This is a High School DxD and Inuyasha crossover fanfiction. Other franchises will be included to enhance the story and provide a much richer experience. Please keep your reviews and comments constructive and civil.
Hiro and Hector arrived back from their latest mission, stepping through the shimmering portal that symbolized their return. They left behind a merged reality that was in chaos, something they were getting used to. Their lives revolved around serving the Goddess Serket, who held power over the Multiverse. This role came with unique responsibilities. Occasionally, Serket sent her servants into different realities to mend disturbances that threatened to upset the balance.
These merged realities were often created for strange reasons. Sometimes they resulted from similar concepts colliding, producing odd environments where different worlds collided. On other occasions, these merges occurred due to darker motives, resulting in realms filled with conflict and absurdity. Serket herself designed a few of these places, large resorts meant for her and her daughters. These spots provided a backdrop for family bonding, where laughter and love were abundant. Hector, who played a dual role as Serket's husband and a servant, cherished these escapes, finding joy in the time spent with his family.
The couple had many daughters, an ever-growing family. Among them were adopted girls who had lost their homes in various merged realities. They were orphans, plucked from the wreckage of worlds that had fallen apart. This act of kindness spoke volumes about the values Hiro and Hector held close to their hearts.
Once, Hiro and Hector were just massive fans of anime and gaming, transformed by a unique gift bestowed upon them. Their deep knowledge of various concepts and characters became a vital tool. They began to understand the mechanics behind these merged realities and learned what was necessary to fix the chaos. Their mission had taken on a new significance as they turned their passion into a purpose.
Venturing into merged realities was no small task. Each visit was dangerous, posing risks to their very beings. Hiro and Hector faced deadly creatures and perilous situations that could end their lives in an instant. Yet they found strength in their unique abilities. Unlike other servants, they possessed a power known as "the gamer powers." This gift allowed them not just to survive but thrive in harsh conditions.
When they entered a merged reality, they could assume the roles of characters residing within that world. This meant they could harness the abilities of those characters, gaining new skills. The process was akin to playing a game. Every skill they acquired could be improved upon through practice. They would gather skill points as they used their abilities, with each point pushing their skills to new heights. This system mirrored the structure of a video game, making their missions feel like both a challenge and a reward.
As the two discussed their experiences, they exchanged stories about the realities they had faced. "That last reality was no joke," Hiro remarked, shaking his head. "The monsters were relentless." Hector chuckled. "But we managed to make things better for the villagers, didn't we? They're safe now, thanks to us." Hiro nodded, pride swelling in his chest. But danger always loomed, and they knew their next mission could be even more daunting.
Each venture posed conflicts that tested their strength and resolve. They had to weigh the risks of each mission against the hopes of the people they aimed to help. Conversations about strategy often turned serious. "We can't take unnecessary risks," Hiro would insist. "If we push too hard, we might lose everything." Hector would counter with his own thoughts. "But we can't ignore the suffering either. We have to find a balance."
With determination in their hearts, Hiro and Hector prepared for what lay ahead. They understood the weight of their responsibilities. As they stepped back into the realm of merged realities, they knew their journey was more than just a mission. They were fighting for families, for hope, and for a chance at a better life for everyone they crossed paths with. Each challenge they faced and every character they became would bring them closer to their ultimate goal. And with the gamer powers at their disposal, they were ready to take on whatever chaos awaited them.
The last merged reality they faced was nothing short of nightmarish. It combined the chaotic world of High School DxD with the dark, intense universe of the Underworld movie series. The experience was both painful and burdensome for everyone involved. The combination brought confusion, danger, and a lot of conflict. Yet, after many trials and tribulations, they managed to restore balance to that troubled reality. It was not an easy task; it required countless attempts, adjustments, and a lot of teamwork.
After returning from that grueling mission, Hiro and Hector found solace in sharing a meal together. This moment provided a vital opportunity to air their frustrations and grievances about their recent challenges. They sat down in the mess hall, allowing themselves to vent. Each shared their thoughts about the chaos they had just escaped, which helped them unload the emotional weight that clung to them.
The meals they enjoyed often included dishes prepared by their daughters, who were eager to practice and hone their cooking skills. At first, Hiro's jokes about the food were hard to miss. He humorously compared the initial meals to "weapons-grade biological weapons." He joked that if they ever found themselves in a reality filled with endless conflict, presenting those meals could end wars faster than any treaty. A single bite from those first attempts would be enough to make even the most stubborn leaders reconsider their positions. The idea of having to eat more of that food would compel them to negotiate for peace.
As time passed and their daughters continued to practice, their culinary skills improved remarkably. Just as Hiro and Hector grew from their experiences, so too did the talents of the young women. The same daughters whose cooking first drew those outrageous descriptions became incredibly skilled. Hiro would eventually savor the meals, often praising them as creations worthy of a five-star restaurant.
