Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

She was very restrained in her words.

Judging from Inuyasha's actions—dispatching vanguard troops, setting up anchor points, and establishing passageways—he was clearly preparing for an invasion.

Aggression, no matter what guise it wears, will ultimately bring bloodshed and sacrifice.

Feng turned his head and looked at the profile of the half-demon beside him, his gaze honest and gentle.

"When you established the Eastern Kingdom, you upheld the noble cause of relieving the people and punishing the guilty."

"The land we conquered liberated the most impoverished people from oppressive government and demonic calamities, allowing them to live a good life and enabling humans and demons to live under the same roof."

"The blood was shed in vain because every drop fell where it was meant to fall."

Feng lowered his eyes, "But if it's for profit..."

"Then what's the difference between us and the daimyo and nobles we overthrew back then?"

After listening, Inuyasha's gaze fell on Kaede's brow, taking in her worries. He grinned and said, "Don't worry, I know everyone's views on war."

He stretched out a hand and casually placed it on his knee, his gaze sweeping across the courtyard to the distant horizon illuminated by the late summer sunlight.

“My idea is simple—observe first, then act. If that world is peaceful and people live in peace and contentment, then we will proceed along the path of peace.”

"Establish connections and exchange resources, treating it as making more friends with a distant neighbor."

As he spoke, he changed the subject, meeting Feng Qingliang's clear and bright eyes.

“If that world is not peaceful—if people are oppressed, if demons are causing trouble, if nobles treat people like livestock—then we will liberate them in a peaceful way.”

So, the next question that comes to mind is: Is there world peace in [Nura: Rise of the Yokai Clan]?

Of course it's not peaceful!

When the first generation of the demon lord Nurarihyon grew old and the second generation Nurarihyon was killed, the monsters that stood on the mountaintops began to stir.

Kyushu, Shikoku, Kyoto... Demons rise up in numerous mountain strongholds, all vying for the throne of the Lord of a Hundred Demons, attempting to gather the greatest fear.

In hell, there is also Abe no Seimei, who is spying on the human world and attempting to be resurrected again through the reincarnated demon who has taken over Kyoto—his mother, Hagoromo Gitsune.

Modern Tokyo and Kyoto, the two most dazzling cities on that land, have been thrown into chaos by monsters.

Without a doubt, Inuyasha will make his grand debut as the savior, shining the sun on the new world and spreading love and justice!

Feng listened quietly, his tense expression slowly relaxing as he nodded slightly, but then frowned again.

Aren't you worried about them calling back?

Feng's voice rose at the end, revealing worry, "We don't know the details of the other world. What if someone there also has the means to cross between worlds and uses the passage you opened to invade the Eastern Kingdom—how should we deal with that?"

'That's because you don't know, but I know it perfectly well.' With the memories of 'other self' by his side, Inuyasha was full of confidence.

He planned to slowly tell the people around him about these things, but for now he pretended to be clueless and opened his mouth.

"Yes, what should we do?"

Er Gouzi just wanted to tease her and see what kind of expression Feng would make if she got anxious.

But Feng didn't frown or scold him as he expected, or pat him on the shoulder.

She simply fell silent, her eyes fixed on him, clear and serene, like the sky reflected on a frozen lake.

There was no hesitation in his eyes, only a clean and unwavering determination that needed no further explanation.

'What is Feng willing to do for me!'

This realization warmed Inuyasha's heart, but suddenly, he inexplicably thought of the "Records of the Goddess Qiongming," and immediately panicked. He quickly grabbed Feng's small hand and hurriedly said...

"Don't worry, I don't fight battles I'm not sure I can win. Even the strongest demon there might not be able to withstand a single strike from Sesshomaru!"

"I promise nothing will happen!"

Feng was taken aback by the half-demon's sudden excited reaction, then smiled slightly, the calm light in his eyes turning into a gentle smile.

She slightly tightened her fingers and grasped Inuyasha's palm in return.

"I believe you!"

