Chapter 5: Rellik the Ninja
It was an ominous day ever since the sun rose. The skies were dark, as the sun fought for position in the sky among the clouds. It started to pour as Rellik sat on his porch as he did every morning to enjoy the beauty of the rising sun. This was a mature ritual for someone as young as he. Just a young teen, he had mastered the art of the sword, owning a fine katana himself.
On this day he would not be enjoying the sun though, so he got up and walked back into the house for breakfast. He would eat, and then start training with his father like he did every day. The training was tough, but he needed it in order to become a better swordsman. And that's all he really wanted in life as of now, to become a better swordsman. A simple life it was, but he enjoyed it to the fullest.
He sipped his tea and finished his bread, and, wiping his mouth with a cloth, stood up from the table and headed for the back door. His father was waiting for him there. He walked into the back to see his father sitting Indian-style on a fancy pillow, meditating. His father heard him come in and opened his eyes.
"Ah, are you ready for today's training? I have prepared obstacles for you and I have also readied a fighting scene in which I will act as a samurai warrior. You will be defending your family." He pointed to a pile of dolls. "Those are your family. If I harm them, you lose the scenario. Simple enough?"
Rellik nodded and said, "Which one will I be doing first? The obstacles or the scenario?"
His father was always a thorough man, he always got the job done. I am expecting these to be tough, Rellik thought, holding the hilt of his sword. "The obstacles can come first, I want to see your style," his father replied with a smirk.
"Fine by me," Rellik returned the smile.
"I'll be in the back preparing your course. I'll be a few minutes." His father was very wise, and was a good person at heart. Recently, a government has been established in our area, our village was unlucky enough to hold the Central Edifice, the huge tower where the dictator resides. They are a cruel people and are smothered in their luxuries, not a care in the world for the citizens they govern. Heavy taxes are placed on us, and we must follow ridiculous laws.
My father and a small group of men are the only brave few who dare stand up to the cruel dictator. They have planned a rebellion to take place this evening. My father will lead 78 men into the tower to take down the dictator. For all of our sakes, I hope he and his men succeed.
Rellik's father yelled from the back. "Alright son, the obstacles have been set and-" Rellik gasped as he heard his father choke on those last words. He stopped suddenly. 'What was wrong?! The next thing I heard was the thump of a body hitting the floor, then the click of a sword being placed back in its sheath. I started sweating profusely and breathing heavily. I saw the shadow of a figure behind the curtain that made our door, and then…my father stepped through the door.' Rellik let out a heavy, but nervous sigh.
"What just happened back there?!?"
"I was testing a dummy to see how sturdy it was," he replied, with no expression on his face.
"Then what was that thump? Please, tell me what is going on here!"
"Rellik! Don't be so worrisome!" he was yelling now. "I chopped the dummy in half and it fell to the ground. Get a hold of yourself!"
"Alright.." Rellik said, still worried. "Then let's do the obstacle course, then?"
"No! We're not doing the course today. Don't go back there. Let's just have our little one on one training for today."
"Aren't you going to set up the dummies?"
"What? What dummies?" He looked at the pile behind me and said, "Oh, those. No, no, we'll just have a fight." 'Something was wrong. I could feel it.'
"Ok, dad, let's see what you got." He charged at the confident Rellik full speed, swinging his sword crazily, but Rellik easily blocked each one. Rellik then went for his own swing, and went for his torso. He cut open his father's shirt, but his father backed up enough that Rellik's swing didn't cut his skin. He then ducked down and extended his leg. He spun around on the floor and tried to trip Rellik, but he jumped, and went to swing down at him.
At the last moment, he put his sword up and blocked, pushing Rellik away. He was stumbling backwards and then tripped over the dummies. 'No!' Rellik fell on his back, and his sword went sliding across the room. His father was running over to him with his sword extended, ready to deliver a blow. He quickly recollected himself and ran to the sword. Rellik quickly picked it up and turned around to face his father. But it was too late. His father hit him in the head with the hilt, and he fell to the floor. The last thing he saw was his father putting the sword back in its sheath, and then his father bending down to pick him up. After that, everything went black.
. . .
"A…robot?" Inuyasha said, scratching his head.
"It's technology that not even my time has fully developed yet. How could a robot possibly be here?" Kagome explained to the confused group as they stood, scratching their heads.
"Inuyasha, where is the man in the robe? Was he not with this…robot?"
