Warnings and disclaimers in Chapter 1.

Yes, I know I had a lot of grammar mistakes. I'm Sorry! You can deal with it, I'm sure.

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The Sword of Shinjitsu – Chapter 3: The Mysterious Sword

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Sesshomaru walked down the path near the river, reveling in the beautiful sight. The river was so wide and the tides were flowing rapidly, despite the little children playing and the mothers washing clothes.

Sesshomaru rested under the shade of a tree, and took a look at his sword.

Beautiful... Did Hitori make this himself or is it something... different?

Sesshomaru closed his eyes and enjoyed to cool breeze.

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When Sesshomaru woke up, he found himself under the same tree. The cool breeze was present as well as the people down at the river.

Sesshomaru noticed something different about this place. Something more peaceful. The people didn't even notice that he was there. They didn't care that he was a demon or newcomer. But it was quite obvious that he was one. Something in him sparked as he soaked in the sanctity of the place. He felt as if he wanted to stay here, but ignored it as he looked around.

Why is this place so... peaceful?

Sesshomaru rose and walked around until he decided to take another look at his sword. He unsheathed it and reveled in its shininess. Even the sword looked peaceful. He placed the scabbard in his sash, and started to slice at random things hoping no one else would notice. The sword was so light and it was so easy to carry. Sesshomaru began to wonder if it was just a normal sword that average humans used. But Hitori wouldn't do that would he. Maybe Sesshomaru wasn't specific enough.

Damn...!

What if it was? He didn't sense any power surging through it. It was just normal. Damn. It probably was a normal sword. He would probably have to go to back to Hitori and ask for a new one. Was there even a history to the sword? Hitori had said so. If there was, he might as well give it another chance.

Sesshomaru walked to the outskirts of the village to a place with many trees. He gripped the sword tight, and sliced the tree as fast as he could. When he was finished, he looked at the sword. No damage done. Then he turned to the tree. It had fallen over and when he looked at the stump, there was clean cut. At least the sword was sharp and could "follow" his movements, as fast as he was. But the only thing he really liked about it was how it looked. He had never cared about the look of swords before, but this one was amazing!

He cut another tree again astonished at how a simple sword could be so strong! He pondered a bit and played around with it once more.

I wonder...

He placed the sword on the ground and tapped it with his nails, stepped on it, and lastly punched it. The sword was just the way it was. It couldn't have been a normal sword.

Sesshomaru turned around to hear a woman scream. He ran to the river where he was previously, and saw a group of drunken samurai laughing at a middle-aged woman who was previously washing some clothes. Some also had some of the children in their grasp. Sesshomaru noticed that the peace that had previously inhabited the place had fled. At that, Sesshomaru's anger heightened, and the humans could hear a low growl emanating from him.

One of the samurai turned around and said, "Ai, I see we have hiccup a visitor..." He laughed. Obviously the samurai was wasted. Sesshomaru doubted that the others were sober. "Let's give our guest something special," the samurai said. The others raised their weapons and charged at Sesshomaru.

"Is that how you treat your guest?" Sesshomaru said sarcastically.

Here is an opportunity to try out this new sword.

He went into position with the sword, and waited for the samurai to reach him. They were taking rather long, but once they reached him, he slashed at them easily, and they all fell to the ground. He bent down to inspect the cut, and to his surprise it looked like they were just unconscious. The cut was so hard to see!

The samurai who had talked before was surprised as he shouted, "Hey! You guys! Get up!" When the corpses did not obey, he got angry and stormed over to the bodies. Sesshomaru watched in amusement as the samurai shouted at the corpses. Then the samurai kicked one of them and half of the body just rolled off into the river. The samurai screamed in terror, and then turned around.

"Why you!" screamed the naïve samurai.

Sesshomaru was just about to prepare to slice the man in half when something happened. The sword started to glow a white color with a tint of blue and purple. The samurai stopped, but just got angrier when he saw Sesshomaru's eyebrow quirk. Sesshomaru slashed at the man with the glowing sword. And in seconds the man was dead. But Sesshomaru stood there stunned, staring at the sword; the sword that he had not guided, but guided he. It was the sword that had slashed at the man, not Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru had just held it.

Did the sword just kill the man itself? Was it not I who had slashed at the man. No. It wasn't I. It was the sword. Curious...

Could the sword control itself? Did Sesshomaru have to master it?

Sesshomaru walked away in the direction of the village. He would have to ask Hitori about this. But then he stopped. It was already quite dark. He walked back, and hopped in a tree to be once again be amidst the serenity of the area.

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Sesshomaru awoke to the sound of running water, birds chirping, and children laughing.

I probably will never get tired of this place...

He got up and washed his face in the cold river. He stretched and wandered around into the village. This time he noticed the villagers didn't look at him or give him strange glances, but acted as if he were normal. He shrugged it off, and headed to ward's the outskirts of the village where he knew a certain swordsmith was waiting for him.

