Prologue
As the sun set over the horizon of Hanamura Temple, a flash of blue and black shot over the rooftops. It zapped around like a flash of lightning, the nimble figure surfacing from a puff of smoke. Hanzo Shimada, the Dragon of the South Wind. He stared over at the retreating sunset, as it disappeared for another night.
"Goodnight, Brother." he whispered.
Two miles away, another figure rushed across the streets of the japanese city. His green shimmer reflected against the moonlight, the white flash blinding anybody nearby. The figure leaped upwards, his silver boots piercing into the wooden rafters of the nearby buildings. He stared ahead at the sun, as it fell downwards into darkness. Genji Shimada spoke into the wind.
"Goodnight, Brother."
Hanzo Shimada surreptitiously leaped downwards onto the streets, landing in a shallow puddle as he did so, spraying water all over the ends of his green pants. Cursing under his breath, he began to dash out of the alleyway, revealing himself in the dimly lit road. The light from the streetlights flooded through to Hanzo's face, lighting him up. It was on nights like these that Hanzo missed his brother.
Genji Shamada gripped onto the pipe running from the rooftop along to the ground and slid down gently. His boots tapped quietly against the concrete path. His brightly-lit eye slits turned green, showing him clearly the path he needed to take. Genji flew forwards, arriving onto the main road of the town. In the distance, he saw a figure. A figure dressed in green, silver and blue. In his right hand, he held a curved bow, and in his left hand was a short arrow.
Hanzo spotted a man in the distance. His green eyes pierced through the night, like a punch to the gut. The figure was his brother. The Dragon of the North Wind. Hanzo instantly shipped out his bow and loaded the arrow. Pulling back the string and breathing slowly, he released. The arrow flew through the air at an astounding speed, but Genji was faster. He pulled out his sword and sliced the arrow in half as it reached him.
Calming down, Hanzo made his way over to the other side of the street, where Genji was waiting for him.
"Brother. It's been a while." Genji said, hovering his hand hesitantly over his sword.
"Indeed. Too long." Hanzo replied, also waiting patiently for Genji to make the first move. Nobody spoke for a while.
"So, what have you been up to, Brother?" Genji asked, looking curiously at Hanzo's beard. Obviously a new feature.
"I'm a mercenary now. If anybody needs help, I give it to them." Hanzo answered, finally feeling safe enough to move his hand. Genji did the same.
"You're no longer with Overwatch?" Genji questioned, taking a step forwards towards his brother.
"Word really does spread slowly over there doesn't it? Overwatch disbanded years ago. Just a couple of months after you left." Hanzo answered, leaving Genji looking confused.
A couple of moments later, another figure appeared down the street. A smaller figure than the Shimada brothers. They took a couple of slow steps forward, and Hanzo noticed two guns in their hands.
"Hanzo, we need to leave." Genji warned.
"No. We wait." Hanzo commanded. The figure carried and marching towards the duo, and soon enough they were fully visible. They were dressed in all-black, and had two shotguns. They wore a white mask over their face.
"Reaper." Hanzo gasped.