Inuyasha was deeply annoyed at being made to row. "Naraku, don't just stand there. Why am I the only one rowing? Don't you feel even a little guilty?"
"Heh, not at all," Naraku replied without a shred of shame.
Inuyasha choked on his anger, itching to throw away the oar and fight Naraku.
Traveling by boat was slow, and Naraku did not want to stay with Inuyasha, so he wrapped an arm around Xu Zhiqiu, opened a Barrier, and flew over with her inside it.
Despite the thick fog, the three figures standing on the rocks at the island's edge could clearly see the people approaching them.
Juros, a slender, beautiful young man with long, fiery-red hair, held a fire fan and spoke in a soft voice. "Big Brother Ryura, Inuyasha and the others are here."
The Ryura he spoke of was a tall, handsome man clad in armor with azure dragon-claw pauldrons, his long blue hair tied in a high ponytail.
Shura, a fierce-looking man with upright black-and-white short hair, rugged features, and a mouthful of fangs, clenched his fists. His eyes shone with ferocity as he glared at Hakudoshi approaching on Entei. "That brat killed my dear little brother. I won't let him leave here alive. Big Brother, leave that little demon to me."
"All right. Go avenge him," Ryura agreed.
With Ryura's permission, Shura cradled a cannon in one arm and headed toward Hakudoshi.
Juros held his fire fan. "Then I'll go face Sesshomaru."
"Big Brother, when will our demonic power recover?"
"Soon." Ryura thought of the priestess Gora had cultivated with demon blood and reckoned it was almost time for her to emerge. Once their demonic power recovered, this wretched island would cease to exist.
"We absolutely cannot let them escape this island again." Ryura stared