Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

Steel Fang and his group unleashed their demonic power, pressing down with overwhelming force, like a wolf king surveying its hunting grounds.

Because of what happened in Tokyo, the yokai of Tono were already on edge.

Monsters of all sizes emerged from the mountain valleys, caves, and shadows of the trees, gathering at the only crossroads leading to the heart of the wilderness, watching the approaching figure with apprehension as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Red River Child, and all of you, I'm here to settle the score with you!"

Koga crossed his arms and stood arrogantly at Akakawa, the village chief of Tono Yokai Village ahead.

Before the Red Kappa could reply, the Swamp Kappa, following Koga, whispered, "Koga... isn't this a bad thing?"

"The rule in Tono is that everyone relies on their own abilities, and the atmosphere is pretty good. You've benefited a lot from here, so isn't this a bit like forgetting your roots..."

"What do you mean by forgetting your roots? That's outdated thinking!" Steel Fang glared at the Swamp Kappa. "This world is about survival of the fittest; the strong have everything!"

"Back then, I was weaker than them, so it was right for me to listen to them. Now that I'm stronger than them, if I still listen to them, wouldn't all my efforts to become stronger have been for nothing?!"

Koga turned back, his gaze landing on Akakappa. "Akakappa, I only have one thing to say today—from this day forward, all the yokai of Tohno will be under my command. I will not mistreat you; those who refuse, I will not force—let's settle things with our fists!"

The red kappa's face changed repeatedly in the mist, and the sorrowful expression on its dark red skin became even more awkward.

He was silent for a few moments before speaking, "Koga, Tono Yokai always lives alone and is not under anyone's jurisdiction."

“Even if you are strong, there have been powerful organizations that have coerced us in the past, but we still exist.”

"That just proves they're not strong enough!" Steel Teeth waved his hand. "Stop rambling. To fight or not to fight?"

Red River Child raised the iron oar that he always carried with him to the front of him, the surface of the oar gleaming with a dark, watery light in the mist filled with demonic energy.

The Tono yokai behind him also moved—the Kamaitachi with a checkered headscarf hovered in mid-air, taking out its scythe; the Yamanbagiri squatted down, its joints cracking.

The demonic energy collided on both sides of the intersection, churning and surging like a pot of water that had been boiled for too long, with large bubbles rising to the surface, ready to burst open at any moment.

Steel Fang calmly moved his neck, his joints making a series of fine cracking sounds, and silver-white claws shot out from his fingertips. His demonic aura suddenly surged—more than three times stronger than when he was learning his skills in Tono.

He stepped forward, causing the gravel to crumble beneath his feet. "I'll beat you until you give up!"

The next instant, the wolf's claws, accompanied by a whistling sound, slashed directly at the top of the Red Kappa's head—and the battle between the two sides began.

Kyoto, the headquarters of Hagoromo-Gitsune.

The entire castle tower was shrouded in sluggish shadows, like a temple slowly collapsing, its surface still maintaining a solemn outline, but its interior riddled with holes.

The monsters in the lair fell one after another, either swallowed by the wind cave, cursed to death in the dark alley, or simply killed in a fierce battle.

The corridors that once filled with faces raising their glasses and singing are now reduced to a few scattered figures that occasionally flash by at the end of the corridor.

The Kyoto yokai that has fallen into such ruin is the masterpiece created by the black shrine maiden Tsubaki.

Tonight, Tsubaki walked through the deepest corridor of the castle tower and descended the stone steps to the underground.

The stone steps were long and narrow, with damp moisture seeping from the walls on both sides. The further down you went, the colder and heavier the air became, carrying a musty smell of something that had been sealed off for years.

At the end of the steps was a rusty iron gate, through which a faint, dim light shone.

Chun raised her hand, and the iron gate slid open, revealing a space behind it illuminated by a dim light.

This is an underground pool.

The water was as calm as a mirror, reflecting a skeletal fan on the dome that was shrouded in ominousness and curses, emitting a faint dark purple light.

In the center of the pool, a woman with black hair and black eyes was bound by layers of chains with incantations, floating above the water's surface.

She has nine fluffy tails that hang down from her waist, with the tips of the tails dipping into the water.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, and her skin was so white it was almost transparent in the dim light.

His eyes and brows still held an arrogance and coldness that had not diminished even during his imprisonment.

It's as if, even when trapped in constraints, one is still looking down upon the strength of those who come.

It was Hagoromo Gitsune.

It has been entrenched in the capital city since ancient times. It is the only demon among demons that can control humans in the world. It can possess the body of an outstanding child to develop. When the evil of the possessed person reaches its peak, it will take away that person's body.

