Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

“You’ll have to ask another student in this class if he agrees.”

The silver-haired half-demon lowered his eyes. "Or, we could just do the same as Naraku."

"I will try my best!"

There was no need to guess at all; Kaguya, whose cheek was being held by another student, stretched out his hands and invited him out.

“The moonlight is so beautiful!”

Inuyasha chuckled softly.

World Number One, the main branch of the Nura Clan.

Inside the hall, the charcoal fire was burning brightly.

There were only four people in the huge main hall.

Bingli knelt by the window, her white kimono looking pristine in the light, with a white scarf draped over her neckline.

Her appearance is so adorable that it makes you feel relaxed—her eyes, with their two-tone circles, sparkle with a lively light.

Her long, straight, light blue hair gradually deepened to a darker color at the ends, and she exuded a crisp, cold aura characteristic of the Yuki-onna clan.

She placed her hands on her knees, sat upright, and looked somewhat nervous on her lovely face.

Bingli didn't know why she came here.

Rinko, a student at Ukiyo-e Middle School, who has one-eighth of the White Snake bloodline, sat to the side, her body slightly curled up, as if she always felt that she shouldn't be there.

Her face was covered with faint white snake scales, adding a touch of exotic charm to her pretty and innocent features.

Rinko didn't know why she had come here. Her eyes were fixed on her hands, which were clasped together on her knees, and she dared not move.

Mao Changji sat to one side of her, her long, wavy hair cascading down her sides. The neckline of her kimono was open, revealing a voluptuous figure. Her entire body exuded a beauty that had been steeped in the dust of the world.

Having heard some of the rumors, the female demon looked somber and somewhat restless.

Nurarihyon sat upright in the main seat.

Despite that crushing defeat, the Nura Clan did not collapse as expected.

Instead, under the arrangement of the Eastern Kingdom, Nura formed the leader of the yokai of the Eastern Island Kingdom.

The demons under his command, of varying quality, were thoroughly cleaned up by the Enma clan.

After more than 500 years, the Nura Clan, having set its sights on higher goals, has been revitalized.

Even though they didn't fight for this chance.

Nura Nurarihyon said in a deep voice, "With the approval of our superiors, our Nura Clan is permitted to go to the Eastern Lands to participate in the New Year's Eve celebration of the thirteenth year."

This is undoubtedly good news.

Being allowed to attend the New Year's Eve party is itself a sign that they are being accepted.

The cadres don't need to live in fear.

This means that in this turbulent era, we have gained the most precious thing—the stamina to survive.

Nurarihyon is not happy.

He paused for a moment, his voice becoming a few decibels deeper than before, as if he were exhaling a breath of stale air along with his words.

"But—Lord Jieluo sent word that he requests that we arrange for a pure and beautiful woman to stay in the Eastern Kingdom."

"What this means, I'm sure you all know."

This is also a favorable opportunity for a large force that urgently needs to establish itself as a new power.

Sending a woman along would demonstrate sincerity in submission and secure a more stable position for the Nura Clan—a fact that most of the Nura Clan's officers were well aware of and had no objection to.

Imperial relatives and nobles were all treated the same way.

Mao Changji's eyes darkened.

She knew that the Nura Clan needed a woman of exceptional ability, prudence, and tact to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to open channels of communication with the upper echelons of the Eastern Lands, but—

"General, my heart belongs to another."

Nurarihyon did not force him.

If they are not willing to do this, it could be dangerous for the Nura Clan.

and……

'This is a disgrace.'

The sly demon sighed inwardly, a heavy, stagnant feeling rising from the depths of his chest, stuck in his throat, impossible to swallow or expel.

He lived a wild and unrestrained life, treading on the edge of a knife and soaking in a bowl of wine.

There has never been a time when women in the group were used as bargaining chips to exchange for admission tickets.

Nurarihyon lowered his eyes, his aged face appearing even more weathered in the lamplight.

But Jieluo's demands happened right on that critical line.

He would never back down, no matter what; he didn't want to be without principles.

But it just so happens that this is the place where he can grit his teeth, frown, and reluctantly nod.

Because everyone except the parties involved agreed.

Even some female demons who have married are regretting that they married too early, or their husbands come here indirectly to ask – does the sun of the East prefer more mature women?

The eagerness in his tone suggested that he would gladly give up his bedmate for another position if he could just get a definite answer.

Unexpectedly, it makes sense.

Once the balance of power shifts to this point, people's hearts are like driftwood carried by the current, floating with the tide, and no one will ask which tree that driftwood originally grew on.

Nurarihyon looked at Yuki-onna Hyōrei, whom he had raised, who was now calmly contemplating, and Rinko, who was trembling with her head down.

"Children, don't hold back, say whatever you want."

He remained calm and said, "Even if I have to lose face and kneel down in front of Luo Shengjing's door, I will still beg for forgiveness."

