Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

It is like a magic needle that stabilizes the hearts of the people in Tengu Mountain.

"So Marulong."

Riluoyuan chuckled softly, and his jet-black wings folded gracefully, bringing with them a faint fragrant breeze, like the first bloom of a nightshade or the lingering fragrance of a moonlit nightshade.

"Amidst this great trend, Tengu Mountain must also demonstrate its indispensable value in order to remain standing."

"Value, let me think about it."

Iizuna Maru Ryu tapped his chin with his fingertips, narrowed his bright red eyes slightly, and fixed his gaze on the great demon in front of him who traveled around all day and left all matters to him, with a mischievous smile on the corner of his lips.

She said with sudden enlightenment, "Aren't you the most precious and irreplaceable treasure of Tengu Mountain?"

Iizuna Marulong tilted his head in a feigned seriousness, his tone light and cunning, "How about I send you to King Toga's harem?"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

In an instant, he crossed his hands, forming a big X, and his jet-black wings slightly expanded, like a frightened cat.

"This is not okay!"

She curled her lips and shook her head in disgust, "I don't want to be controlled by others. It's so nice to be free!"

After saying that, she leaned lazily on the couch, stretched out her wings, and looked willful, as if saying, "No one can make me work."

Marulong shook his head helplessly, "You, you clearly have the ability to command all the monsters, but you choose to be a hands-off boss."

"It's so tiring to command all the monsters."

He turned over lazily, his jet-black wings spread out on the soft couch like ink.

She narrowed her eyes and rubbed the edge of her wings like a sated cat, with a hint of coquettish laughter in her voice.

"Isn't it good now? With you here, I can be a leisurely demon in peace."

"Huh, that's an excessive excuse."

"whee."

The morning light was warm and soft, shining through the window lattice, giving the two of them a hazy golden edge.

The wings of the two people were emitting tiny halos of light in the sunlight, and even their eyes appeared exceptionally bright.

………………

The underworld, hell.

The Hall of Right and Wrong.

Princess Shiki Eiji sat upright on the obsidian-carved throne, her slender fingers resting lightly on the stick of repentance, her fingertips touching the grain of the wood, emitting a faint glow.

She stared at the departing figure of Hunpo Yaoji, his wide sleeves drawing a solemn arc in the bright hall.

His steps were steady and restrained, and the long sword at his waist didn't waver at all, as if even his breathing adhered to the rules of the underworld.

As expected of the Saigyouji family's gardener, he could maintain the etiquette ingrained in his bones even when facing the highest judgment of hell.

But when Yao Ji stood alone at the entrance of the hall, a subtle wavering finally appeared on his majestic face.

Miss Youyouko, when will you come to pick him up? Could it be that... you really forgot him here?

(Perhaps, it was my long-standing existence that prevented the young lady and Youmu from truly growing up.)

It's time.

He gently stroked the Bailou sword at his waist that had been passed down from generation to generation. The sword reflected the faint light of the underworld.

Through the blood induction of the family heirloom sword, he sensed that Youmu was sleeping soundly in the human world and sighed slightly.

"Eh……"

Yaoji put his fingers together and flicked them, and the Bailou Sword turned into a stream of light, passing through the barrier of Yin and Yang and falling accurately into Youmeng's hands.

He straightened his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards the pure land in the underworld with leisurely steps.

The wind from hell blew through his silver hair. This court master who had served Baiyu Tower for hundreds of years finally chose to complete his "retirement" in such a chic way.

(Then comes the age of the young.)

In the throne room just across the door, flickering candlelight illuminated Princess Shiki's young yet solemn face.

Those cold eyes narrowed slightly, as if thinking, or weighing.

(The Yokai Sage's proposal...)

(If it can really alleviate the plight of the underworld, then it's not a bad idea...)

(But the rules must not be violated.)

She withdrew her gaze, her fingertips tapping unconsciously on the stick of repentance.

The crisp sound echoed in the empty hall, like some kind of silent declaration.

"next batch."

Shiki Eiji's voice was calm and cold, as if the thoughts just now had never existed.

Outside the hall, the dead souls who had been waiting for a long time walked in tremblingly and knelt on the ground under the majesty of the judgment.

And she just raised her eyes slightly——

The extent of the sin is clear at a glance.

The hellish fire suddenly surged violently, and pitch-black chains stretched out hideously from the cracks in the void, clanging in the scorching air.

