In the serene halls of the Zenin clan, a profound silence embraced the room as the matriarch, surrounded by the clan elders, cradled the newborn in her arms. A child born into a lineage of sorcerers, destined for greatness by the mere virtue of her lineage. The word spread through the clan like wildfire, echoing with whispers of the dawn of a new era.
They name her, Kagome Zenin.
It wasn't long before the elders and the clan members gathered to witness the unique spectacle that marked Kagome's arrival into the world. As the infant opened her eyes for the first time, a collective gasp swept through the room. Crystal jewel blue, her eyes sparkled with the brilliance of the jewel itself.
The matriarch, cradling Kagome in her arms, exchanged a knowing glance with the elders. A prophecy whispered through the generations had spoken of such eyes – eyes that held the power to transcend the ordinary, eyes that mirrored destiny itself. These eyes, jewel blue, held within them an untold power, a power that might have rivaled the legend of Gojo Satoru, a three years old child that had been destined to be the greatest sorcerer.
"This child," the matriarch proclaimed, her voice carrying the weight of centuries of tradition, "Bears the eyes of fate. The eyes that shall see beyond the veil of time and destiny. Kagome Zenin, our clan is blessed with the birth of a sorceress of unparalleled potential."
The murmurs that followed were filled with awe and reverence. The Zenin clan, known for producing sorcerers of exceptional prowess, stood witness to the emergence of a child destined for greatness. Kagome's crystal eyes, like twin orbs of ethereal sapphire, were regarded as a manifestation of divine favor.
News of Kagome's arrival and the unique brilliance of her crystal jewel eyes spread outside the boundaries of the Zenin estate, echoing across the vast expanse of the sorcerer society. The tale of the child with eyes like precious crystals swiftly traveled to the farthest reaches, stirring waves of excitement and curiosity. The mere mention of Kagome's potential sent shockwaves through the formidable three clans of the sorcerer society, each renowned for its own legacy.
Whispers and hushed conversations reverberated within the high-stakes corridors of the sorcerer community. The news of another star emerging, marked by the extraordinary gaze of a child, ignited discussions about the possibility of a destiny that could rival even the most legendary figures in their history. The idea that Kagome's path might lead to something truly extraordinary sparked both disbelief and awe among those who held sway in the sorcerer world. It was as if a new celestial phenomenon had emerged, casting its glow on the unfolding narrative of sorcerer lore.
As Kagome grew within the protective embrace of the Zenin clan, her eyes remained a source of wonder and speculation. Training sessions were conducted under the careful watch of the elders, each move and gesture scrutinized for signs of the prodigious power foretold in the ancient prophecies.
However, behind the spectacle of Kagome's potential, an innocent soul struggled to comprehend the weight of expectations placed upon her tiny shoulders. The crystal eyes that held the secrets of fate also hinted at a destiny that seemed both awe-inspiring and daunting.
And so, the tale of Kagome Zenin, born with jewel eyes, began its unfolding journey through the history of sorcerers.
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"You're spacing out again Ojou-sama, this is the third time. Is something wrong with the food?" Saiko, Kagome's maid, with shoulder-length black hair and pair of chocolate eyes, placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, and Kagome responded with a jolt, startled out of her reverie. The unexpected touch pulled her back into reality the moment she blinked, making the weight of the world crash down on her.
Kagome's gaze slowly refocused on the elegantly set table before her. The world around her sharpened, and the muffled sounds of the bustling activities outside her room regained their clarity. The ambient chatter between servants, clinking of dishes, and the distant hum of conversation all flooded back in, filling her ears with the symphony of everyday life.
Saiko studied Kagome with concern, her eyes searching for any sign of distress. "Ojou-sama, are you feeling unwell?"
Kagome managed a small smile, reassured by the genuine care in Saiko's eyes. "No, I'm fine, Saiko-san. Just got lost in my thoughts for a moment. And food as always is good too!"
As Kagome continued to eat her delicacies, she was aware that her friend plus servant still threw her concerned glance. Even though she felt guilty to make her friend worry she couldn't help but feel lucky to have Saiko in this lonely confinement.
As Kagome grew older and gained the ability to walk and talk without assistance, the peculiarities in her behavior became more pronounced. The elders, who once marveled at the tremendous power they believed she held, now found themselves perplexed and concerned. It wasn't long before whispers of trepidation and suspicion circulated within the Zenin Clan.
