Hanzo crossed his arms over his chest and watched his brother. It seemed like Genji did not have to make any sort of effort at all in the action. His aim seemed better and the arm he used to throw seemed to work more like a gun reloading than anything human. It bothered him. Genji had always been talented. He shouldn't need such things to help him.

Then again, he used specialized arrows. He could hardly throw stones about technological enhancements.

"You're still worried about that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Whether women find you pretty or not?"

Genji had a string of girlfriends and one night stands when he was younger. He had assumed as a cyborg that Genji would no longer care about those sorts of things. Omnics could love according to them. Perhaps he assumed too much when it came to the changes in Genji.