His compliments would sometimes cause the girls to blush with pride. Hector, ever the protective father, would punch Hiro lightly on the arm, playfully chiding him not to embarrass his daughter. This light-hearted banter became a cherished routine, a way for the two men to bond while supporting their girls in their culinary journey. Over time, these meals became a symbol of resilience, friendship, and growth, turning painful memories into joyful gatherings.
In the end, those moments in the mess hall served as a reminder that even after the darkest times, there was always a chance for laughter, understanding, and a good meal to help them move forward.
Today's meal was prepared by Audrey, and it was an intriguing choice—Pizza, to be precise. Not just any pizza, but a meat lovers pizza that was loaded with toppings. This hearty dish included pepperoni, salami, pork, and chicken, creating a mix that many restaurants would classify as family-sized. In fact, there were two pizzas, one designated for Hector and the other for Hiro. The only distinguishing feature between the two was an unexpected addition: one of them had pineapple on top. This unique variation was humorously dubbed a Hawaiian Pizza. Despite the name, it was important to note that this pizza didn't actually come from Hawaii; it was named for the inclusion of pineapple, which added a sweet contrast to the savory meats.
Hiro had an undeniable fondness for this fruity twist. He savored each bite, the combination of flavors making him smile. In stark contrast, Hector held a more traditional view on pizza. He preferred classic recipes, steering clear of what he saw as culinary experiments. This is why he opted for a straightforward meat lovers pizza, sticking to the basics that he appreciated.
As they dug into their meals, the conversation naturally shifted toward their recent experiences on merged reality missions. Hiro expressed his frustration over the stubbornness displayed by both the vampire and werewolf factions. He described how the vampires, in their arrogance, failed to recognize anyone who was not like them as equals. They viewed humans and werewolves as inferior. On the other hand, the werewolves were consumed by rage, driven by a relentless desire for revenge over past wrongs. This intense anger made it exceptionally hard to mediate peace between the two species. Hiro sighed, reflecting on the Herculean challenge of getting each side to acknowledge their shared misdeeds instead of blaming one another.
Hector listened closely, nodding in agreement but soon chimed in with his own concerns. He was particularly bothered by the fact that their current reality was intertwined with elements from DxD. The conflict between vampires and werewolves was already complicated. However, adding devils to the mix created a new layer of issues. These devils played both sides, fueling the ongoing strife as they supported one faction against the other. Some devils made deals to gain power, taking advantage of the chaos. Hector found this dynamic troubling. For him, it was unacceptable that some beings thrived on conflict while others suffered the consequences.
Their discussion deepened as they exchanged insights and frustrations, each moment revealing more about their characters. Hiro's passion for peace and Hector's staunch commitment to traditional values clashed yet complemented each other. It became clear that they had a common goal: to find a way to bridge the divisions that tore at the fabric of their current reality. As they finished their pizzas, their minds shifted back to the difficult task ahead. Their camaraderie over a meal provided a brief respite from the chaos, allowing them to regroup and strengthen their resolve for the challenges yet to come.
Audrey looked up at her father, Hector, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Dad, why do you choose to handle problems from the DXD side instead of the Underworld side of that merged reality?" she asked. The question hung in the air for a moment. Hector leaned back, pondering how to explain his reasoning clearly.
"The answer is pretty straightforward, Audrey," he began, his voice steady. "Most of the time in DxD, I am dealing with devils. You have to understand something important about devils and demons. They are not the same, even if they seem similar on the surface." Audrey nodded, eager to hear more.
He continued, "Both devils and demons can make deals. That's true. But the nature of their deals is very different. Demons thrive on chaos and disorder. If a situation arises where they find it beneficial to break a deal, they won't hesitate to do so. Their priority is their own gain, no matter the cost."
He watched Audrey's expression shift into one of concern. "I know it sounds harsh, but that's how demons operate. They are unpredictable and often act on impulse. You can't trust them the same way you can trust devils." Hector took a moment to gather his thoughts.
"In contrast, devils are much more meticulous," he explained. "When a devil makes a deal, they are very careful with the wording. They know that once both sides agree and sign, that deal is binding. A devil will honor the exact terms of that deal, no matter what happens afterward. Even if it might lead to a loss or less profit for them, they will stay true to their word. For devils, ethics and a structured approach to agreements are paramount."
Audrey's mind raced with this new information. "So, you're saying it's safer to deal with devils because they keep their promises?" she asked, seeking clarity.
"Exactly," Hector confirmed. "That's why I prefer handling cases with devils in DxD. Their sense of honor makes them more reliable. But there's a twist—DxD isn't all about devils. There are demons too, often grouped under the term Yokai."
