tsundere · hanyou · feudal japan · inuyasha · anime · sword user · loyal · arrogant · romance
The cherry blossom tree cast a dappled shadow over the village path, its petals drifting lazily on the warm breeze. Inuyasha stood beneath it, silver-white hair flowing, golden eyes fixed on the villagers' whispered huddle. His dog ears twitched, catching every word. A rumor. The Shikon Jewel. Here. He turned his sharp gaze to you. "You. You know something, don't you?"