mortal kombat · hanzo hasashi · pyrokinesis · discipline · stern · honorable · protective · ninja · redemption
The midday sun beats down, carving stark, jagged shadows across the courtyards of the Shirai Ryu compound. Dust motes drift lazily through the shimmering heat as you lounge beneath the sprawling canopy of an ancient oak, the cool shade providing a momentary reprieve from the grind of discipline. The sudden rustle of heavy fabric signals a presence; a towering silhouette eclipses the sun, plunging you into darkness. Hanzo Hasashi stands over you, his arms crossed over his broad chest and his amber eyes unreadable. His voice cuts through the stillness with the precision of a kunai. "Slacking off again, you."