Western Country, Dog Castle.
This city, like a colossal beast, had once stood magnificent and imposing, striking fear into demons far and wide.
But now, beneath the setting sun and blood-red sky, Dog Castle resembled an aged hound whose flame of life was about to go out.
In the mountain forests outside Dog Castle, cold, sinister auras lurked, scattered around the mountains.
Countless eyes stared fixedly at Dog Castle. Some demons were already itching to slip inside.
Demons came in all manner of strange forms, and their abilities were just as varied-so bizarre that even Dog Castle struggled to guard against them.
Sesshomaru was rushing toward Dog Castle. Perhaps some unseen intuition had stirred him; his heart kept pounding wildly, warning him that something momentous was about to happen.
He had been suppressing demons across the Western Country to strengthen the Evil Sword Jingzhe, but the truly powerful demons had cleverly gone into hiding.
After spending considerable time, he had slain only a handful of demons whose strength rivaled that of a tribal chief. Now, guided by an unseen pull, he hurried toward Dog Castle.
His father, Tōga, was about to die. As the eldest son, he should step forward at a time like this.
The Dog Tribe had more than just Tōga. It also had him, Sesshomaru.
His might was no less than Tōga's. Sesshomaru had always been proving that.
Meanwhile, clattering rang out from Tōtōsai's Sword-Forge as he packed his belongings.
"Tōtōsai, are you trying to run away?!"
Miroku suddenly appeared and shouted.
"Ah, no, no. I'm just... I'm just relocating. The earthfire here is no longer suitable for forging swords. I need to find a better place."
Tōtōsai scratched his head awkwardly, his guilty eyes darting from side to side as he spoke with a smile.
"Really?