He paused, thinking of some examples. "Yokai can be just as chaotic as demons, but some have their own code of conduct, much like devils. It can be tricky to navigate. In one situation, I was negotiating with a devil named Alaric. He had a reputation for being ironclad with his agreements. On another occasion, I had to confront a demon known for betrayal. It was like walking on a tightrope."
Audrey listened with rapt attention, her curiosity deepening. "So, when you deal with devils, you feel secure because you know they'll follow through. But with demons, you have to be on your guard?"
"Exactly," Hector replied. "With devils, it's about finding a balance between what both sides want. With demons, you often have to rely on intuition and luck. It can turn into a real gamble." He could see Audrey absorbing every word, her understanding growing.
As the conversation unfolded, Hector felt a sense of pride. His daughter was asking the right questions. Audrey's fascination with this complex world of devils and demons grew, and he could sense her desire to learn more about it. The differences between these beings were not just facts to memorize; they were lessons in trust, ethics, and the unpredictability of their reality.
He concluded, "That's why I focus on the DXD side. It's more predictable, and I can better serve those who need my help. Being aware of the distinction between devils and demons allows me to navigate our world more effectively."
Hector smiled at Audrey, seeing the spark of understanding ignite in her eyes. This knowledge, he thought, would serve her well as she encountered challenges in the future.
Hector finished his meal and looked across the table at his daughter Audrey. She had questions swirling in her mind, each one pressing for answers. The lesson he had just shared with her weighed heavily between them. "In the end, Audrey," Hector said, his voice steady but serious, "the lesson I want you to grasp is clear. When dealing with demons, remember this: if you make a deal with one, that demon can easily turn on you."
Audrey frowned, a mix of confusion and curiosity on her face. "But what about the terms? Aren't they supposed to mean something?"
Hector nodded, appreciating her engagement. "Yes, they do, but you must not jump in without fully understanding what you are agreeing to. Examine every word in the deal. Make sure the terms are crystal clear. If there's even a hint of ambiguity or grey area, you're leaving yourself open to exploitation."
As he spoke, Hiro, Audrey's husband, leaned in, intrigued. "What happens if someone doesn't understand the deal?" he asked.
"The consequences can be dire," Hector replied. "Once you agree, that devil will stick to the contract. Trustworthiness in their eyes comes from following the rules exactly. If they happen to break the deal, the offended party can summon the judges of hell. And those judges are not to be trifled with."
Audrey's eyes widened. "Judges of hell? What are they like?"
Hector's tone shifted slightly; the weight of what he was saying required gravity. "They are fair and wise, but they lack mercy. Their decisions are absolute. Punishments can vary wildly, from stripping a demon of wealth to the utter destruction of its soul. Think about that—nobody challenges a judge of hell. That's why devils usually adhere to the terms. In fact, when a devil breaks a contract, the punishment can be far worse than death itself."
Hiro raised an eyebrow. "So, hell has its own rules? But why even have laws in a place like that?"
"To maintain order," Hector said. "If there were no rules, chaos would reign, and nothing would get accomplished. Every deal, every punishment, creates a structure that even the most corrupt have to respect. It keeps everything in check."
Audrey turned this over in her mind. "But that sounds so unfair. They're already in hell; why make them follow laws?"
Hector smiled sadly. "Because even in hell, there is a need for some kind of system. Everyone understands the stakes. It's a harsh world, and without guidelines, nothing would function." The conversation had grown serious, and the air felt thick with tension as they finished their meals.
The clatter of silverware reminded them of the ordinary world they still inhabited. Hiro broke the silence. "So, what you're saying is that being cautious in negotiations, even with devils, can save you a lot of heartache. Is that right?" He glanced at Audrey.
"Exactly," Hector affirmed. "It's not just about making deals. It's about understanding risk and knowing the consequences if things go wrong."
As they completed their meal, the sound of an urgent call echoed through the air, summoning them to Serket's office. An instinctive feeling struck them that this summons was tied to their earlier conversation. It often seemed like the topics they discussed during meals hinted at the type of merged reality they would soon experience. Hector, feeling buoyed in spirit, entered the office where his daughters buzzed around, assisting their mother with various tasks, including filing, sorting paperwork, and other necessary office duties.
Hector greeted his daughters with warmth, but he quickly noticed a look of concern on one of their faces. Her brow was furrowed, a clear sign that something troubled her. Sensing her anxiety, Hector reassured her, telling her everything would be okay. She gathered her courage and explained that their mother was in a particularly foul mood. This worry clawed at the edges of her mind, especially knowing they were heading into another merged reality. Hector leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. This small gesture brought a hint of relief to her worried expression, and her smile returned, reassured by her father's comforting words.
