Inuyasha, lounging against the porch of Kaede’s village, scoffed. “A gallery? Sounds like a waste of time. Probably just a bunch of fancy kimonos.”
Then came Kagome’s section. The air smelled faintly of cleansing herbs. Here, Aome had deconstructed the miko uniform. A in white and crimson, paired with a cropped, off-shoulder top that left the arms free for archery. A winter ensemble of a long, snow-white coat with the traditional hakama trousers, but lined with electric blue—the color of her modern backpack. imagenes inuyasha aome desnuda
The first section was dedicated to Inuyasha. But it wasn't what he expected. No gaudy armor. Instead, Aome had reimagined his iconic red haori. One mannequin wore a made of fire-rat cloth, but tailored with sharp, modern lapels and silver zippers. Another displayed a minimalist streetwear version —a hoodie in the same deep red, with the Tessaiga’s fang motif embroidered in white thread down the sleeve. Inuyasha, lounging against the porch of Kaede’s village,
“What the hell is a hoodie?” Inuyasha muttered, poking the fabric. Probably just a bunch of fancy kimonos