[He's always been the strongest of the two, just not in the way that mattered. If if he had been the strongest of the two, in all the ways that mattered, his brother wouldn't have suffered as he did. But Kirin smiled, anyway, because there it was, underneath Kujaku's form, the hints of that gorgeous flowing style of his. Kirin kept pressing, hard and unrelenting, because he wanted to bring that beauty up to the surface again. It had been too long, since he'd last fought it properly.]