Fifty.
The former daiyoukai frowned, perplexed – was that a sense of… guilt?
Anyway, that wasn't a matter of should or should not. The miko was honor bound to help him.
Hadn't he kept her village safe? Hadn't he sided with her during the battle against Naraku – saved her very life in more than one occasion?
Slowly nodding to himself, Sesshoumaru found his request more than rightful: he would simply have to protect her one more time, if the situation at his shiro were to worsen.
Of course, in his current appearance… his pledge might not hold the same weight as before.
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(100 words.)