Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

The light stream penetrated the crystal dish wall, entered the pale blue nutrient solution, and merged into the body.

Soon, Midori's eyelids twitched slightly, and then she opened her eyes.

His eyes were clean and clear, as if he had just woken up from a long dream.

The liquid in the petri dish began to drain from the bottom, making a low, rumbling sound.

The water receded along Cui Zi's slender and graceful figure, leaving thin streaks of water on her shoulders and waist.

As Midori stood still, a soft light shone from the bottom up on the dish, then slowly cracked open from the center, sliding to both sides, letting in moist air that brushed against Midori's bare shoulders and cheeks.

The light pierced through the still-wet air, drawing delicate rainbows that cast a soft, bright halo along her damp hair and slightly dampened skin.

Sacred and untouched by dust.

'Luckily I rejected Inuyasha, otherwise…'

With a thought, Kikyo unfolded a neatly folded shrine maiden's outfit in her hand, which was adorned with a spatial ring. The outfit consisted of white robes and crimson hakama, with only red patterns embellishing the edge of the collar.

It's exactly the same as what's on her.

This is an outfit worn only by the head priestess of the Ruri Shrine who has reached the level of "Transformation Celestial Venerable".

The entire shrine, including the current Midori, only has four people: Kaede, the recently resurrected Kanade, and herself.

The other priestesses, such as Lan and Asagi, lacked the talent and foundation to become temple priestesses. They still needed the help of external forces such as faith or magic to become temple priestesses.

Kikyo handed the clothes to Midori, saying, "Senior, this time you're leading the team to Yokai Academy, so please keep an eye on your juniors."

"Also, be careful of Inuyasha."

Chapter 103 Bingli's Heart, Xueli's Words

Midori knows the meaning of bellflower.

Her tone was calm and clear, like the rustling whisper of a summer breeze through the treetops, "Don't worry, I know that man's temperament to some extent, I won't let him succeed."

Seeing the shrine maiden's serious and open expression, which practically screamed "we'll win," Kikyo felt a little relieved.

Yes, how could a predecessor who was willing to sacrifice himself for the world possibly succumb to the shallow and despicable nature of Er Gouzi?

That would be a grave insult to the sacred and inviolable nature of priestesses!

Unaware that she had been "insulted," the priestess who still loved the world—or rather, the goddess Kikyo under the command of the sage—smiled faintly.

“Senior Midori, the magical artifacts are ready, the accompanying aspiring priestesses are all prepared and ready to go, and the Gate of the World can be opened at any time.”

"Then let's make some preparations and set off immediately." Cui Zi laughed heartily, her voice as clear as a spring striking a rock, displaying the demeanor of a true military general.

The two walked out of the hall.

The sunlight outside the hall spread out on the ground, shining brightly on the stone slabs and flowers.

The two-tailed cat, Kirara, who had been lying by the door and whose size was only similar to that of a house cat, perked up its ears when it heard the familiar footsteps. It then ran happily to Midori's feet and rubbed against her skirt twice.

“Mica, it’s been a long time.”

Cuizi bent down and gently hugged Yunmu in her arms, stroking its soft fur, her eyes filled with warmth.

Centuries have passed, yet this little fellow still recognizes her and remembers her.

“This child has been guarding the mountain hollow where your remains are. Later, it rescued a demon hunter who was in distress. After the man survived, he gradually gathered companions and formed a village. Mica then lived with them.”

As Kikyo spoke, her gaze fell on Kirara, her tone filled with undisguised affection, "She's a very good child."

Midori remained silent, simply pressing her cheek against the mica and closing her eyes.

Sunlight shone on her lowered eyelashes, and a smile slowly spread across her lips.

World Number One, Tokyo.

As dusk fell, streetlights came on.

"I've taken a total of thirty days of leave this time, including monthly, quarterly, and annual leave. I need to spend quality time with the young master and confirm my feelings."

Bingli stood by the railing of the overpass, having just emerged from the teleportation passage that used to house Ukiyo-e Middle School but is now under military control.

I originally just came out for a walk and to get familiar with the streets I hadn't seen in a long time.

But I never expected to see a familiar figure at the next intersection.

Rikuo Nura, wearing his high school uniform, had grown considerably taller than he had a few years ago and looked more like the young Rihan Nura. His features were now softer, which could attract many women with maternal instincts.

He had more than a dozen paper bags hanging from his hands and arms, some with brand logos and others containing items he had bought from grocery stores and pastry shops, as if he had spent the entire afternoon shopping with someone.

"few……"

Bingli, who wanted to go up and say hello, saw the woman next to Lu Sheng and closed her cherry-colored mouth.

The woman was wearing a light-colored suit with a knee-length skirt. She had a full and well-proportioned figure, and her high heels made a crisp rhythm on the pavement, exuding a mature femininity.

She was talking to Lu Sheng with her head tilted to the side, a smile in her eyes. Occasionally, she would reach out and take a paper bag from his hand to help him carry some of the weight. Her movements were natural and practiced, as if she had done it countless times.

Bingli stood on the overpass, her gaze falling on Lu Sheng, whose figure was fragmented by the twilight and the shoulders of pedestrians, across the endless stream of people and the gradually lighting streetlights.

A gust of wind swept through from under the bridge, ruffling the snow maiden's bangs and carrying with it the words, "We promised to get married someday," which no one knew who had said them, into the night.

The crowds converged and diverged at the intersection, their black, gray, and dark blue figures intermingling like river water splitting among rocks.

Lu Sheng's silhouette was cut off several times, and then briefly flashed through the gaps.

Then it was covered by more and more figures, gradually becoming unreal.