Once mature, it will continuously absorb resentment such as hatred, jealousy, anger, and despair emanating from the political center, thereby enhancing its own power.

Because they only have a human lifespan, when their host dies, they will hide their true form before finding a new host, making them immortal reincarnated monsters.

At this moment, the body she possesses in this world is the exquisite body of Yamabuki Otome, the wife of the second generation of the Nura Clan.

Now, Hagoromo Gitsune's body is covered with intricate runes, winding along her collarbone, shoulder blades, waist and abdomen all the way to the ends of her limbs, each rune like a seal burned in with a hot iron.

Chains hung from the four corners of the ceiling.

They locked her wrists and ankles, fixing her in mid-air, preventing her from breaking free or falling.

Chun stood at the edge of the pool, looked up at the imprisoned figure in the center of the pool, and a smile that was almost one of appreciation appeared on her face.

"Hagoromo Gitsune, your hundred demons have withered away," she said. "Everything you have painstakingly built up over the past thousand years has vanished."

Yu Yi Tsuru turned her head slightly, her pure black eyes remaining calm and still.

"So it was you."

Her voice was cold yet alluring: "From the first moment I saw you, I knew that you were surrounded by an evil aura. Joining my hundred ghosts was nothing but a scheme."

You're right.

Chun flicked her fingertips in the air, and a ghostly green talisman appeared between her fingers, extending along the water towards Yu Yi Tsurugi. "From the very beginning, my mission was to disrupt the situation."

"But after meeting you, my thoughts changed somewhat."

The talisman stopped in the center of the pool, then transformed into a fine, net-like pattern of light, covering the seal around the Feathered Fox.

The incantations that had been binding her spread rapidly along Hagoromo Gitsune's limbs and torso, pressing her soul back layer by layer.

"what is this?"

Hagoromo Gitsune's eyelashes trembled, and a sense of unease rose in her heart.

"Don't worry, I'll explain it to you slowly." Chun cast the last talisman and gazed at the black-haired beauty whose aura was low.

"Your confidence comes from your continuous reincarnation, making you practically an immortal soul. But what if your soul merged with Yamabuki Otome?"

How did you know?!

A sense of unease welled up in Hagoromo Gitsune's heart; she wanted to struggle, but was powerless to move.

"I know a lot more than that." The black witch, who had killed Aojizo and obtained his soul, and then examined his memories, was quite surprised.

What shocked her even more was what happened next.

When Tsubaki failed to contact Abe no Seimei in Hell, she took the flesh and blood of the Raiju and tried to contact Raimei, who had not appeared for a long time and was probably dead. To her astonishment, she found that this guy was actually following Touga-oh, who had appeared in Hell for some unknown reason.

Abe no Seimei, who had been plotting for over a thousand years and anticipated for over a thousand years, had already died a year ago.

It's like the warriors had just left the city when they heard that the demon king had been defeated by divine justice.

"You shouldn't even think about Abe no Seimei being reborn; you and he will both die."

As Tsubaki looked at the figure that was now sealed away and silent, she thought of Inuyasha, whom she had brought to this world, and the words of Yura.

"And you, the newborn one, will become the best trophy I offer to the master."

Suddenly, the black witch looked up at the distance above her head and smiled slightly.

The cats of the Tobu clan arrived in Kyoto.

Flames and demonic energy intertwined and soared into the sky, the air filled with the acrid smell of burning talismans, mixed with the smell of demonic blood and gunpowder, like an old cloth that had been repeatedly crumpled and unfolded, covering half the city.

Dong Lan stood in the middle of the street, her body covered in a bone armor of the dark winter. The cold air spread outward from her feet, connecting with the celestial phenomena, and heavy snow fell down.

She looked up and gazed into the distance, where several figures dressed in ancient hunting robes stood, their hems fluttering in the cold wind, exuding composure as if they had been waiting for their arrival.

The leader was dressed in white, with intricate pentagram patterns embroidered on the lapel. A long sword hung at his waist. His face was young and calm, yet his brows conveyed a sense of antiquity and gravity.

Behind him stood several people, mostly dressed in black, the fabric of which was dark and somber, with only dark silver patterns pressed into the cuffs and collars. They all held talismans in their hands.

The white-clad figure, active in the 13th century, wore a forced smile and said, "I am Abe Yoshiyuki, the fourth head of the Mikadoin family."

"You gentlemen have turned the court upside down; shouldn't you give us an explanation?"