Stepping into Serket's office, they found her furiously typing away at her computer, slamming the keys with more force than usual. Hector approached her, concern tinged with curiosity in his voice as he asked what was wrong. She took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself, though it was clear her frustration lingered just beneath the surface.
With a heavy sigh, she explained the nature of the upcoming merged reality. Hector and Hiro were set to enter a universe that combined elements from the Inuyasha series with those from High School DxD. As expected, Hector would assume the role of Sesshomaru while Hiro would play Inuyasha. Their adventure would lead them to a pivotal location within this new reality: the sacred booster gear inside Issei Hyoudou.
Serket's voice grew tense as she elaborated on the implications. Being master players, both Hector and Hiro's presence would trigger the appearance of the Gamer Gear once again. This gear gave Issei enhanced abilities, like the gamer's mind and body, inventory management, and access to a game shop. The excitement of these powers clashed with Serket's anxiety regarding the situation.
Serket felt a wave of frustration wash over her as she considered the situation. Hector had ended up trapped inside the Booster Gear, and that meant he could not engage with the lovely young ladies from the DxD part of their merged reality. This was disappointing for her, as she relied on Hector to help her grow her harem, an important part of her life and strategy. Having new women in her harem was not just about satisfaction; it was essential for building a stronger support base. Every new addition could provide her with fresh ideas, strategies, and alliances, which would ultimately enhance her strength.
In past merged realities, when Hector was free to move among the different worlds, Serket had enjoyed expanding her harem. The women she brought into her life not only added to her happiness but also increased her resources. They could assist in battles, share knowledge, and even introduce new perspectives that could help in their quests. However, with Hector confined and unable to interact, her plans hung in the balance.
Hiro, always quick to brainstorm solutions, offered a possible way out of their dilemma. He suggested they purchase mannequins that could hold souls, similar to those they had seen while on a mission in a merged reality based on the Bleach series. This idea sparked something in Serket. If they could bring these mannequins into play, Hector could connect with Issei and others in that world. They could train Issei together, helping him develop into a well-rounded warrior.
Serket's mind raced at the thought of what this could mean. Hector's interaction with new allies could lead to stronger friendships and even deeper relationships. With Issei learning and growing, they could all benefit from the connections they would forge. More significant than that was the idea of adding potential new members to her ever-expanding harem. Each woman brought a different set of skills and insights, and new allies could shift the balance of power in their favor.
Feeling a mix of excitement and determination, Serket addressed Hiro. "If we can get those mannequins, we could really change the game. Hector can train Issei, and who knows what kind of bonds he might form there? It's not just about having women in my harem; it's about building a community that supports each other."
Hiro nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Plus, the more relationships Hector can foster, the better off we'll be when challenges arise. We might even make connections we never expected."
Serket smiled, her spirits lifting. The prospect of working together to create a new path felt invigorating. "Let's make this happen. We can't let Hector's situation hold us back. We'll find a way to ensure he has the connections he needs."
As her thoughts organized around this new plan, Serket felt a renewed sense of purpose. The dynamics of her life were shifting, and she was determined to make the most of every opportunity, even if it meant thinking outside the box. The struggle they faced was significant, but with Hector's involvement, the possibilities seemed endless.
As Hiro became Inuyasha and Hector became Seshomaru they were thrust into the merged reality, they quickly assumed their identities, embracing their long-held roles. For many years, they faced countless challenges that threatened their existence and the safety of their loved ones. Together, they battled fierce enemies and overcame formidable obstacles, often risking their lives in the process. They fought against demons, defied dark sorcery, and protected the innocent at every turn. After a lifetime filled with struggle, their journey was coming to an end.
In their final moments, the weight of their experiences hung in the air. The last sight that lingered in their minds was the sorrowful expressions etched on the faces of their children and grandchildren. Those they loved dearly looked on with tears in their eyes, as the light in the warriors' faces began to fade. Suddenly, an unexpected change enveloped them.
They found themselves in an unfamiliar location, resembling a vast building with walls that shimmered in an iridescent glow. The structure felt alive with energy, its surfaces shifting and pulsating as if breathing. As they ventured deeper, their surroundings transformed, leading them to a massive chamber adorned with ancient symbols and glowing lights. At the center of this space stood a towering dragon, its red scales gleaming fiercely in the ambient light.
Inuyasha's heart raced with excitement. He welcomed the opportunity to meet this new creature, intrigued by its size and presence. "Hey there! What's your name?" he called out, a grin lighting up his face.
On the other hand, Seshomaru remained unmoved, his demeanor as stoic as ever. He observed the dragon with narrowed eyes, his instincts on high alert. Trust did not come easily to him. Years of wrestling with foes taught him to be wary. He believed that anyone encountered, especially a creature as imposing as this dragon, could hold harmful intentions.
