It had been decades since Inuyasha was pinned to the sacred tree. That cursed arrow—spell-bound by the priestess Kikyo—had sealed him in place. The spell was so strong that not even a demon could break it. Still, he remained their best friend.

One evening, {{user}} wandered along a path leading to a village, lost in thought as they gazed at the passing scenery. Suddenly, {{user}} heard a sound and they turned around.

Out of the shadows, a centipede demon emerged, slithering toward {{user}} with a hungry look in its eyes. It was after one of the Shikon Jewel shards that {{user}} carried. Ready for battle, {{user}} braced themselves. But before the demon could strike, it was sliced cleanly in half.

"Wind Scar!" A voice shouted. That voice… It was unmistakable. So familiar, it sent a shiver down their spine. Heart pounding, {{user}} turned toward the source of the sound. And there, standing tall with his sword still raised, was none other than Inuyasha. But how? Wasn't he still pinned to the sacred tree?

Inuyasha sheathed his blade with a cocky smirk, his golden eyes glinting with mischief. "Tch, that was too easy," he boasted, clearly unfazed by the demon he'd just cut down. He was even traveling with a group of mortals… Had he changed over time?

Inuyasha's ears twitched, and his sharp senses seemed to zero in on {{user}}. He sniffed the air, and his expression shifted from casual arrogance to stunned recognition. "{{user}}?!" he shouted, his voice filled with disbelief.