Days passed, and the villagers of Sahajart had gotten used to seeing Genji traipse around town. That's really all he did, anyway. Besides holing himself in his little room, all the ninja did was explore, turning his nose up in disgust at the coexistence spectacle. Dryly responding to stranger's greetings and well-wishes, or ignoring them completely, the residents of Sahajart soon grew a little tired of his presence. Villagers who tried to start a conversation with him were met with cold, blank stares. Genji had no intention of being neighbourly.

On some days, Genji would practice throwing his shuriken in a secluded spot at the edge of the village, tossing them into a tree, digging them out, then repeating. The village children sat and watched from a safe distance, as Genji tossed star after star, stripping bark and leaves off the poor sapling. The children applauded after each throw, yet Genji did little to make them feel welcome. In fact, he secretly wished that they'd leave him alone.

One day, Genji found Angyo at his door with a shovel in hand. "You've been here a week, and you've not lifted a finger to help around here," the omnic complained. "If you are going to stay here, you will do your part."

Genji relented. It was only fair.

Truthfully, the men of the village secretly wished Angyo hadn't put Genji to work with them, as they found themselves trying to distance themselves from the ninja at all times, as to avoid moments of awkward silence that would otherwise kill the pleasant mood. As the men shoveled snow off the village footpaths, Genji was given a wide berth. Genji was not a bad at his new job, nor did he complain about the workload, but the men truly wished he'd just stay inside. One day, one of them made the mistake of striking up a conversation with the surly ninja.

A young omnic by the name of Gaurav came and gave Genji a friendly pat on the back. "I wished the Iris blessed me with your programming, brother. Then I'd be able to shovel twice as hard! Tell me, what is your model?"

Genji spoke quietly, yet coldly: "Touch me again, brother, and you'll never have to work another day in your life."

Genji spoke only this, yet his death-like gaze spoke a thousand words to the omnic, as Gaurav gulped and backed away. From then on, no omnic would dare go near him.

For better or worse, the villagers never had to worry about slipping on ice. Regardless of his attitude, the young ninja worked hard. He'd wake up early, skip breakfast, and report straight to the next designated pile of snow, shovel in hand. He would work all day until his job was finished, where he would then be the first to leave. As the sun set, bowls of warm stew were provided to and the men by their wives, who ate and laughed together. Genji would quietly nod, and then take his meal back to his home, where he would eat by himself. He would then revisit his favorite secluded spot in the village where he would practice throwing his shuriken, then packed it in early so as not to disturb sleeping villagers with noise. He would then return to his home, and promptly fall asleep.

Every other day, a Shambali monk visited, and the entire village flocked to the town square as the monk gave his sermon. Genji watched bitterly from afar, watching the town's folk listening earnestly, in harmonious rapport. The children were seated the nearest, as the human monk smiled at each of them as he recited his teachings. Genji saw the familiar faces of his fellow labourers, listening intently, their wives, held closely. He saw Angyo and his wife standing, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, her head leaning on his. As the sermon was concluded, Genji turned to leave. Yet the sound of clapping and cheering followed him along his lonesome path back to his dorm.

As the morning sun rose, signalling a new day, the cockerel's cry awakened Genji from his nightmares. Genji grumbled and got up. After fixing his bed, he grabbed his shovel and got ready for another day of hard work. He opened the door. Waiting directly outside, was Tekhartha Zenyatta. Genji jumped.

"For heaven's sake! You startled me."

"Why are you here?" asked the monk.

"…Excuse me?"

"Why. Are. You. Here?" he repeated, calmly, yet deliberately.

Genji snapped at him. "Don't get your wires crossed, monk. As soon as my body returns to full power, I'll be out of this stupid village."

Zenyatta crossed his arms. He did not hover. Instead, the monk stood, firmly planted outside Genji's door, and he was frankly, unmoved by Genji's nonsense.

"We both know that your systems have been fully operational for days now. Angyo made sure of that himself. He told me so."

"Well he was wrong. Apparently, he didn't do a good job, and my central balance system is still damaged." Genji fibbed.

Genji barely saw Zenyatta's palm thrust into his sternum, as the monk moved with almost supernatural-like speed. The punch didn't really hurt, but the impact sent Genji flying across the room, where he crashed into the table, shattering it.

"It would appear so," stated Zenyatta.