"He was, but he jumped off the side of the cliff here." Inuyasha looked down to see a small village. The community was composed of tiny huts arranged next to each other to make a long, straight line of homes. It was the same on the other side of the road. The road in between the alignment of houses stretched longer than where the houses stopped, and went all the way to the front steps of a giant tower.
"He…jumped off?" Sango said, surprised.
"How could he possibly survive a fall like this? Even if he landed in the brush below, he still would've been crushed!" Miroku examined.
"Well, we don't know if he survived…but, he seemed so confident as he jumped off and sicked his crazy robot on me." Inuyasha said. "He wasn't a man expecting to die, yet he planned on jumping off the cliff…it's so strange."
"Let's go investigate this village, guys," Miroku suggested, and the group headed back into the forest to get to the mysterious village.
. . .
Rellik gasped and woke up in a cold sweat. "Where the hell am I?"
He looked around and noticed that he was in a dark, stone room, the only light penetrating from a small window above. But, even that was lined with bars, so there was barely any light. He was laying in a small cot hanging from the wall, but it provided little comfort.
He patted his hand down near his waist and let out a heavy sigh of relief when he felt his precious sword resting in its sheath. Getting up from his cot, he walked around the room to examine some more.
"Agh," he screeched as he stubbed his toe on a hard object on the floor. Wondering what object caused him this pain, he unsuspectingly reached down at the thing on the floor and brought his hand back up with a dark liquid dripping off of his hand. After inspecting the liquid in the dim light, he gasped as he realized what it was. Then, he dragged the object into the light to, unfortunately, see that his hunch was correct.
It was a dead body. The face was a total expression of shock, the armored man's mouth agape and eyes wide in fear. Blood was caked onto his cheek and chin after coming from his mouth when he was killed. He had a gash in his neck that looked like it was caused by a knife. His fist was clenched, and it looked like it concealed something. Rellik bent down and forced the fingers open to reveal a small charm. What could it mean?
The charm was indeed small, and it had a message etched into the middle. 'Un giorno, la luce luciderà su persino le profondità più scure di anima della
malvagità.' Rellik could not understand the message, but he put the charm into his satchel for safe-keeping.
"Now, I have to get out of here…" he looked around for any exit there possibly was and noticed light coming from the opposite side of the room. He ran to the light, only to uncover a giant steel door. "DAMN!" he yelled out of frustration, soon regretting it as two guards called to each other.
"What the hell was that?" one asked.
"The prisoner! Go see what's up." The other guard ordered the first, obviously his superior. The guard ran to the steel door, and pulled out a knife.
"What's going on in there, boy? You got a problem?" he said. Rellik smirked. 'What a jackass.' This should be easy. He hid behind the door and pulled out his little bottle of ether and a small cloth that he kept in his satchel. He took in a deep breath as the man opened the giant steel door, and began walking towards the cot. Rellik quickly poured some ether onto the cloth and snuck up behind the crude guard, and shoved the cloth under his nose until he passed out and fell to the floor.
"Hey, what's the boy up to?" the superior guard yelled inside the room, expecting an answer from the unconscious man. Getting no response, the man panicked and walked into the room. He gasped when he saw the limp body of his friend in the dim light of the window. He looked around for Rellik, but before he could find him, he was met by a shirukan in the neck.
Rellik ran to the door and jumped over the dead body into a corridor. It was a fancy hall, lined with a thick red carpet and a marble wall decorated with torches for light and portraits of former great rulers of Japan. Rellik looked around and noticed a shadow on the wall about to turn the corner and notice Rellik. That was the last thing he wanted, was to have a guard notice him and call up fifty more goons.
Thinking fast, he quickly rolled under a table lined against the wall. The table had a vase and flowers on top of it, so Rellik was extremely careful when going under it, despite the lack of time he had to get situated under there.
The guard then turned the corner and began walking down the corridor, obviously not looking down at the table, as he sees it everyday. He wouldn't expect anything to be down there but the vase full of flowers. 'Unlucky for him,' Rellik thought, as he pulled a small dagger from one of his boots.
The man walked by nonchalantly, whistling. But the whistling soon turned to a scream as Rellik sliced the guard's Achilles tendon with the dagger. Rellik rolled out from under the table and grabbed the man by his shirt, interrogating him.
"Where am I?!? And why are you guards here? What the hell is going on?"
"Please, don't hurt me. You're in the Central Edifice, and we're the dictator's personal guards."
