Kaede walked over and closed the door, then moved to the water jar and removed her eyepatch.
The still water reflected the dignified face of a beautiful, mature woman.
Yet the right eye hidden beneath that patch for so many years—the eye that should have remained ugly and scarred—had changed.
“Hmm…
The scar is fading?!” Kaede’s eye widened as she stared at her reflection in disbelief.
The vicious scars once torn open by demonic miasma and the force of a Sacred Arrow had almost disappeared, leaving only smooth new skin, pale with a healthy pink glow.
What truly made her heart tremble was that her right eye, clouded for so many years, seemed able to sense the faintest trace of light.
Kaede blinked once, then again.
The light was weak, but it undeniably existed.
It resembled the first ray of morning slipping through the mountain mist before dawn—hazy, yet brimming with new life.
Kaede raised a hand in a daze and gently touched the newly healed skin.
It was warm and smooth, as though time had reversed to before she was injured.
“I owe him an enormous debt now.” She murmured while tracing the corner of her eye with one finger.
“If that stupid dog forces me to repay him…
I suppose I could.
The younger sister would merely be fulfilling the duty her elder sister left unfinished…” Kaede took the medicine jar from her robes and carefully applied more of the liquid to her right eye.
Coolness seeped into her skin.
She replaced the eyepatch and tied its white cord into a knot among her hair.
No one should meet someone too dazzling while they are still young.
In appearance and strength alone, the silver-haired half-demon utterly outclassed every man in the surrounding villages.
Having often followed Kikyo-neesan, Kaede had seen his arrogant smile, the rare tenderness he showed her sister, and his silent back beneath the moonlight.
Those scenes seemed carved into her bones, impossible to forget no matter how much time passed.
Kaede sighed, patted her burning cheeks, and turned to clean the dishes.
Thanks to Inuyasha’s earlier purge, the chance of demons attacking the village had fallen dramatically, making Kaede’s daily life much easier.
‘I wonder what that man is doing now…’ Muttering inwardly, she opened the door and stepped outside.
She greeted the villagers warmly and began another day’s work.
…
It did not take Inuyasha long to reach the forest.
He first visited the Bone-Eater’s Well, jumped inside, and explored it from top to bottom.
As expected, he still could not travel through it.
‘Next time, I’ll throw in a demon’s remains and see if I can hitch a ride with them.’ After that thought crossed his mind, Inuyasha jumped out of the well and headed toward the Sacred Tree.
Even from a distance, he could see Yura sitting idly upon a branch, her smooth, pale legs swinging back and forth in the sunlight.
The moment she saw him approach, her pink eyes lit up.
She immediately floated down from the tree and lunged toward him with both arms spread wide.
“Inuyasha-sama!” “Slow down.
We were apart for only one night.
Did you miss me that much?” Inuyasha caught the approaching Yura, filling his arms with her warm, soft body.
“Only one night?
This was the first time since we met that we didn’t sleep together.” Yura sniffed all over him like a puppy, grievance filling her beautiful eyes.
“No wonder you refused to let me follow.
You were secretly meeting another woman at night!” “Speak properly.
Stop causing trouble!” Inuyasha slapped the demoness across the ass.
Yura released a soft cry and immediately stopped complaining.
“I know I was wrong.” “I only want to receive the Device Inuyasha-sama promised me as soon as possible, so I can grow stronger and serve you better.” After gaining everything possessed by his Alternate Self from Chivalry of a Failed Knight, Inuyasha had begun studying the true nature of that power.
During his daily and nightly lovemaking with Yura, he discovered something remarkably strange.
At the exact moment of climax, their joined bodies and minds entered spiritual resonance.
It sounded absurd, but when he considered the Taoist art of dual cultivation and the mysteries of consciousness, Inuyasha calmly accepted the phenomenon.
He still needed more examples before he could determine what came next.
Yura, however, had already reached the threshold.
Perhaps she needed only one final stimulus to awaken her Device.
“That’s my good Yura.” Inuyasha set the now-obedient demoness down and continued east.
After traveling about five kilometers through the forest and crossing a dense stretch of trees, they arrived at the site of Yura’s former hair nest.
The hair and skulls had already been cleared away, leaving behind a vast, empty space.
“This is where we will build our demon capital—Rashokyo.” Inuyasha planted both hands on his hips and raised his head to survey the land.
Sunlight poured down, coating his silver hair in dazzling radiance.
His golden eyes burned with boundless ambition and supreme confidence.
“Rasho” came from Rashomon, originally Kyoto’s main gate and later a symbol of the boundary between life and death, good and evil.
“Kyo” meant capital, signifying that this city would become the gateway to the demon realm and the border between life and death.
Yura stood half a step behind him, staring without blinking at his windblown figure bathed in sunlight.
Silver hair danced in the air, while his red robe burned like fire.
Watching him stand with hands on his hips and gaze proudly across the land, Yura felt an indescribable warmth surge through her chest.
From being defeated and subdued to spending every day and night pressed against his side, she had witnessed countless sides of him.
She had seen him lazy and carefree, cold and decisive in slaughter, and silent beneath the moonlight as he lost himself in thought.
Yet the Inuyasha standing upon this land and declaring that he would build a demon capital radiated such arrogance, dominance, and ambition that it burned itself into the depths of her soul like red-hot iron.
‘This man…’ ‘He is my master.’ Yura unconsciously reached out and gently hooked one finger around Inuyasha’s sleeve.
Her lips curved into a faint smile, while her shifting gaze overflowed with obsession and adoration.
It was as though everything else in the world had lost its color, leaving only the vivid red figure before her.
“Rashokyo…” Her whisper was as soft as wind passing through strands of hair.
“How wonderful.
I can remain beside Inuyasha-sama and watch it rise from nothing with my own eyes.” Her soul suddenly trembled.
Yura’s awareness plunged into darkness, as though she had fallen into a bottomless abyss.
At first, there was nothing—only silence and emptiness.
Gradually, something began glowing within the darkness.
It was a red comb covered in ancient patterns.
The comb slowly rotated, and every turn drew out countless streams of light resembling strands of hair.
Those streams gathered inward, weaving, winding, and burning between the comb’s teeth.
‘This is…’ Yura felt a mysterious power ignite her soul and raise it toward a higher state.
Her obsession, infatuation, loyalty, possessiveness—everything that defined her—became fuel for the flames.
The red radiance intensified.
Within that light, the comb melted, reshaped itself, and gradually assumed an entirely new form.
At the same time, under Inuyasha’s watchful eyes, a new comb slowly appeared between Yura’s hands.
It was a comb-shaped Device nearly two feet long, resembling a kodachi.
Its spine resembled the back of a blade, while every tooth looked like a sword’s edge.
The entire weapon was crimson, with patterns of fire flowing across its surface.
Device: Thousand-Thread Dominion.
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