Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

"Meow~"

After some training, Mica rubbed his cheek affectionately, swept its furry tail gently across its neck, and raised its front legs to point towards the horizon.

Dou Ya seemed to be lost in thought, with a faint blue light flowing in his eyes, and his sight penetrated the heavy clouds.

At the end of the sky, a witch stood in the air.

Her red and white hakama bloomed like the morning glow in the strong wind, and her face, which was whiter than the snow, was revealed among the flying sandalwood paper knots.

The sword at the waist reflected a cold light, and the sword tassel was entangled with the black hair and danced.

The most striking feature is her phoenix eyes with the tails slightly raised, which reveal the awe-inspiring manner of a priest and the clarity of a young girl.

Cui Zi's slender fingers clasped the hilt of the sword, and tiny beads of cloud condensed on the tip of her handsome nose.

She opened her red lips slightly and then pursed them, but finally hesitated and did not move forward.

The tip of Mica's tail swept across Douya's neck again, and the soft fur rubbed against the skin, bringing a slight tingling sensation.

"Meow"

Yunmu called out softly again, the ending tone swirling and rising, three parts eagerness mixed with seven parts flattery.

It shook its ears pitifully, and the tip of its pink nose twitched slightly.

This unfortunate kid was originally arranged by Zouzi to deliver a letter, but now he has become a "hostage" in Douya's hands.

What's worse is that he was caught red-handed by the self-willed Moon Princess. His fluffy tail became a tassel for Kaguya to play with, and his soft belly became a natural cushion.

(Lord Cuizi——)

(If you don’t come to my rescue——)

(Your most loyal mica is about to be rubbed bald by these bad guys——)

Its big watery eyes looked towards the sky, and every hair of its head told of its longing for the witch.

(If I go there, I’ll be seeking death!)

Douya cursed inwardly, his peripheral vision sweeping across the women at the banquet. He moved almost imperceptibly, speaking concisely so that only Yunmu could hear, "Ouch."

"Meow."

Yunmu, whose demonic power was freed by Douya, nodded in understanding.

The petite body jumped off his shoulder like an arrow from a bow, and with a few light leaps, it disappeared outside the banquet where there was music and singing.

Douya withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Hong Xiegui and Jian Douwan who came with Bing Lanwan, as well as Qitian and Shun Leiya.

After a wave of reinforcement, the dog tribe has become strong and ready to go.

As the master of Ashura Blood Battle Flag, Hyoranmaru longed to win a great victory, publicize the martial arts and benevolence of the dog tribe, and feel that he was worthy of commanding the army. He asked Ashura in a vague way when he would set out for the expedition to Kyushu.

Douya looked at everyone's eager expressions, chuckled, and patted Binglanwan's shoulder armor, "Why rush? Good wine should always be savored slowly."

After the greetings, Dou Ya strolled leisurely among the people drinking and chatting.

Facing the mid-level monsters, he stopped and raised his glass, and with just a few words, he made the monsters flattered;

When he met a high-level monster, he would just nod slightly, and the monster would return the greeting solemnly.

There is no need to say much, just this approachable attitude is enough to convince 99% of the monsters.

In this world of demons where the strong prey on the weak, a powerful demon who is willing to show kindness will naturally attract other demons.

After three rounds of drinks, the demons at the table looked at the heroic figure with unconscious respect.

In this chaotic world of blood and conflict, isn't it a blessing to be able to follow such a hegemon who has both thundering methods and a benevolent heart?

During the banquet, Iizuna Maruryū, the lord of Tengu Mountain in Shikoku, stared at Inu Taisho who was constantly winning people's hearts, and a dark light flashed in his deep eyes.

Her slender fingers gently stroked the edge of her hexagonal hat, and her crow-feather eyelashes cast fine shadows in the candlelight.

“A pile of sand makes a tower, but it is still just sand.”

Tsuchigumo sneered and tapped his pipe on the edge of the table, sending ash falling to the ground.

"Even if we take them under our command, they're just a bunch of rabble-rousers. If we blow the wind, they'll scatter like birds and beasts."

"Sand, after being tempered a thousand times, can be transformed into pure gold."

The bronze scales of the Hades Beast shone coldly under the light. He slowly filled his wine glass. "How can you possibly guess the methods of the Canine Tribe?"

"Oh?"

Tsuchigumo mocked without hesitation, "The Canine Tribe hasn't even accepted you yet, and you can't wait to become a dog?"

"you!"

The Hades Beast was furious, and its demonic power stirred up invisible ripples at the table.

The figure of the Dog King intervened like a gentle breeze.

"Today is a beautiful day, and it's also a great day for our Canine Clan. Why ruin everyone's mood with a quarrel?"

He raised his glass with a smile, just enough to separate the two people who were on edge.

He first looked at Plutomon gently, with a soothing smile in his eyes.

When his gaze turned to the earth spider, the smile suddenly disappeared, and the undisguised sharpness and warning in his golden pupils pierced out like a knife!

