The last defender (K/da X oc)

Chapter 25 Blast from the past and a Vixen

A day has passed. and nothing much happened. Hanzo's mind was preoccupied with new unanswered questions about his sudden strength. Were all his enemies just very strong on the Isles, or did he somehow get a power boost? Anyway, the only things Hanzo did that day were sign in as an Enforcer officially, a lot of news covering the small event and then he left a note for Seraphine that read: 

"Hello Sera, I will say this straight, for your safety I have to end our friendship even if it lasted only a day and one bakery stop, it is not because of you, but because I came to a realization that confirmed itself the same day I started considering you friend. People around me die, my friends die, friends, I cannot save, I would be putting you in too much of danger than I'm comfortable with. Even though I have only known you for one day, I can already tell that your passion for singing is great and you have potential, so please do not stop in pursuing it. But this all does not mean we will not see each other anymore. I will still be going to the bakery, the only difference being that we will not have a friendly talk with each other like we had yesterday. I wish you good luck in your life.

Gregory, otherwise now known and registered as Phoenix."

After these two events, Hanzo stayed at home and tried to think about the power issue, and by the end of the day he couldn't come to a better answer than enemies on the Isles were way stronger than an average human here. He will have to be careful now with his punches, even though, in his mind some of them, like rapists deserved to die, no matter their mental state, act is an act to Hanzo, thus while he wanted Evelynn to have better future, an act of betraying him and nearly killing him made him hate her over time.

But now it was a new day, he still did not have the courage to go for breakfast at the bakery and see Seraphine, he even hadn't the courage to tell her personally, he just left a note. But Hanzo had to leave these thoughts behind, as he got quite a sum of money for just registering as an Enforcer, so he could afford a nice little workshop. His IT equipment finally arrived after a day of delay, but they were there, so he had to do now two things. Edit the prophecy video that followed him as he promised and buy the workshop. He wanted to help people out by inventing new affordable stuff that could help their lives, and create a sanctuary for people like him, Powerless people, people who did not have a drop of mana flowing through them.

So he did it, he bought the workshop. Installing it will be a pain in the ass because it will require quite the changes to his house he presumed, but that struggle was just a little to what he now had to do. Hanzo then set up his PC and stuff around it, that was the easy part. Now with the disk that had his entire life on it in his hand, the hard part came, facing his past once again, just to edit his real identity off the recording, he wouldn't have to, but he was scared of Evelynn finding out he survived, and he knew that if something is on her mind, she will not stop until the thing is either hers or destroyed.

Hanzo shuddered just at the thought and inserted the disk into the PC that already had video editing software on it. He did not want to edit too much, just his face where it was shown his name and his personal moments of being on a WC. fortunately for Hanzo, all of the times he went for either number one or two were automatically missing, and that was good. So he just put a blur on his face, The program managed to recognize the face and the blur that was stuck to it, so it automatically blurred the face whenever it saw it. And the same thing happened with the name, the program once again recognizing that whenever his name appeared it was to beep it out.

Surprisingly the editing went quite faster than he anticipated and thus he now had a half day totally empty of plans, so Hanzo decided to do a first patrol. Hanzo took on his old gear, he cleaned it so now it did not have any blood on it, but he left his weapons at home, he did not need them because of his experience in that alley. He went to the headquarters clicked in his time and set off, going around streets, looking at the scenery and looking for any signs of crime. People were of course giving him the looks, as he was back in his old uniform, but he will get a new one eventually. Along his patrol route he set to himself he came across a couple of posters that took his interest.