The final outcome of the battle was both expected and unexpected.
Sesshomaru and Inuyasha had won.
More precisely, the father and his two sons had joined forces to overwhelmingly defeat Kirinmaru, who had slept for over two hundred years and awakened only a few years ago.
Yet it was precisely because of this that Kirinmaru showed signs of going berserk and destroying the world.
After all, this defeat meant he could no longer look down on Sesshomaru from on high and demand that he "try using Tenseiga to resurrect Rion."
Sure enough, upon realizing this consequence, he murmured in a daze:
"Have I missed another chance to resurrect Rion because of my own arrogance?"
"What need is there for a world without Rion to exist?"
He had lost this time, and he feared he would have little chance of winning in the future.
Sesshomaru, who possessed Tenseiga, had a powerful bloodline, considerable talent, enormous potential, and had received his old friend's insights into the Second Transformation. Moreover, his old friend's son had already matured into a formidable figure, his wings fully grown. Even if he merely passed his days in peace and quiet from now on, he would only grow stronger. Surpassing the Tōga of that time was only a matter of time.
Meanwhile, despite hundreds of years of arduous training, he still had no absolute confidence in defeating the old rival who had bested him by a single move back then.
The more time passed, the harder it would naturally become for him to defeat the Dog King Clan's new Demon King, who was surpassing his predecessor.
"Is that Kirinmaru guy all right?
"He only lost by a move or two. Why look so gloomy?"
Inuyasha curled his lip, utterly unconcerned.
He really was rather thick-skinned.
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