Tsuchigumo is a great demon, but at this moment he feels like he has a thorn in his back.

The fangs under his ghost mask tightened unconsciously, his chest heaved violently, and the bronze demonic power in his body flickered.

Finally, he snorted coldly, sat back in his seat heavily, and drank the wine in the glass.

Iizuna Maru Ryuu ignored the argument.

She stood up gracefully, the sleeves of her gorgeous dress flowing like clouds, and walked straight to the seat where Yakumo Yukari was.

With every step he took, a slight whirlwind arose beneath his feet—the Lord of the Tengu already had a plan in mind.

Mrs. Masako walked gracefully to the table for the female guests with light and graceful steps.

The golden hairpin in her hair swayed gently with her steps, reflecting fine golden light in the sunlight.

"Are you ladies enjoying yourself?"

She asked softly, with a gentle smile in her eyes and eyebrows.

The slender jade hand gently rested on Lingyue's shoulder, and the mother and daughter stood together, like a pair of lotus flowers blooming together.

Mrs. Masako's eyes moved across the faces of the women like water. She first tidied up Zi Yan's slightly messy hair, and then poured a cup of new tea for Ru Ya.

When she walked up to Kaguya, she leaned over and whispered, "Your Highness Kaguya, is this watermelon to your liking? If it's not sweet enough, I'll have someone bring some candied fruit."

That gentle tone made Kaguya couldn't help but chuckle.

Mei, who was standing beside her, quickly stood up and saluted, but was gently pushed back to her seat by Masako. "Good girl, there's no need to be so formal today."

For a moment, the atmosphere at the table was filled with joy.

Only Zi Yan and Ru Ya looked at each other, and under that seemingly loving gaze, they unconsciously straightened their backs——

The gentle blade of this elder is more difficult to resist than the sharp edge of Fairy Lingyue.

"Lord Douya King!"

At the banquet of the mermaids in the Seto Inland Sea, Minamoto no Yoshitomo, who had witnessed the power of the Inu tribe, did not hesitate and led all the senior mermaids in the Inland Sea to pay respectful tribute.

Douya nodded slightly, and his silver-white armor made crisp sounds as he moved.

He nodded slightly, his eyes sweeping gently over the merpeople, "Thank you all for coming from so far away, thank you for your hard work."

The mermaids' documents of submission were presented as early as when the Asura cavalry returned triumphantly.

The shell document inlaid with deep-sea pearls still lies quietly on Dou Ya's desk.

However, at that time, Douya was preparing for the wedding and the battle of Penglai Island, so he had no time to meet the mermaids.

"It is a great honor for us to be able to witness your wedding ceremony with our own eyes."

Minamoto no Yoshitomo, who was well versed in the ways of the world, lowered his posture very low and replied respectfully.

The tribesmen behind him held their breath, fearing that they would disturb the interest of the Western overlord.

Douya's eyes swept across these sea monsters that had transformed into human form. When he passed Minamoto no Yoshikiyo who was standing next to Minamoto no Yoshitomo, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The wife of the mermaid leader was dressed in a moon-white gauze dress, lined with high-quality gorgeous clothes, her hair was dotted with deep-sea pearls, and her skin was as bright and smooth as the finest pearls.

(As expected of a mermaid.)

Dou Ya secretly praised her in his heart, but did not show it on his face, and he had no improper thoughts towards this married woman.

He took the wine glass from Reimu Marufumi who had slipped over and spoke.

"Now that you're here, enjoy this feast."

This simple sentence made the mermaids feel as if they had been pardoned, except for Minamoto Yijie, whose long eyelashes trembled slightly, feeling uneasy in his heart.

Minamoto no Yoshitomo's heart finally settled down, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes smoothed out.

After Inu Taisho left, the mermaids returned to their seats. The tense atmosphere suddenly became lively and they began to whisper to each other.

His words were full of praise for the dog tribe and gratitude for the leader's choice.

Minamoto no Yoshitomo noticed that Minamoto no Yoshikiyo was quite uneasy, and after asking about it, he only got a response from his wife who shook her head.

Knowing that this was not the place to talk, Minamoto no Yoshitomo did not ask any more questions and gently patted the back of his wife's hand with his broad palm.

On the other side of the banquet, several young mermaids were excitedly discussing what they had just seen and heard.

Their clear laughter was like waves lapping against the shore, but it made Minamoto Yoshiki unconsciously lean closer to her husband.

The unique fragrance of the deep sea emanated from her hair, mixing with the sandalwood at the banquet, turning into an indescribable melancholy.

"General! General!"

Wenwen observed the entire banquet, her mind filled with beautiful pictures. She flapped her wings excitedly, bringing up a few falling cherry blossom petals.

Douya looked at the cute little girl who was making faces and looking like she was up to no good, and reached out his hand to flick her head on the smooth forehead.

"It hurts."

Wenwen immediately squatted down with her head in her hands, and cried out in pain exaggeratedly.

She raised her tearful eyes and complained aggrievedly.