#(literally Hanzo/Scorpion rewrote the concept of 'surreptitious ninja' and said FUCK IT)

[sasorikigai]

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▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || The dust of his excruciating pain, the accrued onslaught of grief-induced wrath and vengeance had long settled, along with all-destructive firestorm of his emotions. Maybe they were like the last faint ray of sunset of the past, lest the remnants of such may curl into his murky, impervious thoughts of familiar despair and trials. Even as Hanzo Hasashi of the past, his emotional maelstrom drifted him back into obscurity, shutting the mouth of truth which retracted his purity and goodness if they were not sabotaged already by the blitzkrieg of the unstable world in continuous battle. Before he wielded hellfire as his weapon, Hanzo Hasashi manifested himself as the fire that burns throughout the night, becoming towering inferno that would keep Shirai Ryu of fright and destruction, before the abused spark of his deep torment and grief of witnessing the slaughtered decimation of his clan. 

He would refuse to become a choked life held within the confines of ubiquitously defined profession of shinobi. How could Hanzo Hasashi ever subdue or wane a burning power of elemental might, when he was meant to stand tall in his fight, in the rapturous fire’s hearth uncontainable? He refuses to be waned, for Scorpion, who have surrendered his humanity and contained beneath Quan Chi’s evil sorcery, in strain and further strain, only lived through the vile plague of meaningless nonexistence. Grandmaster Hasashi has a million and one feelings endlessly rising, for he defiantly fights to conquer the deserted landscape of barren destruction, as passion burns through the fierce blaze of a Phoenix forged from ashes and detritus of his literal and metaphorical destruction. 

“In the way embers desire fiber and fire desires fuel, like chaos craving cirtue, wreaking that which yearns to be destroyed, I would rather come alight with the spark of brazen creation that is my purified hellfire, to defiantly change and challenge the prospect of evil,” how Hanzo looks at his beloved with such wanton intensity, as if his sarcasm was that which he needed to simply exist. 

There may be a certain rawness about Hanzo Hasashi that many wouldn’t even dare try to understand; except Kuai Liang. For he is the chaos in the brewing wind and fire across the sky, and not everyone can appreciate the beauty of a storm. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed, and through the lightly-leashed blaze of his kunai, would he annihilate every rippled wave of tumultuous past memories by macerating the fabrications brought forth by the New Era. “After all, fire is not meant to be suffocated nor subdued; like a scorching sun, I was meant to be the permutations of burning. For I am not a creature that was born. War is my fevered, raving dance once shamed by the absence of my humanity, and once my desires hurled itself once again into resurrection into fire, the flames’ relentless craving became ceaseless.”  ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||