They tried a variety of things, much to his chagrin, but nothing seemed to catch his interest. Even Shippou had gotten involved, trying his hardest to impress the western lord.
The kit flourished under Sesshoumaru's watchful eye, his youthful face pinched with fierce concentration during their sparring lessons.
But it was times like these, when the three of them were situated in the library, Shippou pouring over scrolls of folklore and the history of the Inu no Taisho, that Kagome enjoyed the most.
And she had a sneaking suspicion Sesshomaru did as well.
"Why don't you have armour like that?" The boy asked.
"I am not a warlord," he answered simply, and Kagome smiled, forever grateful he spoke the truth.