In a mountain range somewhere in the Western Country, a massive body crashed to the ground, shattering great swaths of rock and toppling trees.
A ball of dark green light slowly descended, revealing a figure.
Clad in white, with silver hair and an icy expression that warned everyone to keep their distance, he was none other than Sesshomaru.
"Lord Sesshomaru is amazing!" Jaken's eyes shone. He had slain a demon with formidable demon power in a single effortless strike. He was simply magnificent.
The Evil Sword Smith stepped forward to harvest the useful parts of the demon.
Sesshomaru's expression did not change. He had not asked the Evil Sword Smith to forge a weapon; the smith was merely gathering useful materials on the principle that nothing should go to waste.
"Lord Sesshomaru, Fūzetsuga, the overlord of the Northern Country, is about to invade the Western Country. Shall we go?"
After collecting the materials, the Evil Sword Smith turned to Sesshomaru and asked.
He knew that the leaders of several powerful Northern Country tribes were coming this time. They would all make excellent sword-forging materials. If he could obtain them, he would surely forge a demon blade even stronger than Jingzhe!
"The overlord of the Northern Country... demons of the Northern Country..."
Sesshomaru murmured. He also knew that Fūyō, whom he had fought before, was the White Tiger's God of War. Now that Fūyō had died in the Western Country, the Northern Country's overlord would certainly come to avenge him.
Yet a vague notion lingered in Sesshomaru's mind. He felt that he was about to gain greater power.
It was a peculiar premonition, profoundly mysterious.
"Hmm? That is Tōtōsai's scent..."
Sesshomaru gradually returned from his thoughts and looked toward the horizon, where an old man was riding a cow toward him.