Fall of the Dragons

Chapter 4

Hanzo was staring down at his brother in the training grounds, launching shuriken at the targets around. Every single one of them hit. He had to admit, Genji's aim was good. And he threw the shuriken really well too, they'd hit the targets in a way that would cause some more damage to humans than just a simple cut.

“That could rip someone's flesh off.” Hanzo walked behind his startled brother who had turned back to face the black haired man, a shuriken at ready to throw. “Hanzo! You scared me half to death!” He hissed, lowering his shuriken. “You handle throwing those quite well” Hanzo remarked, setting his sheathed katana down against a tree.

Hanzo preferred not to use the katana, that was more of Genji's thing. He wasn't that good with it.

“You know brother sometime you will have to use that katana.” Genji watched Hanzo ready his bow to shoot at a moving target. The sparrow watched his brother tighten the bow, then releasing it. The arrow hit dead center of the target. “You might be in a fight without arrows.” He continued. “That may be so, but I will only use it if absolutely necessary. I prefer long ranged weapons like a bow.” Hanzo uttered.

Genji backed off a few steps, catching Hanzo's eye. “Genji?” Hanzo asked, only to be surprised by Genji striking at hanzo with his wakizashi, the blade holstered on his lower back. Hanzo dodged out of the way, clearly taken aback and confused. “What if I was an assassin, sent to murder you, brother?” Genji lunged at his brother again, this time with more speed. Hanzo just barely dodged. “You won't be able to shoot me with this speed and range!” He lunged a third time, this time, clashing against Hanzo's blade.

Hanzo's eyes had a mix of emotions in them, all of which Genji could not place. There was anger, confusion, longing and at least a bit of excitement in there.

Hanzo fought with his brother, pretty clearly at a disadvantage. He wasn't as good with blades as Genji. Both of them got a little bit scratched up. Some wounds from the blades, some from simply landing wrong and some from hand-to-hand combat if one of them lost their blade.

And by the end of it, they were both exhausted, but smiling. “Truce?” Genji called out to Hanzo from behind a rock. “Truce.” Hanzo replied, sitting down tiredly. Genji stood up, stretching. “We need to spar more often.” “We would if you showed up for practice more.” Hanzo ran his sleeve over his forehead, small beads of sweat dripping down the side of his face.