Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

Those memories that we thought were sealed away are like old things that have been dug out from the bottom of a box, and as the dust is shaken off, their clear appearance is revealed.

On the riverbank in spring, Inuyasha stepped into the stream, muttering things like, "Why are there so few of these damn fish?"

But the next day he would still bring her the fish he had caught, with a proud smile on his face.

Under the shade of the trees in summer, he lay on the grass, his silver hair scattered all over the ground, the chirping of cicadas pressing down from above. She sat a few steps away, tidying up the arrows, and occasionally she could see him turn over and bury his face in his arms as he slept.

The images flashed before her eyes frame by frame, so clear that she could almost smell the wind and hear the birdsong.

But all the warmth shattered at the end—all her love was rewarded with a claw mark that pierced through her body.

"Inuyasha...he's still alive..."

Kikyo clenched the fabric in front of her knees, causing faint blue lines to appear at her joints.

Why? Why did you have to appear before me again just when I had finally made up my mind to let go of everything and embark on the cycle of reincarnation?

Is it really that bad that you can't stand me?

Something welled up in the corner of Kikyo's eyes, its warmth sliding down her cheeks and dripping into the flowers, leaving dark circular marks on the crimson petals.

The resentment in her heart entwined around her like vines, suffocating her.

Pain, confusion, resentment, longing, favoritism—those emotions that Kikyo thought had been dulled by time, now cut into her heart like a newly sharpened blade.

Love and hate are intertwined, and it's hard to tell which side is heavier.

She hated his betrayal, hated that he made her taste the pain of being hurt by the person she trusted most in the final moments of her life.

But Kikyo also remembered his silhouette leaning against the tree, his unwavering back as he shielded her from the demon, and his haughty demeanor when he draped the Fire Rat Robe over her shoulders.

The priestess hugged her knees, burying her face in her arms. The spider lilies rustled in the wind, as if they were weeping softly for her.

The sky above the underworld hung low in a hazy gray, without sun or moon.

There was only an eternal, unchanging silence that swallowed all sound.

Suddenly, the wind changed.

Kikyo raised her head.

On the horizon, a majestic figure stands amidst the surging crimson.

With broad shoulders and a wide back, long silver-white hair, and golden eyes that lacked any aggressive edge but instead exuded a calmness honed by the passage of time, like an ancient well reflecting the moonlight.

He stopped a few steps away, his gaze falling on Kikyo, and his expression darkened slightly.

The scene before me is crystal clear.

'That brat wouldn't have fallen for someone else, causing the priestess's untimely death, would he?'

Touga's heart skipped a beat, and under Kikyo's wary gaze, he spoke.

"Miss Shrine Maiden, I am Inuyasha's father, Toga."

His voice was soft and deep, like a rock falling into deep water.

Kikyo stood up, the hem of her shrine maiden robe sweeping across the flowerbed, causing a few crimson petals to flutter and fall at her feet.

Her eyes were still red and wet with tears, and traces of tears were faintly visible on her cheeks.

But in the blink of an eye, the look in those eyes shifted from wary to sharp, like a knife drawn from its sheath.

"Get out of my way."

The priestess's voice was cold, as cold as the deepest river in the underworld: "I don't want to see anyone related to Inuyasha."

Douya Wang's expression froze.

What unforgivable evil did Inuyasha commit against them?!

Er Gou's father raised his hands, palms facing outwards, his large hands spread open.

"...Child, don't worry."

Touya-o lived for far too long.

I have seen too many people and things, love and hate, gathering and parting, life and death.

He has experienced all of these things.

The shrine maiden before me possessed pure and powerful spiritual energy, yet she harbored deep resentment and had been unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation, clearly indicating that her inner turmoil remained unresolved.

If this continues for a long time, one's will will be assimilated by the underworld, and one might become a wandering ghost, drifting on the netherworld.

'What a tragedy!'

But we can't just ignore it.

Touya sighed inwardly, but his face remained expressionless.

He looked at Kikyo and softened his tone, "If Inuyasha did anything wrong, you can tell me."

"I'm going to settle the score with that brat!"

"This is the underworld, who can you hold accountable to? Ha, like father, like son, just like Inuyasha, a mouthful of lies!"

Kikyo reached behind her and grasped the bow. The bow arm flipped in her palm, and the string was pulled open by her index and middle fingers.

A pale white light condensed on the bowstring, the arrowhead pointing directly at Douya Wang's face. The light was cold and sharp, like a line of cold light carved out from the depths of ice.

"If Inuyasha can communicate between the living world and the spirit world, why can't I?"

Douya Wang glanced at the arrow formed from spiritual energy and knew that things couldn't be rushed.

He offered only a brief explanation, then stepped back, revealing a relieved smile.

"I believe you are a good child. If you want to talk, you can come to me anytime."

After saying that, Douya Wang flew away and landed in a place far away from the flower bushes.

All around was silent, and the gray sky hung low like a canopy. He took out a black pearl from his pocket, and demonic power seeped into the pearl from his palm, causing a very faint ripple to appear on the surface of the pearl.

"Bao Xian Gui, have Myoga investigate whether Inuyasha had a relationship with a priestess."

The words entered the pearl, transforming into a wisp of barely perceptible demonic energy that traveled along the patterns inside the black pearl toward the mortal world.

After doing all this, Touga-o put the black pearl back into his arms, sat down cross-legged, placed the Murakumo-ga back on his knees, placed his hands on the sword, and his demonic power flowed out as usual.

