Fifty-Two.
It was so weird, following Jaken-sama's tiny form.
The only thing that set him apart from the real Jaken was the absence of the Staff of Two Heads and the way in which he carried himself – as if he owned the very road. Not to mention, well, Jaken's inability to be quiet.
Lost briefly in her own thoughts, Kagome wondered if there was another reason for all this secrecy, besides the obvious discomfort of the daiyoukai and his comprehensible humiliation.
Had their roles been reversed, she would have told everything to her friends; but she wasn't a haughty lord after all.
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(100 words)
