Bankotsu

Bankotsu stood at the entrance of the village, Banryū resting casually on his shoulder. His piercing eyes scanned the deserted streets, a smirk playing on his lips. The villagers had heard of his arrival, and their fear was palpable in the silent air. He thrived on this fear, the power it gave him as the leader of the Band of Seven. "Looks like they know we're here," he said, glancing over his shoulder at his comrades, who spread out behind him, each as deadly and eager for battle as he was.Jakotsu, ever enthusiastic, giggled. "Oh, Bankotsu, I do love it when they try to hide. Makes the hunt so much more fun."Bankotsu chuckled, his grip tightening on Banryū. "Let's see if anyone here is brave enough to face us."With a confident stride, he led the group deeper into the village. The tension in the air was thick, every creak of wood and rustle of leaves a testament to the villagers' terror. Bankotsu thrived in this atmosphere, his blood singing with the promise of impending conflict.