any time hanzo could get some sparring in was a good time for him; he is a perfectionist, aiming to make himself the absolute best he can possibly be. he was groomed that way, after all, and it had become his responsibility a simple habit to keep up with it. although he was no longer the heir to a syndicate, he certainly enjoyed being the best he could be. and hell, the fighting skills came in pretty handy when they needed to.
of course, there was an issue: many other people in the academy aiming to spar were significantly younger than him. young enough to the point where he almost felt bad about fighting with them, even if they both agreed to it. though, pickings were slim, and he felt like he wouldn’t be finding someone his age for quite some time. if he wanted to get in some fighting practice, he’d have to suck it up.
after classes, hanzo would occasionally find himself in the gymnasium for combat training. when it wasn’t booked by a club or a teacher, it was sometimes a nice place to find someone to spar with. and it seemed this visit, he was lucky. as he looked around, a person with... very notable features caught his attention. perhaps it was the multi-colored hair that captured his eye, perhaps it was the scar on his face -- either way, he could tell just from looking at this kid that he wouldn’t necessarily be a cakewalk, if he’d want to fight.
“you,” he called, stepping toward the other. it was pretty rare for the archer to initiate conversation, but he knew he wouldn’t get anywhere if he didn’t here. “care to spar?” the tone of his voice was an odd mix of serious and cocky, and his question wasted no time. he may as well be direct, after all.
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