A fool.
It was a disturbing thought, that this Sesshoumaru might be the son of a fool. He thought back to day, so long ago, when the Inu no Taisho had first come to him with his human wench. Her belly was already swollen with child. His father's eyes had shone with pride. Pride. What did the sire of a hanyou know of pride?
Decades had passed, and now that hanyou, the one Father's human had born, indulged the same foolishness. Allying himself with humans. Exterminators and monks. His little miko wench.
Golden eyes narrowed with disdain. This Sesshoumaru would not repeat the mistakes of a fool.
"Sesshoumaru-sama!" drawn from thought, he focused on the child as she ran across the field clutching a fistful of flowers. His stride slowed, allowing her to run to his side.
This Sesshoumaru's Father was a fool. An honorable fool.