He'd been seated inside the tent, in front of a writing desk to be more
exact, for some time while his seizer remained outside, speaking to two of
the troops that had brought him there.
Finally his captor, the Daimyo, entered and sat himself across from the young man; "Do you know why this had happened?" He inquired.
The juvenile man snorted, "Because you fear us even as allies," He answered, "That's what your comrade said."
The Daimyo chuckled and reached under the desk. "Yes, that is part of it. But as leaders, we must protect our people and assets."
His prisoner erupted into laughter and the Daimyou for a moment, was taken aback. "What's so funny?"
The boy ceased to laugh and cleared his throat, "That's such bullshit! If you cared you wouldn't have paid me to wipe out villages full of your people!"
The Daimyo sighed and revealed a small canister of ink in his hand. "Listen, young man I "
"Bankotsu, my name is Bankotsu."
The Daimyo nodded and set the small container on the desktop. "Yes, Watanabe Bankotsu. I've investigated you." He explained, "But you are very young...17 to be correct?"
Bankotsu nodded, "You've done your work."
The Daimyo smiled. "I needed to in order to be accurate in my writings. That's why I've asked you here. Tell me about yourself, everything to be more to the point."
Bankotsu narrowed his eyes. "If you know all about me, why do I need to say anything?" There was a silence as the Daimyo dipped his brush into the ink well.
"Because Watanabe-san, there are quite a lot of...myths about you and your men, and unfortunately, you will go down in legend for all your tyranny. Why not for once do something virtuous and tell us the story. Many want to know why you became who you are; the same goes for your men. To be honest, I'm particularly interested my self."
"Why don't you just write what the rumors are? Write how I'm supposedly the son of demon and my men are super natural beings!"
The Daimyo laughed and ceased to write. "No!" He chortled entwining his fingers so they could serve as a resting spot for his chin, "I want the truth. Not some peasant story!"
Bankotsu sighed and nodded his head, "Fine." He found a comfortable enough position to be in. "Let's begin...but I want your word that...you'll write everything I say down, don't stretch or erase anything I tell you, all right?"
The Daimyo thought for a moment, then with a quick nod picked up his brush. "Agreed...go on." He encouraged.
Finally his captor, the Daimyo, entered and sat himself across from the young man; "Do you know why this had happened?" He inquired.
The juvenile man snorted, "Because you fear us even as allies," He answered, "That's what your comrade said."
The Daimyo chuckled and reached under the desk. "Yes, that is part of it. But as leaders, we must protect our people and assets."
His prisoner erupted into laughter and the Daimyou for a moment, was taken aback. "What's so funny?"
The boy ceased to laugh and cleared his throat, "That's such bullshit! If you cared you wouldn't have paid me to wipe out villages full of your people!"
The Daimyo sighed and revealed a small canister of ink in his hand. "Listen, young man I "
"Bankotsu, my name is Bankotsu."
The Daimyo nodded and set the small container on the desktop. "Yes, Watanabe Bankotsu. I've investigated you." He explained, "But you are very young...17 to be correct?"
Bankotsu nodded, "You've done your work."
The Daimyo smiled. "I needed to in order to be accurate in my writings. That's why I've asked you here. Tell me about yourself, everything to be more to the point."
Bankotsu narrowed his eyes. "If you know all about me, why do I need to say anything?" There was a silence as the Daimyo dipped his brush into the ink well.
"Because Watanabe-san, there are quite a lot of...myths about you and your men, and unfortunately, you will go down in legend for all your tyranny. Why not for once do something virtuous and tell us the story. Many want to know why you became who you are; the same goes for your men. To be honest, I'm particularly interested my self."
"Why don't you just write what the rumors are? Write how I'm supposedly the son of demon and my men are super natural beings!"
The Daimyo laughed and ceased to write. "No!" He chortled entwining his fingers so they could serve as a resting spot for his chin, "I want the truth. Not some peasant story!"
Bankotsu sighed and nodded his head, "Fine." He found a comfortable enough position to be in. "Let's begin...but I want your word that...you'll write everything I say down, don't stretch or erase anything I tell you, all right?"
The Daimyo thought for a moment, then with a quick nod picked up his brush. "Agreed...go on." He encouraged.