"The hunt for the miko?"

"Four teams are out with youki locators. The imp insisted it would take too long to train a new user for Nintoujou, so he is out with the fifth team. He's already got the search area narrowed by seventy-six percent."

A deep sigh pushed its way out and Sesshoumaru's entire being suddenly radiated weariness. "Fujin's bag."

Osamu's eyebrow shot up to his bangs. The great General never invoked the gods, indesirous of attracting their attention.

"I have had centuries to plan this out. How in the darkest pit of Yomi did everything go so wrong?"

Fujin is the kami of the wind. He's depicted with a large bag swung over his back that holds the winds. Yomi is a version of hell.