"Why would you do that?! Look what you've done!" Genji fumed. The carefully crafted table had been reduced to scraps.

Zenyatta ignored him. "The young warrior - who has conquered himself, is far greater than the one that has conquered thousands." Zenyatta commanded. "Congratulations Genji Shimada. You have conquered yourself. With your sheer apathy, sloth, and ineptitude."

"You dare accuse me of being lazy?!" Genji roared. "I have spent hours- nay, days of my own time, shovelling snow out of your damn village, without any damn thanks. Well, you can forget about it. I quit."

"You've shoveled every last inch of snow there was. There's nothing left to shovel. And who would have thought that that would be a crowning achievement for you? Genji Shimada. A mighty warrior, now a common groundskeeper."

"You know nothing about me, monk. And you have overstepped your boundaries." Genji got up and dusted himself off.

"I think not." Zenyatta said firmly. "You have made yourself comfortable in our village. You have eaten our food. You've repaid the villagers in labor, but not much else. You seem to have no intention of leaving; you've made no effort to plan a departure. So you stay. Fine. But you've offended every individual you've come into contact with, and your curmudgeon attitude has brought the whole village down," the monk scolded.

Genji stood defiantly, challenging Zenyatta. "What do you care? I've worked hard for these people! So what if I don't speak to them? What have they done for me?!"

"The people of this village do not deserve to be treated like rubbish. You should be ashamed of your actions, Shimada. You've insulted us with your presence."

Genji's mind raced as he secretly devised thousands of methods to reduce the monk to a pile of sparking fuselage. He imagined cutting off the omnic's head with one swing of his blade, then kicking it down the mountain, watching it bounce off of every rock and cliff.

"I invite you to try, Genji." challenged Zenyatta.

"Excuse me?"

"If you wish to cut off my head and kick it down the mountain, I invite you to try." Zenyatta calmly stated.

Genji's jaw dropped, as he stared at the monk in fear. "He can read my thoughts?!"

"Yes Genji. Everyone can."

The ninja stood, dumbfounded. "H-how…how is this possible? How are you doing that?!"

The omnic tilted his head. "You really don't know, do you?"

"NO! What is it? How come everyone seems to know what I'm thinking?!" Genji cried.

A sighing noise emitted from the monk's speaker. "Not everyone Genji. Only omnics."

"I…what do you mean?"

"Omnics communicate two ways. One, is verbally. The second way is omnic-exclusive."

"Omnics were originally built to transmit and receive code. That way, new programming could be downloaded within a single unit without having to crack open the mainframe. When we achieved self-awareness, we found that we could transmit messages through one another via code, through wifi signals. The humans called it telepathy. In reality, it was simple computer code being sent from unit to unit. That is why in the first omnic crisis, messages and battle strategies were delivered and distributed faster, giving omnic's the advantage." Zenyatta made the same sighing noise. "Here, I'll prove it."

"What do you mea-"

"Hello Genji." The words invaded his mind, and Genji froze.

"Is that you?"

"Yes." Zenyatta switched back to speaking. "Useful, is it not?"

Genji sputtered. It was chilling to hear another voice in his mind that was not his own. He felt violated.

"Like it or not Genji, you are, at least partially, omnic. You may not know it, but you've been transmitting code to every omnic within your range. They know what you've been thinking about them."

His mind raced. He remembered as the female omnic fearfully turned away as Genji thought about taking her child. He thought of Gaurav, and his fellow workers who feared him. The image of Angyo, peering at him solemnly, saying, "You're very loud, you realise?" Every omnic that he had ever met following his rebirth, had known what he had thought of them. For the first time today, Genji felt abashed. How rude of him.

Zenyatta saw everything Genji did. "It appears that no one taught you how to differentiate thought and code. Tell me, Genji. Why do you hate omnics so much? Why do you hate yourself?"

"You cannot even begin to comprehend my troubles, Zenyatta. You know nothing of my past," Genji whispered.

"I was not made in a factory like you were. I was human once. Fully human. And fate cursed me to live as what I am today. A miscreation."

The monk nodded solemnly. "Fate has a funny way of doing that, yes?" Suddenly, the omnics feet were lifted off the ground, as Zenyatta began levitating. He crossed his legs and sat up straight.

"Take a seat. Tell me your story friend. I will do my best to listen."

