Forty-One.
They hugged and said their goodbyes, then Kagome walked down the street.
She briskly reached the edge of the village, mentally calculating how much was left of daylight and wondering if Sesshoumaru-sama planned to walk through the night or not.
Walking along the rice fields and inhaling the fresh air of late afternoon, the miko realized that she had quite missed the life on the road that she had led since she was fifteen.
Since coming back to the Feudal Era permanently, a year before, she had lived as an apprentice miko without travelling much further than the nearby village.
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(100 words.)