The word came from Tsumai.
Everyone looked at the two, Tsumai with a look of mixed surprise, shame, and anger; the fox demon called "Sesshou" wearing an expression of fierce determination, smirking at her.
"Up to no good, Tsumai?" he asked.
"You wish!" She pelted him with rocks, but he warded most of them off with his stick.
Then, Tsumai stiffened. Her body went rigid, and she slumped. Sesshou was chanting, along with Miroku. Their spells hit her at the same time, and she fell. A transparent figure was left in the air.
"Sss…how DARE you! I will NOT be taken down ssso easssily!" A weasel-demon was floating in the air.
"You're right. You'll be DEAD before you're touched!" Inuyasha leapt up to destroy it.
"NO, INUYASHA! THERE'S A-…"
But Miroku's warning came too late. Inuyasha crashed into some sort of force field that reverberated a blue glow when impact hit.
"…OUCH!" Inuyasha's voice was strained and tough, like he was declaring more of a threat than a complaint. He was lying, sprawled on the ground.
"It would be best to let me handle this. I have faced worse nameless demons before. Allow me to finish this needless battle." Sesshou stepped forward and put his fists together and began to chant. He sprinkled a few blades of grass on the dirt, then opened his hand…
"Namelesss?! I am Gonai! The Weasel of the Well of the West!" The thing darted through the air towards him, bellowing curses.
Suddenly, from Sesshou's palm, there came forth a flurry of leaves. They cut into the ghost-demon, and gashed him to pieces. A final scream echoed through the forest as the group looked on at the Shikon Jewel shard falling to earth.