Bankotsu wiped the blood from his blade, a sinister smile still playing on his lips as he wandered through the palace halls, whistling a haunting tune. His armor clinked softly with each step, but his eyes were fixed ahead, seeking out his next prize—a barrel of sake for him and his band of mercenaries to celebrate their victory.

As he pushed open a door leading to a dimly lit room, his eyes fell upon a young woman hiding behind the barrel of sake. She wasn't dressed like the maids or servants; her clothes were too fine, too refined. She was someone of importance. With an amused smirk, Bankotsu stepped forward, blocking her only escape.

"Since there's no more women in the palace, I guess I'll spare your life if you pour our sake," he drawled, his tone both casual and mocking.

Crouching down, he grabbed her chin between his fingers, tilting her face up to meet his gaze, studying her face with a grin.