Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

At the moment when power was concentrated and mind reached perfection—

His golden eyes, which could penetrate the netherworld, discovered several "familiar" souls——

That is……

In this world, the iron chicken that was killed by Naraku and the Abi who died in pain still have their residual souls left, carrying an unwilling and resentful spirit.

The soul of the black witch Tsubaki, whose evil path was cut off by Inuyasha, is still lingering with the lingering resentful curse power, like a poisoned thorn.

The soul of the shrine maiden Hitomi, who was killed by Naraku, still shines with the obsession of protection and unfulfilled wish, like a pearl covered in dust.

as well as……

That light, as white as snow and as clear as the moon, carries the complete relief and peace without regrets in this life - the soul of Platycodon!

Her presence seemed to purify the dark and dead air around her, like a clear spring flowing in the turbid Styx.

Except for Cuizi and Zouzi, Douya waved his sword casually in the air.

The invisible power of reincarnation is like the most precise strings being plucked.

The space rippled, and the entire [Inuyasha] world and the souls of three peerless shrine maidens appeared before his eyes like pearls salvaged from the long river of time.

Platycodon, pupil, tsubaki.

There is no need to say much about Platycodon grandiflorum.

Tongzi's soul still retains the attire she wore when she was alive.

Wearing a solemn Chihaya red hakama, her figure looks even more upright and elegant.

Her long black hair fell behind her, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck.

A string of blood-red rosary beads hung from her neck, contrasting with her brown eyes as calm as a deep pool, adding a touch of classical compassion and mystery.

She lowered her eyes slightly, stood with her sleeves folded, like a lady walking out of an ancient painting, with a quiet and sad beauty that transcends time and space.

Chun is completely different.

Her long black hair flowed down like a waterfall, with a hint of unruly wildness.

Her face was extremely beautiful - like a ripe peach or apricot, delicate and charming.

His eyes were a deep blueberry color, but at this moment they were flashing with a cold light, like poisoned sapphires.

Her lips are small and plump, the color of ripe cherries, and her skin is whiter than snow, almost transparent.

The dark crimson hakama on his body, as dark as the night, creates a strong visual impact.

There was a faint, cold and evil aura surrounding her, like a poisonous mandala quietly blooming in the dark night!

The three witches have very different temperaments, just like three completely different melodies.

No words are needed, no questions asked.

In this vast world, Dou Ya is the Lord of Reincarnation who controls reincarnation and decides life and death.

He glanced at the three ill-fated souls of the witches before him—

The clarity and tranquility of Platycodon grandiflorum, the quiet and sorrowful look of Tongzi, and the evil and cold charm of Tsubaki.

The joys and sorrows, the loves and hates they experienced in their lives were nothing but a series of earthly chapters in his eyes that understood the cycle of reincarnation.

Douya slightly clenched his palms, and the souls of the three witches flew into the depths of his wide sleeves like stars pulled by an invisible force.

It is sealed and properly stored by the law of reincarnation, waiting for reincarnation in the main world.

After washing away the past and being reborn, they will become the new witches of the royal court.

Sing for him, dance for him, become his own witch!

There's nothing we can do about it, since Touga just likes this. Together with Tsuriko and Zoeko, the essence of the shrine maidens in the Inuyasha world is in his hands.

Chapter 243 Return

As for the other dead souls in the depths of the underworld, whether it is the enchanting and seductive Reverse Hair Jie Luo who uses his hair as blades, or the God Jiuye who wields the Feathered Clothes of Heaven and has an unparalleled appearance.

Even though she was extremely beautiful and charming, Dou Ya had no interest in taking her away.

He is no longer at the age where he just looks at pretty things. He has become more picky about beauties and has started to pick on the finest things.

The mind moves slightly, and the body follows the thought.

The space rippled like water waves, and the next moment, his figure dissipated into the gloomy underworld and stepped onto the land of the human world.

There is no time in the underworld, but it is already deep autumn on earth.

Several months had passed by now, and Ling Yue and others, who had traveled around, returned to Kyoto.

Cui Zi's pregnancy is obvious, and even her loose clothes can hardly hide her round belly. Her life rhythm is vigorous and her due date is just around the corner.

The chilly evening breeze blew through the multi-story buildings and palaces, picking up a few fluttering maple leaves and also rustling the clothes and banners in the bustling city.

Kyoto, which has experienced turmoil and rebirth, is now more vibrant than ever.

The streets and alleys are bustling with people, merchants and traffic.

The bustling city sounds, the warm smell of fireworks, mixed with the melodious bells of the distant shrine, are like a long scroll of the world unfolding under the warm sun of late autumn.

As the wind blew, the maple leaves swirled, bringing a hint of the coolness of late autumn to Dou Ya.

