Sesshomaru/OC
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"Have you no heart?"
—Sesshomaru—
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The bokkēn now in his father's splintered. Neither he nor his father flinched. His eyes narrow in confusion. What had he done wrong? His form is superb, the force behind his strikes are strengthening, he is managing the weight of his opponent's' sword when he had no choice but to block...
"Otou-sama—"
"Sesshomaru," his father halts, the almost identical hand raising, "have you no heart?"
Sesshomaru's head recoiled. The tension in his brow not easing at all. Why is a heart important? Surely his father is joking. His father may be a jolly Daiyōkai, he may crack his fair jokes at times, though he never brought them into any of Sesshomaru's lessons. The lessons he learned on a daily basis were based on what he needed to survive, physically, mentally, emotionally, and politically in this world.
He is the son of the Great Inu no Taishō. Firstborn purebred. He is heir to the throne of his father's lands. And yet none of this explains why his father would ask him if he had a heart.
Of course he did. Without it he wouldn't be standing before his father.
"Of course Otou-sama." Sesshomaru scoffs.
Inu no Taishō huffs, "No, no Sesshomaru. Not a heart. Passion. You must have passion, a will of sorts. Skill is one thing, but will is another."
His long tail of hair swishes as he nods. The jagged blue markings on the Lord's' face becomes wider and his eyes darker. "Sit."
Sesshomaru obeys, his growing legs folding before him. His father sits across, propping his hands on his knees.
What would this help? He was hindering his time to train. Soon his mother will whisk him away into the mind-numbing virtues of Yōkai politics and proper dealings.
"Sesshomaru, do you have something to protect?"
And again his father confuses him. What was this about protecting? Everyone he knew of knew of ways to defend themselves in times of need. Why would he need to protect anything? If he goes along with the nonsense his father spouts, maybe he can retrieve a guard to fetch another bokkēn.
"I do not." Sesshomaru grits out. Patience. He can hear his parents saying.
"The will to protect gives a person extraordinary power. As long as you have one to protect there will be no stopping the force of power you hold."
Power.
It's what he always desired right?
The strength behind the sword. The ability to strike and kill with one swing. His father was able to do that. And as his son he should too. He is the Prince of the Western Lands. He will do that.
And all he needed was something to protect.
"I understand Otou-sama."