Kagome's erratic behavior became a cause for alarm. Elders observed her trailing off mid-sentence, her gaze distant as if lost in another realm. Sometimes in the middle of walking, she would inexplicably stumble, her steps faltering as if the ground beneath her had shifted or how she always spaced out as if in the trance of something. The more they witnessed these episodes, the more convinced they became that her body was too frail to contain the potent power that lay dormant within her.
Fearing that Kagome might be succumbing to an illness, the elders decided to isolate her from the rest of the clan. The confinement was both a measure of protection for Kagome and a way to shield the Zenin Clan from any potential danger her powers might pose.
Kagome found herself confined in a small hut within the Zenin territory, separated from the lively activities of the clan. The once vibrant and curious child was now confined within the walls, her only company the shadows that danced across the room. Saiko, her loyal maid and friend, became her link to the outside world, bridging the gap between Kagome and the life she once knew.
To Kagome, Saiko wasn't just a maid; she was the lifeline that kept her anchored in reality. In the secluded world of the Zenin estate, where every glance and whisper carried the weight of expectations, Saiko stood as the sole companion who embraced Kagome's eccentricities without judgment.
The parade of maids who came and went treated Kagome like a fragile piece of porcelain, delicately avoiding any engagement beyond their designated duties. Kagome's attempts at conversation were met with polite nods and hasty exits, leaving her with the echoing silence of her own thoughts. Saiko, however, defied this pattern. She met Kagome's gaze, listened to her ramblings, and patiently brought her back when the world threatened to slip away.
Yet, even Saiko's comforting presence couldn't dispel Kagome's frustration. The inexplicable moments of disconnection haunted her like ghostly wipers, fleeting and elusive. Kagome often found herself lost in a mental fog, as if a part of her existence was suspended in a realm beyond her reach.
These spells of dissociation were disconcerting for Kagome. She couldn't recall when they started or what triggered them. It was as if a curtain descended, separating her from the fabric of reality. The disjointed memories of these episodes were like fragments of a dream, slipping through her fingers the moment she tried to grasp them.
During these episodes, Kagome's crystal blue eyes, once a source of awe for the Zenin clan, became distant and unfocused, Saiko, attuned to the subtle shifts in Kagome's demeanor, would gently guide her back to the present, the touch of her hand acting as a grounding force.
"Ojou-sama, you did it again.."
Like she did now.
"Ah!" Kagome's exclamation was a sudden return from the depths of contemplation, her chopsticks frozen mid-air. "Sorry, Saiko-san, my mind won't seem to quiet down."
Saiko regarded Kagome with a mixture of understanding and concern, her eyes reflective of the countless times she had witnessed these mental excursions. She sighed, a gesture of silent acknowledgment, "Are you finished eating, Ojou-sama?"
Kagome's gaze lingered on her half-finished meal, a mosaic of flavors left untouched. A fleeting moment of indecision passed over her features before a resolve settled in. She couldn't bear the thought of wasted food, especially when Saiko had made it with care.
"I finished. Thank you for the food!" announced Kagome with a hint of gratitude once she emptied the last remnants of her meal.
After Kagome's announcement, the dining room underwent a swift transformation. Kagome, guided by a sense of responsibility, joined Saiko in clearing the remnants of the meal. The clatter of dishes being stacked echoed through the room as Kagome meticulously organized the used plates and utensils.
"I can take care of the rest, Ojou-sama." Saiko offered, reaching out to take the plates from Kagome.
Kagome hesitated for a moment, as if caught in a fleeting internal debate. Eventually, she nodded, relinquishing the stacked dishes to Saiko's capable hands.
"Thank you, Saiko-san." Kagome expressed her gratitude, her tone sincere.
"No need to thank me. It is my duty after all." Saiko left the room with the dishes, and a group of maids entered, their purpose clear in the efficiency of their movements. They seamlessly took over the task of cleaning the table, each maid contributing to the synchronized dance of their chores.
In the midst of this routine, Kagome found herself in the care of the maids who had come to assist her. They assisted her in preparing for a bath, attending to the meticulous details of her evening routine. Kagome, though accustomed to the routine, felt an unspoken isolation within the bustling activities. The gap between her and the world around her seemed to widen, a subtle disconnect that lingered in the corners of her awareness.
