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distrustfulThe forest is the only place that InuYasha can practice with Tessaiga anymore. It's not every day that the sword is accommodating enough to let him practice, sometimes stubbornly remaining in its dormant form with nicks and unraveling at the hilt, but today it seems to recognize the importance of InuYasha maintaining his skill. At least, if he wants any hope of keeping an eye out for the very human population of Darrow.
He might not have found a way to fit in yet, but he's seen the good of a great number of them, and he just doesn't trust the city to reliably protect it for long.
He can feel a storm on the way, smelling like it's from a further distance than InuYasha knows the place allows, the swirling winds raising the hair on the back of his neck as he tugs Tessaiga out from her scabbard. In a flash, the fang expands, almost as tall as InuYasha as he aims her carefully for the split in the wind.
"Kaze no kizu," he yells, dragging her along the seam of the wind, tearing through the trees in the forest and cutting long, jagged trails into the dirt. An unfortunate tree in the way of the attack gets a twig sliced clean off, each one of its leaves torn into shreds.
The force isn't as strong as InuYasha was able to manage it back home, and he just can't seem to figure out why. Sniffing the wind in the wake of his attack, InuYasha's attention focuses on a small area without scent, without sound. A strangely perfect bubble in the middle of the otherwise lively forest.
When someone emerges from the space, InuYasha's nose immediately wrinkles in distaste, and he quickly shoves Tessaiga back in her scabbard.
"Why is it always wolves?"
He might not have found a way to fit in yet, but he's seen the good of a great number of them, and he just doesn't trust the city to reliably protect it for long.
He can feel a storm on the way, smelling like it's from a further distance than InuYasha knows the place allows, the swirling winds raising the hair on the back of his neck as he tugs Tessaiga out from her scabbard. In a flash, the fang expands, almost as tall as InuYasha as he aims her carefully for the split in the wind.
"Kaze no kizu," he yells, dragging her along the seam of the wind, tearing through the trees in the forest and cutting long, jagged trails into the dirt. An unfortunate tree in the way of the attack gets a twig sliced clean off, each one of its leaves torn into shreds.
The force isn't as strong as InuYasha was able to manage it back home, and he just can't seem to figure out why. Sniffing the wind in the wake of his attack, InuYasha's attention focuses on a small area without scent, without sound. A strangely perfect bubble in the middle of the otherwise lively forest.
When someone emerges from the space, InuYasha's nose immediately wrinkles in distaste, and he quickly shoves Tessaiga back in her scabbard.
"Why is it always wolves?"