Flashback
In the midst of a desolate battlefield, two warriors squared off, each a master of their chosen weapons. The first, clad in a white kimono and gleaming armor, long silver hair that flowed in the wind brandished a massive one handed sword, its blade shimmering in the sunlight. The second warrior, draped in dark, flowing robes, and held a large scythe.
As the battle began, the clash of steel rang through the air, echoing across the barren landscape. The silver haired daiyokai swung their colossal sword with incredible strength, while the robed combatant moved with agility and grace, parrying and evading with uncanny speed.
Sparks flew as the two warriors exchanged blows, their determination and skill evident in every strike. The ground beneath them became scarred with the marks of their intense struggle, while Jaken watched in awe and anticipation. It was a duel of power versus finesse, where victory hung in the balance, waiting for one warrior to gain the upper hand in this epic confrontation.
Lord Sesshomaru hovered over his opponent who laid on the ground below him. No match for the blow he just received from Bakusaiga. As Sesshomaru lifted his sword for one final attack that will ultimately be Mirinaka's end he stopped himself. "Take this chance to go and never return. Know that if you ever cross foot in my land again I will kill you." With that Lord Sesshomaru took flight leaving Mirinaka battered, on the edge of death, and with his mind stewing of ways he will get his revenge.