{Seven}

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Lastly, she could have sworn that she had never seen Jaken act with such an almighty attitude.

She didn't think that he had that in him, honestly.

The imp usually hid himself in Sesshoumaru's shadow, kissing the soil where his master walked on, bowing repeatedly, groveling at his feet as if he was the reason the sun rose every morning, and serving in the meantime as a stress ball. He had no pride whatsoever.

Kagome could sincerely admit that she had felt a mix of pity and disgust for the little retainer, but after all, who was she to judge?

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(100 words.)