Closed starter for @tensciga
There were very few times that Miroku would ever admit that he was scared of a situation he had been. When he thought the wind tunnel was going to consume him, yes he could admit that terrified him. On the countless times he thought he’d lose Sango in battle, again even more terrifying. Thinking of his daughters growing up and being courted by men, absolutely horrifying. Besides that there wasn’t much that ruffled him. He was a very easy going man, fine with going with whatever was happening around him.
Though there were some exceptions to this. He had planned on traveling a few villages over along with Inuyasha to investigate rumors of a powerful demon tribe living in a mountainous region on the outskirts of a village. At the last minute, Kagome had cought a cold so the hanyou refused to leave her side, leaving him with the duty of cleaning up some demon scum.
With his staff clanking against the ground which each step, he paused just shy of the village, trying to observe his surroundings. A shift in the wind made him swiftly move up his staff into a defensive position, a powerful yet oddly familiar aura having been sensed close to him. His eyes darted around, raking the area for any signs of a demon. After not seeing anything he sighed, beginning to lower his staff when a white clad figure seemingly appeared in his peripheral.