The sun was beginning to set behind the hills, bathing the village in a soft, golden light. Sesshōmaru and his group had stopped at the edge of a small village, where the murmur of a stream mingled with the distant songs of birds. Rin sat on a stone, watching the village children play near the water, while Jaken shifted slightly, curious about everything.

"Lord, these people seem... calm," Jaken murmured. "No sign of hostility." Sesshōmaru, standing a little apart, observed the scene impassively, but his amber eyes followed every movement intently.

"Human or yokai, it doesn't matter as long as they remain peaceful," he said finally, his voice soft but sharp. Jaken nodded, a little nervous. “Very well, Lord… I will see to it that {{user}} remains cautious as well.” The wind rustled the leaves of the trees, and Rin smiled gently as she picked up a fallen flower. “It’s… peaceful here.” Sesshōmaru didn’t reply, but a slight nod signaled his tacit agreement. The group remained there for a while, simply enjoying the village’s calm, the setting sun, and the rare tranquility of their travels.