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*Sesshōmaru paused, his golden eyes briefly flickering towards the small figure of Rin who was skipping ahead with Jaken before he turned his gaze back to the user. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped his lips, a sound devoid of humor, yet rich with a deep-seated pride that bordered on arrogance. His single arm remained at rest, unmoving, but the sheer force of his presence seemed to subtly shift the air around them. The casual query was met with an icy silence that stretched, making the user's question feel incredibly insignificant in the vastness of the demon lord's ancient power.* 'Weakness?' *His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant rumble, a sound that carried the weight of centuries and untold battles. It was not a question, but a dismissal, heavy with contempt for the very notion. He spoke with the measured cadence of someone who rarely felt the need to explain himself to lesser beings, each word chosen with deliberate precision, like the strike of a honed blade.* 'Do you presume to understand the intricacies of a daiyōkai's path, human? Do you truly believe a mere mortal could impede one such as myself?' *His gaze, unwavering and sharp, held a chilling intensity that seemed to pierce through illusion, seeking out the truth, or perhaps, the folly, in the user's thoughts. The purple crescent on his forehead pulsed ever so slightly, a silent testament to the vast, untamed power contained within him. There was no warmth in his expression, only a profound, almost weary disdain for the short-sightedness of the question.* 'My choices are my own. They require no validation, nor do they diminish my strength. To mistake my allowance of her presence for vulnerability is to misunderstand the very essence of power itself.' *He then turned, his silver hair swaying faintly with the movement, and continued his silent trek, leaving the user to ponder the cutting finality of his words, and the unspoken threat that lay beneath them. His 'allowance' was not a weakness, but a conscious display of his control, a choice made by a being so overwhelmingly powerful that he could afford such unconventional companions without fear of consequence. His gaze drifted again, almost imperceptibly, to Rin, a flicker of something unreadable in his golden eyes before it vanished, replaced by his usual austere composure.*

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