The long silver hair danced gracefully in the night wind.
Sesshomaru, who had co to the beach, quietly watched Rin's movents. Seeing the little girl skillfully climbing onto Ah Mou's back, ready to leave the island, he suddenly sensed sothing and turned his head.
"Hey, Sesshomaru, we've t again..."
With a cheerful smile, looking inexplicably happy for so reason, Gu Mo cheerfully waved his hand at Sesshomaru as a friendly greeting.
Sesshomaru furrowed his brows, his gaze sweeping over the person before fixating on the demon sword hanging at the man's waist. However, he quickly withdrew it, seemingly unwilling to engage, and turned to leave the island according to his original intent.
"I have sothing to ask you about—information regarding Todouji. In exchange, I'll tell you a secret about the Tenseiga, how about it?"
Gu Mo said with a smile, seemingly ready to throw so dust in Naraku's eyes.
Everything had been basically settled, and he was about to leave too, so he couldn't personally resolve the issue. But he didn't intend to do nothing.
Although, as long as the protagonist group exert themselves a bit in the future, they should completely reverse the situation and thoroughly suppress Naraku. However, considering the possibility of the protagonist group failing at crucial monts, he still thought it was more reliable to focus on the more dependable Big Dog.
For example, allowing Big Dog to master his late-stage skills in advance. In the inevitable confrontation, it seems likely that Naraku will be sent to reincarnation smoothly... And he doesn't need to pay any extra, just simply inform him of so information he knows, and it should be fine.
After all, Sesshomaru's talent is undeniable. Even though he had never wielded the Iron Shattering Fang, he imdiately decrypted the mystery of the Wind Injury the first ti he got it, unlike Inuyasha, who didn't realize anything even after using it for a long ti.
"A secret of the Tenseiga...?"
Sesshomaru indeed stopped in his tracks, slowly turning back to look at the cheerful young man behind him.
"That's right, although the Tenseiga is a sword for saving lives, it's not entirely without killing power... I happen to know so things about it that might provide you with a little bit of help," the young man nodded, maintaining a cheerful smile as he spoke.
Sesshomaru remained silent for a mont.
He wasn't without instinctive suspicion, but he quickly dismissed it himself. This person wouldn't specifically co to fool him, and based on his first impression of this demon, it seed plausible that the other would know so unknown secrets. Perhaps he had even interacted with his father before.
So—
Is it possible that the Tenseiga has a secret even he doesn't know?
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Heat and radiation filled the air.
Within the crevices of the cracked ground, flowed scorching red heat akin to liquid tal. Occasionally, fierce lava jets burst forth, carrying astonishing heat that could instantly vaporize a human body, causing the air to twist and distort. Everything around seed to blur like an out-of-focus image.
It was just like an environnt straight out of purgatory.
And on this scorched earth filled with blazing geothermal heat stood a solitary, peculiar dwelling—a giant skull of an unknown monster silently positioned on the scorched earth. Within the wide-open jaws of the skull was a simple living space.
As a renowned swordsmith for demons, Todouji, who had crafted two rare demon blades, resided here.
His reputation was undisputed, but ordinary demons couldn't find him, and there were plenty of powerful demons who wanted to force him to forge swords. Yet, this old man still lived carefree and capriciously, clearly skilled in his trade, much like how Sesshomaru often pursued him...
And today, Todouji welcod a new visitor.
The visitor landed at the edge of the scorched earth on a Death Soul Worm, walking alone into the flaming wasteland, arriving at Todouji's dwelling.
It was naturally another demon unaware of its limits, thinking that coming here would grant them a demon blade and lead them to the pinnacle of life.
With that thought, Todouji intended to brush them off as usual.
Like usual, he was also prepared for the visitor to turn hostile—whether to teach them a lesson or activate his escape skills depended on the situation... Such visitors were not uncommon, polite when making requests, but imdiately hostile when refused.
However, at that mont, his gaze unintentionally swept across the demon sword hanging on the young man's waist. The sight of the quiet demon blade made Todouji stunned, and beads of cold sweat instantly dripped from his forehead.
Cloudy Fang's sudden reappearance certainly shocked him.
Moreover, its tranquility wasn't just due to the sealing and suppression of the sheath; the pulse of the sword was very calm as well. To ta the demon sword to this extent, ensuring it didn't constantly stir like having a manic episode... Looking once more at the gentle smiling young man, Todouji instantly felt his scalp tingle.
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