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Fifty-One.
As soon as he felt the first prickle of her aura caress his skin, Sesshoumaru stood up.
Better not indulge in unfavorable thoughts, for now.
After a few more minutes, the miko appeared from behind the trees – steps determined, back upright, a beaming smile upon her face. She was armed, he noted, and well-equipped for the journey.
When she saw him, she hastened the pace.
"Sorry for making you wait, Sesshoumaru-sama," she began breathless, bowing slightly. "I'm ready when you are."
He watched her for a moment, then he brusquely turned around. "Come."
They had a long way to go.
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(100 words.)