Bingli lowered her eyes, turned around, and stopped walking towards the Nura Clan's main residence.

The wind ruffled the ends of her hair, which swayed in the night like water flowing slowly beneath ice, coming quietly and going quietly.

Feeling watched, Rikuo Nura suddenly turned around, only to find a vast sea of ​​people in his field of vision, with no familiar figures in sight.

"Lu Sheng, what's wrong?"

"nothing."

Lu Sheng smiled at the woman-less, mature woman and said, "Let's go home."

Koi Nishiki is located on the outskirts of Tokyo, nestled between two rivers. It is a low-lying area that is often shrouded in a thin layer of moisture.

The streets and alleys were much narrower than those in the city center, the houses on both sides were also shorter, and shallow water flowed in the ditches along the roadside.

Bingli walked to the end of a narrow alley and stopped in front of an old-fashioned wooden detached house. She calmed herself down, stood in front of the door for a moment, and then raised her hand to knock.

There was no response from inside the door.

Bingli stopped and knocked again, this time with a bit more force.

A moment later, a jumble of noises and complaints came from inside the door.

"Who is it, disturbing people in broad daylight?"

It sounded like something was knocked over and then picked up, followed by the rustling of footsteps, and then the door lock clicked open.

A beautiful face, still flushed with intoxication, peeked through the crack in the door.

Shirley stood inside the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, one hand still supporting herself on the edge of the door. Her gaze was unfocused for a few moments before she could barely focus.

Her face was more mature than Bingli's, her long, slightly wavy hair was loose, and she was wearing a loose-fitting house dress with the neckline askew, revealing one of her collarbones. There were water stains on the hem of the dress.

The air was thick with the smell of alcohol.

"……Mother."

"Bingli?"

Shirley blinked, tilted her head and looked at Bingli for a few moments, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she seemed to recognize her.

"What's wrong, child?"

Upon hearing this, Bingli rushed over.

She practically crashed into Shirley's arms, the force so great that Shirley stumbled backward.

Bingli gripped the fabric of her mother's clothes tightly with both hands, buried her face in the crook of her shoulder, her shoulders trembled violently, and tears rolled down her cheeks like broken beads.

Large drops seeped into Shirley's loose fabric, leaving a dark, damp stain.

"……Mother."

Her voice was broken by sobs, as if she were pouring out something she had been holding back for too long.

The bitterness that was unspoken on the overpass and repeatedly suppressed on the way back finally found an outlet in the narrow entrance hall filled with the smell of alcohol and old clothes.

Shirley paused for a moment, one hand still holding the door, the other slowly falling down and covering Bingli's heaving back.

The warmth of her palm seeped through the fabric, carrying the cool body temperature of the Snow Woman, and a touch of a mother's clumsiness.

As a child, Shirley sent Hyori to the Nura Clan, and the mother and daughter rarely saw each other.

To be honest, she didn't fulfill much of her responsibilities as a mother.

Bingli, as a child, is more of a vessel for Shirley to sever the bond between Nurarihyon and his father.

"Bingli, what's wrong?"

Shirley's voice was a little hoarse from the alcohol, but much softer than usual.

He gently patted Bingli's back, one pat after another.

Bingli did not answer.

She just cried, her emotions churning.

There is nothing in the world that can make a young girl act this way except for matters of the heart.

Shirley understood, but simply patted her daughter's back and let her cry.

After a while, as Bingli's sobs gradually turned into intermittent whimpers, Xueli whispered.

"...Has that bastard abandoned us, mother and child, again?"

When these words reached Bingli's ears, her sobs suddenly rose even higher, becoming broken and turbulent again, her forehead pressed against her neck, sobbing uncontrollably.

Shirley didn't ask any further questions.

She simply pulled her arms closer, drawing Bingli into her embrace, and gently gathered the hair at the back of Bingli's head with her palm.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

She spoke softly, her voice slightly slurred from the alcohol, yet surprisingly steady, like a lamp hanging under the eaves on a snowy night.

"None of those slippery devils are worth our tears."

"They're all heartless bastards."

Shirley lowered her head, her cheek pressed against Bingli's hair, and said softly, "With our looks, what good man can't we find?"

It was as if she had finally had the chance to say what she had been pondering in her heart, and a look of relief appeared on her face.

But in those slightly red eyes, there was only guilt towards her child.

Bingli sniffed, her voice thick with nasal congestion, and softly hummed in response.

Shirley then straightened up, gently released Bingli from her embrace, took her hand, and led her into the house.

The steps in the entryway are not high, and beyond them lies a small living room.

Sunlight streamed in through the south window, making the room look somewhat messy—seven or eight empty wine bottles were piled up haphazardly beside the low table, some still bearing a thin layer of wine stains, while others were covered in dust.

Several overturned bowls and plates were scattered in the corner, and women's underwear could be seen, carelessly tossed around in various places.

Bingli looked at the empty wine bottles, then moved to the overturned bowls and plates and the messy clothes.

Her nose was still red, and there were still tears on her eyelashes, but her delicate eyebrows were furrowed. She sniffed, walked to the wall, opened the window, and then rolled up her sleeves.

As a hard worker in the Nura Clan, he rarely sees dirt and disorder.

Upon seeing this, Shirley was taken aback for a moment, then her lips twitched as if she wanted to laugh but didn't quite manage to. She then reached out and straightened a low stool against the wall, picked up an overturned bowl from the corner, and handed it to Bingli.

"Then I'll clear the dishes, and you help Mom put those bottles away?"

Bingli took the bowl, her voice still nasal from crying, "...Okay."

The two then each occupied a corner and began to move.