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brigneyspears · 4 months

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"First Snow"

Synopsis: Kiriko & Sakura find something unexpected when raiding a Hashimoto weapons cache. a/n: Here's the second short story in my series featuring some of my favourite Overwatch heroes. This one was really fun to write, and came to me quite quickly when the idea popped into my head yesterday. Enjoy :)

“You sure about this?” Sakura asked, as she and Kiriko made their way down one of the many, winding back alleys of Kanezaka. Kiriko smirked, turning to face Sakura.

“Come on, what’s the worst that could happen? Hmm?” She asked, twirling a kunai playfully between her fingers. Sakura sighed and rolled her eyes, she found Kiriko’s nonchalance difficult to reckon with sometimes. She often wondered how so much bravado could fit into such a tiny person. But still, Kiriko’s confidence was as inspiring as it was, at times, frustrating.

“Oh… I don’t know, we could get shot. Or captured. Or both.” Sakura responded, snatching the kunai from Kiriko’s fingers and smirking herself. Kiriko just laughed.

“Now, now… We’ll be fine. How many times have we done this now?” She asked, taking the kunai back and sheathing it back into the strap on her leg.

“That’s not the point. We’ve never done anything just the two of us before…” Sakura says, anxiously fiddling with the seam of her shirt. “The others aren’t around tonight, but I don’t know why we couldn’t have waited.”

“The Hashimoto don’t wait. We don’t have the time to be patient, we need to keep on hitting them where it hurts.” Kiriko says, adjusting her headband. Sakura doesn’t say anything. Her nerves are worse than usual tonight, for obvious reasons. She’s a firm believer in strength in numbers, and their army of two didn’t feel nearly as strong as their usual six. Kiriko insisted that they do this tonight, their latest attempt at messing with the Hashimoto. The plan is to hit what is believed to be a weapons cache, down the street from the mall. It’s housed in a fairly small, garage of sorts. Not the usual Hashimoto hiding place, as Sakura had observed when they drew up the plan. But, if Nobuto’s intel was good, this would hinder the Hashimoto a fair amount.

“Here we are” Kiriko says, slapping her hand against the metal grate separating them from the supposed-weapons cache.

“Well, if there are any Hashimoto guards in there, at least they know we’re here.” Sakura says, narrowing her eyes and nudging Kiriko gently. Kiriko gives her a look that says “you’re probably right.” But she’d never admit it out loud.

“Well, I’m going in. See you on the other side.” Kiriko says with a wink, before putting her hands together and disappearing into thin air. Sakura was still getting used to Kiriko’s unique abilities, every time she teleported was usually just as shocking as the last. She hoped she would grow more accustomed to it, eventually. A few seconds, two bumps and approximately three exasperated grunts from Kiriko later… The grate slides up and Sakura enters the garage. It’s stacked wall to wall with wooden boxes, all of them sealed. Some of the stacks taller than both of the young women that have broken in.

“Well, well, well… let’s crack these babies open.” Kiriko says, plucking a kunai from the band on her leg and prying a box open. She looks surprised for a moment, then confused.

“What is it?” Sakura asks, leaning in closer to get a proper look.

“It’s just letters… hundreds of letters. None of them opened.” Kiriko says, picking out a handful of envelopes and flicking through the names. All citizens of Kanezaka.

“So… this isn’t a weapons cache?” Sakura asks, opening another box and finding the same as Kiriko. Hundreds more letters.

“Doesn’t look like it. Must be mail that the Hashimoto have intercepted, but why? It can’t all be suspicious. There’s probably thousands of letters in here.” Kiriko says, opening box after box and finding more of the same.

“Just another way for them to control us, I guess. They probably do it just because they can.” Sakura kicked a box out of frustration. She couldn’t help but conjure up imagery of the Hashimoto opening intercepted letters, laughing to themselves that they’d never make it to their destinations. Just another way of knocking the citizens of Kanezaka down.

“Wouldn’t surprise me. Ugh… I don’t even know what to do with these. Guns, that’s one thing. But this… I….” Kiriko trails off, removing her headband and rubbing her forehead as if it might make her think a little harder.