"The…Central Edifice! I'm near home. But I've got some unfinished business with your leader." He replaced the bloody dagger into his boot and looked up at the ceiling. 'The dictator is supposed to be in the throne room at the top floor. I have to get there without anyone calling attention to the dictator.' Rellik turned the corner and then heard some voices in the hall where he had just been. They were screaming for medical attention to the man with the cut Achilles tendon.
'No, he'll tell them I'm here.' Rellik jumped back into the hall where he had just been, and held a few shirukans, two in each hand. There were four people looking at the man, and two running to the end of the hall running for help. Rellik took two shirukans and swiftly threw them down the hall, hitting one man in the back of the neck, and the other in the back of the head.
This drew attention to the four tending to the wounded man. The unsheathed their swords, ready to fight. Rellik threw his last two shirukans, but the blocked the stars with their swords, and charged at him. Quickly, Rellik took out his katana, and ducked under one man's swing, then backing up to the wall, dodging another's. He swung his katana at the first attacker, slicing his chest. The other two went for to 'poke' Rellik with the swords, trying to put the swords through him and into the wall behind, but Rellik ducked, and in one clean swing, took off four feet, both from each man. They fell to the ground, their stumps spitting out blood everywhere.
The last man was obviously scared, but he tried to hit Rellik in the neck. The ninja easily blocked and punched the man in the stomach. He then showed the man how to take someone's neck off with his own swing. Finally, he looked at the bleeding man that had called attention to everyone in the first place. The man had his eyes wide open, blood covering his pants. The man was breathing heavily, but was silenced when Rellik's sword pierced his lung.
"Now that that's taken care of, I have to find a way to get up to the top floor." Rellik said, looking out a window in the corridor. 'I seem pretty high already,' he thought, looking at his house. 'From up here, it looks like a square cooking pot.' He continued down the hall, watching his back for any more 'elite guards'. When he reached a pair of stairs, he sighed heavily and said, "Well, here goes nothing," and charged up the stairs.
. . .
Inuyasha and his friends were quickly running down the hill to reach the village. When they arrived, they saw no citizens outside or inside. Every window was closed and every door seemed locked.
"I thought I couldn't see anyone because I was so high up," Inuyasha said, still looking for any sign of life. "Let's go inside a house just to make sure if anyone is here." Kagome agreed and walked up to the nearest house, politely knocking on the door.
"Hellooooo! Is anyone in there?" she said, waiting for an answer. After receiving no response, Kagome backed up and started to walk away. Suddenly she heard a loud crack and quickly turned around, only to see Inuyasha's foot through the door.
"Inuyasha! That's someone's private residence!"
"Yes, I've noticed," he replied back, smirking as he curtly stomped into the house.
Kagome, Miroku, Sango, and Shippo heavily sighed at his crudeness, but followed him in. When they walked in, Inuyasha was staring at something. Kagome gasped when she turned to his gaze, as she saw a woman stuffed head first into a boiling pot of her own dinner. She was dead.
"Who would do such a thing," Sango yelled, taken back by the sickening smell of soup and burning human flesh. Miroku put his hand on Sango's shoulder to comfort her, and walked her into the back room, where Inuyasha had already gone to investigate.
The room was filled with an aroma coming from scented sticks being burned. There were two in a fancy pot on each side of an elegant pillow. It looked like a good place to meditate. Looking around some more, the group noticed a pile of straw dummies in the corner of the room.
"Nobody else here," Kagome said, looking at a door at the end of the meditation room. "Let's check there." The group walked through the curtain that was draped from the ceiling to the floor, making the door. They noticed that there were more dummies, but these were propped up on stakes. There were more objects, like rope and wooden planks arranged to make different steps. It looked like an obstacle course.
They began to make their way deeper into the yard, until Shippo tripped and knocked into Kagome. She turned around and gasped, picking up Shippo and shielding his eyes. "Inuyasha," she whispered. "Look."
"I see…" he said pointing to a blood-soaked body laying a few meters from the head that Kagome and Shippo uncovered. "Something's wrong, and I have a hunch that the tower is the cause of it."
"Then let's go as soon as possible. I don't want to see any more murders." Miroku said, blessing the body.
Sango agreed and followed Miroku back into the house. Inuyasha, Kagome, and Shippo quickly followed, going out the front door that Inuyasha kicked down. They were now on the main road, which was actually the only road in town. They turned their sights to the giant tower, and started down the long road to the source of the evil they had witnessed, hoping to find some answers.
