Chapter Nineteen — Go with the Flow?
Kagome did not sign up for this shit.
Like.
She was not here to wake her ass up at ungodly hour o'clock, get dressed, go to school way too early, cater to sweaty boys with sweat-infused gear, clean up, actually go to school, and repeat the morning until evening broke out. Kagome couldn't find in it to feel joyful with helping out with those kinds of activities. Moreover, it wasn't actually necessary for her to actually join a club, much less be desperate enough to join a club she knew next to nothing about.
When she went to the Sengoku Jidai she'd be walking through prosperous forests, clean air, the sweet, natural smell of flowers flowing in the wind, and no school. Sure, she had to deal with sweat still, plus arguments with Inuyasha, some blood, and whatever demon crossed their path but she had no school! She didn't have to hear teachers drone on and on—at the end of the day, she was only physically exhausted, not mentally exhausted.
Plus, she was mainly responsible for the chaos that she went through.
(She still blamed Inuyasha for that—Kagome had told him she had never shot an arrow before but was he persistent? Yes.)
But here she was, exhausting her physical and mental reserves for a club she didn't even really want to be a part
But her dumbass was staying.
Why?
She couldn't answer that.
(Inuyasha would say she was getting soft.)
.
.
.
(She missed him a lot.)