The half-demon rarely got excited about things outside, which made the priestess realize that the outside world was probably really dangerous.

When disaster strikes, no matter the cost, Kaede wants Inuyasha to survive.

This time, it was Inuyasha's turn to fall silent.

He glanced down at Feng, then at their clasped hands, thought for a moment, and pulled Feng into his arms, preparing to go to the backyard to replenish the shrine maiden's confidence from within.

Does he really not know whether the moon is rounder or not in foreign countries? — That's pure nonsense.

"How utterly lacking in manners!"

Watching the half-demon carrying her younger sister as they paraded through the shrine, Kikyo, sitting on the veranda, bit the soft flesh inside her lip.

'If only I could be held like this by Inuyasha...'

Kikyo snorted softly, "...You're such a grown-up, don't you know how to behave yourself?"

She looked away and turned her head to see several small heads peeking out from behind the pillars.

Lan clung to the pillar, her eyes sparkling, and asked the person next to her in a low voice, "Where did the God Lord take Sister Feng?"

Moegi covered her mouth and chuckled, while Shion stood on tiptoe and craned her neck to look, her face full of curiosity.

The lingering resentment and envy on Kikyo's face quickly condensed into a thin layer of frost when she touched the sparrow-like little creatures.

"What are you looking at?"

Kikyo's gaze slowly swept over each of the little faces, her eyes filled with a tenderness that sent chills down one's spine.

"Those who disobey will be taken away by the God and spanked. Everyone, be serious and do what you're supposed to do."

Several little heads let out a "Wow!" and then quickly withdrew.

Kikyo watched the departing figures, her lips curving slightly before she suppressed her smile.

She turned and continued walking along the corridor, her hair swaying gently in the afternoon sunlight, as if nothing had happened.

The Netherworld Hell.

The sky hung low like lead.

Occasionally, a dark red crack would flash by among the gray clouds, like a wound torn open from the inside by something enormous.

The ground was cracked, scorched earth, with a faint smell of sulfur seeping from the cracks, mixed with the lingering stench of decay and blood.

Douya stood on a freshly made skeleton, his long silver hair swaying slightly in the gloomy world, his eyes as calm as an ancient mirror submerged in water, reflecting the trembling silhouette opposite him.

His right hand gripped the Congyun Fang, its tip pointing towards the ground, a dark, eerie light swirling on the blade, like a beast slowly opening its eyes.

A hundred feet away from the skeleton, the Grim Reaper knelt on the ground, his body covered in wounds.

The sleeve of his left arm was burned to charred shreds, revealing the skin underneath scalded by the Prison Dragon's Fury. Cracks extended along his shoulder blade to his collarbone, like cracked mud on a riverbed.

Blood seeped from half of his intact forehead, trickling down his nose and congealing into a dark scab on his chin. "...Touya-oh, do you really want to wipe us all out?"

The voice of the Grim Reaper was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against iron. His chest heaved violently, and each breath brought out wisps of black smoke.

A dark current of resentment and fear surged deep within his pupils.

Like a wolf cornered in a dead end, its teeth were already sharpened to a gleaming shine, yet it knew that if the man standing before it with a sword took just one more step, it would be utterly pulverized.

He was once a renowned demon in both the mortal and underworld realms, whose Netherworld Moonbreaker technique had intimidated countless invaders.

But those methods that once tore apart his enemies couldn't even touch the hem of Touya's clothes when he made a move—every time he tried to attack, the other party casually dodged it.

It was as if his deadly move, which he had painstakingly cultivated for a hundred years, was nothing more than a pebble thrown by a child on the water.

"Hehe, you guys are really interesting."

Douya Wang chuckled.

"You all came together to kill me, but now that you can't win, you accuse me of being ruthless?"

"Do you think this is child's play?"

Death's eyes twitched, and he almost couldn't catch his breath. He roared angrily.

"You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth!"

"It's obvious that you suddenly went mad and attacked us. Why should we join forces and just watch you disappear?"

It's quite frustrating, really. After being defeated by Toga, Shinigami hid in the Yūsei.