Later, as Kagome settled into the comfort of her room, Saiko returned. The ambience shifted, the room enveloped in a quiet intimacy that spoke of seven years spent together. Saiko, having completed her duties, approached Kagome, her expression a blend of familiarity and genuine concern.
"Ojou-sama, are you feeling alright?" Saiko inquired, her eyes searching Kagome's face for any sign of distress.
Kagome offered a small smile, appreciative of Saiko's attentiveness. "I'm fine, Saiko-san. It's just…one of those nights."
Saiko nodded knowingly, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken complexities that wove through Kagome's life. There was a pause before Kagome spoke again, her voice softer, inviting a confessional tone.
"Saiko-san, do you ever feel like…like there's something you're missing? Something just out of reach, but you can't quite grasp it?" Kagome's gaze held a hint of vulnerability, as if she were testing the waters of shared understanding.
Saiko, perceptive and attuned to Kagome's nuances, sat beside her. "Ojou-sama, we all have moments of uncertainty. But whatever it is, you don't have to face it alone. I'm here for you."
Kagome appreciated the reassurance, the simple affirmation of their bond. As she prepared for bed, Saiko remained a steadfast presence, a guardian in the quietude of Kagome's room. "Sing a lullaby for me, please?"
Saiko's eyes softened at Kagome's request, despite Kagome's mature facade and a steady back like she bore the weight of responsibilities far beyond her years. In moments like these, the vulnerability of a child peeked through the cracks.
Without a word, Saiko took a seat beside Kagome's bed. The moon cast a gentle glow through the window, creating a soft ambience in the room. Saiko's fingers brushed lightly over Kagome's forehead, a tender caress that spoke volumes. Then, with a gentle hum, Saiko began to sing a lullaby.
As the lullaby progressed, Kagome closed her eyes, surrendering to the melody that cradled her restless thoughts. Saiko's voice, a lull in the symphony of the night, painted a sanctuary within the confines of Kagome's room. The weight of Kagome's uncertainties seemed to ebb away, replaced by the tender embrace of the lullaby.
When the last note lingered in the air, Saiko ceased singing, allowing the room to settle into a tranquil silence. Kagome, now cocooned in the embrace of both the melody and Saiko's presence, felt a rare serenity washing over her.
"Thank you, Saiko-san." Kagome whispered, her voice carrying a blend of gratitude and vulnerability.
Saiko offered a soft smile, "Sleep well, Ojou-sama. I'll be right here if you need anything."
Kagome did what she was told, not knowing that once she closed her eyes she would never have a peaceful sleep ever again.
Kagome stood frozen, the tendrils of terror wrapping around her heart as she gazed upon the gruesome scene unfolding before her.
Blood, an excessive amount of it, painted the floor in distorted patterns. The metallic scent hung thick in the air, suffocating Kagome's senses. The crimson pool seemed to reflect the horror in her widened eyes.
Saiko, her maid and friend, so loyal and devoted, lay strewn in front of her. Her lifeless forms bore the brutal scars of a murderer's wrath. She shielded her, now sacrificed herself in a desperate attempt to protect the seven years old heiress from threat.
Kagome knows that she has to run, she can feel that the murderer is still here watching her like a prey. Yet, her limb refused to respond, leaving her captive audience to the body still laying in front of her.
Why? Why is Saiko-
The door groaned under the force of an unwelcome intrusion. It forced open, allowing an ominous glimpse of what lay beyond.
The desperate plea of another familiar voice, one of her maids, reached Kagome's ears. "Ojou-sama! You have to-" The urgency in her maid's tone trailed off, replaced by a sickening thud that reverberated in the air. The unspoken word, left hanging, echoed with a chilling certainty that something terrible had transpired.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" the unfamiliar voice slithered through the air, a cold, mocking tone. "A little heiress frozen in fear. How utterly mundane. I must say, your reaction is rather disappointing. I expected more from the child who supposedly wields tremendous power."
Kagome remained silent, her eyes locked on yet another lifeless form. Fear and disbelief held her captive, rendering her incapable of coherent thought, let alone escape.
The figure slowly walked closer to her, the figure wearing the cloak that covered the figure's entire face and the body. "I've grown bored, you see. Killing has become a mundane routine. Your family offered a momentary diversion, but your lack of reaction is truly disappointing."
Kagome finally found her voice, a tremor evident in her words. "Wh-who are you? Why are you doing this?"