Just like the Sage of Six Paths in Naruto, who died over a thousand years ago but still lingers in the underworld, remotely controlling the ninja world.

It's like Abe no Seimei in "Nura: Rise of the Yokai Clan," who attempts to be resurrected in hell.

For a transcendent great demon like Toga, who has reached the pinnacle of the world, the boundary between life and death is sometimes not as clear as ordinary people think.

The only difference is whether they want to truly wash away everything about themselves and return to the origin.

The wind blew from the ends of the underworld, ruffling the hair on her forehead.

Kikyo put down her bow and arrow and turned to walk in the opposite direction from Toga.

She never wanted to see that father and son again.

But a premonition arose in her heart—it seemed that her relationship with Inuyasha was not over yet.

Chapter 72 With unparalleled strength, he offered his soul to Inuyasha.

"My father once said that the hands of monsters are protective hands. My mother once said that the hands of humans are nurturing hands."

"With hands clasped together, the door is opened; within the red lotus, you are returned..."

The clear songs echoed through the mountainside, their sounds gathered and then bounced off the rock walls, like a stream meandering through the cracks in the rocks.

Asagi walked ahead, her steps light and quick.

The shadow of the Four War Gods dissipated, and the half-demon girl revealed a radiant smile befitting her youthful beauty.

As they walked forward, the melodies their parents had taught them flowed from their lips.

The song was clear and melodious, carrying both sorrow and a faint longing for the future.

Inuyasha listened quietly from behind, while Ran, whom he held tightly to his clothes, had tears welling up in her eyes and was sniffling.

Feng and Jieluo did not come along.

Under Inuyasha's arrangement, they took Kikyo's sleeping clone and led the shrine staff back to the eastern country ahead of everyone else.

Asagi stayed behind to lead the way, while Ran jumped into the dog's arms and acted like a spoiled child.

Under the horrified gazes of Yura and Kaede, Inuyasha reluctantly took Ran away.

You know what, this is the age when girls are at their cutest and most clingy.

After rounding the last bend, the view suddenly opened up, and bright light poured down from the cracks at the top of the cliff, refracting and dancing on the rock face, illuminating the trails of floating dust, and turning the air into a layer of ethereal mist.

A huge furnace stands in the center of the mountain, so abrupt it is almost solemn.

The furnace body is over ten feet tall, and its surface is covered with layers of vines and dark green moss.

A dilapidated stone path extends outwards from the bottom of the furnace.

The broken sections of the stone steps were filled with moss and soil, and the edges were worn smooth and rounded, as if they had been trodden by countless footsteps and washed away by wind and rain over the years.

Asagi led Inuyasha up the steps, and only turned around when they reached the front of the furnace.

She had her hands behind her back, tilted her head slightly, and her hair swayed gently with the movement.

Sunlight slanted down through the cracks at the top of the mountain, shining on her face.

The fear that once filled those eyes was gone, replaced by a bright, slightly shy clarity.

"Brother Inuyasha, this is the Cauldron of the Roaring Blade. If it weren't for you..."

Asagi paused, glanced at the Roaring Cauldron, then turned back, her gaze fixed on Inuyasha, a sweet and innocent smile on her face. "The next one to be sacrificed... is me."

Thank you so much!

"Thank you, brother!"

Lan in her arms shouted loudly, her voice crisp and clear, with a nasal tone like snot bubbles.

Inuyasha raised his hand and patted Ran's head, then walked over to Asagi, who was bending over, and pressed his palm on the top of her head.

"No need for thanks, just work hard for me from now on."

Asagi straightened up, smiled with her lips pursed, reached out to tidy her hair that he had ruffled, and there was still a little tear in the corner of her eye.

Inuyasha put Ran down from his arms. The little demon's feet touched the ground, and it looked up at him with its eyes still sparkling.

He turned and strode up the broken stone steps to the front of the Resonating Cauldron.

Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the dome, bathing the back of his crimson robe in a warm golden glow.

Asagi followed and stood beside him, saying, "Brother, the Sounding Cauldron is only opened once every fifty years, and there are still twenty-five years until the next one."

"Twenty-five years?"

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow, then waved his hand dismissively.

"It's alright. I haven't figured out how to use this big furnace yet, so I'll take it with me first. I can't just leave it here and wait for the next Four War Gods to pick it up."

As he spoke, he pulled out the Tessaiga, and with a flash of light, destroyed the base of the Roaring Cauldron, then cleared away the vines clinging to it.

Then Inuyasha bent down, gripped the bottom of the furnace with both hands, and the muscles in his shoulders and back were clearly outlined under his clothes.

A deep, muffled sound came from underground, like a groan emanating from the entire mountainside.

He lifted the resounding cauldron with both hands.

Vines trembled and drooped from the furnace, moss fragments fell in a rustling sound, and sunlight shone down from above, casting his figure and the creaking cauldron onto the rock wall, like an ancient and magnificent mural.

His strength could uproot mountains, and his spirit could cover the world!

Wow—!

Lan let out a long exclamation, her little mouth opening into a round shape as she craned her neck to look at the furnace in mid-air.

Asagi's mouth dropped open. "Eh?! Inuyasha-nii-san, what are you doing?!"

Inuyasha leaped up, carrying the giant furnace, its bottom several feet off the ground.

He lowered his head slightly, his silver hair fluttering in the wind stirred by the drooping vines, and a smug smile spread across his lips.