II. Bokuseno's poem

I got up slowly and tried to flee, but my injured leg prevented me and I fell roughly to the floor. For a moment the idiotic question shot through my mind whether Inuyasha had dirt in his mouth when Kagomeshouted "Sit!". The attacker came closer and closer and I thought I could see a greedy look on his face. Only when he was only a few meters away from me did I see that it was a gigantic crow, at least in terms of its body. The head was that of a human, but the teeth reminded me of those who had snakes. Small and pointed and probably poisonous. The slit eyes also matched the snake theory, even if they were bright red. Blood red.
Frightened, I got up and pressed myself against the tree behind me. My leg began to protest again, so I lifted it up a little so that my weight was only on the other.
Then three things happened at the same time. The beast shot forward, I screamed and the tree behind me enclosed me with its branches, which brutally carried me out of the danger zone.

I was no longer surprised at the moving tree, but when he started to speak I really thought that nothing could surprise me now.
My face was filthy and the tears made the earth stick to it, my leg, which had dirt, for better or worse, burned as if someone had sprinkled salt on it.
"You are out of danger," said the tree and its branches and twigs let go of me. I shook my head, unable to speak, and pointed to my wound. I was crying again. A branch leaned over to me and laid its leaves on the wound. "We'll have that in a moment."
And really, seconds later I felt the sting subside and when he removed the leaves a minute later, only a fine pink line was left of the wound. I stared at my leg in amazement and stammered thanks. "Don't worry," the tree waved a friendly hand, "you're not from here, are you?" "What's your name?" He asked. "Mizuki Hoshimai." I said quietly. "Bokuseno. Nice to meet you," he introduced himself. I smiled tentatively.
"Well, we should think about how we can get you back.", He said thoughtfully after I told him my story, "But I think you didn't come here by accident," hadn't Kagome said too? , "Maybe you have a job in this world," he concluded. I sighed. What kind of task should that be? I almost certainly couldn't handle it. It wasn't even possible for me to pass the endurance test of fifteen minutes of running in physical education class or to hit the ball in volleyball that scared me so that I always dodged it. I wasn't particularly intelligent either, I stayed seated last year and I couldn't impress anyone with my looks or any clever speeches."Bokuseno ... I hardly think that I'm the right one." I said quietly. "Well, we'll see. After all, you don't even know what it's about, do you? So wait and see before you have a nervous breakdown." He replied and I could feel his gaze on mine Face lay that threatened to be flooded with tears again.

At that moment a loud crash announced another visitor. I caught my breath for a moment. He had long, silvery white hair, pieces of armor over his kimono, and brightly colored stripes on his face. And he only had one arm with a gaping wound that made the one on my leg look like nothing. Although he must have been in a lot of pain, he didn't even grimace when he spoke. And how he spoke! With an emotionlessness and coldness that a refrigerator would pale next to. "Send that away, Bokuseno. I need to talk to you." I wondered what he meant until Bokuseno said calmly, "She's hurt. Leave her alone." A shadow of anger flickered over the man's features, apparently he wasn't used to being talked to like that. I wondered if everyone threw themselves at his feet, because that's what he looked like. Mighty and dignified and strong and beautiful.
"Tokejin can't beat Tessaiga anymore. I need Sou'unga. Tell me where it is.", He explained. Bokuseno sorted his branches and twigs and leaves before answering.
"Aah, Sou'unga ... the most powerful sword of your father. Inu no Taishou had his reasons when he hid it and gave you Tenseiga, Sesshomaru.", He replied reprovingly.
"And he had his reasons when he told you about the location of the sword." Countered the man Bokuseno had called Sesshomaru. The tree sighed.
"Sou'unga is very difficult to control. Even your father had problems with this sword at times," he said quietly. Sesshomaru's eyes sparkled.
"Do you doubt me, Bokuseno?" He hissed. This rustled restlessly with the branches.
"No, of course not ... Sorry, but as your dear father once put it: You need a pure soul or the woman of your heart at your side to gain control of this power." Sesshomaru made a scornful noise.
"Father liked to talk such nonsense. After all, he fell in love with this human woman and produced my pathetic half-brother Inuyasha. Well, we know how that ended." Wait a minute. Sesshomaru and Inuyasha were siblings? Half brothers? They were opposites like the north and south poles! I had to admit, I could barely follow the conversation between them, but it was still interesting. If I believe my eyes, I would say that Bokuseno turned a little pale at these words.
"Your father was a great man, a demon whose heart was not made of ice and whose actions were always for the good of everyone, including yours, Sesshomaru!he shouted angrily.A real demon?
"Tell me where the sword is, Bokuseno. I'm not here to discuss my father," he said, sounding almost bored.
"I don't know," replied the tree. Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow.
"Really. I got a poem from your father, nothing more."
"Say it up."
“Well,” said Bokuseno slowly, “I'm not actually allowed to. Therefore, you have to agree to my terms.” Sesshomaru was silent. I never thought that there were certain ways to be silent, but if I had to describe this, I would say he was angry and remained silent.
"Make sure Mizuki - he pointed to me - gets home safely."
I caught my breath. Didn't he realize the guy was going to kill me? He had heard how derogatory he was about people!
"The choice is yours," said the tree with a smug undertone. Sesshomaru eyed me disapprovingly and I saw how repugnant he was to this condition.
"If you have to ..." he agreed angrily.
Bokuseno laughed. "That won't do you any harm, Sesshomaru."
"Bokuseno, the poem!" He ordered.
He thought for a moment and then said quietly:

[i]Where mountains and valleys
to unite
where pain and agony
never appear

Sometimes near, sometimes far
but never go away
Always under the same star
Always in the same place

Here gently, there violently
for many a mortal danger
it pulls you down strongly
and Sou'unga is there.

"I can't tell you more," he said, "and now I would like to sleep. Take care of Mizuki."
Sesshomaru looked very thoughtful. Then he looked at me. "Come with me," he said and walked off without waiting for me to come after. I got up so quickly that I felt dizzy and without giving Bokuseno a desperate look, I ran after him quickly. That could be cheerful ...