It was an ominous day ever since the sun rose. The skies were dark, as the sun fought for position in the sky among the clouds. It started to pour as Rellik sat on his porch as he did every morning to enjoy the beauty of the rising sun. This was a mature ritual for someone as young as he. Just a young teen, he had mastered the art of the sword, owning a fine katana himself.
On this day he would not be enjoying the sun though, so he got up and walked back into the house for breakfast. He would eat, and then start training with his father like he did every day. The training was tough, but he needed it in order to become a better swordsman. And that's all he really wanted in life as of now, to become a better swordsman. A simple life it was, but he enjoyed it to the fullest.
He sipped his tea and finished his bread, and, wiping his mouth with a cloth, stood up from the table and headed for the back door. His father was waiting for him there. He walked into the back to see his father sitting Indian-style on a fancy pillow, meditating. His father heard him come in and opened his eyes.
"Ah, are you ready for today's training? I have prepared obstacles for you and I have also readied a fighting scene in which I will act as a samurai warrior. You will be defending your family." He pointed to a pile of dolls. "Those are your family. If I harm them, you lose the scenario. Simple enough?"
Rellik nodded and said, "Which one will I be doing first? The obstacles or the scenario?"
His father was always a thorough man, he always got the job done. I am expecting these to be tough, Rellik thought, holding the hilt of his sword. "The obstacles can come first, I want to see your style," his father replied with a smirk.
"Fine by me," Rellik returned the smile.
"I'll be in the back preparing your course. I'll be a few minutes." His father was very wise, and was a good person at heart. Recently, a government has been established in our area, our village was unlucky enough to hold the Central Edifice, the huge tower where the dictator resides. They are a cruel people and are smothered in their luxuries, not a care in the world for the citizens they govern. Heavy taxes are placed on us, and we must follow ridiculous laws.
My father and a small group of men are the only brave few who dare stand up to the cruel dictator. They have planned a rebellion to take place this evening. My father will lead 78 men into the tower to take down the dictator. For all of our sakes, I hope he and his men succeed.
Rellik's father yelled from the back. "Alright son, the obstacles have been set and-" Rellik gasped as he heard his father choke on those last words. He stopped suddenly. 'What was wrong?! The next thing I heard was the thump of a body hitting the floor, then the click of a sword being placed back in its sheath. I started sweating profusely and breathing heavily. I saw the shadow of a figure behind the curtain that made our door, and then…my father stepped through the door.' Rellik let out a heavy, but nervous sigh.
"What just happened back there?!?"
"I was testing a dummy to see how sturdy it was," he replied, with no expression on his face.
"Then what was that thump? Please, tell me what is going on here!"
"Rellik! Don't be so worrisome!" he was yelling now. "I chopped the dummy in half and it fell to the ground. Get a hold of yourself!"
"Alright.." Rellik said, still worried. "Then let's do the obstacle course, then?"
"No! We're not doing the course today. Don't go back there. Let's just have our little one on one training for today."
"Aren't you going to set up the dummies?"
"What? What dummies?" He looked at the pile behind me and said, "Oh, those. No, no, we'll just have a fight." 'Something was wrong. I could feel it.'
"Ok, dad, let's see what you got." He charged at the confident Rellik full speed, swinging his sword crazily, but Rellik easily blocked each one. Rellik then went for his own swing, and went for his torso. He cut open his father's shirt, but his father backed up enough that Rellik's swing didn't cut his skin. He then ducked down and extended his leg. He spun around on the floor and tried to trip Rellik, but he jumped, and went to swing down at him.
At the last moment, he put his sword up and blocked, pushing Rellik away. He was stumbling backwards and then tripped over the dummies. 'No!' Rellik fell on his back, and his sword went sliding across the room. His father was running over to him with his sword extended, ready to deliver a blow. He quickly recollected himself and ran to the sword. Rellik quickly picked it up and turned around to face his father. But it was too late. His father hit him in the head with the hilt, and he fell to the floor. The last thing he saw was his father putting the sword back in its sheath, and then his father bending down to pick him up. After that, everything went black.
. . .
"A…robot?" Inuyasha said, scratching his head.
"It's technology that not even my time has fully developed yet. How could a robot possibly be here?" Kagome explained to the confused group as they stood, scratching their heads.
"Inuyasha, where is the man in the robe? Was he not with this…robot?"
