Chapter 4:
Lord Sesshomaru
A few miles from his home, Lord Sesshomaru halted abruptly and turned on his heel to look up at the sky. There was something amiss. Something was different. But the sun rose like it had every day before. He could hear the farmers in the village walking up and moving onto their fields, as they did every morning. There was no impending weather to sense or dark moon to look to, but still, a shiver like he'd never felt careened through his spin and out his legs—a bolt of electricity striking him and the earth.
His skin pulled tight and Goosebumps ached up. The hairs on his neck and arms leapt up to see the commotion. By any account, nothing was different. And yet—he had never felt the way he did. And it struck him: war. There must have been a great conflict brewing behind the clouds that sat peacefully in the sky. Something to reshape Japan. An epic fight to define his power and mark his days. He would have to be ready.
Turning again, he forged off toward his manor to bury himself in preparation of the rising tide ahead.