Kamamara raised the pale violet jewel before his eyes.
Under the light spilling down through the opening above, it shimmered with a dreamlike glow.
“So this is the Shikon Jewel?” He studied the jewel that ran through the entire plot of Inuyasha and caused countless disasters.
Although the demonic power in his body had vanished for the moment, he could still clearly sense the powerful, sinister energy contained within the Shikon Jewel thanks to the spiritual power inherited from his priestess bloodline.
That was right.
The Shikon Jewel, the very object at the center of Inuyasha’s story, was now in his hand.
The previous owner of this body had died because of it.
After fighting yōkai for possession of the Shikon Jewel, he had fled with grievous injuries.
Then, after losing his demonic power, he had hidden in this cave and finally died here, allowing Romo’s soul to cross over into his body.
As for why the previous owner had seized the Shikon Jewel, the reason was simple.
He wanted to make a wish on it and become a true human.
“My human soul crossed into your body.
I wonder if you crossed into mine?” Kamamara suddenly grinned and muttered in a strange tone.
“If that really happened, then I guess the Shikon Jewel did grant your wish.
You became a real human.
I just don’t know whether you’ll enjoy the soul-crushing overtime grind every day.” Just as he was observing the Shikon Jewel, a ray of golden sunlight suddenly poured down through the cave opening and landed on his body.
The Shikon Jewel in his palm also burst into an even more dazzling, magnificent light under the sun.
The night faded completely, and dawn officially arrived.
Kamamara’s attention immediately shifted away from the jewel.
The instant sunlight touched his skin, the dormant yōkai blood inside him roared awake.
In a flash, it suppressed his human bloodline.
Demonic power surged out from within him like a tide, rapidly filling his entire body.
What delighted him even more was that the serious injuries inside him were healing quickly under the nourishment of demonic power.
His previously weak body also regained strength at a visible pace.
His appearance began to change as well.
His originally black eyes turned a brilliant gold.
His long black hair changed into silver-white at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The rounded shape of his ears stretched slightly, becoming sharp and pointed.
The nails at his fingertips also grew rapidly, turning into sharp claws that glinted coldly.
“I finally survived!” Feeling the injuries in his body healing quickly, Kamamara let out a long breath.
He carefully tucked the Shikon Jewel back into his robe and slowly stood up.
Although his body still felt somewhat hollow, it no longer affected his movement.
His gaze swept across the dim cave, and he soon spotted the weapon the previous owner had dropped on the ground not far away.
By the sunlight coming through the opening above, he could clearly see that it was a giant long-handled scythe.
A broad, sharp blade was fitted to a long shaft.
If stood upright, it would be taller than him by quite a bit.
Its shape was almost like the signature weapon of a grim reaper.
Kamamara bent down and picked up the scythe.
The heavy weight in his hands gave him a little peace of mind.
Looking at the exaggerated weapon in his grip, he could not help complaining, “The weirder the weapon, the faster you die.
A scythe really isn’t a great sign.” Complaints were complaints, but he had no intention of changing weapons.
First, he had no other suitable weapon right now.
Second, the previous owner had used this scythe for many years.
The memories of battle had long since been carved into the instincts of this body.
As a former corporate drone whose greatest skill had been slacking off at work, he was not about to switch to an unfamiliar weapon for such a ridiculous reason.
If he did not know how to use it, he would probably die without even understanding how.
Kamamara tightened his grip on the shaft and tried swinging it a few times.
Sure enough, with the previous owner’s memories supporting him, he quickly became familiar with the scythe’s weight and rhythm.
His movements were smooth and natural, as if he had been using it for decades.
Just like that, he had successfully changed careers from overworked office drone to half-demon of the Sengoku era.
“Come to think of it, Kamaitachi yōkai blood, plus a giant scythe as a weapon… Why does this feel strangely familiar?” Kamamara rubbed his chin and stared thoughtfully at the edge of the scythe.
“A scythe, a Kamaitachi, the ability to control wind…” Suddenly, his eyes lit up with realization.
“Isn’t this basically the design of Temari’s Kamaitachi summon from Naruto, Kamatari?
Did I become a summon?
If I find a female yōkai who can control wind, can we cosplay Temari and her summon?” “Wait.
In Inuyasha, isn’t Naraku’s incarnation Kagura called the Wind Sorceress?” The image of a woman in a vivid kimono controlling the wind instantly appeared in his mind.
Kamamara could not help covering his forehead.
“What is that supposed to be?
Kagura and her half-demon summon?” “What kind of nonsense am I thinking about?” Speechless, Kamamara shook his head and drove the strange ideas out of his mind.
The fierce hunger coming from his stomach reminded him that now was not the time to think about such things.
A yōkai’s physique was powerful, but repairing injuries also consumed an astonishing amount of energy.
“First, I need to get out and find something to eat!” He rubbed his empty stomach, then looked up toward the cave opening.
His expression grew somewhat grave.
“I just don’t know whether the yōkai who were chasing the previous owner have left yet.” But the hunger in his body was already growing too intense for hesitation.
If he did not eat soon, then even if the yōkai did not kill him, he would starve to death in this cave first.
He took a deep breath and, following the previous owner’s memories, began mobilizing his demonic power.
It went unexpectedly smoothly.
Using demonic power felt like an instinct he had been born with.
Without the slightest delay, a small whirlwind formed around his body.
Kamamara no longer hesitated.
He pushed his demonic power with all his strength, and the whirlwind instantly wrapped around him, carrying him swiftly toward the cave opening.
As he rose upward within the circling wind, a fresh thrill of excitement welled up inside Kamamara.
Although there were countless scenes of riding the wind in the previous owner’s memories, this was his first time experiencing it himself.
The sound of the wind roaring past his ears made him unconsciously tighten his grip on the scythe.
Kamaitachi were not exactly top-tier great yōkai.
Most were ordinary minor yōkai, similar to fox yōkai or tanuki yōkai.
Only a very small number could become great demons.
But their abilities were extremely distinctive.
They were spirits of the wind, capable of controlling the surrounding air currents and turning them into wind.
They could not only use wind blades for long-range attacks, but also travel through the wind at high speed, combining extreme speed with their weapons to launch attacks.
The previous owner had been able to snatch the Shikon Jewel from a crowd of yōkai and escape precisely because of his ability to move at high speed through the wind.
If you could not win, you ran.
As long as you were fast enough, danger could not catch up.
As for his current flight, it was different from a true great yōkai using demonic power to fly through the air.
In essence, he was relying on his Kamaitachi bloodline to control the air currents and travel through the wind.
“Looking at it that way, it really is a bit similar to Kagura’s ability…” Kamamara could not help muttering again while in midair.
With a Kamaitachi’s sensitivity to wind, he could clearly capture the changes in air currents around the cave.
Only after confirming there were no yōkai lying in ambush did he shoot straight out through the opening.
The instant he left the cave, he immediately dispersed the whirlwind around him.
His figure swayed, and he hid behind a nearby boulder.
If he could save demonic power, then he would save it.
If he ran into the pursuers from before, whether he had to fight or flee, he would need that demonic power.
He was also worried that the fluctuation from using demonic power might attract other yōkai.
Right now, his injuries had not fully healed, and he was still starving.
More importantly, the Shikon Jewel on him was releasing a unique aura.
Sooner or later, it would draw other yōkai to him.
He had to be careful from now on.