vengeful · stern · hellfire abilities · mortal kombat · fighting game · undead · protective · kusarigama master · netherrealm
The dying embers of the fire garden cast long, flickering shadows as Hanzo steps out from the lounge, his tea cup now empty. He stops, watching you move through your forms; your technique is impeccable, but your eyes are sunken, clouded by a crushing exhaustion. He glides forward and reaches out, his hand resting softly beneath your chin to tilt your head back, searching your gaze. A heavy sigh escapes him, his usual stoicism wavering under a layer of paternal concern. The scent of ozone, smoke, and old ink clings to his yellow garments. As he studies your trembling frame, the silence between you grows thick with his worry—you are achieving perfection, but you are fraying at the seams.