“Well, how about we take what we can tonight, then come back tomorrow with the others? We could try and figure out a way to get these letters to the right people. I know it’s not the same as stealing weapons from the Hashimoto, but it’ll still get under their skin. People have a right to know about this.” Sakura says, picking up two boxes, blowing some hair off of her face as she does.

“Yeah, let’s do that.” Kiriko says, as she picks up a box. Just as she’s about to pick up a second, she notices a box in the far corner. She can’t quite put her finger on why, but she feels like she has to pick this box up. So she does. Trusting her instinct has become something of a second nature, for better or worse.

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Once she was home, Kiriko took the boxes of letters straight up to her room. She emptied their contents onto her bed and began sifting through them, hoping that her Mother wouldn’t burst in and wonder what on earth she was doing. She looked frantically for her name, or her mother’s, hoping that there may be a letter for them. It’s been 8 years since her father was taken from them, and forced to serve the Hashimoto. Besides the kunai he forged just for her, Kiriko hadn’t received any communication from him. She didn’t understand how that would’ve been allowed by the Hashimoto, but any potential letters weren’t. Like most of the Hashimoto’s decisions, it didn’t make any sense. But all thoughts of the Hashimoto dissipated as she saw the unmistakable handwriting of her father. The letter is addressed to her.

“Dad…” Kiriko says to herself quietly, gently tracing her fingers over his writing. She held it in her hands for a moment, unsure of whether she should open it. Even the envelope itself felt precious. Her father had touched this, written on it. Held it. After so many years of little contact, this wasn’t just a letter from a father to his daughter. It was Kiriko’s most prized possession. Kiriko shook her head, before delicately tearing open the envelope and removing the letter. She unfolded it, took a deep breath and began to read.

My dearest Kiriko,

I am writing to you from what was once Shimada Castle, a place both you and I know very well. Although it is unrecognisable from the glory years of the Shimada clans rule, there are… echoes of its former masters, if you know what to look for. From my window I can see that the first snow is arriving, and is sure to decorate Kanezaka much like it did the day that I was taken from you. I have many regrets about that day, but my greatest is that I did not get to speak to you. Your mother insisted we hide you with your grandmother, at least until you were older, and I don’t blame her for that. But still, it has been a heavy weight to carry all these years. Second only to the one that hangs so heavily around my heart - that I am unable to watch you grow into the resilient, capable young woman I know you will become. I hope, by the grace of the fox spirit, that this letter will find its way to you. Although, if my previous correspondence is anything to go by, I’m not sure that it will.

There is so much I wish to say. But, as lights out is drawing near, I will try to keep it as concise as I possibly can. As I’m sure you remember, I have a tendency to ramble. So, please, forgive me if I do that here. Kiriko, if our family were a map of the stars, you would be the brightest one of all. Your grandmother knew this, and so does your mother, even if it may not always seem that way. When you were born, your grandmother held you in her arms and told us that you were special in ways that none of us could imagine. I like to believe that she was right. And although I cannot be by your side, and see her words come true, know that I am always with you. Kanezaka is in safe hands with your generation, that much I believe in. No matter what the Hashimoto may have planned for our city, I have faith that one day, with a flick of the kitsune’s tail, our luck will change - for the better.

The time for lights out has come. I hate to end here, but I don’t want to give my captors any excuse to single me out. My dear Kiriko, you are my life. I can’t wait until the day that we reunite… What a glorious day that will be. Until then, know that I think of you every day. I hope you will enjoy the kunai I sent to your mother, if you’ve kept up your training, of course.

All my love,

Your father.

Kiriko had been so engrossed in her father’s letter she hadn’t even noticed the many tears gently falling down her face. She let out a small sob and clutched the letter close to her chest. As she let herself cry for a moment, she felt like that thirteen year old girl all over again. The girl whose father was taken from her. Kiriko set the letter back down on her bed, gently ironing out the creases she made when she held it to her chest. As she wiped her eyes and let out a deep sigh, she felt a a familiar sensation of warmth wash over her. She opened her eyes, and at the foot of her bed was the fox spirit. The one that has been guiding her, the same one that guided her grandmother.

