Forty-Seven.
Sesshoumaru had always considered himself a patient creature.
He could sit and meditate for hours without feeling restless, he could hunt a prey for weeks, plan a revenge for decades, and hold a grudge for centuries. He was patient.
Since the blasted curse, however, he found himself pathetically fidgety. He knew the reason: in this weaker body, his senses were duller and useless, not as keen and accurate as before. A kappa could not even hope to be as powerful as an inu, much less a daiyoukai, and Sesshoumaru was realizing it quickly.
He closed his eyes, feeling painfully defeated.
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(100 words.)