Sesshomaru stepped into the depths of the forest, and when he stood still under a tall maple tree, his golden eyes met a pair of familiar yet unfamiliar black pupils.

The guy curled up on the tree trunk was staring wide-eyed, his body tensed up like a frightened little animal, and Sesshomaru could see his panic and bravado behind his stiff body at a glance.

Inuyasha hugged the tooth knife tightly, as if it was his only life-saving straw.

Of course, the demon sword made of father's teeth is famous and powerful, and it has always been an existence that cannot be underestimated.

However, on such a moonless night, the owner of the knife is only a weak human being, and there is no trace of demon power flowing in the blood vessels, so the knife cannot be changed. Just a blunt knife.

Sesshomaru looked playfully at the half-demon brother who was curled up on the tree, and his sharp, substantive eyes swept over the puppy in the fiery red shirt inch by inch.

Inuyasha's night-like thick black hair was shimmering under the stars, and the ridiculous downy ears that showed his dirty blood had disappeared, replaced by a pair of small, round human ears.

Sesshomaru stared at Inuyasha's black pearl-like eyes, and looked at him, calmly reading the emotions in those eyes that were no longer as bright as gold, which were overflowing with the panic of trying to calm down, and a trace of It seemed to be the desperation born of the confirmation that there was no way to escape.

Desperate, funny emotion.

Usually that kind of emotion rarely appears in Inuyasha's eyes.

The half-demon holding the broken teeth is always arrogant and overly conceited, as if he thinks that one day he will be able to take the heart of his only brother out of his chest.

Undoubtedly, his half-demon brother is weak, especially on such a special night, Sesshomaru is sure that he can tear him to pieces without using demon power.

However, in many cases, this filthy and weak half-demon, who is half the same as him in blood, can do things that are surprising and unbelievable.

Like his missing left arm.

Sesshomaru couldn't say that he didn't care about the feeling of the empty left sleeve, just like he always showed his indifference and expressionless expression on his face.

In fact, he was quite surprised at the power that the half-demon could unleash when it caused so much damage to his body.

Sometimes he finds it amusing that the demigod is so tireless in surprising or surprising him throughout his long and unchanging life.

Most of the time, he just felt very annoyed, that lowly half-demon liked to hang out with human women so much, and was always troubled or sad by some childish and ridiculous things that seemed to be love.

It is inappropriate to defile the dignity of monsters like this.

Sesshomaru regained consciousness from his wandering thoughts, and once again looked into the black eyes of the upper half demon, he said coldly as if he had been immersed in ice water: "Inuyasha, don't you know how to say hello when you see brother? I originally I thought you would learn a little etiquette by hanging around with humans all day long."

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