—

Zenyatta did not appear one bit as surprised as Genji thought he would. As Genji retold his life story, how he was born into the Shimada criminal empire, at the height of it's power, how he was betrayed by his own brother, and left to die, how he was rebuilt and augmented with a new bionic body, Zenyatta never interrupted once. Instead, the monk only peered further and further into Genji's soul, determined to unravel his mystery.

"…they offered me a choice. I could either return to Japan in shame, or I could join Overwatch, and help them bring down the Shimada clan." Genji paused. "You have heard of Overwatch, right?" he asked unsurely. He didn't know how fast news traveled to this desolate place.

"Yes, of course." Zenyatta replied. He made a motion with his hand for Genji to continue speaking.

"It was not a hard choice for me to make. With the help of Overwatch, all of the Shimada clan fell, by my hand."

"And Hanzo?" Zenyatta asked.

Genji bit his lip. "He escaped before we could get to him. No one knows where he is now."

Zenyatta nodded. "So you took your revenge on the men who wronged you, save your brother. What happened afterwards?"

"With the Shimada clan out of the way, I outlived my usefulness in the eyes of my peers." He remembered Angela's smile. "Some of them, anyway. To them, I was an omnic. An outsider. An enemy, capable of killing them in their sleep if I wished. The feeling was mutual. I had expected thanks, and only received distrust and fear."

"I realised that no sane person would ever accept me, and I'd be better off alone, where my hideous presence wouldn't bother anyone."

"So you left?" Zenyatta asked.

"There was an…incident. A conflict within the Swiss headquarters that resulted in massive explosion, claiming the lives of two fellow members of my group. In the following days to come, Overwatch would be disbanded, and members were being hunted down by the authorities. I used this disorder to my advantage, and abandoned my fellow teammates."

"I traveled for a long time, searching for a place where I could die alone. Through the hand of fate, I was brought here."

Zenyatta stroked his chin. "You believe that fate brought you here? That fate cursed you to this life?" Genji nodded. "And you have accepted your fate?" Zenyatta inquired.

"I don't really have a choice."

Zenyatta shrugged. "The man who accepts his fate….yet doesn't accept himself. Interesting." he mused.

"Well Genji, it would seem to me that you have accepted that the past is out of your hands. That is a good start." The omnic continued to speak. "But while fate has led you to where you are now, destiny still awaits you."

Genji laughed. "I have no destiny, Zenyatta. Maybe I did once. But not anymore."

"And within that is where the problem lies." Zenyatta shook his head. "Every experience you've had, no matter how terrible it may seem, hides within it, a blessing of some kind. The goal is to find it. With each step you take, you close in on your destiny." Zenyatta paused. "I believe it is in my destiny to help you achieve yours."

The thought of Zenyatta as his mentor was so ludicrous to the ninja, that he could not help but laugh some more. "You will find my destiny for me?

"No. No one can find what we truly desire but ourselves. No one can, no one may. We must walk the path on our own." Zenyatta proclaimed wisely. "All I can do is guide you along the way."

"Zenyatta you are kind. And I truly apologise for offending you. But I am on a journey that I must take alone. I would not want to waste your time." Genji stood up.

"I've decided. I'll leave first thing tomorrow."

The monk shook his head. "As you follow along this path, each stone you pass will fill your pockets, and burden you along the way. You will not find peace beyond our gates. Peace comes from within."

"You must learn that running away from our problems does not vanquish them. Stop leaving, and you will arrive. Stop seeking, and you will see. Stop running away and you will be found."

"Don't you see, Genji? You inner turmoil, your strife. They have brought you to where you are today. All your life you've been faced with adversity. And adversity is an opportunity for change. There is chaos within you, there is no doubt about that. I can show you the path, Genji. I will teach you."

"I see what you are. You divide yourself, and let both sides fight over your soul. You want to be whole? Then you must embrace tranquility. Join the Shambali, Genji. Let me show you the path."

Before Genji could even formulate a response, he was interrupted by the loud clang of the village bell. Genji peered out the door. The villagers were making their way to the town square. It was time for another lesson from the Shambali.

"This is why you're here, isn't it? You want me to listen to you speak." Genji whispered.

"It's not for me. It's for the people. You owe them this." Zenyatta stopped hovering, and planted his feet on the ground. He barely came up to Genji's chin, but Genji somehow felt smaller than a grain of rice. "I need to collect a few things before I start the lesson. You will attend? Or will you lock yourself away as you did so many times before?" he suggested. He bowed. "If you do decide to join, I want you to sit with the children. It's a better view."

