"I believe that is the game, Brother," said Genji, swiping up his brother's king and replacing it with his own promoted rook. Hanzo leaned forward, examining the board in an attempt to find something wrong. When he concluded that Genji hadn't actually cheated, Hanzo fell back onto his cushion, slamming his fist down angrily.

"Bakana!" exclaimed Hanzo. "When did you get good at shogi?"

"While in Nepal, I taught the game to the Shambali," explained Genji. "They learned the game quickly and soon became formidable opponents. Besides, you are out of practice. When was the last time you played?"

"Before our fight," admitted Hanzo. "Still, you could never beat me when we were children. What has changed?"

"You have grown lazy, and I have improved since we last played." Genji began to reset the board. "What's more, you have underestimated me. I imagine our next game would go more in your favor."

"Perhaps…" Hanzo made the first move, moving his pawn. "So. How are you getting along with our housemates?"

"Hm? Well, I knew many from my time in Overwatch," said Genji. "Captain Morrison, Lena, Winston. Angela, obviously. And, of course, Master Zenyatta helps me to overcome any struggles."

"That is good. Personally, I find these housemates to be quite troublesome," complained Hanzo. "Most are loud, immature, and foolish." He considered it for a moment. "I like Amelie, though. We have contests of marksmanship."

"Widow is nice enough, once you get to know her," said Genji with a shrug. He made his move. "Most of our teammates are quite nice, I find. Except perhaps Alexsandra."

"Ah. The Russian. I take it she dislikes you?"

"I do not know if it is dislike. More like mistrust." He spent half of his mind planning his next move, while the other half focused on his conversation. "I understand it, though. With what's happening in Russia right now, it would be unusual for her to trust anything machine. She will learn soon enough, that man and machine can coexist."

"Hm. I am unsure how true that is, Brother," said Hanzo. "Though you are not omnic, you resemble one closely enough that those blinded by rage and prejudice will mistake you for one. With the second Crisis, coexisting may not be possible." He glanced up from the board, instinctively attempting to read his brother's expression. Shame filled him when he saw the metallic mask Genji was forced to wear. "Can man truly live alongside machine?"

"Of course, Brother," said Genji, sliding off one of Hanzo's pieces and replacing it with his own. Though Hanzo couldn't see his brother's face, he could tell by his tone that Genji was smiling. "I am living proof. And that, Hanzo, is the game."

Hanzo looked down at the board incredulously. Just as Genji had said, the game was over. Genji held up the piece he had taken, revealing it to be Hanzo's king. The Shimada brothers shared a look for a moment before Hanzo slammed his palms onto the board.

"Now, I know you must be cheating!" shouted Hanzo. Genji chuckled, then went about resetting the board.

"No. Just practice," said Genji. "Would you like to go again?"

"Pah! Though I cannot prove it, I know you are cheating," grumbled Hanzo. "I will uncover your secrets!"

As Genji chuckled, the door slid open with an audible puff of air. The Shimada brothers turned to see what could be considered the two most unique members of the Overwatch House. The only two omnics among their ranks, it was perhaps natural that Zenyatta and Bastion (and, by extension, Bastion's bird friend Ganymede) gravitated towards one another.

"Greetings, Genji, Hanzo," said Zenyatta, bowing his head. "I hope you are enjoying this rare day of quiet serenity."

"Greetings, Master." Genji returned the bow, while Hanzo basically ignored him. "With Lena, Lucio, Jamison and Jesse out on missions, the house is much calmer than normal."

"Boop-Beop!" Bastion nodded in agreement, settling in a corner of the room to allow Ganymede to comfortably rest on his head.

"It is good to see you and your brother getting along," hummed Zenyatta. Hanzo grunted, then stood up from the table.

"We would be getting along better, if Genji would stop cheating!" shouted Hanzo. Again, Genji chuckled.

"Hanzo is just upset that he cannot defeat me in shogi," said Genji. "Perhaps you would have better luck?"

"Ah, though you may have taught the monks, the opportunity for me to play against you never presented itself." Zenyatta floated over to where Hanzo used to be sitting, then lowered himself down into the traditional Japanese seiza position. Hanzo himself sat to the right of of the board, watching intently. "I would be honored if we were able to compete, my student. Be warned, however. I have yet to be defeated."

"Oh? That sounds almost like arrogance, Master," said Genji with a smirk in his voice.

"I am simply stating facts, my student. If anyone could defeat me, I would believe it to be you." Zenyatta bowed to his opponent, then made his move. He was looking forward to the game. Though he had doubt that Genji could beat him, he was sure that the game would be tense, difficult, and long.

"And that is the game, Master," said Genji, swiping up his sensei's king after his sixth move. "Well met."

"Hm… I see," said Zenyatta with a nod. "Well met, Genji. You have managed to defeat me without losing a single piece." Zenyatta leaned to the side, looking past Genji. "Greetings, Zarya. What brings you here?"

Genji instinctively turned, preparing to diffuse the situation that would inevitably unfold between the omnics and the robot-hating Zarya. To Genji's immense surprise, there was no one there.

"Hm?" Genji was confused. "Master, there's no one-"

Zenyatta slipped his hands underneath the board and flipped it as hard as he could, sending shogi pieces everywhere.

"Whoops," said Zenyatta. "How clumsy of me."

"Master…" muttered Genji. With his ninja skills and reflexes, it was easy for him to near-instantly reset the board. "I'm pretty sure that being a sore loser is against the Shambali's teachings."

"And that is one of the reasons I made for a quite poor monk," said Zenyatta. Somehow, even when being a sore-loser, he managed to exude an air of wisdom.

"It's just a game…" said Genji.

"A game you never lose," remarked Hanzo. Genji shrugged.

"I do not know what is the issue," said Genji. "I do not even think I am that good."

"Beep-beep-beop!" Bastion stood up, slowly clanking over to the shogi board.

"You want to play?" asked Zenyatta. Bastion gave an affirmative beep. "Are you certain that is wise, my friend?"

"Who taught the robot to play shogi?" asked Hanzo. Bastion beeped three times in rapid succession, then let out a single, longer beep.

"He says that Ganymede taught him," said Zenyatta. "Though, how the songbird leaned shogi is likely another story."

"Very well, Bastion," said Genji. "I accept all challengers! Make the first move."

Bastion did so, moving a pawn forward. Genji followed suit, attempting to strategize how best to defeat his companion. He decided to let the game drag on a bit, so as to not discourage Bastion too much.

"Beep-boep," hummed Bastion, swiping up Genji's king on the sixth move.

"He says 'that's the game'," translated Zenyatta.

Genji remained motionless, unable to believe it.

"Now you know how I feel," muttered Hanzo.

"Bakana… Impossible…" whispered Genji. "How…?"

"Be-yop," beeped Bastion. Zenyatta snickered.

"I am unsure if this translates properly," said Zenyatta. "But I believe that he says 'get rekt, scrub'. Is that correct?" Bastion nodded. "I think that Bastion and Hana may have been spending some time together."

Slowly, Genji stood up.

"Brother, Master Zenyatta, get back," said Genji darkly. "And you, my omnic friend, I have but one word of advice for you." Genji grabbed his sword, feeling the energy of the Dragon surge through him. "Run."

"Beep-bepbep!" Bastion stood up and booked it for the door as quickly as he could. Genji ripped his sword from his sheath and began pursuit.

"Ryūjin no ken o kurae!"