When the sly demon said this, he didn't look at anyone. His gaze passed over the kneeling young face and the drooping lamplight, landing on the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard outside the window, where all the leaves had fallen.

The branches stretched towards the sky in the moonlight of a winter night, clean and slender, like an ink painting outlined by a dry brush.

That was the tree that his former and only wife loved most.

I'll accompany her as she, a human being, grows old, and I'll stay with her as she falls asleep under the tree.

Nurarihyon had no regrets.

His path is one of protection—protecting all the weak who deserve protection.

Therefore, even if we were to abandon this frail and aging body, it would be nothing to worry about.

"General, let me go!"

Bingli stood up.

There was not a trace of hesitation in the young snow woman's eyes.

Just like when she was a child, she came to the Nura Clan's main family alone and vowed in front of everyone at the door to "steal Nurarihyon's kiss".

Chapter 95: Let's work together for the Nura Clan; Kagome is only twelve years old.

At that moment, looking at the determined, slender figure before him, Nurarihyon suddenly felt—that he was truly getting old.

An old person, just by looking at the back of a younger person, can bring up a lot of old grievances from their past.

He thought of Bingli's mother, Xue Nu Xueli, a woman who had once been infatuated with him.

After choosing Yingji, he turned his affections to his son, Rihan.

Unfortunately, Koi-ban always treated her like an older sister, never having any other thoughts about her.

Heartbroken and disillusioned, Shirley left and returned to her territory, where she gave birth to Ice Beauty with her own life essence.

This innocent child came to the Nura Clan alone when he was still a little kid.

He was short, so short that he had to tiptoe to cross the threshold, and when provoked, he would hold back tears in his eyes while exhaling cold air.

Like a seed casually scattered into frozen soil, it takes root and sprouts on its own.

They quickly integrated into this huge, noisy family full of monsters.

Later, when Lu Sheng was born, she naturally stayed by the young master's side, acting as both a guard and an older sister.

We were there for him as he took his first steps, as he climbed trees and scaled walls, and as he grew from a soft little dumpling into the handsome young man he is today.

That posture was exactly the same as when Shirley accompanied Koi as she grew up.

Even the seriousness in their eyes seems to be copied from the same mold.

The sly devil looked at Bingli as if she were his own granddaughter.

He didn't know about others, but Nurarihyon truly couldn't bear to part with the child, Hyori.

So he finally spoke up, "Bingli, are you sure?"

"Once a decision is made, it cannot be refused at will."

That means... it's me, right?

Rinko lowered her head, hearing her heart pounding in her chest.

It's like a countdown to a predetermined ending.

Mao refused, and the General did not insist.

Bingli volunteered, but the general tried to persuade her to stay.

Looking around the group, who else could possibly be in that remaining spot but her?

Rinko thought of her human classmates at school, the hushed chuckles from around the corner of the corridor, and the gazes from the monsters in the settlement that never gave her a second glance.

Whether in a human classroom or under the eaves of a yokai's house, she always seems to be excluded without even having to say a word.

'Now that I'm in this unfamiliar eastern country... will they hit me less hard?'

Rinko clenched her fists, remaining silent. She had grown accustomed to silence, accustomed to hiding herself in the most inconspicuous corner before things were settled.

Since the outcome is always the same anyway, accepting it sooner will save you from the pain of being torn apart.

Just as she was about to swallow her anger and prepare to be called on, Bingli's voice came first—crisp, clear, and without the slightest hesitation.

"Commander-in-Chief, I grew up in the Nura Clan, the Nura Clan is my home."

She spoke sincerely, "You came to me again when your family was in trouble, and now it's my turn to contribute."

At this moment, Mao Changji actually had some doubts that Bingli didn't understand the meaning behind Nurarihyon's words. She looked over with her left eye, which wasn't covered by her hair, and asked, "Bingli, what will happen to Master Rikuo after you leave?"

Bingli fell silent.

Thinking of Nura Rikuo, who had been so devastated that he gave up his yokai identity and ordered the disbandment of his guard, and who was constantly looking for his "mother" at school when he needed manpower the most at home, she shook her head and said, "Young Master Rikuo... doesn't need me anymore."

"Right now, all I want to do is contribute to the Nura Clan."

Mujou is a powerful yokai from the eastern lands, with a supposedly deep background. Nurarihyon, who lets Nura Rikuo do whatever he wants, also hopes to use Mujou to secure peace for his grandson.

Rikuo's fleeting desire to become human is nothing to Nurarihyon; in the long lives of yokai, there is ample time for them to start over.

Nurarihyon never expected that, by a twist of fate, the child's willfulness would secretly disappoint those who truly cared about him.

"Then let's settle on that."

Nurarihyon looked dejected, then glanced at Rinko, who had her head down, and casually asked, "Do you want to go?"

Rinko was stunned.

'What do you mean I want to go?' She almost blurted out those words.

"Didn't we already decide on Bingli? Isn't it enough to just choose one person?"