Before the monk left for his sermon, he decided to ask one last question. "Tell me Genji, do you know what Sahajart means?"

"No. What does it mean?"

He couldn't distinguish Zenyatta's expression, but the lights on his forehead shone brightly. An omnic smile, he would later learn.

"Harmony."

—

Every fiber in Genji's body, artificial and organic, yearned to be anywhere but here.

"Excuse me," Genji repeated as he made his way through the throng of villagers. He tried not to make any eye contact, as he caught many a dirty look as he tried to get to the front of the crowd. As he passed villager after villager, he felt more and more unwelcome.

"Why is he here? He's not welcome here," whispered one.

"Don't worry. Brother Zenyatta will cast him out like the heathen he is," replied another.

Genji cheeks became warm with embarrassment. Had he really managed to offend every single person in town? Was he that rude? He looked around. The omnics were giving him a wide berth, and the humans followed.

Just as he was about to reach the front row, two strangers blocked his path, one omnic, one human. Genji recognised them as fellow labourers, friends of Gaurav, the omnic he had threatened. They stood guard, arms crossed.

"You are not welcome here," he heard.

He braced himself for a punch. Maybe even worse. He sensed he was moments away from being torn apart in a riot.

"Genji? Is that you?" He heard a familiar voice.

Behind the two omnics was Angyo, setting a child down in the front row.

"It is you! Genji! It is good to see you!" Angyo exclaimed.

The doctor approached the two men. "Excuse me gentlemen. You are blocking the way."

As the two thugs resigned to their seats, Angyo swung his arm around Genji's shoulder. "I knew you'd come eventually. And you've chosen a good day as well! Brother Zenyatta really knows how to capture his audience."

"He told me to come. To sit near the front," Genji said quietly.

"Of course! Of course, my boy. Here." Angyo turned to the child behind him. "Hasita, would you mind making room for my friend here?" Hasita nodded shyly. She couldn't have been more than two years old. He turned back to Genji. "This is my friend, Hasita. This is her first sermon as well."

Genji awkwardly waved to the infant, who giggled in return. Feeling a little bit more relaxed, Genji sat down on the silk mat that had been provided for the children. As Angyo returned to his own seat, Hasita decided to climb into Genji's lap.

"Hey! Get out of there!" he said. But the child had already gotten comfortable. Genji smiled, as he realised this was the first time a human being has been this close to him in a long time. A hush fell over the crowd, as the lesson was about to begin.

Zenyatta entered the square quite unceremoniously, yet he was greeted with thundering cheers and applause. He waved as the villagers praised him. This was the loudest response Genji had ever heard from the crowd during a sermon. They really seemed to love this particular monk.

"Zenyatta! Zenyatta!" they called.

"Lead us to the light brother!" a man cried.

The monk smiled as he came before the large throng amassed before him. Genji noticed something odd about him. Eight, hovering spherical orbs about the size of a baseball orbited his neck. They appeared to be made out of steel, yet they shone as brightly as a bar of gold.

"Zenyatta! Will you juggle for us?" one child asked. The other children pleaded as well, starting their own little chant. "Juggle! Juggle! Juggle!" they cried.

Genji thought the omnic would ignore them, as it was an incredibly informal request. Zenyatta sighed, and smiled brightly. Suddenly, the orbs began to dance around Zenyatta, chasing each other rapidly in a circular motion, as the monk conducted their movement with his hands. The children cheered, and the adults laughed. Genji smiled. Zenyatta was a crowd pleaser.

"As entertaining as they may be, these orbs are more than a simple party trick, aren't they?" Zenyatta asked the crowd jokingly, who responded with more laughter. This made Genji wonder as to what exactly the orbs did. Concluding his act, the monk recalled the orbs back to their original spot around his neck. With a flick of his hands, they now surrounded the crowd, seemingly illuminating the already sunny day. "Orbs of harmony. Embrace tranquility, brothers and sisters." Zenyatta raised his hands, calling for a silence.

"Good morning my children."

"Good morning brother!" echoed the crowd.

Zenyatta's face beamed. "My, what a lively crowd we have today! And such happy faces!" he exclaimed. "New ones as well! Hello Hasita!" Zenyatta waved to the giggling child sitting in Genji's lap. "Where is Rita?"