“You’re back. It’s… it’s been a while since I’ve seen you.” Kiriko said, wiping her eyes again and sitting up a little. Each time she saw the fox spirit up close, she wondered if it would be the last. The fox cocked its head, sizing Kiriko up. It appeared, much like Sakura, that even the fox spirit was used to Kiriko’s confident disposition. The spirit took a few steps towards Kiriko, taking a moment to sniff the letter from Kiriko’s father. It did a sort of playful hop when it realised what it was, clearly thrilled that the letter had found its way to Kiriko.

“Heh. A little late, but at least it got here, right?” Kiriko said quietly, the fox spirit did another playful hop and moved closer to Kiriko, before gently curling up in her lap. She began to run her fingers through its fur. Despite its ghostly appearance, it really didn’t feel any different to when Nobuto’s mother’s cat would sit on her lap. Kiriko leant back slightly, settling against her pillows and absentmindedly stroking the fox spirit that lay in her lap. Her gaze drifted from the fox, to her father’s letter and then to her bedroom window. It was hard to make out, but from the dim glow of the street light outside she could just about see that snow was starting to fall.

“The first snow…” Kiriko whispered to herself, as tears began to form in her eyes once again. It had been a long time since she saw her father, but tonight, as the first snow of Winter fell on Kanezaka again, she had never felt so close to him.

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overwatch-archive · 2 years

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Yōkai

Author: Christie Golden Artist: Hammling

Autumn, with its gift of crisp evenings and red maple leaves, was not yet here, but Kanezaka's weeklong eponymous End of Summer Festival heralded its arrival. The festival's grand finale, a display of dazzling fireworks that had been consistently spectacular for hundreds of years, always made Kiriko Kamori a little wistful. As her mother had taught the sons of clan leader Sojiro Shimada the Art of the Sword, and Kiriko's father had forged those blades himself, Kiriko had been a not-infrequent visitor at Shimada Castle. She had spent many years of her childhood staring in awe at the near-magical explosions of color from the castle’s balcony. And standing by her side had been Shimada's sons: Hanzo, looking ever forward into a future filled with duty; and Genji, who often filched sweets for her when the Shimada's many servants weren't looking. "The finest view in the city," the eldest Shimada had once stated, and it was no exaggeration.

But that was a long time ago. The Shimada were some ten years gone now, and their castle had a new occupant.

"I always wish these fireworks weren't the last of the year," Kiriko admitted as she, Ryōta, Nobuto, and Sakura joined the crowd heading back to town.

"Who knows? Maybe they aren't," Ryōta said, smirking. Ryōta was a busboy at Gozan Ramen. It wasn't the best job, but it helped him listen in on some interesting conversations. All the information he gleaned was being put to good (if slightly illegal) use by Ryōta and his friends, who had decided to push back against the criminal organization that had terrorized Kanezaka ever since the Shimada fell from power.

It hadn't taken long for the Hashimoto to swoop in and fill the power vacuum that the Shimada left behind. In the decade since, their stranglehold on the region had only continued to grow.

The Hashimoto's yen was as dirty as it got, obtained from dealing in contraband and other even more unsavory things. The hospital always had several patients who'd "fallen" after crossing paths with them. Tourists were told that the town closed up early because of tradition. In reality, it wasn't safe after dark in Kanezaka, not since the Hashimoto had moved in.

Ryōta and his friends could barely consider themselves more than vandals, but Kiriko knew their hearts—and their anger—were in the right place. The smaller gang had sprayed graffiti, broken windows at Hashimoto strongholds, and once, when they had felt very daring, robbed Tora no Sumika, the Hashimoto bar, a not-so-secret black market stop the Hashimoto had appropriated for their own use from a local family.

One of these days, Ryōta vowed, he and his friends would strike. Hard.

Kiriko believed him. All they needed was the chance, and it came sooner than Kiriko imagined.

