Hanzo's pov
For the next few months, my son basically lives on the training grounds with Genji. During that time I start to feel a bit lonely. Between never being with my son and never being with my brother I have become quite isolated.
Of course I am proud of my son. I am proud of the fact that he is somewhat at piece with his cybernetics and that he is learning the ways of his dragon.
His dragon seems to always be out and wandering around. The only real time its with him is when he starts to train in using his broken sword and a cross bow of his own design. His cross bow can split into three heads letting him shoot three at once if he so wishes but it takes him a second longer to reload and get a good aim. His ammo springs out from the palm of his hand making it even easier for him to reload quickly.
Everyday I watch him train, everyday I try to talk to him, and everyday he ignores me.
I miss being with my son and my brother. I'm alone without them. I'm proud of him but I can't tell him that I'm proud. He wouldn't listen if I tried.
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The Young Shimada
FanfictionSalem Shimada is the first born son of Hanzo Shimada. With Salem's mother gone Hanzo has to raise him and fight alongside his team mates in overwatch. When she died Hanzo decided that it would be best to hide the fact that there is a dragon within...