The cloak figure chuckled darkly. "My name is nothing more than shadow, little heiress. You can just know me as a harbinger of darkness. And as for why? Well, it's what I do. Killing, causing despair – it's an art, and you, my dear, is my latest canvas."
With that chilling proclamation, the cloak figure lunged towards Kagome.
Kagome awoke with an ear-splitting scream tearing from her mouth, her body jerking violently from her bed. A layer of sweat coated her skin as she thrashed wildly in the bed, frantically feeling her body expecting to find a dribble of blood from the slash of the cloak figure's blade.
Her heart was pounding loudly against her chest, the rhythmic beats drowning out all other sounds. Barely registering the door swinging open, someone rushed in and immediately embraced her.
Saiko held Kagome in a reassuring grip, trying to anchor her in the realm of the waking. "Ojou-sama, it's all right. You're safe, it was just a nightmare."
Kagome clung to Saiko as if trying to convince herself that the nightmare was over. The room, now dimly lit by a small lamp, felt both unfamiliar and threatening.
"You're safe," Saiko repeated, her voice a soothing melody amid the remnants of Kagome's fading screams.
"I…I saw you, Saiko-san. You were…" Kagome's voice wavered as she struggled to articulate the horrors of her dream.
Saiko gently pulled back, holding Kagome at arm's length. "I'm here, unharmed. Whatever you saw, it was just a dream, Ojou-sama."
The truth of Saiko's words slowly permeated Kagome's consciousness. She nodded, wiping away her sweats with the back of her hand.
"Would you like me to stay with you?" Saiko offered, her eyes reflecting genuine concern. She leaned her face closer to assist Kagome in cleaning her face.
Kagome nodded again, her hesitation evident in the unsteady of her breaths. Not yet ready to confront the lingering solitude of her nightmare alone, she grasped Saiko's hand firmly. The touch was both a silent plea for reassurance and a tangible connection to verify that her friend was indeed safe and unharmed.
Saiko, understanding the unspoken distress, responded with a gentle squeeze, a wordless promise of companionship through the residual shadows of the night. The warmth of Saiko's presence and the reassuring grip of her hand became Kagome's anchor, grounding her in the reality that the horrors she had witnessed were confined to the realms of dreams.
Although Kagome knows that what she just witnessed was a mere product of a subconscious weaving nightmare, she couldn't sleep. The vivid images, though confined to the realm of dreams, left an indelible imprint on her psyche. A lingering unease coiled within her, a disquieting feeling that refused to be dismissed.
The weight of this inexplicable sensation gnawed at Kagome's core, a disconcerting presence that seemed to seep through the fabric of her being. She attempted to push it away, to dispel the haunting tendrils that clung to her consciousness, but the more she struggled, the more persistent the feeling became. As if trying to tell her to not forget the images that had transpired in her nightmare or she will regret it.
But she really wanted to erase that image, it was really terrifying and she doesn't want to see a bloodied Saiko whenever she sees her friend.
So in the silent hours of the night, Kagome clutched Saiko's hand with a grip that mirrored her inner turmoil. Leaning against Saiko's shoulder – who had been weaving Kagome hair through her hand gently – to seek solace in the familiar warmth of her friend's presence. The room, bathed in the muted glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, became a safe haven.
The night unfolded in a series of restless moments, the passage of time marked by the soft breaths exchanged between two friends bound by an unspoken understanding. Kagome, unable to banish the disquiet within, found a modicum of peace in the simple act of being near Saiko and gentle hand that brushed her hair that slowly settled in beneath it which had been a clue that Saiko had adrift in the sea of dreams.
Much much later, when the first hints of dawn painted the sky beyond the window, Kagome's realization dawned with them. Sleep, elusive as ever, would not come before the night relinquished its hold. The light of sunrise, filtered through the curtain's embrace, signaled the end of a vigil that had stretched through the nocturnal hours.
With a final, resigned sigh, Kagome acknowledged that the embrace of slumber would not be granted on this particular night. The new day heralded a fresh start, but the shadows of the nocturnal encounter lingered – a hunting prelude to the challenges that awaited in the waking world.
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"You're a visioner!"
The exclamation that came from one of the Zenin elders startled Kagome that made her flinch in her seat.
