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Kaede
does a quick [?] recap of the
cursed jewel.
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It
bestows tremendous power for youkai
and evil-hearted people.
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Kikyou died that day, long ago,
when she sealed it;
and it returned once more...
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...on
the day Kagome freed Inuyasha.
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Title card!
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Yup,
another green, sun-light day in
Inuyasha country.
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We pan down to the well,
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and Kagome cutely peeks out
with her bike....
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and madly speeds!
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But!
It's himself!:
Hold it,
Kagome!
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Ahead
jumps our boy.
Running
away?
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What about
the
Shikon shards?!
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She answers:
Step aside.
Tests start tomorrow! |
She
explains that the high school entrance exams
are coming up. |
The way things are going, she
may not have enough
attendance to get by!
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Eck, what're
you doing?
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Look
at that boy smile!:
Without this Bone-Eating
well, you can't return to your strange era, right? |
I'll smash it!
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Intercept!:
SIT!
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Sit!Sit! Sit!
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Sit! Sit! Sit!
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SIT!
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I'll be
back in three days; so don't dare follow me! |
And
down the well
she goes through time.
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Off screen, Grampa hums a spell
and Souta asks if the weird chanting will work.
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Grampa:
It works.
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This
chant is a prayer passed down for generations in our Higurashi shrine.
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Souta:
But you've been doing it
three days now, and
Sis still hasn't come back.
[His prayer sounds made up, the cad!] |
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He lifts the bucket to perform
the last ritual.
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But just then...
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Kagome:
What is this?
Smells like sake... [sah-keh]
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Grampa:
Ah, Kagome!
My prayer worked!
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Kagome:
Grampa, I appreciate your
concern but...
She sneezes.
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Grampa feels the need of a
witness:
See? How's that?
Souta:
Wow, it's for real!
Grampa, you're amazing!
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Grampa:
My heir, I have now taught you
the family prayer!
Souta:
Eh, I'm your heir?
Grampa:
Of course!
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Souta:
No, I wanna be a soccer
player!
Grampa:
So-soccer player? Mmh. Forward,
or goal-keeper?
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Kagome:
Never mind that now!
Help me with this luggage. |
Alas, the two
further converse. |
Our
poor damp girl falls in defeat.
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