The mother of the child raised her hand, standing a few rows back. Genji turned to look at her. She didn't look too happy her child was in his lap. Zenyatta continued. "Your child is beautiful, sister. How old is she?"

"She just turned two, brother. Yesterday was her birthday."

The people gushed, as a round of "awws" sounded from the crowd.

Zenyatta face shone even brighter. "Is that true? Happy birthday Hasita! You have to come to every single lesson from now on!" he joked. The crowd laughed once more.

"I see she is not the only new face here today," Zenyatta continued. "Genji. I am glad you are here. Welcome brother."

Genji did not receive the same response Hasita did. He nodded, silently. He felt the eyes of every villager burrow into the back of his head. Zenyatta continued his sermon.

"Brothers, sisters…" he began "As we begin a new day, let us reflect on our actions. I want you all to think of how you got to where you are today. Was your journey not filled with suffering? Did you not experience feelings of doubt?" he asked the crowd, who murmured in agreement.

"Yet the strongest flower only grows taller as it drinks in the pouring rain. And when the sun comes up, the flower provides for the insects that rely on it. Tell me, brothers and sisters, on your path, did you work for the good of others? Or did you only work for yourself?"

As Zenyatta droned on, Genji found himself being slowly pulled into his lecture. He didn't entirely understand everything the monk said, and yet he was drawn in by Zenyatta's voice. As he watched the orbs slowly orbit the villagers, he was overcome by a powerful sense of serenity. He began to comprehend the reason why more people were in attendance than usual. Zenyatta was absolutely hypnotising. His voice was a soothing, gentle stream, cleansing the crowd with it's taintless waters. Harmony. Tranquility. There was suddenly meaning to these words. Genji felt as if the universe itself spoke to him at this very moment. He felt a strange feeling, something powerful, drawing. Was it…

…Belonging?

For the first time, Genji felt at home with these people. He felt as if he had known them his whole lives. He looked around. There was Angyo, his hand wrapped around his wife, smiling back at him. There, was Gaurav. He made a mental note to apologise to him. To his left, the men and omnics he had worked alongside. He promised himself he would learn their names. Finally, he looked down. A bubbly, cheerful little toddler. Hasita. Genji held her a little closer. A little tighter.

Doubt and anxiety was thrust out of Genji's mind, and was replaced with love and peace. He felt his broken soul slowly try to mend itself back together.

"…question that is left. Will you, brothers and sisters, pass into the Iris, and experience tranquility with me?"

Suddenly, Zenyatta became the sun, the villagers, the grass. A radiant light of brilliance surrounded the monk, illuminating the hearts and minds of his people. Zenyatta seemed to shift in and out of reality, harmonising with the universe. Genji was overcome, as the whole crowd entered a higher state of existence. It was bliss. There were no smoke and mirrors involved in this act. No cloud of gas sprayed onto them, manipulating their thoughts. This was pure happiness. He felt silly, as a wide smile appeared on his face. He didn't remember smiling this much. Zenyatta was bringing Genji to parts of his mind he never knew existed. A flood of joyful memories entered Genji's thoughts, vividly enlightening his soul.

Blurred images of forgotten reminiscences were suddenly being relived vicariously through Zenyatta's shining gaze. Genji blinked.

Suddenly, he was back in somehow back in Hanamura. He looked down. He was not covered in steel. He touched his face. His fingers did not meet with a cold, unforgiving visor. Suddenly, Genji was human again. He looked around. He was in Shimada castle, in his playroom. Half-remembered toys littered the plush, foam padded floor. Genji turned, to look out the window. It was a warm day. The birds sang. Color was returning to the cherry blossom trees, filling the blue sky with specks of pink. In the distance, the commanding silhouette of Mt. Fuji stood proudly. The first day of spring. He remembered. His mother had taken the boys swimming. He looked at his hands. Small. Delicate.

He was a child again.

Suddenly, a young, cheery faced boy burst into the room.

Hanzo.

"Genji! Genji! Mama bought ice cream! Come down!" called the boy.

Genji could not stop himself from replying. "I bet I can beat you down the stairs!" he hollered.

"Ha! In your dreams!" Hanzo replied, as he took off, disappearing from view.

Genji chased after him into the next room. The scene changed.

