Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

The huge difference in posture was like a beast teasing its prey.

"This demonic power belongs to the Fighting Fang King!"

Plutomon, who was also a guest in Kyoto, suddenly looked up, and his surprised gaze penetrated the palace gate and pierced the direction of the demonic power explosion.

Opposite him, Yuyuko was lazily leaning on the embroidered soft couch.

The dark gown flowed like the night, making her exposed skin look like fresh snow.

Her long black hair was untied, cascading like a waterfall, covering half of the couch.

A few strands of hair from her temples slid down her graceful figure, outlining an enchanting silhouette.

Her face is like carefully carved white jade, her eyebrows are like distant mountains with dark shadows, and the corners of her eyes are slightly raised, outlining a pair of captivating fox eyes.

Her nose is high yet soft, and her lips are red, giving her a charming look even when she's not smiling.

When she slightly raised her chin, the lines of her neck were as graceful as a swan, and the blood jade pendant hanging on her earlobe swayed gently with her movements, reflecting an enchanting red glow in the sunlight.

"Mr. Dianke, what's going on in your royal court?"

Yuyi Fox's red lips parted slightly, and her voice was like a knife dipped in honey, "Are you trying to play a trick on me, using courtesy first and then force?"

When Plutomon came to Kyoto this time, Yuyuko didn't want to meet him.

However, the royal court was so powerful that this thousand-year-old fox felt unspeakable pressure.

Now Yuyuko's only hope is the sword of Ame no Murakumo.

However, deep in her heart, her faith in the power of the Demon Sword began to waver.

Can a sealed thing really fight against the nearly invincible Douya King?

How can she achieve her long-cherished wish, which was taught to her by the monster sage?

Under the bangs, Yuyi Fox's ink-black eyes slowly raised up, and there seemed to be a faint blue fox fire leaping in the depths of the pupils.

That gaze was as deep and bottomless as a cold pond, causing Plutomon to unconsciously tense his back.

(This woman's demonic power... is even more refined than in her previous life! She's truly a powerful demon who's experienced a hundred reincarnations!)

"Your Excellency Yuyuko is joking. I am only one of the Nine Ministers. How can I have the qualifications to ask the King to support me?"

Plutomon first clasped his fists respectfully in the direction of Toga, and then looked at Yuyuko, his tone suddenly becoming sharp.

"Moreover, what force in the world is worthy of our king asking us to use courtesy before force?"

Having said that, there is no need to continue the conversation.

The feathered fox's eyes were as calm as a cold pond, without a single ripple.

She just raised her head slightly, her eyes penetrating the numerous buildings, gazing far away at the demonic clouds surging in the sky.

The long eyelashes cast a light shadow on the eyelids, hiding the almost imperceptible expectation in the eyes.

(If it's that cunning ghost...)

As soon as this thought came to her mind, she suppressed it herself - with absolute strength, there was only one possibility.

Seeing this, Pluto Beast calmly picked up the teacup. The glaze reflected the skylight, and the tea soup was as clear as amber.

He took a sip, the fragrance of tea flowing between his lips and teeth, and his brows were full of leisure.

There was a time when he was still troubled by the aggressive earth spiders.

Now with the majestic royal court behind him, Pluto finally knows what true composure means.

Is the big monster strong?

powerful!

But the era version has been updated!

………………

In the courtyard of Nura clan, under the almost tangible power of Touga, the wind around them stopped flowing.

Nurarihyon's body sank slightly, and his right hand lightly pressed the hilt of the sword.

His breath was completely restrained, and his whole body was like a dying ember.

It is also like the morning mist that is about to dissipate, as if it will merge into this world in the next moment.

The sunlight penetrated his body, casting a shadow so faint that it was almost transparent on the ground.

Nurarihyon is a phantom-type monster. All of its moves are derived from the principle of the moon reflected in water. They seem fake, yet real.

Like the moon reflected in the water, the reflection looks real, but it is fake.

Shegan, who was standing on the outer corridor, had no way of telling whether the general who was posing with his sword drawn and slashing posture was real or illusory.

This ability to move between reality and illusion is undoubtedly a world-class ability.

When developed to the extreme, it is possible to reach the state of "when the fake is made to appear real, the real becomes fake".

But at this time, he was naturally restrained by Douya.