"He was, but he jumped off the side of the cliff here." Inuyasha looked down to see a small village. The community was composed of tiny huts arranged next to each other to make a long, straight line of homes. It was the same on the other side of the road. The road in between the alignment of houses stretched longer than where the houses stopped, and went all the way to the front steps of a giant tower.
"He…jumped off?" Sango said, surprised.
"How could he possibly survive a fall like this? Even if he landed in the brush below, he still would've been crushed!" Miroku examined.
"Well, we don't know if he survived…but, he seemed so confident as he jumped off and sicked his crazy robot on me." Inuyasha said. "He wasn't a man expecting to die, yet he planned on jumping off the cliff…it's so strange."
"Let's go investigate this village, guys," Miroku suggested, and the group headed back into the forest to get to the mysterious village.
. . .
Rellik gasped and woke up in a cold sweat. "Where the hell am I?"
He looked around and noticed that he was in a dark, stone room, the only light penetrating from a small window above. But, even that was lined with bars, so there was barely any light. He was laying in a small cot hanging from the wall, but it provided little comfort.
He patted his hand down near his waist and let out a heavy sigh of relief when he felt his precious sword resting in its sheath. Getting up from his cot, he walked around the room to examine some more.
"Agh," he screeched as he stubbed his toe on a hard object on the floor. Wondering what object caused him this pain, he unsuspectingly reached down at the thing on the floor and brought his hand back up with a dark liquid dripping off of his hand. After inspecting the liquid in the dim light, he gasped as he realized what it was. Then, he dragged the object into the light to, unfortunately, see that his hunch was correct.
It was a dead body. The face was a total expression of shock, the armored man's mouth agape and eyes wide in fear. Blood was caked onto his cheek and chin after coming from his mouth when he was killed. He had a gash in his neck that looked like it was caused by a knife. His fist was clenched, and it looked like it concealed something. Rellik bent down and forced the fingers open to reveal a small charm. What could it mean?
The charm was indeed small, and it had a message etched into the middle. 'Un giorno, la luce luciderà su persino le profondità più scure di anima della
malvagità.' Rellik could not understand the message, but he put the charm into his satchel for safe-keeping.
"Now, I have to get out of here…" he looked around for any exit there possibly was and noticed light coming from the opposite side of the room. He ran to the light, only to uncover a giant steel door. "DAMN!" he yelled out of frustration, soon regretting it as two guards called to each other.
"What the hell was that?" one asked.
"The prisoner! Go see what's up." The other guard ordered the first, obviously his superior. The guard ran to the steel door, and pulled out a knife.
"What's going on in there, boy? You got a problem?" he said. Rellik smirked. 'What a jackass.' This should be easy. He hid behind the door and pulled out his little bottle of ether and a small cloth that he kept in his satchel. He took in a deep breath as the man opened the giant steel door, and began walking towards the cot. Rellik quickly poured some ether onto the cloth and snuck up behind the crude guard, and shoved the cloth under his nose until he passed out and fell to the floor.
"Hey, what's the boy up to?" the superior guard yelled inside the room, expecting an answer from the unconscious man. Getting no response, the man panicked and walked into the room. He gasped when he saw the limp body of his friend in the dim light of the window. He looked around for Rellik, but before he could find him, he was met by a shirukan in the neck.
Rellik ran to the door and jumped over the dead body into a corridor. It was a fancy hall, lined with a thick red carpet and a marble wall decorated with torches for light and portraits of former great rulers of Japan. Rellik looked around and noticed a shadow on the wall about to turn the corner and notice Rellik. That was the last thing he wanted, was to have a guard notice him and call up fifty more goons.
Thinking fast, he quickly rolled under a table lined against the wall. The table had a vase and flowers on top of it, so Rellik was extremely careful when going under it, despite the lack of time he had to get situated under there.
The guard then turned the corner and began walking down the corridor, obviously not looking down at the table, as he sees it everyday. He wouldn't expect anything to be down there but the vase full of flowers. 'Unlucky for him,' Rellik thought, as he pulled a small dagger from one of his boots.
The man walked by nonchalantly, whistling. But the whistling soon turned to a scream as Rellik sliced the guard's Achilles tendon with the dagger. Rellik rolled out from under the table and grabbed the man by his shirt, interrogating him.
"Where am I?!? And why are you guards here? What the hell is going on?"
"Please, don't hurt me. You're in the Central Edifice, and we're the dictator's personal guards."