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Hitori placed the poker in the fire, and took out the long sword that was now glowing orange from the heat. He picked up a tool and began to hit the sword like a hammer. After he had done this many times, shaping the sword into a curve, he set it into the water, letting the steam surround him. He wiped some sweat of his face, and turned to get some water. At that, a shadow fell over his doorway.

"Welcome Sesshomaru," Hitori said.

"Hello. Looks like you are quite busy..." Sesshomaru said.

"No, not at all. I was expecting you. I didn't think you would come so soon though."

"I was going to come yesterday, but at the time it was evening so I waited," said Sesshomaru.

"Was something wrong? Did you not have an experience with the sword? Or did..." Hitori's voice trailed off.

Sesshomaru was about to say something when Hitori cut him off and said, "Now, let's sit down and discuss this properly."

"Of course."

Hitori led him into another room, which was quite small, but Sesshomaru knew this was a workshop, not a teahouse. There was a small low table, and mats. Hitori gestured for Sesshomaru to sit, while he placed a small glass with water for both of them. Sesshomaru accepted it graciously, and Hitori sat down opposite of him.

"Now how did it go?" questioned Hitori.

"At first, it did nothing, but act like a normal sword..." Hitori listened as Sesshomaru explained how he had cut the trees and had been pleased with the sword. About how the sword didn't do anything but cut really well when he killed the drunken samurai. And lastly about how the sword glowed and guided himself on the attack for the last samurai.

At the end Hitori thought for a moment and said, "I see... So... do you like the sword... or not?"

Sesshomaru contemplated the thought and began, "I am so far pleased, but the sword is quite curious. And if I do not know how to wield it then..." Sesshomaru's voice trailed off.

"Let me tell you of the sword now. If you would like to..."

"Of course." Sesshomaru wanted to know more about this mysterious sword.

Hitori began his story.

"You see, strange as it may seem. The sword at your hip is my first sword. The first sword I ever made. I think it was about... uh... seven hundred and sixty years ago. Something like that. I had given to one of my good friends as a gift. I knew she would keep it safe and put it to good use. I was very proud of that sword, and I still am. Over the years, I had made her other swords. Some of them had different colored tassels. Some of the scabbards had different designs. Sometimes the swords had some design on it. Every time it was different. But she had always favored the one with the white tassel, my first one. She took it with her all the time, whenever she had to fight, or kill someone. She favored two others, too. One had a blue tassel, and a pure black scabbard. The other had a red design on the scabbard and a red tassel. But anyways, the white tassel sword was her favorite. It was very powerful, especially since she spent so much time with it. It killed many creatures of all kinds. The sword took many lives of many malevolent creatures. She was already widely known throughout heaven and maybe some other places, so her sword was likely to become known too, as it did. So, you see, it is very powerful. You just need to learn how to use it. I think it can sense your potential, because it already reacted. The glowing was just a start."

Sesshomaru was amazed that the sword was so old, and powerful. And it was in his possession! The information was just starting to sink in, as he took a glance at the sword.

"Was she a de... was she a hu...?" Sesshomaru began, but stopped when realizing the ignorance in his question.

Hitori laughed as he said, "Neither. She was an angel."

There was a small silence.

"Why don't you unsheathe it?" Hitori said.

Sesshomaru did and placed it on the table.

Hitori pointed to the bird and the script as he said, "The bird is my symbol. That is how you can tell that I made it. The writing under says my name, but in another language." He turned it over and pointed to the wolf and the script under it as he said, "The wolf is her symbol, and under it is her name in the same language. That is how you know it is her sword. I carved it in for her."

"Then it cannot be my sword if it hers."

"It is your sword now. I am giving it to you," Hitori said.

"But how can I wield it if it is hers? She is the sole owner isn't she?" Sesshomaru questioned.

Hitori sighed a deep heavy sigh and said, "I have this sword now. It was entrusted to me along with the others, because she... she died... about four years ago. I didn't think I would ever give it to anyone, but when you came... I thought that you could have done a good job with it as she had done before."

There was a pause and then Sesshomaru said, "How did she die?"

Hitori lowered his eyes and said, "My apologies, but that is something I wish not to discuss."

Sesshomaru hesitated before saying, "What was her name?"

"Sora."

Before he knew it, Sesshomaru was outside Hitori's workshop with the word on his lips.

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Author's Notes:

I know Sesshomaru sometimes refers to himself in third person for example "This Sesshomaru" and instead of saying "I." I don't usually write like that so I will probably ignore that due to the fact that I will probably forget about it. But I don't want people to get mad. I don't think it will change Sesshomaru's personality. Anyways that was just for your information.

That was a boring chapter... the next one is better. I promise.

Sora: means sky in Japanese