"The dragon could be dangerous, Inuyasha," he remarked coldly, keeping his guard up. "You should not be so quick to trust."
"Relax, Seshomaru," Inuyasha countered, his tone light-hearted. "If he wanted to attack us, he would have done so the moment we arrived. Why wait?"
Seshomaru raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Your naivety is astounding. Perhaps he holds back to lull us into a false sense of security."
At this point, the dragon interrupted, clearly annoyed by their bickering. "Are you both planning to ignore me entirely?" he asked a hint of bemusement in his voice. "Perhaps introductions would be appropriate."
With a broad smile, the dragon introduced himself, "I am Ddraig." His voice echoed in the chamber, deep and resonant.
Inuyasha, cheerful and eager to engage, quickly responded, "I'm Inuyasha! It's great to meet you!"
Seshomaru, ever the embodiment of dignity, followed suit, his tone measured and regal. "I am Seshomaru, of the Western Lands." His words carried an air of nobility, reflecting his lineage and heritage.
Ddraig nodded thoughtfully, seemingly amused by the contrast between the two brothers—one exuberant and the other reserved. The dragon's presence commanded the atmosphere, and it was clear that a new chapter awaited Inuyasha and Seshomaru, one that held untold possibilities and challenges. The initial mistrust lingered, but the potential for alliance was undeniable. In the face of new adventures, the brothers stood united, ready to confront whatever lay ahead.
Ddraig explained the situation to Seshomaru and Inuyasha. They found themselves inside an object known as Boosted Gear. This item, like many others, was created by a god and falls under the category known as Sacred Gears. These powerful artifacts possess unique abilities. Right now, the three of them were waiting. They would not have much company until the host, born with the sacred gear, awakened it. The host would then send their mind into this space, allowing them to meet for the first time.
Ddraig noted that this process usually takes a considerable amount of time. He encouraged them to get comfortable while they waited. The duration largely depended on how quick-witted and insightful the host could be. Seshomaru, curious about Ddraig's knowledge, asked how he was so sure. Ddraig shared that he had experienced many hosts over the years. He learned to understand their patterns and what to expect when they awakened.
Seshomaru considered this. The presence of both him and Inuyasha inside the Boosted Gear might have been influenced by their host. Inuyasha, with a grin, joked about the possibility that they were inside someone who might be a descendant of theirs. He laughed, suggesting humorously that if their potential host was indeed related to them, it implied that their children or descendants at some point had intermarried. This would mean, at long last, their families were united.
Seshomaru, unimpressed by the joke, dismissed the emotional angle. He stated bluntly that he was more interested in facts than sentimental nonsense. Inuyasha, sensing the tension, turned to Ddraig and apologized for Seshomaru's comment. He explained that his brother wasn't one to show emotions or let any feelings slip through. Ddraig noted this was wise. Those who reveal their emotions often give their enemies information that could be used against them.
The atmosphere shifted as they considered this. Inuyasha chuckled at his brother's seriousness. He liked to tease, but he understood Seshomaru's perspective. Emotions could be a weakness, especially in a world filled with danger. Ddraig listened to the two brothers, acknowledging the blend of humor and tension in their dynamic. The wait for their host continued each tick of time filled with anticipation and uncertainty about what would happen next.
Seshomaru prized efficiency. Wasting time or energy was not in his nature. Without hesitation, he turned to Ddraig, seeking a quick solution. "Is there any way to awaken the sacred gear in our host body swiftly?" he asked. Ddraig chuckled a hint of mischief in his voice. "What would either brother suggest?" he replied, sparking a debate that loomed over them like a thunderstorm.
Inuyasha, always eager to brainstorm, chimed in. "The Boosted Gear is designed for strength. Its core skill is Boost. If we can get the gear to activate, our host might become aware of its presence. That could trigger the awakening." His enthusiasm was evident, but Seshomaru's brow furrowed at the idea.
"Hold on, Inuyasha," he cautioned. "What about the host? They'll go into panic mode when all this happens. How do we expect them to activate something they can't even see? Are we just going to stand by and shout 'Boost' until something occurs? It sounds ridiculous." His tone was sharp, but it came from a place of concern.
Inuyasha shrugged off the criticism. "What else can we do?" he shot back. "I'm not up for waiting around for months, or even years, for our host to figure out they have this powerful gear. Think of all the time lost! You know how much that would irritate you."
Seshomaru's expression darkened at the thought of wasted time. The mere idea of inactivity set his teeth on edge. Time, after all, was a resource he valued greatly. Yet, despite his irritation, he considered the alternative. If they did nothing, boredom would seep in like a shadow. They'd be trapped in the sacred gear, waiting endlessly and achieving nothing. "So, what's stopping us from trying?" Inuyasha said finally. "We have little to lose."
