Seventy-Two.

The darkness was slowly tinging the sky. Farmers were leaving the fields, mothers started gathering their children from the streets, the cattle were being steered to the stables; a few lanterns began to appear at the crossroads, chasing away the shadows.

The lonely barking of a stray dog, the low bellowing of cows – all indicated that another day had come to its end.

Then, in the quiet stillness of the evening, a screech echoed from somewhere in the village, forcing terrified birds to flee from their nests, chirping indignantly.

"What d'ya mean, Kagome left to stay with the bastard?!"

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(100 words.)