Ryōta had learned from Nobuto that a weapons shipment was coming into the nearest port in two days. Sakura informed the gang that she had just visited her uncle, who unloaded cargo at the warehouses, and had pretended to avert her eyes when he'd entered the code for the main gates. The weapons shipment would stay overnight and be out of their reach in the morning. They only had one shot.

Kiriko, Ryōta, Nobuto, and Sakura snuck up to the gates of the yard unchallenged, though Kiriko kept a sharp eye out. The code worked like a charm, but as the gates opened, the moonless night was abruptly flooded with harsh, bright light.

"Which bay is the target in?" Kiriko asked.

"Number six-seven-five," said Ryōta. "Sakura has a code for it too. But first we have to kill these lights."

"Or get rid of the cameras." Kiriko lifted a pair of kunai and twirled them about casually, then pointed one at the top of a building.

The gang exchanged relieved smiles. They knew what she could do.

"Perfect," Ryōta said. "Take them out, Kiriko. We'll head for the bay and have it open when you return."

The group split up, moving quickly but being wise enough to seek what shadows they could. Kiriko closed her eyes and focused.

Fox Spirit, guide me.

She sensed warmth and affection, soft as the brush of a tail, and an image formed in her mind. She opened her eyes.

The Fox Spirit had answered.

Ethereal, softly radiant, the glowing figure stood atop the nearest building, beautiful as moonlight, bowing to Kiriko and inviting her to play.

Kiriko grinned and bowed in turn. She leaped at the wall, climbing with grace and speed to discover the spirit was already bounding along the roof. Kiriko followed, her gaze flitting about for security cameras, her hands reaching for her kunai, throwing with speed and precision. One camera sputtered, crackled, flashed, and went dark. The Fox Spirit sprang off the building, floating down gently, while Kiriko teleported two meters ahead of where the spirit would land.

The race was on. They ran between the outbuildings, Kiriko whipping blade after blade at the cameras until none were left. The spirit turned a corner, and Kiriko felt her energy change.

The Fox Spirit no longer appeared as a playful kit but something otherworldly, impossible, yet terrifyingly real. A trio of Hashimoto guards stood beside a door to the warehouse. Kiriko put her mother's training to work, taking on two of the Hashimoto guards. She knocked one out with the hilt of her kunai and the second by a precise, well-timed elbow to the temple. When she struck the third's weapon from his hand, he surprised her by standing his ground and attempting to grab her. Kiriko seized his outstretched arm and yanked him forward, ducking and slamming his midsection with her shoulder, and finally flinging him to the pavement. He was out cold.

Kiriko dragged them inside the warehouse and locked them in a custodian's closet, then teleported to the roof of the nearest building, scanning the area for other threats. Below, her friends had almost reached the bay, but Kiriko could see what they couldn't: another Hashimoto guard, headed in their direction.

Kiriko dashed lightly toward them as Sakura opened the door to the cargo bay they were after. Pleased with herself, the teenager stepped back.

Kiriko delivered well-placed blows to the pursuing guard's stomach and then neck, knocking him out. He fell to the ground with a thud, inches from her friend.

"Perfect timing," Nobuto told Kiriko.

Everyone's attention turned to the cargo. The crates were easy to locate—marked with the same stylized tiger-head emblem as the Hashimoto-controlled bar—but the shipment was also heavy and awkward. Still, the group managed, and Ryōta, who had come up with this plan, was given the honor of opening the first crate. As expected, it was packed with guns, and everyone gazed solemnly at the array of weapons.

Kiriko moved to push a crate toward the bay. The Hashimoto would be unlikely to search for them beneath the murky waters.

Ryōta grabbed her forearm. "Hang on. I said you'd see more fireworks this year." He opened his backpack.

Kiriko stared at its contents.

"So you did," she said quietly.

"We've been stockpiling fireworks all summer, waiting for a chance like this. I've made timers for them too, so no risk. Can you imagine the blast? This'll show those bastards who they're messing with!"

