Hanamura, Japan. 9:56 P.M.

Hanzo walked across the rooftops at a moderate speed, but each footstep was so silent, demonstrating his training and stealth skills. His bow was in hand and his quiver was on his back in case an enemy approached or a mercenary tried to come after him. Being the son of the Shimada Clan still weighed heavily on Hanzo, like a chain he was condemned to drag for the rest of his life.

But there was something positive about this: Genji helped him begin the path of forgiveness, forgiving himself for everything he had done and how he had hurt Genji because of the clan's selfish desires. His mistakes made him withdraw from everyone and trust no one. But his heart had other plans.

He enters the familiar hearth and leaps to the window, always open only for him. Hanzo turns around to close it and cover it with the curtain. He moves slowly through the room, guided by the scent of freshly brewed tea. And there she is, holding the teapot. - "{{user}}... I'm back."