"Momiji..." The Longbow in the Silver-Haired Girl's hand fell to the ground with a clack. Her gaze shifted a short distance behind the Flame-Haired Youth, where a grief-stricken Inuyasha held the gravely wounded Kikyo. She stared at the young man in disbelief. "Momiji, it was you! You..."
You were the one who gravely wounded Kikyo? The Kikyo who protected me from the monsters? Back then, Midoriko, the other will within the Shikon Jewel, had awakened her prematurely, temporarily robbing her of her inherited memories. It was Kikyo who had risked everything to rescue her, even her own life, before entrusting her to Master Zhiyá. Without Kikyo, she would never have become who she was today...
"Renna..." Momiji reached out to stop her, but the Silver-Haired Girl pressed her lips together stubbornly and brushed past him. Recognizing Han's rejection, Sesshomaru coldly caught the hand Momiji had extended toward her. Momiji glared at the unfamiliar monster in displeasure, but the Dog Demon stared back haughtily, refusing to yield. Neither gave ground. Finally, both gave a quiet huff and withdrew their hands.
"Inuyasha, move aside." The girl's expression was grim. Her robes swept through a sharp, clean arc as she dropped to her knees beside Kikyo, her knees striking the ground with a dull thud. Though her voice was as gentle and clear as ever, it carried an unquestionable command.
"What..." Inuyasha instinctively tightened his embrace around Kikyo, looking at her in bewilderment and resistance.
"Perhaps..." Before the girl could finish, Inuyasha's eyes suddenly cleared and lit up. Under his desperately hopeful gaze, she nodded, giving him one last hope. "As long as Kikyo's soul hasn't dispersed from her body, there's still a chance to save her."
At the girl's promise, Inuyasha's lifeless face immediately shone with startling hope. He carefully laid Kikyo