His pair of golden demon eyes that could see through invisible destiny and directly look at the source of life directly saw through the cunning ghost's illusions.

Nurarihyon's shadow froze in place like a reflection in the water, while his real body slowly approached with steady steps.

With every step he took, his aura became more solid. The veins on the backs of his hands, which were tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, bulged, and the determination burning in his eyes made people look forward to the sword being drawn and the earth-shattering slash.

(I'm satisfied.)

Touga's eyes tilted to the side, as if he hadn't noticed Nurarihyon approaching step by step, and his gaze fell on Shegan.

He is quite interested in the heroine of the "Dark Shegan" trilogy.

Douya didn't deny it.

Part of it was out of the most straightforward lust. He was already lustful, so it would be strange if he didn't want to bring such a beauty home after seeing her.

Watching the beautiful woman's sad and shy round dance is one of the great pleasures in life.

The other part is the other party's performance in the original work - from a demon to a god, becoming a powerful demon-level being.

Later, she gave up her ambition to become a god for love, and followed the male protagonist to raise children and farm in the countryside.

This precious quality of a good wife and mother is something that Douya would only leave to others if he was stupid enough.

We must snatch it away!

Make her very shy!

(The time is now!)

When Toga's golden demon eyes shifted slightly, Nurarihyon's long-accumulated demonic power finally erupted.

Time seems to freeze at this moment——

"Mirror Flower Water Moon - Final Scene!"

The moment the Mimi Kirimaru was unsheathed, the entire courtyard exploded like the surface of a shattered lake.

Hundreds of sword lights, real or fake, burst out at the same time, each one carrying the determination to cut off everything.

Nurarihyon's figure was reflected in countless fragments, as if existing at every angle at the same time.

What is condensed on the blade is the obsession of protecting the weak for hundreds of years.

It is the awareness of drawing the sword even though you know you will lose, and giving up everything in exchange for hope!

Before the sword light arrived, the sharp sword energy had already stirred up a strong wind.

The shepherd in the corridor had to raise his feather sleeves to cover himself, but was still forced back several steps by the strong wind.

Through the gaps in his fluttering sleeves, she saw the general's figure merge with the sword light, turning into a white rainbow that penetrated the sky and the earth.

When the knife was about to hit him, Dou Ya withdrew his gaze.

Without him making any movement, a magic sword appeared in his hand.

"Wind injury!"

Amidst the low murmur, the blade slashed past lightly.

In an instant, the entire space seemed to be torn apart by invisible giant claws.

Five golden sword auras that pierced through the sky and earth roared and rushed out.

The illusory blade light melted away wherever it passed, like thin snow under the scorching sun, and the ground in the courtyard was plowed into gullies over ten feet deep by the air pressure.

Nurarihyon's true body fell out from the broken mirror. The moment the blade of Mimi Kirimaru collided with the golden sword energy, the blade was covered with spider-web-like cracks.

He was blown away by the violent airflow like a kite with a broken string.

All that remained in his field of vision were the five golden blade auras that were tearing through the sky.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips - that smile was a mixture of unwillingness, relief, and some kind of indescribable liberation.

(…I didn’t even take a single blow!)

"boom--!"

His back slammed heavily into the shallow pond in the courtyard, and the waves it stirred up reflected a colorful halo in the sunlight. This time, the display of the sword was like a fleeting dream.

Blood flowed from his lips, spreading a sad crimson color in the water.

"General!"

A figure with blood on his shoulder jumped into the pool. Shegan looked closely and found that it was the Niu Gui who was supposed to be lying in the room recuperating.

He knelt on one knee at the bottom of the cold pool, holding up Huapiao's limp body with one arm.

The soaked black hair stuck to half of the boy's face, and the exposed eye was bloodshot. In a trance, he seemed to see again -

The mother who was in the monster's belly, with only her body and clothes left!

King Douya stood quietly on the shore, his golden eyes narrowed slightly.

The young monster in front of him was covered in wounds but still refused to fall down. He was like a young beast trapped in a desperate situation. His fangs were obviously broken, but he still stubbornly bared his bloody teeth.

The rippling water in the pool reflected the distorted face of the cow ghost.

A beast-like sob rolled out of his throat, and it was unclear whether it was anger or sorrow.

"Slippery ghost, here's your chance."