The elder is over the moon to notice the flinch. His face was grinning wide and he stared at Kagome like she held the key to a long-sought mystery. The room seemed to buzz with an energy born of both awe and curiosity. Kagome, in her youthful innocence, was the unwitting center of attention, and the elder's enthusiasm only intensified.
"You are a visioner!" he repeated, as if the words alone could unravel the secrets of the universe. The other elders too, leaned forward in anticipation, their eyes fixed on Kagome with a mix of reverence and fascination.
Kagome, bewildered by the sudden revelation, blinked in rapid succession. Where does that conclusion come from? She thought.
The elder, undeterred by Kagome's silent confusion, continued, "all of your stories about your dream was proof that you have been blessed with foresight. Our clan has been blessed with foresight. All of your dreams have occurred like to the notch! You will lead us Zenin clan to the golden era without a doubt."
The weight of those words settled on Kagome's shoulders. The elder seemed to expect something more, as if her very existence held the promise. She looks around, seeing that every one of the elders have the same expression like the one in front of her.
Kagome gulped, She feels like she made a grave mistake.
…
"What do you mean you don't know?!" The harsh voice cut through the air, making Kagome flinch involuntarily. The speaker, her older brother with furrowed brows and a gaze that demanded answers, stood tall before her.
"I can't predict the future as I please," Kagome responded, her young voice carrying an unexpected firmness. "What I do know is, my ability serves as a warning if danger will come our way."
Her older brother's frustration was palpable. "My title as the next head of the clan is in danger, you fool! Why can't you tell me who will be the next leader?"
"Why are you so adamant to know this?" Kagome asked blissfully unaware about the battle that would come.
His dark hair caught glints of sunlight streaming through the window behind him, creating a halo around his silhouette. Kagome, meeting his gaze, found his expression unreadable, a mask that concealed intentions and emotions alike.
"So that I know who I have to kill."
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"Why can't you give us a straight answer?" one of the Zenin clan barked at her, frustration seeping through every syllable, tainting his voice with impatience.
"Is your ability just a mere trick?! Just to fool us and entertain yourself in your free time?" another one joined in, his accusation slicing through the air.
Kagome stammered, her voice trembling, as she tried her best to quell their frustration. "N-no, I-I've already explained that my ability doesn't work like a switch. It comes and goes as it pleases, and I can't control it."
"So what? Do we have to wait for you to dream and wait for who knows how long?"
The tension in the room escalated as Kagome's attempts to explain were met with disdainful scoffs and dismissive gestures from the irate people. The accusation that her ability was a mere trick hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating Kagome's attempts to reason.
One elder, his face twisted in anger, stepped forward menacingly. "We've heard enough excuses! We demand answers and clarity. Our future prosperity is at stake. Yet, you can't provide us with a simple solution?"
Kagome, cornered and feeling the weight of their expectations, felt a pang of frustration and helplessness. "I can't force the visions to come, and I can't control their content. They are warnings, not certainties. I can guide, but not dictate."
The room buzzed with discontent, and Kagome's pleas for understanding fell on deaf ears. The one who barked at her first spat out. "This is absurd! We need results, not vague promises. If your ability is real, prove it. Show us a vision of the wealth we seek, or we'll have to reconsider your place in this clan."
The threat hung in the air, casting a shadow over Kagome's fragile composure. She closed her eyes, attempting to tap into her foresight, but the visions remained elusive. A bead of sweat trickled down her temple as the silence in the room grew oppressive.
"See? She's just a fraud!" Someone declared triumphantly.
"She's wasting our time!" another added.
As the accusations continued to fly, Kagome's internal turmoil intensified.
…
She can't hold on anymore.
Kagome's shoulders sagged under the weight of the accusations and disdain that seemed to follow her like a relentless shadow. Each step became a struggle, not just against the physical burden but the emotional toll of being ostracized within her own clan.
Her heart ached for Saiko, the only person who would stand up for her, the guardian who had protected her. The absence of Saiko intensified the loneliness, leaving a void that seemed impossible to fill. How she longed for the comforting presence of her friend, the one who had made her feel seen and understood.
Regret gnawed at Kagome, a bitter taste in the tears that welled up in her eyes. She remembered the day when the warning about her future had been dismissed, a decision she always regretted deeply. The foretelling had unfolded, and the consequences had become the heavy burden she carried.
