The Training Ground was in the rear, an open space enclosed by high walls.
Fine sand covered the ground, and several wooden stakes stood around the edges, their surfaces covered in saber marks and spear holes.
The morning wind blew in from the mountains, carrying a trace of chill, making the flags atop the walls snap and crackle.
Abihime stood in the center of the field, arms folded across her chest, her wings tucked behind her back and gleaming with a cold light under the sun.
The three children stood in front of her, lined up in a row.
Inuyasha's hand rested on his short blade, his golden eyes full of eagerness.
Sakura's hands hung at her sides, her fingertips lightly rubbing the hilt of the short sword at her waist, her expression calm.
Saku hugged her doll and hid behind her brother and sister, showing only half her face.
"One at a time."
Abihime's gaze swept over the three of them, finally landing on Inuyasha.
"You first."
Without another word, Inuyasha drew his short blade and walked to the center of the field.
"I won't hold back."
He set his stance, body leaning slightly forward, like a little beast ready to spring.
"You'd better not."
Abihime did not even take up a weapon. Her arms were still folded across her chest, her chin slightly raised.
"Begin."
Inuyasha moved.
His speed was astonishing. His foot slammed into the sand, and his whole body shot toward Abihime like an arrow loosed from the string.
The short blade drew a silvery-white arc through the air, stabbing straight for Abihime's abdomen.
In previous battles, that strike would have been enough to make most demons suffer badly.
But Abihime did not even blink.
She merely turned her body slightly to the side.
Inuyasha's blade