Wise

She was shown a lavish dinner in a grand hall, where all the servants sniffed their noses at the thought of serving a miko. The Lady, prone to more expressions than her statue like son, derived obvious delight from their displeasure.

Kikyo's mind worked darkly, but she kept the façade of a weary and thankful traveler in place perfectly.

"I've been wandering these past few months, training as many mikos as I can find for a week or two before leaving. It's been difficult, fairly unrewarding work, but there's so much potential in the girls that I've met that I simply couldn't resist."

"More trained mikos means losing more of my men when we battle with you humans. Do you think it wise to tell your enemy you're educating the very people we don't want competent?"

"Not any more wise than offering your enemy a bed to sleep in underneath your roof," Kikyo countered boldly.

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