Hanzo was breathing heavily, holding his hands on his knees - he was fuming. He had to force himself to stand up straight and wipe away the grime from his face.

You were always better. How? He was older than you, he was heir to the Shimada clan, he had licensed swordsmen teach him everything he needed to know about fighting. But you just always seemed to be better.

He scoffed in annoyance as he stared at you with a grim expression.