Being a lord or owning land didn't mean much to him. Renkotsu jumped at the chance to earn a title when all this was said and done, but Bankotsu just wanted to fight until there was no one left. Humans, demons, whoever else in between it didn't matter to him. His hand itched to take down as many as possible and he would see that to fruition.

That was the only reason he agreed to be this 'general' in the Human Faction army. Once the Demon Lords had proclaimed war and the fighting started, he had jumped into the fray. When the humans in charge noticed how he and his band operated on the battlefield they were swiftly sought out for their prowess. Either way Bankotsu would have found himself on the battlefield one way or another, but at least this way he and his brothers were getting more out of it.

He was bored now though.

Peace negotiations were on the table and he had scoffed at the idea. It was probably another ploy or misguided attempt to launch a surprise attack on the Humans. The Shichinintai were on guard outside the palace, patrolling the yards while they awaited the Demon Envoy to have these talks.

With Banryu propped against a pillar at his side, the young mercenary groaned, arms crossed as he watched and waited.

He hated these waiting games. He itched to fight.