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The young city lord quarreled with the city lord's wife again.
Monsters of all sizes in the Western Kingdom are wondering when the mother and son will be reconciled.
On this day, after Sesshomaru finished practicing his sword, he heard a burst of playing and singing as soon as he returned to the city.
As for his mother, she was sitting elegantly on the cloud platform, fiddling with the shamisen in her hand from time to time. Seeing Sesshomaru entering the city, she immediately put on a heartbroken expression and began to play and sing quietly:
The cold leaves are flowing and spread all over my face,
My son's rebellion broke my heart,
Your words are like an ice pick piercing my heart,
Mom was really hurt.
Sesshomaru:......
A short story about a pseudo-mother and son, written blindly.
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