Genji was already enjoying his first few days at the academy. He had arrived without knowing much about where he was headed, including what his position at the school would be. Of course, he hadn’t thrown himself in completely blind. There were certain classes he had applied to teach, but the only thing he was told was that he would be welcome on campus for as long as he would like. It was a truly kind offer, but the ninja couldn’t help but be a bit wary. The place had been shrouded in mystery in the beginning. That however, passed rather quickly. He allowed himself to become acquainted with the school, and came to the conclusion that he would have loved to attend such a place as a student when he was younger. He would have been right at home, as there was a mix of studying various topics and socializing. Instead of being expected to only focus on getting stronger, they could freely roam as they wished. If only he had gotten such freedom! The truth was he WAS given all of that freedom and more growing up, but the repercussions were harsh. At first he had gotten away with whatever he had wanted. After all, he was the youngest son and a skilled warrior. His father was fine with protecting him from anything, despite how easily he managed to greatly irritate almost every person in his former clan. His father’s passing must have been the very last straw. Was daring to follow a new path really so terrible? His punishment for choosing to go a different way? Death. By the hands of his brother. If only Hanzo could see him now. If only he could see what his once cheery little brother had become.Â
This was all in the past, and he refused to be chained by it. He had made up his mind, but he experienced an emotion that he hadn’t in a long while once learning of his teaching assignment. Anger. The name next to his on the list of Japanese history teachers was very clear: Hanzo Shimada. Just seeing the name of his brother filled him with rage. However, he quickly collected himself. This, was just a new start for them. As fate would have it, he spotted his older, and only brother sitting nearby. Instead of being careful with his approach, he decided to simply go over and speak.
“You are Hanzo?” He’d grown some facial hair. He’d done some growing up, it seemed. This was still Hanzo though, despite the small changes that had come with getting older. His only problem was with the many ways this reunion could go..
