Meal time! Buyo sneezes. Kagome: What's wrong, Buyo? Maybe the sake smell hasn't gone away yet? Mama: I've dried your school uniform. It'll be in your room. Kagome's appreciative: Ah, thank you, mama! Souta: Sis, you didn't bring Inu no oniichan? Kagome answers: Of course not. It was difficult enough trying to lose him! She falls into her thoughts: Difficult enough... Yup. My life really changed. I have lived at the Higurashi Shrine since I was born. There's Grampa, Mama, my little brother Souta and me; an average junior high girl. Because of a hidden well connected to the feudal age, and youkai after the Shikon shards, suddenly I'm not such an 'average' school girl. Every morning I wake, and wonder if it all is a dream. But this is reality. She heads to school, and us to her room where her huge backpack is. The jewel shards sparkle out atop her desk. We then pan to the shrine's  adjoining place, and within... A daintily wrapped package glows a purplish tinge, as we flash to it and the shards. The school day begins. Good morning! Her friends turn: Kagome!/ It's okay for you to come to school now? Huh? You've been away a lot lately so we got worried and called your place..../ I last heard that you sprained your back/ And before that, hospitalized for diabetes tests... Are you okay? Kagome: Grampa.. if you're gonna lie, do it right! And this fellow calls: Higurashi! Are you well now? Kagome's friends: Wow! / Houjo-kun from  B class! The brown-haired gent speaks: It must be awful, at such a young age... Having gout, I mean... Kagome mentally says he's wrong. It's a bright package the boy hands! I ... don't really know how to help but... here! Kagome asks what it is. Health sandals! Wear them! And he bikes off in sparkles. Ka-friends: Wait, Kagome!/ You're going out with Houjou-kun? She insists she doesn't have time. Short-hair speaks up: Still, he really seems  to like you. Curls: Amazing! They ask her if she really isn't interested. Then they probe her if she has a boyfriend! Kagome: I don't! No one like that! They ask her: Really? Then what's your type? She thinks over the last instance of Ears Pup: I don't know.. Someone who's not violent, not full of himself, not short-tempered... someone kind who listens. Mmh, Ka? I think you should think on what you've done to the poor boy... So... someone the exact opposite of Inuyasha might be my type... Her friends wonder if she's still ill.