"The…Central Edifice! I'm near home. But I've got some unfinished business with your leader." He replaced the bloody dagger into his boot and looked up at the ceiling. 'The dictator is supposed to be in the throne room at the top floor. I have to get there without anyone calling attention to the dictator.' Rellik turned the corner and then heard some voices in the hall where he had just been. They were screaming for medical attention to the man with the cut Achilles tendon.
'No, he'll tell them I'm here.' Rellik jumped back into the hall where he had just been, and held a few shirukans, two in each hand. There were four people looking at the man, and two running to the end of the hall running for help. Rellik took two shirukans and swiftly threw them down the hall, hitting one man in the back of the neck, and the other in the back of the head.
This drew attention to the four tending to the wounded man. The unsheathed their swords, ready to fight. Rellik threw his last two shirukans, but the blocked the stars with their swords, and charged at him. Quickly, Rellik took out his katana, and ducked under one man's swing, then backing up to the wall, dodging another's. He swung his katana at the first attacker, slicing his chest. The other two went for to 'poke' Rellik with the swords, trying to put the swords through him and into the wall behind, but Rellik ducked, and in one clean swing, took off four feet, both from each man. They fell to the ground, their stumps spitting out blood everywhere.
The last man was obviously scared, but he tried to hit Rellik in the neck. The ninja easily blocked and punched the man in the stomach. He then showed the man how to take someone's neck off with his own swing. Finally, he looked at the bleeding man that had called attention to everyone in the first place. The man had his eyes wide open, blood covering his pants. The man was breathing heavily, but was silenced when Rellik's sword pierced his lung.
"Now that that's taken care of, I have to find a way to get up to the top floor." Rellik said, looking out a window in the corridor. 'I seem pretty high already,' he thought, looking at his house. 'From up here, it looks like a square cooking pot.' He continued down the hall, watching his back for any more 'elite guards'. When he reached a pair of stairs, he sighed heavily and said, "Well, here goes nothing," and charged up the stairs.
. . .
Inuyasha and his friends were quickly running down the hill to reach the village. When they arrived, they saw no citizens outside or inside. Every window was closed and every door seemed locked.
"I thought I couldn't see anyone because I was so high up," Inuyasha said, still looking for any sign of life. "Let's go inside a house just to make sure if anyone is here." Kagome agreed and walked up to the nearest house, politely knocking on the door.
"Hellooooo! Is anyone in there?" she said, waiting for an answer. After receiving no response, Kagome backed up and started to walk away. Suddenly she heard a loud crack and quickly turned around, only to see Inuyasha's foot through the door.
"Inuyasha! That's someone's private residence!"
"Yes, I've noticed," he replied back, smirking as he curtly stomped into the house.
Kagome, Miroku, Sango, and Shippo heavily sighed at his crudeness, but followed him in. When they walked in, Inuyasha was staring at something. Kagome gasped when she turned to his gaze, as she saw a woman stuffed head first into a boiling pot of her own dinner. She was dead.
"Who would do such a thing," Sango yelled, taken back by the sickening smell of soup and burning human flesh. Miroku put his hand on Sango's shoulder to comfort her, and walked her into the back room, where Inuyasha had already gone to investigate.
The room was filled with an aroma coming from scented sticks being burned. There were two in a fancy pot on each side of an elegant pillow. It looked like a good place to meditate. Looking around some more, the group noticed a pile of straw dummies in the corner of the room.
"Nobody else here," Kagome said, looking at a door at the end of the meditation room. "Let's check there." The group walked through the curtain that was draped from the ceiling to the floor, making the door. They noticed that there were more dummies, but these were propped up on stakes. There were more objects, like rope and wooden planks arranged to make different steps. It looked like an obstacle course.
They began to make their way deeper into the yard, until Shippo tripped and knocked into Kagome. She turned around and gasped, picking up Shippo and shielding his eyes. "Inuyasha," she whispered. "Look."
"I see…" he said pointing to a blood-soaked body laying a few meters from the head that Kagome and Shippo uncovered. "Something's wrong, and I have a hunch that the tower is the cause of it."
"Then let's go as soon as possible. I don't want to see any more murders." Miroku said, blessing the body.
Sango agreed and followed Miroku back into the house. Inuyasha, Kagome, and Shippo quickly followed, going out the front door that Inuyasha kicked down. They were now on the main road, which was actually the only road in town. They turned their sights to the giant tower, and started down the long road to the source of the evil they had witnessed, hoping to find some answers.
