He walked toward the busiest tavern in the city, The Gilded Flagon . Usually, he would enter through the roof. This time, he kicked the front doors open. The music stopped. The drunken patrons stared at the masked man in dark gear.
Hanzo looked at his bright red new cloak, bought with tavern winnings, and grinned. "I’m something better. I’m a ninja who’s done hiding." He walked toward the busiest tavern in the
By midnight, the "Silent Shadow" was the soul of the party. He wasn't just drinking; he was using his mastery of physics and agility to perform death-defying stunts on the rafters for tips. When a group of local thugs tried to shake down the barkeep, Hanzo didn't slip a needle into their necks from the dark. He stood on a table, shouted a battle cry that rattled the windows, and used a decorative fire-poker to dismantle their armor in broad daylight. The music stopped
He realized then that being a "ninja" was a job, but being unseen was a choice. "I’m something better
The heavy oak doors of the Hero’s Sanctuary didn’t just slam; they punctuated the end of Hanzo’s career.
"I want your loudest drink," Hanzo announced, slamming a pouch of gold on the bar. "And I want everyone to know I’m here."