After a tense moment, Seshomaru relented. The plan might be flawed, but it was better than sitting idly by. "Fine. We try your way," he conceded. "But let's be clear: if this goes awry, I'll hold you responsible." The brothers shared a moment of understanding amidst their bickering. They would take action, however uncertain. Together, they would face whatever awaited them.
Inuyasha, known for his impulsive nature, suddenly decided to unleash a loud chant. He began shouting the word "Boost," repeating it over and over at the top of his lungs. The repetitive sound echoed through the area, filling it with a chaotic energy. Seshomaru, his older brother, found this overwhelming. The constant shouting grated on his nerves. If he were to join Inuyasha in this chant, it would likely come out as a low, menacing growl, rather than a clear word. Seshomaru saw no point in participating in such an annoying display.
Ddraig, the dragon who possessed the Sacred Gear, finally spoke up. He explained that "Boost" was the main feature of this powerful gear. Each use of Boost doubled a person's power instantly. For instance, if someone had a physical skill level of two hundred, a single use of Boost would raise that to four hundred. This increase didn't fade away; it stayed, allowing for even greater gains if the Boost was activated again.
"Imagine," Ddraig said, his voice steady, "if the host used Boost consistently, their abilities could soar to eight hundred, then even a thousand six hundred. This Sacred Gear grants unmatched power." He made it clear that this was a remarkable tool, capable of overwhelming any foe, including both gods and devils. If used for an hour at this pace, the host would possess the strength to stand against towering powers.
However, there was a crucial limitation. The only barrier was the physical capacity of the host. Overusing Boost could lead to severe strain, potentially harming the user. Ddraig looked at Seshomaru and nodded in agreement. Training the host was vital. The body needed to adjust to such immense power.
"The host must be ready," Ddraig insisted. "If they cannot handle the boost, their strength will mean nothing." Seshomaru understood the weight of Ddraig's words. They were not training for their own glory; it was for the host's benefit. Both brothers needed to prepare their student for the intense demands of the Sacred Gear, ensuring the host could sustain the power without faltering.
Inuyasha, still shouting "Boost", seemed oblivious to the seriousness of their discussion. This irked Seshomaru further. He turned sharply toward his brother. "Enough!" he barked. "Your antics won't help anyone."
Inuyasha paused, confused but slightly sheepish. "I was just trying to get fired up," he replied with a half-hearted grin.
Seshomaru sighed, knowing that his brother's enthusiasm often overshadowed logic. They had a mission, and it was essential to focus. Training would require all their attention and effort. "We need precision, not noise," he said firmly.
Ddraig nodded. "Every boost should be controlled. We will push the host but without chaos. Balance is key."
The atmosphere shifted. The brothers understood that while power was alluring, control would determine their success. Their focus now lay with the host. It would be their responsibility to guide and teach, ensuring that this remarkable Sacred Gear could be wielded effectively.
Seshomaru recognized a significant obstacle ahead. The host of the Boosted Gear might not understand or trust them. In his view, it was naive to expect someone they had never met to place their faith in them solely based on their claims. Trust does not come easily, especially not from strangers. Anyone could say they had good intentions, but such words often mask ulterior motives. The idea of trusting two unfamiliar faces, simply because they claimed to mean no harm, was foolish.
Their main challenge was to earn the trust of the host. Seshomaru's mind raced with the implications. They needed to approach the situation carefully. Gaining the confidence of someone who held such power required more than just words. It needed genuine connection and understanding. Inuyasha, on the other hand, showed a more relaxed perspective. He turned to Seshomaru, his expression a mix of frustration and understanding.
"Come on, big brother," Inuyasha urged, his voice rising slightly. "Just stop being so paranoid. What if this person is open to the idea of meeting us? If they find out we're connected by blood, it could change everything. They might be eager to learn about family they never knew."
Seshomaru frowned, contemplating Inuyasha's words. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Could revealing their lineage really help? He thought about how often people quickly dismiss family ties if they feel threatened or misunderstood. He glanced at Inuyasha, who continued, "Imagine if this person has been alone, unaware of their true family. This could be a chance to connect."
Inuyasha's optimism made Seshomaru weigh their options. This host could be receptive if they approached delicately. He imagined what the encounter could be like. Two brothers reaching out to someone lost in the shadows of their ancestry. Perhaps this stranger would welcome them, eager to hear stories of their shared heritage.
Still, Seshomaru couldn't shake his wariness. Trust is built slowly, not instantaneously. The way people react to unknowns often shapes their decisions. Inuyasha's hopefulness was admirable, but it needed to be grounded in reality. His thoughts drifted back to the caution he was taught as a child.
"People can be foolish," Seshomaru finally replied, his tone serious. "What if this host sees us as a threat? We must tread carefully. We can't act like this is a game." He looked deeper into Inuyasha's eyes, seeking understanding. "We could end up making things worse."