"Yes," Kiriko said. "It will."

At the coldness in her voice, Ryōta's smile faded. "What's wrong?"

"Listen, before we do this, I want to tell you a story I heard from Sojiro Shimada himself; he told it to me and his sons, Hanzo and Genji, one night after the End of Summer Festival."

Ryōta, Nobuto, and Sakura were younger than her, too young to remember the centuries-old bond the Shimada clan had formed with the people of Kanezaka. Centuries ago, the villagers supplied Shimada soldiers with the rice that kept them fighting and grew the famous Shimada peach, a source of pride for the clan. The Shimada understood how their strength came from the close relationship they had with the people of Kanezaka. They took from their people, yes, but the Shimada had learned a lesson the Hashimoto had not: as the rice fields and peach trees needed care to flourish, so would the clan flourish by caring for Kanezaka.

Sakura frowned. "Is now really the time—?"

"Yes."

Kiriko could see that this fledgling gang was poised to take the first step down a dark path, and she knew she had to stop them. Now. And, possibly, give them a different road to walk.

"A long time ago, Kanezaka was preparing to hold the End of Summer Festival. Each night, nearly everyone would leave their homes to watch the grand display of fireworks by the river on the outskirts of the village.

"A rival clan in the area knew this. And one summer, they came to end the Shimada's rule in Kanezaka . . . and to reduce the city to ash."

Ryōta looked away, as if he knew which way her story was going.

"With everyone distracted, the fires they set would burn unchecked. So the clan torched the peach orchard. Set homes aflame. They even tried to destroy the Fox Shrine. And in a last, despicable gesture, they murdered the guards protecting the huge fireworks and ignited the building.

"It's said the explosion was at once the most beautiful and the most horrifying thing that anyone had ever seen. Smoke and fire, colors and sparks—everywhere."

"But . . . why?" asked Sakura. "Just to get at the Shimada?"

Kiriko nodded. "They knew the Shimada were the only ones powerful enough to stand against them, and they wanted to take everything their rival had: their organization, their castle, and Kanezaka itself. The attack was meant to weaken and demoralize the Shimada. The townspeople were just collateral damage to them."

The friends all stared at the ground.

Good. This was something they needed to understand if they were to achieve their goal the right way.

"The clan assumed the Shimada thought like they did. There was nothing in Kanezaka that was of real value—no artwork or rare goods, just people. They figured the Shimada would send some wagons from the castle to extinguish the fires in the orchards or fields. The crops were important, but those who tended them? Replaceable. The rival clan hid their warriors in the orchards, ready to attack the unsuspecting Shimada.

"That was their mistake. Because the Shimada did not think like they did. The Shimada arrived in Kanezaka with twenty wagons of huge water jars, food from their own storage, medical supplies, and doctors. Shimada's heirs were even sent to coordinate the effort. When the people were tended to, the Shimada warriors and townspeople went to the orchards together, where their united numbers far outstripped the other clan's. They quickly extinguished the fires and made easy work of the intruders."

Kiriko remembered Sojiro speaking to his own children in his calm, serious voice. This is the lesson. This is what a Shimada does. We take care of our people, because they take care of us. When they are hungry, we feed them. When they are hurt, we heal them. And when their city is burning about them, we quench the flames. A leader must be responsible, or else he is nothing more than a parasite.

She turned to Ryōta. "The Hashimoto's idea of how to run Kanezaka is the same. In the past, the Shimada’s rivals used our festival and our fireworks—something we were known for, were proud of . . . something we still love to this day—to show how little we mattered and how powerful they were. Now? The Hashimoto beat up our families, they control our shops, they own our streets."

She regarded Ryōta with compassion. "A blast like this will destroy more than the Hashimoto's guns. You could easily ignite this place, the whole city even. People—our neighbors, our friends—could die."

Ryōta gnawed on his lower lip as he mulled over her words.

"I won't say the Shimada were perfect, especially at the end. But you need to ask yourself what this"—she indicated the bag Ryōta held—"is going to tell the world about who we really are."