The isolation within her own clan amplified the echoes of that regret. The emptiness around her mirrored the void left by Saiko's absence. Kagome tears held not only the pain of being misunderstood but also the grief for a friendship lost to the cruelty of fate.
With each lonely tear that escaped her eyes, Kagome felt the weight of her solitude. The once vibrant spirit, now dampened by the constant judgment, yearned for the solace that seemed increasingly elusive.
She sobbed harder without caring if anyone heard her, she knew that no one would come to comfort her.
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Kagome woke up with a gasp, her chest heaving with rapid breaths. Unbidden tears streamed down her face, tracing the contours of pain and regret etched on her features. The vividness of the dream lingered, its emotional weight pressing on her as if she had lived through the events herself.
In that moment, she felt the boundary between dream and reality blurred. The anguish she felt in her sleep clung to her waking self, leaving Kagome emotionally raw. The weight of regret settled in her chest, and she grappled with the residual emotions that the dream had stirred.
As the tears continued to flow, Kagome found herself caught in a whirlwind of thoughts. The confusion and panic made her brain work in overdrive. The words that come from her dream clinging to her mind like persistent echoes. Each syllable resonated, carrying the weight of an unspoken truth.
Foresight. The revelation echoed in Kagome's mind, a resounding realization that left her grappling with a complex array of emotions. For seven years, she had lived with the enigma of an ability that manifested as spaciness and brought trouble into her life. Kagome had attributed these manifestations to symptoms of some illness, never fathoming that, all this time, she had been unconsciously traversing the threads of fate, wondering where the destiny of the future resided.
Then… Kagome's thoughts trailed off, her body already calm so she could think more clearly. Is it possible that…
Her body jolted the moment Kagome remembered how the dream from last night went. If she really has the ability to foresee the future through her dreams, then it is quite possible that Saiko-san…
A surge of power suddenly regained in her body. Kagome looked around, trying to remember why she was asleep on the floor with a mat underneath her. Memories flood back to her. She recalled following Saiko-san like a duckling, the dream of the previous night intensifying her desire to keep Saiko-san within her sight. Saiko-san, understanding Kagome's unease, allowed her to do as she pleased to reassure herself. Kagome had waited for Saiko-san to finish laundry and had fallen asleep in the living room beside the laundry area.
She looked at the sky; the sun had already set. Kagome's heart started pounding. It had happened during the night in a previous dream. The realization hit her like a lightning bolt, and a sense of urgency gripped her. She had to move fast before it was too late.
She reached her room in haste, her breaths quickened by anxiety. The door stood before her. Without taking a moment to collect herself, she opened the door slowly.
Kagome's heart raced as she entered the dimly lit room. The air felt thick, suffused with an eerie tension that mirrored the nightmares that haunted her sleep. Her breaths quickened with anxiety, each step echoing in the quiet space.
And then, in the haunting stillness, Kagome saw it – a pool of crimson staining the floor, a twisted pattern etched in blood. And the metallic scent hung heavy in the air. Dread coiled around Kagome like a vice, the weight of despair settling on her shoulders. The scene played out as if scripted by an unseen force. Merging the dream and reality into a nightmarish fusion.
"Saiko-san!" Kagome's voice quivered as she called out, the dread intensifying. The ominous atmosphere enveloped her, and the convergence of dream and reality felt inescapable. Tears welled up in her eyes as she beheld the lifeless form of Saiko, her friend and protector.
The assassin's voice, cold and callous, cut through the silence. "Honestly, didn't mean to kill her, but she was really annoying." The dismissive remark sent shivers down Kagome's spine, her fear paralyzing her. With trembling hands, she instinctively tried to shield herself from the impending doom.
In that desperate moment, Kagome's hands connected with the assassin's forearm. And a blinding surge of light erupted, filling the room with a radiant glow. The intensity caught the attention of two patrolling sorcerers nearby, who hastened towards the source.
"What happened?" one of the patrollers asked loudly, but the scene before him left him startled.
There, at the spot where the murder occurred, Kagome stood with the lifeless body of Saiko beside her. However, the assassin was nowhere to be found, leaving only the cloak that Kagome clutched in shock.
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Note : I want to try to make the story a little longer. I hope it doesn't turn out too bad. For those of you who are wondering, yes, some chapters will continue, but don't know when, although I already have an outline. Sorry, you have to wait a little longer for that. And thanks for liking it.
Happy new years guys! Hope I don't too late to say that and be well and happy!