First Hero
Sesshomaru stared at the colossal construct of bones he once called Father. He remembered the great beast they animated, how powerful and how feared the Dog General had been.
Though it wasn't necessarily memories of his father's strength that made Sesshomaru want to shove forlorn back into the depths of his mind; it was the recalled images of how his father always returned for him after battle, unconditionally offered advice, didn't give a second thought to protecting him, and gently nudged Sesshomaru down his own path.
Fidel, wise, selfless, compassionate – that was Sesshomaru's first hero.
He pivoted on heel to leave.
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Somewhere on Musashi's plains, Rin sighed at a passing cloud. Her father had lost his head to a highwayman when she was barely walking, then within a couple years after came the bandits and…she rolled over in the grass.
No sooner had the nightmares begun to seep, a comet streaked over head.
As the light took a nobleman's shape, Rin's smile returned.
To her, this being who chased away every sort of demon was her first hero.