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Chapter 29. Storytelling and Fighting
Another week went by. Every day in P.E., Tracy kept close to Misan. Lunch was the same. Misan would walk around outside and Tracy would tag along, asking plenty of questions about her.
People began to notice the girl's closeness to the cold, heartless newcomer. Misan would have a softness in her voice when conversing with her new ward that was never used with others, even Inuyasha. Actually, especially not Inuyasha. Since her father hated Inuyasha for once being a half-demon, cutting off his left arm, and inheriting their father's legendary sword Tetsusaiga, it only made sense for Misan to bare a grudge as well.
Misan would still sometimes gaze at Tetsusaiga like when she was little while Inuyasha slept with it tucked into the nooks of his arms. Maybe one of these days, Lord Sesshomaru shall possess the powerful sword once wielded by Inu no Taisho, her grandfather. And fortunately, Rin had restored Sesshomaru's absent arm the day they decided to become mates and that they killed Naraku. And since Inuyasha is a full-demon so Sesshomaru can tolerate Inuyasha more than before but held a deep hared for Inuyasha even then that he could not be rid of. There would always be a grudge between Sesshomaru and his younger half-brother, sons of Inu no Taisho.
Inu no Taisho. Misan longed to have seen her grandfather. A demon of such great power would surely be one to honor, fear, and respect . . . An honor to even see him. Sesshomaru had been fortunate enough to be his eldest son, inherit his lands, his sword Tenseiga, fight along side him in battle. Yet he has been dead for seven hundred years. It pained Misan so, too, at that fact. For not only was he great and powerful, but he was family worth knowing.
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It was the twenty-fourth of September and Misan had just finished a game of volleyball. Mrs. Yemzki had made it a new plan to bench Misan until it was the opportune time to send her in. Tracy was going with Misan to the Hughes' house afterwards.
Misan waltzed into the house, not even knocking. Inuyasha was already there and eating potato chips, a taste he picked up from Kagome.
"Inuyasha," Misan said in a warning tone that said for him to follow. The three traveled into the japanese style room. Once settled, Misan demanded, "Tell her everything, Inuyasha . . . everything. I want her to know before I begin to train her."
So it started. Inuyasha told the tales of his father, his travels to retrieve the Sacred Jewel, and life after that. Tracy drank every piece of information in with high interest. It took all night for all of it to be covered. Tracy slept in Misan bed that night while she walked around outside. Saturday they would practice.
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Tracy made sure to wake early. It was sunrise and Misan was towering over her by the bed. Inuyasha was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The younger girl had brought some clothes to practice in and changed into them. According to Inuyasha, they would begin in the racket ball court.
Misan had brought along a bag with things that Tracy only finally found out when it was handed over to her.
It was amazing to Tracy. It was a nice-fitting black outfit (like Sango's). On top, there was purple armor crafted from demon remains. There were shoulder caps, knee caps, shin plates, elbow caps, and a low breast plate. There were black boots with a purple tie around the ankle, a long purple sash, a matching hair ribbon, and purple eye shadow. Also, there were some clam shells that apparently held poisons and ointments. A samurai sword lay near the sash in its simple sheath. Then, wrapped in its own purple cloth, was a mysteriously shaped object. Misan held it out before Tracy.
"What is it, Princess Misan?" Tracy had made up her mind to call her new "trainer and leader" by her proper title.
"Your true weapon," she answered sagely.
Peeling away the folds of purple silk, Misan revealed the object. It was about two feet long or so. It was much like Muro's naginata except shorter, less like a double-sided spear and more akin to a double-bladed curved knife. The blade's points faced opposite directions, curving like the tips of crescent moons. A handle strapped with dark leather separated the blades and gave a place to hold the weapon.
"Observe." Misan picked up the weapon. Ellen had given the items to Misan to pass onto Tracy. She slashed the top blade forward through the air and then swung it back using the bottom blade. Then, Misan pulled back and threw it into the air. The blades spun around, flying upward and then back down straight into Misan raised hand. It worked much like the Hiraikotsu.
"That's going to be mine?" Tracy said in awe.
"Yes. But first you shall learn how to use a sword. Those are the basics in any training. Once you have gone over intermediate swordplay, then you will practice with your crescent naginata. You will master your weapon . . . That is your responsibility."
Tracy agreed to the offer. That was when their lessons began. For five hours each day, the same times Inuyasha and Misan practiced, Tracy would be taught by the both of them. misan worked the girl hard to compensate for the years wasted. And the results of so much difficult training was a quick up-and-coming demon slayer. Matt, at the same time, was learning how to battle, too, from his mother Ellen.
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Tracy sat on Misan's bed. Misan was dressing her in her new demon slayer outfit and armor. The younger of the tow gazed upon the beautiful woman painted on the wall.
"Who is that, Princess Misan?" she asked innocently.
Misan had been working on putting Tracy's hair in a high pony-tail like Sango and Muro's. She resembled Muro so closely that the most noticeable difference possible would be her hair. It was rather bushy and curly, not smooth and wavy like Muro's. Misan was pinching strands of hair and smoothing it out to stay that way. Slowly but surely, all of Tracy's tresses came to resemble her grandmother's. Misan was tying up the hair in its new purple ribbon when she chose to answer.
"The Lady Rin. . . . my mother and the greatest priestess only rivaled by the ancient Priestess Midoriko."
"Your mother? She's beautiful."
"Yes, extremely. And though my father does not display various emotions, he loves my mother more than anything . . . aside from his children."
They kept silent after that and when Misan was finished, Tracy admired herself in the floor-length mirror. To the demon, she looked alike to Muro. The dissimilarity between the tow was the color of their armor, otherwise, they could pass for twins.
So that was the routine of things. School, volleyball, training, homework, and being a sword fighting trainer. Often, Misan would bring Tracy t the dojo to practice even more while Misan did her job. It was obvious Misan was working the up coming slayer as hard as possible seeing as it took near six years for training before being prepared enough to battle, yet Tracy was progressing three times faster by being taught by and extremely skilled and powerful demon than with and experienced demon slayer.
But Misan did not forget her duty to observe the human world. So far, Misan did not see many reasons not to reawaken all her fellow demons. Probably the only thing keeping her from doing so was because she wanted Tracy to finish her training so she could protect herself from the demons without Misan. And yet, that never meant Misan would leave Tracy on her own. She would always be there, just as her father was always there for her mother. . . .
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Author's Note: There! I finally finished typing out the twenty-ninth chapter! 5 REVIEWS please. Otherwise, it will take longer for me to update. . . .
