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There was a certain knell to the word “vengeance” that made Bankotsu’s sanguine blood run hot with adrenaline. Like the euphoria one feels when a lost puzzle piece clicks into its preordained place in an illustrious piece of art-- there was nothing that could make Bankotsu more complete than reclaiming shattered fragments of his pride. ‘I am Bankotsu, and I have never lost a battle to anyone.’
He had lost to death once, then twice, but the score had not been left bereft of amendment. And he would continue his conquest of life until there were no strings left untied. Of course, he was not so imprudent as to overestimate his own aptitude in battle--hence he ordered retreat when requisite--which rationalized why he choose to merely furrow his thick brow upon an encounter with the lord of the west, Sesshomaru.
Mukotsu’s ashen remains told the parable of what may derive from an unsavory collision with the powerful inu daiyokai, and Bankotsu did well to pay heed to his younger brother’s precedent. However, the temptation of fulfillment was tugging at his vindictive psyche, demanding he procure his little brother’s revenge. 
“Sesshomaru,” Bankotsu acknowledged, hostility punctuating his voice. He gripped the leather wrapped shaft of his doubled edged blade and bit his lip.
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