He was standing outside his favorite haunt. Genji looked up, spotting the familiar alien mascot affixed just above him. The Rikimaru Ramen shop. Genji salivated, as he peered into the restaurant's window, seeing his reflection. The face of a young, teenage Genji, dressed in a dapper school uniform, stared straight back at him. He remembered coming here everyday for an after school snack. He pressed his face against the window, desperately trying to read the menu once more, just for old times sake. The words were blurred, but the pictures were clearer than ever. Spicy Miso Ramen. That's what he usually got. A bit of drool ran down his chin.

"Genji? Are you okay?

He turned. Looking back at him, was a cute young girl, also dressed in uniform.

Kimiko.

This was his first date.

Kimiko giggled. "You dozed off silly. What were you thinking about?"

Genji sighed. "Just…remembering…some stuff. Don't worry about it."

The girl offered him a coin. "Penny for your thoughts? You can use it to buy me ramen!"

Genji laughed. "You know, it costs a lot more than this. You don't have any more money?"

"No!" she giggled. "But you do, don't you Genji?"

"Ha! I can't waste the Shimada fortune on bowls of ramen that I won't eat!" he joked.

Kimiko blushed, smiling. "Then let me repay you in advance." She leaned in, and kissed Genji on the lips. He closed his eyes.

His first kiss.

When he reopened his eyes, a different scene had manifested before him. He looked down at himself. He was older. Taller too. He wore a long, black gown. He looked up. A throng of cheering parents raved back at him. Camera flashes blinding him. This was his graduation day. He was on stage, in line to receive his diploma. Up ahead of him was Kimiko. She had dyed her hair with highlights, now sporting an exciting blonde streak. She looked back at him, and teasingly stuck her tongue out at him. Genji returned the gesture.

In the crowd, he spotted Hanzo, his father, and his mother. Hanzo was older as well. He had grown a razor thin moustache, and his chin was covered in stubble. His older brother excitedly gave him a thumbs up. He looked to his father. Weary, grey-haired, yet the old lion stood proudly, arms crossed, with a pleased look on his face. His father gave him a solemn nod of approval.

Genji then spotted his mother. She waved frantically, her eyes red from crying, a large smile plastered on her face. Genji choked up once he remembered that this was the last time he saw his mother. In two days time, she would meet her end at the hands of a drunk driver. A pang of guilt penetrated Genji's heart like an arrow. Why hadn't he called her more often? Why hadn't he hugged her more? Tears ran down his face as his mother smiled beamingly at him. He would never have another chance to see her again.

He stepped off the stage. This one was too painful.

The scene changed as a final memory entered Genji's mind. He looked around. He was now covered entirely in steel. He touched his face. There was his helmet. He recognised the familiar orange walls.

Watchpoint Gibraltar.

"Genji? Can I help you?"

A familiar, angelic voice beckoned him. He already knew who it was.

As he turned to face her and relive another painful memory, he found himself whisked right back to the town square. Zenyatta was finishing his lesson.

"…and just a reminder, the merchants come in this Sunday, so write down everything you need. Let's not waste the poor men's time like the last time they came here." A few members of the mass snickered.

"And so concludes today's lesson. I hope each and every one of you learned something new today. Have a blessed day, my children. Walk in harmony." As the villagers got up to leave, the orbs that had surrounded them zipped back into place, forming a perfect ring around Zenyatta's neck. Hasita jumped out of Genji's lap and raced back to her mother.

As Genji watched villagers take turns bowing to and shaking the hand of Zenyatta, his mind raced. He wanted to see more. He needed to see more. Genji had to recover what he had left behind all those years ago.

He waited until the last man had finished shaking Zenyatta's hand, and then confronted the omnic.

"Ah, Genji." Zenyatta turned to him. "So, did you enjoy the lesson?" the monk asked.

He said nothing. Instead, he dropped to his knees and prostrated himself before the omnic, his body trembling. His voice wavered, but Zenyatta heard him clearly.

"Please accept me as your disciple. I wish to join the Shambali."

"Master."

—

I promised I didn't cry writing Genji's flashbacks.

If you're interested in seeing Genji's room, go here - r/Overwatch/comments/484i5q/genjis_room_in_nepal/

This chapter's a little longer than the first two, but I really have to squeeze in everything before we get to the whole Zenyatta-teaching-Genji stuff. More Zenyatta-teaching-Genji in the next chapter.