Generations Colliding: the Elderly Hanzo versus Youthful Masago

Two men stood in the middle of a field. The man at the front was older than the other by several decades, his face covered in bandages and his eyes obscured by a single bandana. A can rested in his hand, seemingly the only thing that kept him from falling over in his growing age. The second was the younger of the two, obviously only just old enough to grow facial hair. The younger seemed to be speaking to the elder, gesturing wildly as if he expected the older man to see his movements.

"Lord Hanzo Senju you don't need to do this. You should be relaxing, not fighting children." the younger man said, tapping the elder Hanzo on the shoulder. "I can't let you do this Lord Hanzo, your health is poor as it is, you can't even see."

"Don't tell me what I cannot do... As a member of the Senju clan you can understand what I must do." Hanzo reprimanded, his voice carrying compassion and force. "The young shall inherit the world, if I do not face them then how can we expect them to ever evolve past the older generation? You are still young, you will learn what must be done in time. As for me, I have an obligation to the next generation. You understand, correct?"

"Yes, Lord Hanzo." the younger Senju said, hanging his head before he turned to walk away. "I wish you luck."