No Longer Awakening

Good people do not live long, while disasters live for a thousand years.

Inuyasha had clearly been classified by Zhui Feng as one of the disasters, because Inuyasha's life force was astonishingly tough. That feathered arrow had nearly pierced his heart. Or rather, if it had been angled just a little farther, it would have gone straight through.

Even so, Inuyasha had suffered a severe injury. The spiritual power of the young Miko from Waseda Shrine was rampaging wildly inside his body, leaving him extremely weak. At present, Inuyasha was barely any stronger than an ordinary adult, placing him firmly within the range that a group of samurai could easily kill.

The proud half-demon youth therefore had no choice but to bow his head to reality and hide in a nearby cave to recuperate. As for what he could do while recovering, all he could do was get into a verbal sparring match with the illegal invader in his body every few days.

Zhui Feng felt that Inuyasha was truly a very dishonest Jiahou. He always used all sorts of methods to avoid discussing the young Miko from the shrine.

But Zhui Feng knew that Inuyasha cared about the young Miko more than anyone.

What an inarticulate fellow. Yet as Zhui Feng thought about it, he suddenly realized that he did not seem qualified to lecture Inuyasha.

Not long ago, he himself had been just as inarticulate.

"Zhui Feng, did she promise me back then that if I could kill a hundred great demons and find a hundred books for her, she would make me stronger because she sympathized with my background?"

In the damp cave, Inuyasha began talking to himself—at least, that was what it looked like.

"Sympathize with you?" Zhui Feng thought for a while, considering Inuyasha's background.