hell would open, would be caught by Shiki Eiji and she decisively refused.

After a moment of silence, the sound of brisk footsteps came closer.

Youmeng held the celadon tea tray steadily in both hands, on which was placed brewed Gyokuro tea and several plates of exquisite Japanese sweets.

She straightened her back and tried to maintain the seriousness of a guard on her young face.

But those bright eyes could not hide the joy in their eyes.

"Master Youyouzi, Master Zi."

She bowed slightly, her voice as clear as wind chimes on the eaves, yet with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness.

After placing the refreshments, Youmu bent down and stepped back, imitating his grandfather's posture, standing at a distance from the two of them.

It would not disturb the host's conversation, and it could also be handed over to Youyouzi as soon as she reached out for the third plate of snacks.

"Zi, is it really possible to create a new hell?"

Zi looked at Youyouko who suddenly brought up the topic, then glanced at Youmu who looked honest, and said with understanding, "The Enmas have long wanted to expand Hell. I'm just... expanding their thinking a little bit."

(Huh?)

(Is this what I should be listening to?)

Youmu, who was listening attentively and waiting for instructions, looked at the two people who were discussing important matters in a daze.

He opened his lips slightly, wanting to remind them that this little monster of his was still here.

"That...that..."

"Shh..." Youyouzi turned her head and gently placed a slender white finger in front of Youmu's lips, "Little Youmu, don't think too much, just be good."

Her cherry-colored eyes were filled with emotions that Youmu could not understand.

"Now hell is a place of reincarnation born naturally, whether it is Yama or us, including those gods."

"What everyone has mastered is only the power of realm. It is still a long way from the power of rules that represents the origin of the world."

Youyouzi gently shook the teacup, causing ripples to appear on the dew in the cup.

"Zi, even if the realm power you possess is very special, it is impossible to create a world out of thin air."

The purple folding fan was suspended in mid-air, and the faint light seeping from between the ribs cut her face into fragments of light and dark.

"Like this?"

She fully unfolded the folding fan—the word "innocent" originally painted on the fan now showed a constantly distorted chaotic pattern.

Those lines seemed to be squirming with life, and every change made the surrounding space wail under the heavy burden.

Under Youyouzi's astonished gaze, the twisted lines on the fan multiplied wildly, and in the blink of an eye, they weaved into a miniature three-dimensional barrier.

Blood-colored mist surged within the barrier, and the outlines of a mountain of swords and a forest of knives could be vaguely seen, while the karmic fire burned out charred cracks in the void.

This is a miniature reproduction of the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

"This is...!"

Youyouzi was no longer surprised, but frightened.

The pair of cherry-colored eyes that always held a smile shrank drastically, causing the soul-returning butterflies around them to freeze in mid-air.

(This has already surpassed the realm of realm...)

(It's almost like...)

Youyouzi, who is one of the strongest people in the world, can fully understand what Zi's move means.

It is not a simple projection of power, but a "reconstruction" that touches the essence of the world.

Youmu blinked in confusion.

In her view, the barrier was nothing more than distorted light and shadow projected on her eyes, which was simply dazzling.

Purple's slender five fingers gently closed together, and the terrifying blood-colored barrier dissipated silently like morning mist meeting the sun.

The last wisp of blood mist swirled in her palm for a moment, then turned into a translucent cherry petal, floating down onto the table.

"Although it was short-lived."

Zi unfolded the folding fan, and the twisted patterns on the fan had turned back into the dignified words "I am strong", as if the change just now had never happened.

She smiled gracefully, "But it does touch the threshold of the rules, doesn't it?"

Youyouzi said with a complicated expression, "Zi, you are indeed the villain!"

The smile on Zi's face froze, and the gap behind him opened up. In front of Youyouzi and Youmeng's confused, shocked, and finally desperate gazes, he moved away a large pile of food from the kitchen and warehouse of Baiyu Building.

"purple--!"

Youyouzi suddenly flew over, her voice breaking, "Let's talk it over! Those are my lives!"

Youmu had already fallen to his knees, his entire body turning pale.

The gap had already swallowed up Zi's figure, and Youyouzi didn't even touch the corner of the "big devil's" clothes.

"Do not--!"

Chapter 150 The War That Never Sets

Youyouko's shrill wail split the air like a knife, and Youmu shuddered all over, even her hairband stood up in fright.

She rushed to the kitchen with her little feet, and her clogs made a series of hurried "click" sounds on the corridor floor.

“Haaaa…Haaaa…”

When Youmu ran back panting, her whole face was wrinkled like that of an old woman.

She was still holding the half of the sausage that Zi had let go of in her hand, and she looked so pitiful, like a squirrel whose pine cones had been stolen.

"Master Youyouzi!"

Youmu's voice was filled with tears. "The salmon in the ice cellar, the ten-year-old wine in the cellar, even the pickled plums I pickled just yesterday... are all... gone!"

This news was like a bolt of lightning hitting Youyouzi on the top of his head.

She felt a black screen before her eyes, and her whole body swayed like a koi with its bones pulled out, and she almost fell from mid-air.

Her snow-white teeth clattered, "The Demon King, the absolute Great Demon King, we must find a brave man to defeat her!"

"Don't worry, Master Youyouzi!"

Youmu immediately straightened her back and placed her hand on the wooden sword used for training at her waist.

"I'm going to gather my weapons and equipment, find like-minded companions, and go destroy the evil youkai, the Sage Demon King!"

Hearing the master's words, Youmeng, who was a serious person, hurried into the house, but before she took a few steps, she felt her body lighten.

A translucent cloud of souls gently lifted her up and floated back to Youyouzi.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Youyouzi's face, which was both funny and sad.

"Master Youyouzi—it hurts!"

Just as Youmu opened her mouth, a slender finger flicked her forehead, leaving a cherry blossom red mark.

"It hurts, I thought my little Youmeng was born not afraid of pain, a stubborn little idiot."

Youmu covered her forehead and puffed up her cheeks in grievance, "That's too much, Lady Youyouko is teasing me again."

Just thinking about the current situation, his voice suddenly became weak.

"But Master Yuyuko, there really isn't even a grain of rice left in the kitchen."

"There's nothing to worry about."

Youyouzi smiled mysteriously and pointed to the entrance of the courtyard.

The Queen Mother of the Dog Tribe, who lived nearby, walked in curiously.

"Your Excellency Youyouzi, did something happen just now? I heard quite a commotion over here."

"It's okay, I'm just practicing swordsmanship with Youmu." Youyuko floated in front of Masako and blinked.

"Speaking of which, has Masako ever thought about returning to the living world?"

Masako opened her eyes slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously covered the corners of her lips.

"Is this...really possible?"

Her voice was as gentle as the wind, but it couldn't hide the joy in her eyes.