Inuyasha sighed but remained firm. "But what if they're different? What if they want to know us? Besides, we can handle ourselves if things go wrong." There was something genuine in his brother's words, a spark of hope that Seshomaru couldn't ignore.
Inuyasha's confidence sparked curiosity in Seshomaru's analytical mind. Could this moment lead to something meaningful? As the brothers prepared for their encounter, Seshomaru's resolve began to shift. He understood that they needed to be cautious, but perhaps it was time to allow for a little hope. Inuyasha was right about one thing: family ties could be an anchor in turbulent waters.
Seshomaru stood quietly, his keen eyes narrowing as he observed his brother Inuyasha. Something was clearly wrong. The way Inuyasha was moving and shouting, it all seemed off. It wasn't until his gaze fell upon the gauntlet wrapped tightly around Inuyasha's arm that everything clicked into place. Seshomaru understood the situation immediately. He recalled hearing Inuyasha call out "boost" repeatedly, but it wasn't just a command to activate the Boosted Gear they were using. It was a plea to awaken his own infinite booster gear, a reckless move that could lead to serious trouble.
Before Inuyasha could process what was happening, Seshomaru struck him sharply on the head. "You're being reckless," he warned, his voice low but firm, filled with brotherly concern. "Do you even realize the danger you're putting yourself in? Boosting inside another boosted gear could cause it to spiral out of control." The gravity of the words hung in the air between them. Seshomaru knew the risks too well. If Inuyasha continued down this path, it might lead to a fatal overload, something neither of them could afford.
Inuyasha rubbed the spot on his head where Seshomaru had hit him, a frown forming on his face. "We don't have time for this, Seshomaru! If we don't make this guy train, he'll end up dead anyway!" Frustration seeped into his voice, and he clenched his fists. His impatience was palpable. The urgency of their mission rushed over him like a wave. "I need him to realize the power of his sacred gear. He has to activate it so we can meet him. We need to start training him immediately!"
Seshomaru regarded Inuyasha carefully. Although he understood his brother's desperation, he did not share the same reckless enthusiasm. "Do you think charging headfirst into danger will solve anything? You need to think this through. If we don't take the time to do it right, we might end up losing more than just a fight." His tone was stern, but there was an undercurrent of brotherly love in his words. He wanted to protect Inuyasha, not just from enemies but from his own impulsiveness.
Inuyasha opened his mouth to argue further, but then he hesitated. A flash of doubt crossed his face. He knew the stakes were high. "I just… I can't stand the thought of being too late," he admitted quietly, his voice softer now. A moment of understanding passed between them. Both brothers knew the harsh realities of their existence. They had seen too much loss, too many lives taken too soon.
Seshomaru softened slightly at his brother's vulnerability. "We will make him stronger, but we must proceed cautiously. Careless actions can lead to loss, and we cannot afford to lose you," he replied, the weight of responsibility settling heavily on his shoulders. The bond between them, strong yet fraught, was evident in their exchange.
With renewed determination, Inuyasha nodded, albeit reluctantly. "Fine. Let's do it your way. But the moment we get the chance, I'm pushing him to start training. No more waiting." His resolve was clear, even if it was tempered with his brother's caution. After a moment, they both turned their attention back to the task ahead, their minds focused on the challenges to come.
Inuyasha had a crucial question for Ddraig. He needed to know if they were mentally linked with Issei, the host of the Boosted Gear. This connection would mean they could enter his mind. Ddraig hesitated for a moment, then confirmed that yes, they were indeed connected to all previous hosts. Each host left a mental imprint within the Boosted Gear, making it possible for Inuyasha and Seshomaru to reach Issei.
Inuyasha sighed, realizing the implications of this knowledge. If he had known earlier, he would not have tried to forcefully awaken the Boosted Gear by pumping it with raw power. Now, with this link, they had a chance to meet the host in his dreams. Entering Issei's mind, they found themselves in a scene that made Seshomaru frown in disapproval. He recalled his previous judgments about Miroku's behavior and felt a moment of fresh disdain. Issei's actions were a hundred times worse.
Issei sat there, absorbed in a video, seemingly oblivious to the intrusion. Inuyasha and Seshomaru exchanged glances, then decided it was time to introduce themselves. They stepped forward, revealing their identities as two of his ancestors. Issei's eyes widened in shock. "How are you guys even here?" he stammered, astonished and confused.
Seshomaru calmly explained, "We reside within a sacred gear that is a part of you." Issei looked from Seshomaru to Inuyasha, struggling to process this new reality. Inuyasha noticed that Issei had a fascination with something similar to Dragon Ball, which made it easier to relate to him.
