Weapon
He fingered the huge mace. It was a wonderful weapon, made from a limb that had fallen from the Goshinboku; that tree must have soaked up some magic from having Inuyasha pinned to it for all those years. Clicking his tongue, he turned it over in his callused hands. The smith Toutousai forged great metal spikes that poked out of the mace's wooden skin. It could probably protect her just as well as the dead hanyou's magnificent sword. His green eyes were dull and his heart was no longer brave.
The weapon, no matter how powerful, does not make the man, hanyou, or demon who wields it.
