Sorting

Fortune fell upon the group once more as they were able to go yet another morning without needing to worry about Sango. She lingered back behind the group with Kirara in her arms.

As she stroked the demon cat's back, the memory of her last "girls' night" with Kagome came back. Such a strange device, but it definitely eased her mind knowing that she was correct. Sango wasn't exactly sure how far along she was, but had a pretty good idea. The fun part would be telling her family how there was going to be a new member come the end of summer. Should she just outright tell Miroku and Kohaku that she was pregnant, or should she wait until she was actually showing and let them try to figure it out? Either way, their reactions would be hilarious. Sango's thoughts then went to Rin as the girl walked in front of her. When she could no longer fight, Rin would take her place as the sole female slayer in the land - though for how long would always be up to debate. Getting to the village quickly was of the utmost importance. The girl needed to choose her weapon style and forge one as soon as possible so she could master it in time. Becoming a fully trained slayer in five months sounded crazy, but with how quickly the girl mastered the power from the Black Widow, Sango was confident that she could do it.

"Sango?" Her husband's voice brought her back from daydreaming, "Are you sure you're still doing okay?"

"Yes," she smiled, "You really don't need to keep asking. I'll let you know if something's wrong." Though her words were meant to reassure him, the calmness only made him worry more.

"Miroku...I'm scared," Kohaku's whisper was filled with a fear equal to what the man showed.

"Let's just leave it alone for now. I'd rather not get in trouble," the men nodded in agreement.

The day went even smoother than the previous and the quartet covered more ground than they thought they would. At this rate, they would arrive by sundown tomorrow. However, the tension between Sango and Rin seemed to grow. It was becoming more and more apparent that the conflict of learning vs teaching was going to cause issues.

"You know what then?" Sango threw her hands up into the air, "Since you're just so knowledgeable, I'll let it go if you identify every ingredient that goes into these!" The woman began to pull out various objects from her bags as well as Kohaku's and Miroku's. Soon a large pile sat between her and Rin and the look on her face became to show traces of triumph. There was no way the girl could identify everything in the salves, bombs, liquids, powders, even the weapons. Only a slayer would have that in depth of knowledge. But within half an hour her gaze became serious. Slowly the girl began to sort the items into piles. At first it appeared to be by type, but objects began to appear in areas they didn't match; a weapon was placed in the pile with powder, a salve placed with a bomb. There seemed to be no logic, at least not until Sango looked at them closer. Immediately her jaw dropped. It shouldn't have been possible, but Rin was separating them according to their basic makeup.

It took nearly two hours but, when done, Rin looked Sango in the eyes, "Rin knows what Rin is doing."

Kohaku moved closer to the two women and his expression matched his sister's, "Sis...how did she...how did she do this? These are slayer arts!"

Both spoke in unison as they looked back at her, "Rin, where are you from?"