Till The End Of Time [Inuyasha Fanfiction ]
Chapter 4's

A week had passed since he had found the painting, and within a week, Shura had secretly infiltrated the painting room. Every night, he does that, and every day or afternoon if he has time.

"Shura-sama, Sesshoumru-sama asked the servant to deliver a message so that you would meet him at the sword training ground." A servant bowing his head saluted Shura.

Shura said nothing. If his father wanted to meet him at the sword training ground, meaning only one, his father would train him directly. Training with his father was not light, even though he was his biological son and was still a child, he would not hesitate to beat him in training. Bruises, wounds and blood would definitely fill his entire body when the training was over.

With her expressionless face, Shura held her sword and walked towards the sword training ground. The moment he stepped his foot into the place, his golden eyes instantly found his Father who had been waiting for him.

Long silver hair, a tall slender body, pointed ears, two purple lines on the cheeks, a crescent moon mark on the forehead and a pair of golden-colored eyes. Shura knew, that was apparently later, exactly the same as the youkai in front of him—Hadya, Sesshoumaru, Inuyoukai ruler of the western lands.

"Pull your sword and fight me, Shura." The Sesshoumaru command is flat with a face without any expression.

Shura immediately obeyed his father's orders without making the slightest sound. He pulled out the sword he had on his waist and looked seriously at his opponent, looking for weakness, looking for an opening to attack.

Sesshoumaru did not draw the sword nor move in the slightest, his golden eyes only stared at Shura, the only child who was looking for weaknesses and gaps to attack. Then, a second later, Shura moved forward as she drew a sword at him.

Shura's speed of motion was incredible, the human eye would definitely not be able to catch him. But not for Sesshoumaru. Within his eyes, the movement of his son was extremely slow, he could clearly see the deadly crack that the opponent could utilize to kill him.

Without saying a word, Sesshoumaru then raised his hand to attack his son. His hand that had sharp nails like a sword moved wonderfully quickly aimed at Shura's chest. Shura's eyes widened in shock at his father's sudden attack, and fatal, he found no chance to hold back or dodge.

Be ill. His back that hit the cold stone floor was extremely painful, and he tried hard to resist the sound of screaming pain that was almost coming out of his mouth. Shura tried to get up again, but his father's clawed hand quickly grabbed his neck and slammed his back against the stone floor.

"If I were your enemy, you'd be dead by now, Shura." Sesshoumaru said coldly without changing his facial expression in the slightest.

Shura's golden eyes could only stare straight at her Father's face. So strong and unforgiving. He knows he can't beat him now. However, one day, when he was already a big boy, he would definitely be able to defeat him

Sesshomaru could clearly see Shura's eyes. There is fear, but the determination and belief that one day this child can defeat him is seen more clearly. Shura was very similar to him.

Sesshoumaru then released his hand. Regardless of the injuries on her child's body, she turned her back and walked away. "Go to Akihiko's place, lord of the southern land tomorrow, and don't come back before you become stronger."

Shura's eyes widened at his father's orders, he wanted to open his mouth to refuse. However, he ended up locking back his intentions. Against his father was an unwise act, for he had no right to go against his commandment which was a ruler.

He was going to leave the western land palace and head towards the strait land palace tomorrow, and in Shura's heart, feelings of sadness, disappointment and confusion mixed in. His father ordered himself to go home as he became stronger, which meant that he would meet Akihiko-sama for training. When will the training end? Aweek? A month? A year? Or much longer? He doesn't know. All he knew was one, that is; he would not be able to see the painting if he went there. She will not be able to see the smile of the girl spring in the painting in the next few days—see the smile she loved so much.

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