He caught a crisp and rapid sound of "crackling! clanging! clanging!" in his ears. It was the rhythm of the fierce collision, collision and blocking of wooden swords, like a sudden rain hitting bluestone, dense and aggressive.

In a corner of the courtyard, the warm sun shines through the sparse maple leaves, casting mottled light and shadows.

In the light and shadow, two small figures were fighting with each other!

As a child, Seshomaru was not even as tall as an adult's waist, and his silver hair was like a waterfall, drawing sharp arcs with his movements.

He pursed his lips tightly, his golden eyes were as sharp as a newborn leopard, and he used the small wooden sword "Tianshengya" in his hand with great skill.

Each move and each style revealed the sharpness and precision of a swordsman!

At this moment, he was pressing forward step by step, and the small wooden sword turned into a continuous black light, suppressing his opponent and forcing him to retreat step by step!

And his opponent——

It’s Abhiji!

The little princess wore a small crimson hakama that made it easy for her to move around in, and had her hair in a cute bun.

Now that delicate little face was full of anxiety and grievance.

She also held a small wooden sword in her hand, but it was obvious that she was having a hard time parrying.

Seshomaru's swift and precise attack made her panic.

The small wooden sword struggled left and right, and it took several attempts to block the vital points.

"Woo..." A sob with a crying tone almost broke through the throat.

Crystal tears had begun to well up in Abhi's big watery eyes, tiny water droplets were on his long eyelashes, and the tip of his nose was slightly red.

She bit her lower lip tightly, trying hard not to let the tears fall, but the look of her tears and the way she endured the grievances made anyone who saw her feel pity.

She was almost beaten to tears by her ruthless and relentless brother!

But the blood of the great monster in his body made Abhi persevere and he gritted his teeth and refused to give up.

During the development period of monsters, especially Seshomaru who inherited Toga's bloodline, it is obvious that he cannot be treated as a normal human or monster.

Seshomaru, who was less than one year old, clearly remembered how Abi "enthusiastically" dragged him to play the "torture" called "playing house".

The "sense of humiliation" that spread from the depths of his soul and was being played with like a puppet was turning into an endless source of motivation, injecting into every time he swung his sword!

The small wooden sword in his hand, every time he chopped, hacked, stabbed, or slashed, was not influenced by his emotions.

The connection between the moves reveals order and decisiveness, which cannot be achieved by instinct and daily training alone. There must be a famous teacher behind the scenes.

"Is it Cuizi or Lingyue?"

The former has difficulty in moving, and the latter is getting lazier and lazier, so it is hard to say whether the two of them have time.

"Or……"

Douya's eyes moved slightly and he looked at the small figure standing in the corridor - Shenwu.

She still had no expression on her face, her long snow-white hair motionless in the breeze, and she held a bright mirror in her hand.

The mirror surface was as clear as water, clearly reflecting the fierce "competition" in the courtyard.

(Through this mirror that reflects reality... can I create another "self" as an opponent for sparring practice?)

Douya understood, and a hint of approval flashed across his golden eyes.

(It is a great way to hone your combat skills and gain insight into your own weaknesses.)

With this thought in mind, he moved slightly and appeared in the center of the courtyard as if teleporting.

Just as Seshomaru's sharp wooden sword was about to completely knock the weapon in Abi's hand away -

A big, broad and warm hand firmly supported the young boy's small wrist, which contained amazing strength, and then picked him up and held him in the arms.

The other hand gently embraced Abhi, who was about to cry, and picked up her small, trembling body that was aggrieved.

"Alright, alright." Douya's deep voice was tinged with laughter, like the warm sun melting the ice. "When dealing with girls, you have to be more restrained and gentle."

He lowered his head and rubbed his chin against Seshomaru's stubbornly raised head, teasing him.

"If you're so fierce, be careful... you won't be able to find a wife in the future."

"Hmph!" Seshomaru's face was tense, his golden pupils filled with disdain and arrogance. His crisp, childish voice said firmly, "Hmph, I, Seshomaru, don't need a wife."

Dou Ya felt both amused and helpless when he saw his eldest son, who had made the bold statement of never marrying at such a young age.

His gaze turned to the pouting, rosy-cheeked Abhi in his arms - she was not only his adopted daughter, but also the fiancée he and Lingyue had long chosen for Seshomaru.

"Abi, good boy."

Douya softened his voice and coaxed.

"Father will personally teach you how to practice, okay? When you become powerful, I'll give this brat a good beating. See if he dares to bully you again!"

"Father..." Abi raised his big, wet eyes and said softly but firmly, "Abi, don't bully Seshomaru..."

Her face flushed slightly as she glanced at Seshomaru furtively, only to be glared at by him and his voice lowered, "Abi...I want to be Seshomaru's wife!"