"What a dull weapon!"
Demon Power surged through Sesshomaru's hand, and Tessaiga slid straight back into its sheath.
A demon blade that could only be wielded by someone with the will to protect was utterly tedious in Sesshomaru's eyes.
At that moment, Tessaiga's worth plummeted in his eyes, even though the demon blade possessed immense power.
But using Tessaiga's power meant abandoning his path of conquest. What use did he have for such a weapon?
"Only the weak need protection. I, Sesshomaru, am strong. The weak have no place in my eyes!"
Meeting Tōga's surprised gaze, Sesshomaru spoke indifferently. His resolve to follow his chosen path could not be shaken by a single demon blade.
Now, Tessaiga looked like nothing more than scrap metal to him!
As Tōga looked into Sesshomaru's resolute eyes, he could not help feeling stirred. Did the path of a perfect yokai truly require no emotion?
He could not help asking himself that question.
"Sōunga is an ancient demonic sword. Its power has nothing to do with protecting the weak. Father, give me Sōunga. I can withstand its power!"
Sesshomaru's gaze fixed on Sōunga at Tōga's back. Its aura surpassed Tessaiga's, and it suited his path of conquest far better.
"No, Sesshomaru. You do not understand Sōunga's power. Its terrors are beyond your ability to withstand or control as you are now!"
Tōga refused firmly. Sōunga was unlike Tessaiga. This Evil Sword bore an ominous curse, and even he could not suppress it and force its sword spirit into submission.
Much less Sesshomaru, who had yet to reach his full strength.
Tōga did not need to speculate to know that Sesshomaru would fall under Sōunga's control if he touched it.
However resolute Sesshomaru's will might be, his own strength was insufficient. He would be utterly unable