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Oh, the picture Inuyasha made when practicing with his sword. Kagome watched his careful movements, his silver hair gleaming in the sun, his ears still with focus. No matter how long it had been since he had needed to use it, he still practiced with Tessaiga daily to make sure he never lost his edge.
But she knew it was more than that for him.
The sword was a sense of security, of family. It reminded him he had been loved, so loved, even before he met her. His father may have passed, but he still watched over his son.