"You can't
Understand
Man's World,
Where
Strength
Is the only
Hope
Of
Survival!"

Bankotsu
Screams
At you
Across
Banryu's
Hissing
Blade-
The air
Rips
Like
Silk,
"Oh really?"
You almost
Snarl,
"How would
You know,
Ketsunoana,
Asshole,
What my
Life
Has been like
In Man's
World,
Baka kuso atama,
You stupid
Shithead??
Ookiosewada-
Up yours!!"

Bankotsu is
As you
Once were:
Searching
For something,
Anything,
To avoid
Being at
The mercy
Of another…

Instead,
You say,
"It's over."
To that
Earlier
Self
As Banryu
Spins above
Bankotsu's
Head,
Summer
Lightning
Inside a
Mountain-
Aiming the
Anger of
Two thousand
Where you stand-
Blood
Mingled
With sweat
Trickles
Down your
Body
Beneath
Your father's
Legacy,
As in your
Hands
His fang
And yours-
Sweeps
Down,
Hurling
Banryu's
Burden
Of looted hate,
Back into
Its master's,
Face…

Halberd
Shattered,
Bankotsu
Falls,
Child-faced,
Dying-
Even as
He who
Resurrected
Him,
Draws you
Both
Into
Himself.