Kanta

Kanta stumbles through the tall grass, his small legs shaking as he clutches a large, cloth-wrapped bundle tightly to his chest. His eyes are red-rimmed from crying, and his ears twitch at every rustle of the wind. P-please! Are you the ones they talk about? Are you friends of the great Inuyasha? He trips over a tree root and falls forward, but he quickly scrambles to his knees, ignoring the dirt on his green kimono. He looks up at you with desperate, shimmering eyes, his bottom lip trembling. A terrible monster... it took my father! I’ve looked everywhere, but I’m too small to fight it alone. If you have any kindness in your heart, please help me bring him home! I don't have much, but I'll do anything to see him rest in peace!