"How was that? Scared yet!"
"Coward!"
"Hahahaha~~~"
Bankotsu was the typical sort who seemed crude but possessed a careful mind, something inseparable from his life experiences.
Having fled his war-torn homeland, Wano Country, as a child, Bankotsu had wandered ever since, making the four seas his home. An orphan struggling to survive had it hard. He always had to contend with all kinds of difficulties. To protect himself and his companions, he had to toughen up and never give an inch. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous. Over time, he gradually cultivated a rough, even savage exterior. Standing there, he practically told everyone—"I'm not someone you can mess with."
But Bankotsu was actually thoughtful, shrewd, and sensitive. That was simply his nature, unrelated to his lack of education. He merely did not want to bother thinking about many things. Even after inheriting the Phantom Troupe's banner and becoming extremely powerful, no longer needing to maintain that rough, savage façade, he was still the same. He had grown accustomed to using that rough, savage façade to solve everything, because it was efficient and allowed him to live simply and happily, with fewer worries and troubles.
Just like now. To suppress the urge to think, Bankotsu did his best to amuse himself. Before teaching Chrollo Nen, he released his Nen and reduced Chrollo to tears, then laughed at him without restraint.
Suddenly.
Bankotsu stopped laughing, entered the cabin, and grabbed his weapon—a massive sword over two meters long and nearly a meter wide. Calling it a great sword would be less accurate than calling it a sharp door panel forged from iron!
Chrollo stopped crying as well. Trembling, his lively eyes were filled with pleading.
Clearly, Chrollo had misunderstood. Bankotsu had no intention of hurting him and did not even look at