Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

Chapter 4 The Childhood Monster - Yura with Reverse Hair

It sounded like the snapping of a violin string.

The next instant, the entire nest of hair trembled violently as if it had been provoked, and millions of hairs surged and rolled wildly outward from the center.

Like black waves bursting open under the moonlight, they swept across the night sky, obscuring everything.

At the very center of that churning black vortex, a banshee revealed herself.

She had short, jet-black hair that reached her ears, with thick bangs neatly covering her forehead, partially obscuring her pink eyes.

Those eyes were incredibly alluring, with slightly upturned corners and pink eyeshadow smudged around the edges, giving them a moist sheen in the moonlight.

On a delicate face, thin lips were slightly pursed, and a black ninja outfit resembling a cool swimsuit clung tightly to her body, with large expanses of snow-white skin dazzling in the night.

From her slender neckline to her delicate collarbone, and then to her full breasts that seem to burst out of the fabric, her curves are flamboyant and unrestrained.

Further down, a pair of straight, slender legs were exposed, the moonlight flowing over their smooth skin, giving it a warm, ivory-like luster.

A hot, fiery body, yet paired with an androgynous temperament.

These contradictions intertwined to create an eerie beauty that both draws people in and sends shivers down their spines.

In short: She's a bad woman!

The demon with the reversed hair turned around in mid-air, its eyes sweeping down at Inuyasha.

The strands of hair behind her slithered around her like snakes, guarding their one and only queen.

With a hint of morning grumpiness, Jieluo raised an eyebrow and glared unkindly at the half-demon below.

"Judging from your appearance, you must be a poor half-demon who followed the priestess and was sealed by her. I didn't expect you to still be alive."

"So you think I'm offering my head?"

As a "celebrity" with a wider reach than Sesshomaru, Inuyasha is used to being teased wherever he goes.

Just like Sun Wukong being called the Keeper of the Heavenly Horses along the way, everyone, whether human or ghost, could say something.

He had no intention of engaging in empty talk.

The purpose of this trip was to eliminate any potential dangers surrounding Maple Village.

Inuyasha's gaze passed over that beautiful face and fixed on the nest of hair.

The densely packed threads crisscrossed, yet nothing unusual was revealed.

'There's a difference between Source Power and a priestess's spiritual power. I can see individual strands of hair, but I can't penetrate them to see what Yura is possessing. Or perhaps the Byakugan from Naruto could?'

The Jieluo is very similar to the lich in the West who possesses a life box; as long as the red comb of its main body is not destroyed, it possesses immortality.

The comb was hidden inside a red skull.

Since I can't kill with one blow, I might as well stretch my muscles a bit. The monsters on the road didn't give me enough fun.

"Jieluo, you're too dangerous!"

After uttering these words, Inuyasha suddenly exerted force with his feet, his whole body turning into a blur, and he shot straight towards Yura, who was in mid-air looking bewildered but not forgetting to retaliate.

As soon as he stood up, a deluge of hair, like a giant wave, swept down from both sides of his head.

With a swift swing of its claws, the light of its claws tore through the night, shredding the oncoming waves of hair into fragments.

Before the broken strands of hair even hit the ground, a new offensive surged in from all directions—from the feet, behind, and above the head—leaving no blind spots.

"A stray dog ​​that's courting death!"

Jieluo snorted angrily, and a red hair comb appeared between her slender fingers. With a casual wave, dozens of strands of hair twisted into a spiral shape, carrying bright red flames as they hurtled through the air—the Ghost Fire Hair.

Before the hair tie even arrived, the will-o'-the-wisps attached to it exploded, several bright red flames connecting in the air, blocking Inuyasha's escape route from all directions.

Will-o'-the-wisp ignites instantly upon contact with anything; even a mere brush against the hem of clothing can instantly spread throughout the body, burning a person to ashes.

Inuyasha twisted his body forcefully in mid-air, his claws slashing repeatedly, the sharp claw winds extinguishing all the approaching will-o'-the-wisps.

Under the cover of the will-o'-the-wisps, the real killing move lurked beneath his feet.

A giant net woven from strands of hair silently closed in, revealing Jie Luo's prized cage technique—the Hair Cage.

The hair steamer suddenly scooped up from the bottom.

Like a closed palm, it tries to trap Inuyasha within it.

At the same time, another hairnet pressed down from above, attacking from both above and below, a net that stretched from heaven to earth.

"No matter how many times I come, it's no use!"

Inuyasha's eyes flashed with a dark light, and his inner energy surged to his limbs and bones. He suddenly spun in mid-air, and his claws transformed into dozens of claw winds, tearing out in both directions simultaneously.

Soul-Scattering Iron Claw!

The hair cage was torn to shreds the moment it touched the claw light, and countless broken strands of hair fluttered in the moonlight.

Amidst the tangled mess of hair, a slender figure approached like a ghost.

Yura drew the Red Cloud from her waist, the blade gleaming with an eerie red light under the moonlight. The blade sliced ​​through the air, aiming straight for Inuyasha's throat.

Inuyasha nimbly dodged, and in the blink of an eye, his left hand gripped Yura's wrist as she held the sword, while his right claw ripped directly towards her chest.

The claw-like light passed right through his body.

Jieluo's body was ripped open with a gruesome gash, and blood spurted out.

The next second, countless fine hairs brushed across the wound, and it healed completely in an instant.

She was even laughing, a laugh that was both alluring and mocking. "Half-demon, don't waste your time. Here, I am immortal."

