Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

Now, Kaede feels nothing but dissatisfaction towards Inuyasha and excitement at the possibility of uncovering the truth.

But she also knew Inuyasha's temperament. Gentle words might get him to tell her the whole story, but such an attitude would be absolutely impossible.

Kaede wanted to provoke Inuyasha into attacking, so that he could rightfully tie him up and send him to Kikyo's grave to repent.

"You're not as pretty as Kikyo, what are you looking at?!" Inuyasha snapped back, not holding back at all.

He stomped on the arrows beside him, snapping them in two with a crack that echoed around him.

With the same arrogant gaze he had before, Inuyasha swept his arms and twisted his neck, exuding a murderous aura.

"You've brought so many people here, so just do it if you want, stop hesitating!"

His happy life was ruined for no reason, and he was filled with anger, both at himself and at Kikyo.

As for Naraku, he's just a stray dog ​​by the roadside.

If it weren't for the lack of smell, Inuyasha would have gone straight to him and killed him immediately, without getting upset over someone who was destined to die.

Having awakened his past life memories and merged with his former self, Inuyasha's strength is now vastly different, even without the Tessaiga.

Perhaps they are still not as good as Sesshomaru and Kikyo, but at least they are not being beaten on one side anymore.

As Inuyasha advanced, his rising momentum caused the horses to neigh restlessly.

"Lord Feng!"

Some villagers looked nervously at Feng, whose brows were furrowed, "Inuyasha is coming!"

"Should we make a move?"

Only twenty years have passed since Kikyo's death, and the child who once played with Inuyasha has grown into a warrior who protects the village.

Aside from past relationships, the villagers had no intention of attacking Inuyasha, who looked like a formidable opponent.

Feng, who was being watched by everyone, naturally understood what they meant.

She could only bow her head before Inuyasha; being so young, she couldn't overcome the hurdle in her heart.

"Inuyasha, don't be so arrogant."

As Feng watched the silver-haired dog demon approach step by step, he reached into his robes, preparing to use his trump card.

"Don't think that just because Kikyo isn't here, you're beyond help. I have..."

Suddenly, a figure flashed past in front of me.

A hand forcefully squeezed into his chest, and then pulled out a rosary with fangs. Under Maple's stunned gaze, Inuyasha proudly held it in mid-air.

The afternoon sunlight was blocked by the silver-haired dog demon standing on the horse's head in front of him. Maple, whose whole body was covered by the other party's shadow, stared blankly and opened his mouth into an "O" shape.

"Hehe, this thing..."

Inuyasha held the spiritual prayer beads to his nose and sniffed them, a nostalgic expression on his face—they contained his own scent, Kikyo's scent, and…

"You stinking dog, give it back to me!"

Feng flew into a rage, grabbed a longbow, and smashed it into Inuyasha's leg.

The latter jumped up and laughed arrogantly, "I won't pay it back, I won't pay it back, I just won't pay it back."

"Hahaha!"

For Inuyasha, this spiritual rosary was like the headband that bound Sun Wukong.

Now that it's in my hands, why would I be stupid enough to hand it over?

Ignoring Kaede's exasperation, Inuyasha put the prayer beads into his pocket, took a few steps and rushed over a hundred meters, quickly arriving at what used to be Kikyo's house, now Kaede's residence.

Chapter 3 See you again in a few years

As the sun sets and dusk falls, smoke curls from the chimneys of every household in Maple Village, creating a scene of tranquility.

In a small, conspicuous hut in the middle of the village, a campfire is lit, and a pot of soup is simmering.

The firelight flickered, warming the walls, and the firewood crackled and popped.

Inuyasha, who had been engrossed in eating, looked up with a blissful expression and opened his mouth to shout.

"Another bowl, please!"

"Give me back my rosary!"

"Another bowl, please!"

Feng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He stared at the rice bowl that was handed to him right in front of his eyes, his eyes twitching.

She wanted to slap him away, but seeing Inuyasha's urging manner, childhood memories flooded her mind, and her heart softened in the end.

Feng subconsciously took the bowl, which was filled with soup, but couldn't help but complain.

"Inuyasha, this is my home!"

"What do you mean, 'your home' or 'my home'?"

Inuyasha snorted, "Kikyo is my wife, and you are Kikyo's sister. Logically speaking, this should be our home!"

He grinned wickedly and raised his fist. "If you say anything disrespectful again, I'll beat you up."

Upon hearing this, Feng's expression darkened. He slammed the bowl down beside him and turned his cold gaze to Inuyasha, who was sitting upright.

"Kikyo-neechan is dead."

She paused, then said, word by word, "You're the one who killed me!"

Sensing the oppressive atmosphere in the room, Inuyasha sighed and bluntly stated, "In a sense, that is indeed the case."

Feng looked startled.

She had considered that Inuyasha might slam the door and leave, or he might keep quiet, but she never expected him to admit it directly.

"Why!"

Before Feng could finish those three words, he pressed on, "Your relationship with Kikyo is so good, why?"

"why?"

