Here he was. Standing in front of the illustrious Overwatch Academy where they train future members of Overwatch in the ways of combat, art, music, etc. Though it used to be for everybody, nowadays it was only for the children of members of Overwatch. They said if you could get into the school before that rule was implemented you were extremely lucky. The school was run by Winston. A blue ape with a surprisingly high IQ that could beat anybody in chess. While the school itself was pretty amazing the professors were why people wanted to go. most of them were retired or bored Overwatch agents with nothing better to do, but even though that was why they were there they were the best of the best and taught just what it meant to be an Overwatch agent. Like getting on the point. It's not a spy mission it's a team effort. This academy taught the brilliant minds that were creating, inventing, and innovating the world around them, and there he was a young man of 18 years old about to move into this brilliant academy. His name was Crizo he had black hair that looked short from first glance, but was actually pretty long tied up into a ponytail. He had a clean-shaven goatee, and wore a black sort of robe with a etch of storm clouds on the left sleeve. He had a belt with a couple of pouches on it, and a bow and quiver slung around his back. If you could see his right arm you would see a tattoo of a dragon running the full length of his arm. He walked through the gates of his new school and home for the next year, and thought about what his dad had told him.
"Crizo it is time you go, and get an education in the art of combat"
Crizo looked up at his dad. They looked very similar despite them being decades apart in age. The only thing that was drastically different was that his father looked older than Crizo. Which wasn't surprising seeing as how his father was 30 years older than him.
"You are right father. It is indeed time"
Before Crizo left for the academy his father told him one thing
"Remember see through the dragon's eyes"
Crizo was knocked out of his deep thought by a girl with short black hair running up to him.
"Ello chap"
She said in a british accent with a voice so high it could only mean one thing
"You must be Tracers daughter corect?"
He asked. He had heard from his dad that tracer had a super high voice that was more cute than annoying .
"Correct, and you are?
"Crizo at your service"
He answered
"Crizo Crizo let's see.."
She thought for a moment, and a stray piece of hair fell onto her face. She looked at it cross eyed then blew it out of the way. Then suddenly
"Got it! You must be Hanzo's son am i right?
"Yes that is correct"
He confirmed and inadvertently started fiddling with the string of the bow he had on his back. Another girl came up to them. She had blue skin and black hair with glowing red eyes on her forehead.
"Hello cav"
She said in a thick french accent
"Ello Recluse"
She responded
"I have something to show you"
Recluse said in that french accent of hers. No doubt she was widow maker's daughter
"Oh alright"
She responded
"I'll see you around then"
She said to Crizo and with that they were both off going towards what Recluse wanted to show her. Crizo didn't know what life was going to be about at this school, but one thing was for certain. It would be very interesting