Clash! Sesshoumaru vs Tessaiga! [Page 8/9]

Chuckle-Boy:
Thank you, Pop.
Leaving me such a nice inheritance... Myouga's back!:
Just like Inuyasha-sama!
This Myouga has always believed in you.
He stops a ready-to-squish finger:
Look, look.
I was just trying to secure our way back; not running away. You finally trust me, eh?


Inuyasha:
Then, you really weren't running away?
Myouga takes a look


at our boy's innocent, trusting face.

Myouga murmurs:
If you look at me with such a trusting face...
Forgive me! I thought you could never win against him,even as a fluke!
So this Myouga ran away...


I'm ashamed for underestimating and
lying to you.
Angelic Inuyasha:
Myouga...

Squish!


Myouga papers past Inuyasha's belt-wrap:
Well, anyway, everything worked out...
From the rima they exit to their usual world.


Whee~! And with a delicate landing.



The rima-portal closes, returns to its old form,

swooshing down


back into Inuyasha's right eye.
He blinks!
Our girl:
You okay, Inuyasha?

Our boy:
Yeah, it just came back to its place
There is no more treasure left in the grave.

Now Father can rest in peace.

Back at the village!


Kaede:
But how in the world did you draw Tessaiga?
Perhaps you really have hidden powers?

Myouga:
In my opinion...

[...]Kagome was able to do so because she is human.

Originally, Tessaiga belonged to Inuyasha-sama's father...created for protecting his human mother. A sword which can not be used without a caring heart willing to protect humans...


...I believe that to be Tessaiga's true soul.



Kagome remembers Tessaiga pulsing at Inuyasha's words-
 I'll protect you!

Myouga:
Having no mercy for humans is why Sesshoumaru-sama couldn't use Tessaiga.

Kaede:
What an amazing story - Inuyasha always thought being hanyou was his weakness,
so didn't want to talk about his mother.



He needs his heart to care for humans...that must be what his father wanted him to know.

The one who inherited their father's strength...



might not be the elder one, but Inuyasha himself.



He's swung the sword a few times, but the darn thing won't transform.


Another thwack at the darn tree:
What's with this thing?!
It's back to a rusted piece
of crap!