"The one in white is surnamed Abe, and the one in black is surnamed Mikadoin—that's interesting. But I'm not interested in your family tree."

Dong Lan's gaze swept across the room, her icy blue pupils gleaming in the night. "I only ask one question—to submit or to die?"

"I wanted to have a proper discussion with you visitors from another world, but your attitude is really giving me a headache."

Abe Yuyuki turned his head slightly and nodded to his black-clad subordinates behind him.

He then raised his hand, holding three talismans between his fingers. The edges of the talismans glowed with a bluish-white spiritual light, like phosphorescent flames that had been lit.

More than a dozen figures rose into the air from the rooftops on both sides of the street, scattering talismans in their hands. These talismans burned and extended in mid-air, transforming into dark golden chains that coiled and descended towards the direction of the Doubu cats.

Abe Yuyuki tossed the three talismans in his hand into the air, where they exploded and transformed into three shikigami formed from spiritual energy.

A creature shaped like a hawk, its wingspan blocking out the moonlight from half the street.

One was shaped like a giant python, its scales gleaming with a somber, iron-blue hue; the last one was humanoid with a beast's head, each hand wielding a long sword formed from spiritual energy, its body as tall as a door panel.

The three-headed shikigami, carrying a howling spiritual pressure, charged head-on towards the fighting formation.

"Good timing!"

Dong Lan spread her five fingers and stretched them forward, and a burst of cold air emanated from her palm, transforming into a semi-transparent ice wall that stretched across the middle of the street.

The eagle shikigami's claws struck the ice wall, shattering the ice surface into spiderweb-like patterns, but it failed to break through in one blow; the giant python shikigami's head followed closely behind, striking the same crack, and the ice wall finally shattered into countless fragments, the broken ice shards wrapped in spiritual light flying everywhere.

"Kill them all!"

Xia Lan's figure swept out from behind Dong Lan, her body taut like a spear, her speed reaching its limit the instant she took a step.

The unique spirit armor, Blazing Claw, lit up along the way.

A crimson aura climbed up her knuckles, from the base of her fingers to the tips of her nails, turning from dark to bright, like a red-hot iron block.

Her target was the black-clad Onmyoji of the Mikadoin clan who were constantly changing positions. With a flick of her cat tail, she rushed straight towards the rising barrier opposite her.

With a single claw strike, it was directly shattered by the extremely restrained, penetrating spirit armor.

Chunlan raised her hand, and a folding fan appeared in her hand—the spirit outfit [Chunlan's Shadow Painting].

She unfolded the paper fan, and with a slight turn of her wrist, the sixteen-ribbed fan surface slowly spread out in her palm.

An invisible mist hung down from the edge of the fan, flowing along her hem and outwards like the thin light of dawn spreading through the forest.

Wherever it passed, the real streets and rooftops began to blur and fade, like an ink painting soaked in water, its outlines gradually disappearing.

Layered tree canopies rise from the original stone pavement, vines climb the walls of the buildings on both sides, moss-covered boulders appear out of nowhere at the street corner, and the soft sound of a stream comes from an unknown direction.

The battlefield that was originally a standoff on the street was transformed into a lush, spring-filled deep mountain forest by Chunlan's illusion.

The spells formed from the talismans of the Onmyoji moved through the shadows of the trees, their power undiminished, but their accuracy lost.

Abe Yuki's three-headed shikigami crashed headfirst into the suddenly appearing thick fog.

The eagle's sharp talons tore apart only the falling leaves, while the giant python's body was entangled in vines that appeared out of nowhere.

Qiu Lan led the rest of the Leopard Cat Clan to spread out on both flanks, using agile footwork to stretch the battle line and force the Onmyoji of the Mimonin who were setting up the formation to constantly change their positions.

Donglan raised her right hand, which was covered in ice armor, and pointed it at Abe Yuyuki.

"The people behind you can't hold on much longer, and your shikigami are about to dissipate as well."

The night wind swept through the streets, swirling up the remaining ashes of talismans and ice shards.

"It seems I've been underestimated."

Abe Yuyuki raised his hand, brushed the hem of his clothes back, and placed his five fingers on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"You guys should also make a move."

The dark sky was pushed open from within by a powerful and ancient demonic aura.

A massive silhouette emerged from the clouds—one, two, three… eight pairs of scarlet vertical pupils looked down from high above, like sixteen blood lamps suspended in the night sky.

Shikigami: Yamata no Orochi.

Standing atop the giant serpent was a beautiful woman, none other than Abe no Yuro, the third head of the Mikadoin family!