"The Styx has brought prisoners. It seems that the battle in the world of the living has also come to an end."

Shiki Yingji raised her eyebrows slightly, and a hint of interest appeared on her young and delicate face.

The Yamas outside the hall immediately noticed something was wrong, stopped what they were doing, and looked towards the direction of the judgment hall in awe.

Accompanied by the sound of dragging chains, several powerful demon souls were forcibly dragged into the judgment hall.

They were surrounded by demonic powers that had not yet dissipated, and they were the powerful ones who had once dominated the world of the living - the monster followers, Arkad, the giant raccoon cat, the earth spider, the thunder beast, the treasure fairy ghost and the master of Arakawa.

The devils from hell tightened the chains with a sinister grin. These demons that were once so arrogant were now like animals waiting to be slaughtered.

Floating and struggling in the turbid waves of the Styx, he was eventually dragged to the Hall of Judgment.

“This is truly a world of great change!”

Shiki Yingji's voice remained calm, but a strange light flashed in the depths of her cold eyes.

She looked at the seven demon souls, whose true forms gradually revealed themselves under the pressure of judgment.

The souls of the monster's followers twisted like wriggling black shadows, constantly emitting shrill screams.

Alkad's pale face still carried aristocratic arrogance, but fear was already emerging in his bloodshot eyes.

The soul of the big raccoon cat still maintained its plump form, but it was several times smaller than when it was alive, and was looking around in horror.

The four arms of the earth spider were entangled in pitch-black chains. It was struggling frantically, but it could not shake the shackles of hell.

The soul of the thunder beast flashed with unstable electric light, as if it was about to explode.

The crystal body of Baoxian Gui is covered with cracks, reflecting fragmented light.

The most surprising thing was the Lord of Arakawa. His soul appeared in the form of translucent water flow, but it was solidified like ice crystals.

With a faint divine glow, it is still resisting the erosion of hell.

Princess Shiki Ying sat upright on the obsidian throne, tapping her palm lightly with the stick of repentance in her hand, her eyes calm and majestic.

"Crash-"

The mirror of pure glass was suspended in the air, its surface shimmering with light, revealing their crimes one by one.

The horrific sight of monster minions devouring villages, the madness of Arkad's bloody sacrifice in the city, the greed of the giant raccoon cats exploiting the four countries, the brutality of the earth spiders slaughtering living beings, the thunder of the thunder beasts ravaging the mountains and forests...

Shiki Yingji's eyes gradually turned colder, as deep and bottomless as a cold pond.

"The sin is unpardonable!"

The stick of repentance in her hand struck the void heavily, and the entire Hall of Right and Wrong trembled.

"Boom--!"

The sound of judgment was like a huge bell. Seven dark whirlpools suddenly opened up under the feet of the dead souls. Countless chains engraved with runes broke through the air, entangled them layer by layer, and dragged them to different hells.

The devil's fire burns the body, the ice corrodes the bones, the sword mountain cuts the body...

Their souls gradually crystallized in extreme pain, their demonic powers were stripped away, and their sins were solidified.

Together with the previous several big monsters, they eventually turned into seven dark pillars supporting hell, emitting dim light of different colors.

Shiki Eiji gazed at the newly formed pillar and placed the clear glass mirror in her arms.

(These powerful souls...)

(Enough to solidify the foundations of Hell for a thousand years, both the old and new Hells...)

(Let’s finish the current work first.)

The thought flashed through her mind like a dragonfly skimming the water, and was immediately suppressed.

Outside the hall, the newly escorted souls had already knelt on the ground trembling with fear, huddled together and dared not look up.

Illuminated by the infernal fire, their shadows twisted like insects on the pitch-black ground.

"next batch."

Shiki Eiji's voice was as calm as before. To her, the grand trial that shook hell just now seemed as ordinary as turning a page of a book.

Only the seven newly born pillars of hell stood silently in the depths of hell—

They, along with the sin pillars of countless predecessors, flicker faintly in the eternal darkness.

………………

Western Kingdom, the city of mountain teeth.

The morning light shines through the paper window onto the tatami, dyeing it a warm golden color, and fine dust particles float gently in the beam of light.

Youmu was wrapped in the quilt like a curled-up cat, her silver hair scattered on the pillow, rising and falling gently with her even breathing.

“Hmm…”

She rubbed the pillow in a daze, her pink lips slightly pouting, as if she was still immersed in a sweet dream.