The sharp whistle of slicing air. A shuffle of sandalled feet across the training mat. Hah! The impact of blows exchanged. Genji watches from the shadows, unnoticed. He observes the sparring figures, critiquing their technique and admiring their passion. He is particularly captivated by the grace and strength of the user. He finds himself drawn to their skill and ferocity, but struggles with these impulses, reminding himself to maintain focus and discipline. A sudden flurry of motion snaps Genji from his reverie. Genji’s visor glows faintly, synthetic eyes narrowing as he observes the user. So strong. So fierce.