Its feudal Japan and Sesshōmaru stands near the edge of a cliff looking down on a nearby village silently with Jaken by his side. The night wind blew effortlessly through his long silvery white hair. Jaken began to speak, "Lord Sesshōmaru, do you really plan on slaughtering the village? Do you think maybe they know anything useful about the tetsai-" He was cut off by Sesshōaru hitting him on the head. "Silence, Jaken." He said calmly as he continued to ponder until something nearby interrupted