"I know."

Inuyasha's answer caused Yura's smile to falter slightly.

“I knew from the beginning that your true self wasn’t here. These strands of hair, this body, are just your puppets.”

Terrified, Jieluo severed his own wrist, leaped backward, and created distance again.

Inuyasha waved his paw, shaking off the blood, and sneered.

"But once you find something to connect you to your true self, you're finished."

"End?"

"You, a mere half-demon!?"

"furious!"

Jie Luo's expression darkened slightly, and he raised his hands.

The nest of hair behind him trembled, and millions of hairs burst forth, no longer distinguishing between will-o'-the-wisps, hair cages, or hair traps, but instead converging into an overwhelming sea of ​​fiery hair.

Inuyasha took a deep breath, and his source energy surged through his meridians like boiling magma.

He took a step forward.

With a single step, the fiery sea of ​​hair was torn open by the claws, creating a huge gap.

Without stopping, it cleaved through the flames of the sea of ​​fire, charging straight toward Jieluo with unstoppable force.

The will-o'-the-wisp exploded from the front, only to be extinguished by the burst of energy emanating from his body.

The crimson light of the blade slashed from the right, but he dodged it by tilting his head and then turned to tear out Jie Luo's heart and lungs.

"found it!"

Upon spotting its target, Inuyasha leaped into the air, his body tracing a fiery arc as he reached out with his right claw toward a red skull emerging from a sea of ​​flames.

With his body mangled, Jie Luowang couldn't help but let out a shrill scream, all his hair snapping back as he tried to protect his lifeless head.

But it was too late.

A golden claw-like light swept across, and the main hair around the skull snapped off instantly.

The wildly swirling bangs lost all their power in the blink of an eye and collapsed with a crash.

Thick strands of hair covered the entire cliff, gleaming a deathly gray-white in the moonlight.

Jieluo's body lost its support and slumped softly toward the ground.

Chapter 5 The Submission of Jero

Inuyasha picked up the red skull, which was slightly larger than his palm, examined it for a moment, and unconsciously thought of Kagome Higurashi.

If we count it up, the reverse-hair Yura was the first life-or-death crisis that he and Kagome encountered.

A modern girl living in a peaceful era was not defeated by the evil all around her and the impending death. Instead, she bravely, carefully, and firmly confronted the demons.

This mindset is extraordinary!

This made him like and miss her even more.

'I'm really looking forward to meeting you, Kagome.'

Suppressing his desire, Inuyasha walked with an air of ruthlessness, tossing Yura's manhood up and down, stepping over the pile of dead bones, until he reached her and lowered his gaze.

The alluring and seductive female demon who made her debut has now become a tattered rag doll.

Blood seeped from beneath her mangled body, soaking the hair and broken bones on the ground.

She lay on her back in the shadows where the moonlight couldn't reach, her limbs twisted.

Her exposed skin was covered in bloodstains, devoid of any former charm or fierceness.

Like those lost souls who were hoisted up by her hair net and had their heads cut off, they became lambs to the slaughter in Inuyasha's hands.

Jieluo was completely unable to move, except for her eyes, which could still move. In her dim eyes, there was only a murky look of impending death.

She heard footsteps crunching on dry bones, approaching from afar, and finally stopping beside her.

Jieluo gazed at Inuyasha under the moonlight, casually tossing the red skull in his hand—it was her life, her everything.

Moonlight streamed down from behind Inuyasha, casting a cold silver hue over his silhouette while concealing his face in shadow.

It is common for demons and monsters to fight each other; it is nothing more than the survival of the fittest.

Now that things have come to this, Jieluo has nothing left to say but curse, curse people fiercely!

She was just staying home and being a nice stay-at-home girl when someone suddenly came knocking on her door for no reason.

'What danger? Aren't you in far more danger than me? You damned half-demon bastard!'

'Just go and die already!'

Her once bright and sparkling pink eyes could only stare intently at the slightly golden-rimmed eyes above her, using the burning anger in her pupils to express all the words she couldn't utter.

Inuyasha, now confident of victory, was in no hurry to make a move.

To kill or not to kill?

Because of the idea that "traveling to the second dimension without opening a crystal palace is like being impotent," and also because of some collecting habits, Inuyasha didn't want to kill.

She was, after all, a wicked woman who amazed him in his childhood. It would be a shame to kill her so easily, but keeping her around to admire her wouldn't be bad either.

From the perspective of those in positions of power, they need some capable people or monsters to assist them, and Jieluo undoubtedly meets those requirements.

That hair-controlling technique, which only priestesses can see, is a weapon of mass slaughter for ordinary monsters and humans, completely overwhelming roadside monsters like the Centipede Demoness.

'However, he needs some training.'

Having made his decision, Inuyasha crouched down and brought the red skull close to Yura's eyes. Under her glaring, furious gaze, he scratched at the top of the skull with his fingernails.

The surface of her skull is where the hair comb she relies on is located.

"Snap—Snap—"

The sound of fingernails scraping against the surface of bone was exceptionally clear on the deathly silent cliff.

Each sound was like a dull knife cutting flesh, grinding inch by inch against the knotted nerves.

She watched helplessly as her life was manipulated at will by sharp claws, each scratch potentially becoming her final death knell.

The agony of waiting for death is more maddening than death itself.

Her eyes were so wide they almost popped out of their sockets, her murderous gaze seeming to have pierced Inuyasha's head a thousand times.