Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

"We'll see the underworld soon." Inuyasha held his breath, pressed his fingertips on the terracotta figurine, and said in a low voice, "If there's any unusual activity, remember to use the Tenseiga."

To be honest, he was more interested in the Tenseiga than the Tessaiga and Souniga combined.

Killing is easy, saving lives is difficult.

It's like going home for Chinese New Year; having a car is the same as not having one.

A car is not a necessity of life, but there are times when you really can't live without it.

However, Inuyasha, who planned to find another way to master the resurrection technique and gradually make Sesshomaru work for him, did not intend to steal it.

However, since Tenseiga happened to be there this time, I decided to try out an idea that had just popped into my head.

Sesshomaru, puzzled, simply nodded slightly.

The runes of the circular array lit up one after another, and the eerie green light slowly traveled along the patterns on the stone slab.

A hazy mist reappeared, and their gazes swept across the murky, silent river, then they both saw—

On the opposite bank of the River Styx, in a desolate place, a majestic figure sat cross-legged, a black, menacing sword pressed against his knees.

The evil spirits and malevolent energy swirling around the sword were suppressed by the demonic power flowing around Touya-o.

As if sensing something, he slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the two banks of life and death, landing on the two brothers on this side.

This time the image was much clearer than the last one, and Inuyasha's soul felt an unprecedented tearing force.

The closer you get and the clearer you can see, the tighter the gate between life and death closes, as if it's trying to drag him into the deepest hell!

The half-demon's consciousness began to blur, and his mental strength was on the verge of its limit. He gritted his teeth and roared behind him.

"Pull out the congenital tooth!"

Sesshomaru's hand was already resting on the hilt of the Tenseiga, which was pulsating.

The moment Inu no Taisho appeared on the other side of the underworld, the Tessaiga and Tenseiga, both possessing spirituality, simultaneously emitted fluctuations.

Without hesitation, the big dog drew its healing sword and pinned the creature to the ground.

The sword's edge pierced the stone slab by about an inch, and a soft white light rippled outwards from the sword like waves, converging above the circular formation where the two were located, transforming into a semi-transparent light curtain.

The rift between the two worlds was firmly locked by the barrier of the Tenseiga, and Inuyasha's almost torn mental strength suddenly relaxed.

He was breathing heavily, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead onto the terracotta figurine, which had only developed a crack.

Sesshomaru stared at the gaze that Inu no Taisho was casting—across the distance between life and death, he was momentarily transported back to that night.

Moonlit night, sea breeze, falling snow.

The Demon King, who stood at the pinnacle of the demon realm, was covered in blood. His white fur was mostly soaked in crimson, and the armor on his chest was shattered like a spider web. His demonic power flickered weakly in the cold winter wind.

At his waist and on his back are the three swords known for their domineering power and resounding fame throughout the world—Tessaiga, Tenseiga, and Murakumoiga.

"Sesshomaru—"

"Is there someone you want to protect?"

The sea breeze blew up from below the cliff, swirling snowflakes and landing on young Sesshomaru's face.

The cold touch, now separated by a long period of time, falls on his heart again.

He remembered how he answered—he remembered the cold and matter-of-fact "No need," he remembered his father's slightly lowered eyelids after hearing it, and the regret that was almost swallowed up by the night.

At this moment, the candlelight flickered in the secret chamber, the light of Tenseiga's barrier flowed quietly around him, and the figure on the opposite bank of the River Styx remained seated.

Douya Wang looked at the two brothers getting along harmoniously with satisfaction, and was about to speak when a shout broke out from the other side.

"Dad, hurry up and throw the Cong Yunya over here. It's such a waste to leave it in the Underworld!"

"Aren't you tired of squatting there for decades? Anyway, the Tsurugi will eventually break free from its seal in the underworld for various reasons. Why not give it to Sesshomaru now?"

"You have no idea that all these years, Sesshomaru has been so obsessed with the sword that he hasn't even gone home or found a wife, and he's been wandering around aimlessly all day long!"

Inuyasha's voice pierced through the gray mist, loud and assertive.

"They even said that being with women makes you weak, that's just ridiculous."

"Inuyasha, you're talking nonsense—"

Sesshomaru, still surprised that Inuyasha had offered up the Kusanagi, immediately glared at him.

Before he could finish speaking, Inuyasha retorted without any politeness.

"What are you looking at? Go tell your mom if you dare! See if she'll give you a good scolding!"

Sesshomaru trembled with rage, and Toga's lips were frozen in place.

Inuyasha continued, addressing Toga, "Father, and the Tessaiga! Why doesn't this sword change shape at all in my hands? What happened to the demonic energy you absorbed from slaying those demons?"

"Did you hide it somewhere? Dad, just tell me! Stop playing dumb!"

"How can we waste such good things!"

Touya-oh's face darkened.

The aura of the father, the weathered and heavy figure, and the eyes that were once full of satisfaction—all of which were now shattered by this barrage of accusations from the other side of the River Styx.

His lips twitched, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he forced out a low, authoritative sentence through clenched teeth, "...You brat, you really dare to dream!"

Chapter 53 My Eldest Brother

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 his tone, his voice 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 see your own heart clearly will you gain your true power!"

"That sounds like some kind of mystical talk."

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 her father wasn't just making excuses, she 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 as vast as the stars and the sea. How could the mere Sounaga 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 an air of "I will win." His voice carried a complex mix of emotions, a mixture of happiness and 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 domination speaks with an air of dominance."

"you--!"

Seeing Sesshomaru about to attack, Toga's eyelids twitched, and he quickly shouted to stop, "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 seconds 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.

"There's no need for you 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.