After learning this, Mirai had not expected the place where the Bone-Eater's Well was located to be so easy to find. At first, he had been afraid of being unable to find it, so he had asked the villagers. If he had known it would be this easy, he would not have taken the wooden sword with him.
Mirai looked at the sky and found that it was already late. The sky had begun to turn yellow. Dusk was approaching.
In order not to alert anyone or draw attention, Mirai declined the villagers' kind offers. Instead, he found a patch of grass and lay down to rest for a while, waiting for nightfall.
As the sun set, its final ray fell upon the earth. The light seemed like some kind of magical spell. In the blink of an eye, the sky darkened as soon as the sun went down.
Once the sky had turned dark and everything had fallen silent, a strangely dressed man lay on the grasslands of Fengzhi Village. As darkness descended, his tightly shut eyes suddenly opened.
As the man opened his eyes, a gentle breeze swept over the grass. The man lying there had already vanished.
Three breaths after he disappeared, he reappeared before a dry well without a single drop of water.
"The Bone-Eater's Well... modern era, I'm here."
The man muttered, then jumped into the dry well without hesitation. At the instant he leaped in, the small lamps in the surrounding thatched cottages clearly outlined his cheekbones. That man was, of course, Mirai, who had traveled to Inuyasha!
The moment Mirai jumped into the Bone-Eater's Well—
Inside a thatched cottage at the center of the residential area, a white-haired old man wearing an eyepatch was eating. He suddenly raised his hand, gave it