Unappreciated
All right. A sword can only take so much.
You just had to go and die, didn't you? Now I'm stuck with the unappreciative whelp, your ungrateful offspring, after being stuck in your ribs for who knows how many years.
With this little punk, it's always do this, do that, break the barrier, hit the mangy wolf with your Windscar, yadda, yadda, yadda. The same thing, fight after fight, battle after battle.
And do I ever get the credit?
No.
Lousy little braggart.
You could have left me to Sesshomaru. Now, there was someone who would have appreciated what I was really capable of. I thought, you know, maybe, after the older pup showed him how to use me, he would have figured it out, but nooo.
No offense, Inutaisho, but your younger son is denser than lead.
Oh, well. I could have it worse, I guess.
Tensaiga is even less appreciated than I am.
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A/N – Poor Tetsuseiga. Author has officially gone off deep end.