Inuyasha smiled—a smile that was more complex than any Kaede had ever seen before.

This was an expression that the eternally proud half-demon would never show in my memory.

"So, there really is more to the story?"

Feng clenched his fists on his knees, feeling a mixture of relief and resentment.

I'll tell you after we finish eating.

Inuyasha reached out his hand, and Feng, without suspicion, handed him the bowl beside him.

"Let me tell you about these past years."

For twenty years, Kaede had never told anyone about the hardships she had endured, big or small, to Inuyasha, who was neither an elder nor a junior. Without realizing it, she poured out her heart to him.

By the end, Feng had visibly become much more energetic.

"Take me to see Kikyo."

After eating and drinking his fill, Inuyasha wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

Besides being impervious to swords and spears and impervious to fire and water, the fire rat fur also has the functions of self-cleaning and adapting to different sizes, making it a true treasure.

Feeling much better, Kaede looked at Inuyasha, who had already gotten up, and didn't rush to ask him about his relationship with Kikyo.

The two walked along the village road, the paddy fields shimmering with fine ripples under the cool moonlight, and the night breeze ruffling their hair.

The air was filled with the chirping of insects, and the moon and stars were few and far between.

Soon, they arrived at Kikyo's grave. Inuyasha stared at the tombstone, wondering whether he should dig Kikyo up right now.

He glanced at Feng, who looked sorrowful beside him, and decisively dismissed the idea.

In the original story, Kikyo was able to be resurrected because the demon girl Ritsu stole Kikyo's spirit bones, attempting to make Kikyo collect the Shikon Jewel.

The current timeline is thirty years ahead of Kagome's time travel, making it difficult to determine whether reviving Kikyo at this time would affect Kagome.

Right now, the more you do, the more mistakes you make.

However, Inuyasha was determined to obtain the demon woman's ability to communicate with spirits.

Thinking of this, he no longer intended to linger and turned to Feng.

"I will clear away the dangers around the village in the next few days, and then I will leave."

"Find a way to treat your eyes while searching for someone to sow discord."

"I'm counting on you to continue protecting the village."

As Feng listened to Inuyasha's information-packed words, his mind raced.

Before she could figure it out, Inuyasha patted her shoulder, his eyes reflecting Feng's dashing and youthful appearance, and then turned and left.

"Feng, see you again in a few years."

As Feng watched the silver-haired dog demon's departing figure, he slowly lowered his raised hand.

She swallowed the words that were on her throat, turned to look at the tombstone, and lowered her gaze.

The girl's murmured words were carried away by the wind to distant places.

..............................

Inuyasha ran through the forest, his enhanced physical abilities allowing him to smell scents from afar, in shallower, and deeper.

He ran over the junk monsters that blocked his way at night, treating them like speed bumps.

"Are you that half-demon?"

After crossing a mountain, a sudden sound of surprise made Inuyasha turn around.

In the lush forest stood a monster with the upper and lower body of a human woman, but six arms, and the lower body of a centipede, known as the Centipede Demoness.

"It really is you! I never expected you to survive the priestess's seal!"

The centipede-like demon woman swayed her centipede body like a python, and her densely packed legs instilled a sense of dread from the bottom of one's heart.

Inuyasha flicked his wrist, looking indifferently at the agitated centipede demon woman.

"But it's all good, this way I can avenge my mother!"

"If you're going to fight, then fight! Stop talking so much nonsense!"

Soul-Scattering Iron Claw!

A sharp, golden claw flashed.

This centipede demon was torn to pieces, just like the centipede demon who kidnapped Kaede as a hostage and was killed by Inuyasha.

Inuyasha stood in the rain of blood, watching the corpses falling from the sky, and remembered something.

"I remember there was a centipede demon in the later episodes of Princess Yasha. Was it this centipede demon's granddaughter or daughter?"

"Never mind, it's not important."

Inuyasha shook himself off and continued on his way to his destination.

As he ran, a tangible, eerie light shone in his eyes, leaving a long trail of light behind him.

This power, a fusion of demonic and magical power, was named "Source Power" by him.

With the support of the source force, one can not only enhance physical functions, but also see "non-existent things" that are invisible to the naked eye.

Inuyasha stopped in front of a cliff with jagged rocks.

In Yuanli's vision, the dense strands of hair gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight.

Against the force of gravity, they converge and weave towards the center, eventually forming a giant nest suspended in mid-air.

Heads were drawn in from all directions by strands of hair, their flesh and blood stripped away halfway, scattering red and white blood all over the ground, rising in a thin, pungent mist under the moonlight.

The remaining skeletons and skulls were thrown into the mountain of skulls below the nest, while the hair, soaked with the essence of flesh and blood, became even thicker and shinier.

They merge into the nest, and then spread outwards in the next second, each strand of hair shimmering with a moist and alluring luster under the moonlight.

This lair is like a cold and ruthless black widow, constantly weaving a dangerous web, waiting for prey to walk right into it.

Inuyasha, gazing at the highlight of the night, swung his hand and cut off a strand of hair beside him.