In the stillness of night, starlight spilled across the sky, and a gentle, bright silver crescent moon was reflected in Wild Pond, where purple lotuses bloomed. The evening breeze stirred soft ripples across the water. The delicate yet rich fragrance of lotus blossoms drifted through the air, inviting travelers to linger.
Sesshomaru and Han walked beside the water, their hands clasped beneath their long sleeves. Wearing a serene smile, the silver-haired girl gazed at the Dog Demon beside her and softly shared words meant only for them. In the night, even Sesshomaru's icy expression seemed unusually gentle. His returning gaze and quiet replies were tender and attentive.
Moths beat their wings in the night sky, scattering powdery scales, and two women in strange clothing and armor appeared atop a dead tree in the water.
Sesshomaru stopped and stood in front of the girl. Behind him, she quietly tightened her grip on the Longbow, ready to act.
"What do you want?" The Dog Demon released the girl's hand and spoke coldly. He could smell the strange demonic aura clinging to the two women.
"Lord Sesshomaru," began the woman with pale purple hair and a flower ornament, showing none of the fear ordinary demons felt toward him.
"We've come expressly to take your fang," said the woman with short, dark blue hair, one hand on her hip, without a trace of courtesy.
"A fang?" Sesshomaru lowered his gaze to Tenseiga at his waist. Someone wanted even this sword that could not kill? Still, though he had no attachment to such a useless blade, his possessions were not for just anyone to take.
Neither woman expected Sesshomaru to surrender his Katana. Having stated their purpose, they conjured weapons and charged across the water toward him.
Sesshomaru's eyes were icy. Paying no heed to