Later, a friend found him and said that they should join forces to deal with a powerful outsider.

As a semi-local gang member, Death Ghost certainly wouldn't refuse.

When he met Toga, he was very excited. He said, "Toga, I couldn't beat you when you were alive. Now that you're dead, you're unlucky to have met me. May your soul be scattered!" and started the battle.

However, the outcome of the battle was extremely tragic—the Cloud Fang was excessively strong due to the enhancement of the hellish environment, and the Fighting Fang King, who wielded it, was even more incomprehensibly powerful!

"joke!"

Douya Wang slowly stepped down from the skeleton, his boots treading on the scorched earth, each step as if he were strolling in his own backyard, his eyes looking down with disdain.

"What does it matter to you if I want to kill you?"

Cong Yunya's blade left a shallow groove beside him, and dark red blade energy spread outward along the groove, baking the cracked soil on both sides until it became even drier and more brittle.

Faced with the dog general's domineering attitude, the Grim Reaper gritted his teeth and stood up, his expression cold.

Aren't you afraid of a lose-lose situation?

"If you can do it, you can give it a try." Touga's gaze fell on the face of the Shinigami, which was covered with blood and sweat.

There was no sarcasm in his tone, only a calmness that had been worn away by time.

It was as if they had seen this scene too many times before, and knew where it would end, so they didn't even bother with any extra emotions.

Death gritted his teeth and slammed his right fist into the ground.

A dark purple crack exploded from beneath his fist, rapidly spreading outwards and covering the scorched earth dozens of feet around him like a spider web.

Immediately afterwards, his body began to swell and twist—his body, which had been half-crippled, was rapidly deformed under the infusion of demonic power.

A bony spur rose up on his back like a mountain ridge, and his cheeks were covered with dense, scale-like patterns. His pupils shattered into several tiny bright spots, like a broken kaleidoscope.

"Touga-oh—!"

His voice changed, and when it came out from deep in his throat, it had a sharp, metallic sound, "Since you insist on forcing me to this point, then I'll show you!"

The figure of the Grim Reaper had vanished from its original spot. The next instant, a distorted spatial rift silently opened behind Touga-oh.

A huge hand covered in dark purple scales emerged from the crevice, its five fingers spread wide, closing towards the back of Touya's neck.

Since the Netherworld Crescent Moon Breaker is useless, then let's use the physical strength that demons are so proud of!

The sound of the wind arrived before the palm of the hand.

With a flick of his wrist, Douya Wang sent the tip of Congyunya's blade tracing a semi-circle across the ground before the blade itself flicked upwards in a backhand motion.

The dark red blade energy of the Prison Dragon Breaker did not roar and spread out as usual, but instead condensed into a thin, almost stagnant thread that swept upwards along the blade.

The sound of scales shattering was compressed into an extremely short instant and burst forth, like hundreds of cracks appearing on the surface of ice at the same time.

The hand was severed at the wrist, the cut as smooth as a mirror. Before the blood could even splatter, it was burned into blue smoke by the infernal flames of the blade.

The screams of the Grim Reaper came from the other side of the rift, like crows being choked.

He staggered out of the void, thin wisps of black smoke still rising from the severed part of his left arm, and the smell of burning filled the air.

"Prison Dragon Break—you bastard, you've actually developed a new form—" His voice was filled with undisguised fear.

Touga-o lowered his blade. "Death God, I gave you a chance."

He took a step forward, and a layer of deep red light shone on the blade of Cong Yunya, like lava slowly flowing in a crevice.

"Damn it, when have you ever given me a chance?!" Death Demon's face was ashen, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, mingling with blood and seeping into the cracks in his cheeks.

"Oh? You never gave it to me?"

A look of apology appeared on Touya's face, then he waved his hand, "However, that's not important."

"Anyway, you won't have a chance."

Cong Yunya slashed horizontally.

A thin, dark red streak of light extended from the tip of the blade, traversing the entire distance between Touga-o and the Shinigami.