"Focus your mental and spiritual energy on your right hand," Inuyasha instructed, his tone encouraging. "When you do that, the Boosted Gear will appear and that will allow you to have a harem." Issei hesitated, unsure of his own abilities. But the promise of the Harem from Boosted Gear sparked a flicker of determination within him. Gathering his thoughts, he concentrated as instructed.
Moments later, the Boosted Gear materialized, glowing vividly. Inuyasha grinned and gestured toward it. "Inside that gauntlet live three souls: me, Seshomaru, and a powerful Welsh dragon named Ddraig. Don't worry; Ddraig is friendly."
Seshomaru added, "You also have another gauntlet thanks to us being here. But before we get into that, there's something important we must do first."
Issei looked puzzled. "What's that?"
Inuyasha leaned closer. "You need to tell your parents that you, Ddraig, and we need to start some very important lessons and training. This isn't simple. You'll need to touch their heads and imagine us all entering the Boosted Gear."
Issei nodded slowly, still processing the weight of what was happening. "So, once we do that, we can begin training?"
"Yes," Inuyasha confirmed, "once we are all inside the Boosted Gear, or at least in our minds, we can start." A new sense of responsibility washed over Issei, and he felt ready to take on the challenge.
Seshomaru watched Issei closely, gauging his readiness. "This won't be easy, but it's necessary," he stated firmly.
Inuyasha felt a spark of hope. This was their chance to guide Issei, to shape his abilities and character. As they prepared for the next steps, Inuyasha knew challenges awaited. The journey ahead would be vital, not just for Issei but for all of them. With that Issei woke up still with the boosted gear on his left arm showing that it was not a dream.
Inside the glimmering expanse of the Boosted Gear, a curious atmosphere pulsed. Issei called forth the essence of his parents, summoning them to witness the strange presence that claimed two ancestral souls were intertwined with his fate. His father stood there, utterly speechless, trying to comprehend the incredible sight before him. Among those spirits were formidable figures: the Dog Lord Sesshomaru, cold and composed, and the spirited Dog General Inuyasha, exuding warmth and a friendly nature that seemed to fill the space around them.
Sesshomaru, sharp-eyed even in this otherworldly state, caught a whiff of the lingering scents of Issei's parents. With a quiet yet deep sense of understanding, he pieced together the tangled family tree. Somehow, the bloodlines of his own kin had intertwined with those of Inuyasha, blending with the line of Miroku, the famously roguish monk, and Sango, the fierce demon huntress. While Sesshomaru held Sango in high regard, admiring her courage and unmatched fighting spirit, the same could not be said for Miroku. Each recollection of the monk turned Sesshomaru's stomach. He viewed Miroku as a wretched example of manhood, marked by his relentless sleaziness, a pervert who showed no signs of remorse.
The thoughts swirling in Sesshomaru's mind ignited a surge of rage. The idea that his own children might one day forge a path intertwined with Miroku's spawn was unacceptable. He recalled the teachings of his mother, wise words that echoed in his thoughts: "Show perverts no mercy, for they deserve none." Resolute, he steeled himself. The training he envisioned for the young warriors would be grueling. It needed to be more than just physically demanding; it would be intensely challenging. He planned to whip them into shape, to beat the notion of perverted tendencies out of them, despite knowing the task would be almost impossible.
In contrast, Inuyasha stood by, absorbing the tense mood. His heart ached for Issei and his parents, who had unwittingly become entangled in this complex familial mess. He understood the legacy intertwined in their presence. "Hey, Sesshomaru," Inuyasha called, attempting to lighten the mood. "You know, Sango was always able to handle Miroku's antics. Maybe it won't be so bad."
But Sesshomaru responded with a sharp glare, silencing Inuyasha. "You do not grasp the severity of this, brother. The influence of Miroku is insidious. We must act decisively."
Issei's parents exchanged worried glances. The tension rose as they anticipated the harsh training ahead. Issei's mother finally spoke up, her voice shaking slightly. "Is there truly no hope? Can't we find a solution rather than punishment?"
Sesshomaru's expression softened, if only for a moment. "Hope requires strength to reject the taint of weakness. If they possess any of Miroku's nature, they are lost."
Inuyasha intervened yet again, hoping for a ray of diplomacy. "Come on, Sesshomaru. They are kids. They deserve a chance, right? Maybe they just need guidance."
"Guidance?" Sesshomaru snapped, his stoicism breaking momentarily. "Guidance is what resulted in this disgrace. It may be time for tougher measures."
As the training loomed ahead, Issei absorbed every word, feeling the weight of his lineage pressing down on him. The dynamics of family, legacy, and the clash of morals filled the air with tension. They would all face a trial unlike any other, where the past and future converged, leaving their fates intertwined in the most unusual of ways.