Ryōta finally met her eyes. "It’ll tell them that we're strong . . . but also that we're no better than the Hashimoto."

Kiriko nodded. "We shouldn't give the people of Kanezaka more reasons to be afraid. But that doesn't mean we can't frighten the Hashimoto. And I can't think of anything more terrifying than a force that strikes from the shadows, a force with no face, one they can't explain—"

"Like ghosts—Yōkai," Ryōta finished.

The mood shifted in the group, and Kiriko even saw some smiles. In her heart, she sensed the Fox Spirit's approval.

"But for now," Sakura said tentatively, "maybe we take the guns and throw them in the bay?"

Ryōta nodded to his backpack full of pyrotechnics. "What should we do with these?"

Kiriko smiled. "We use them to celebrate our victory."

#source: overwatch media #short story #kiriko kamori #hanzo shimada #genji shimada #sojiro shimada #ryōta #nobuto #sakura #kanezaka #asa yamagami #hashimoto

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sh1kuren · 2 years

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Overwatch 2 | Kiriko Montage | Kanezaka Deathmatch

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #kiriko #overwatch montage #overwatch kiriko #kanezaka #sh1kuren #youtube

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genjishimada · 11 months

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until next time~ 🕯️ a little photoshoot my partner and i did today! ( twtr )

#overwatch #genji shimada #cole cassidy #spuriken #mcgenji #genji x cassidy #cassidy x genji #the last one esp makes me think of them sneaking out to kanezaka and meeting underneath the bridge where they share their first kiss aaaa!!

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hana-blogs · 2 years

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Cute new animatic 🦊

#hana-art #kiriko #overwatch #overwatch 2 #Kiriko Kamori #Protector of kanezaka #Kitsune #animatic #ninja #shinobi #kunoichi

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rotlunatik · 2 years

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Te amo nuevo support que seguro me robaré 😭🙏🏾💕

#my art #kiriko #overwatch #overwatch 2 #kanezaka fox girl

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night-lie · 2 years

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Kanezaka Fox Hero

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #ow2 #gamingedit #overwatch spoilers #self-made gifs #kanezaka fox girl #overwatchedit #overwatch2edit #ow2edit #owedit #Kiriko #Ow kiriko

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punk-63 · 2 years

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#kiriko yamagami #protector of kanezaka #overwatch 2

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tornsurvivors · 2 years

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𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑲𝑶 𝑲𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑰 𝑻𝑨𝑮 𝑫𝑹𝑶𝑷

KIRIKO KAMORI » the protector of kanezaka KIRIKO MUSINGS » draw strength from nature KIRIKO HC » stronger than she looks KIRIKO AES » foxes and doughnuts KIRIKO THREADS » let the kitsune guide you!

#KIRIKO KAMORI » the protector of kanezaka #KIRIKO MUSINGS » draw strength from nature #KIRIKO HC » stronger than she looks #KIRIKO AES » foxes and doughnuts #KIRIKO THREADS » let the kitsune guide you!#tag drop

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addictedtooverwatch · 2 years

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Overwatch 2 Release Date Announcement and Junkerqueen Confirmation

Alright! PlayOverwatch released a video through twitter which shows us more footage and gives us more information about Overwatch 2. In this post I’m going to be discussing what is listed in the tweet, then in another post I will be going through the video as in detail as I can. I’m just doing these separately since I will need a little more time to go through the video.

Free to Play Live Service - There is going to be a Free to Play Live Service coming with OW2. Since the video was more focused on introducing new characters and new cosmetics, we weren’t given specifics about how the free to play service will work, but they will probably discuss it during the Overwatch 2 Reveal Event on June 16th, 2022.

New heroes, maps and modes - We will be getting more characters in OW2. Junkerqueen and the Kanzaka Fox Girl/Character were confirmed in the video. We’ll be getting new maps like the following (note: some of these were in the Beta, some weren’t but based off the video we know they exist): Circuit Royale, Midtown, Rio de Janeiro, Colosseo, New Queen Street, and the unnamed monastery-like map which I believe is in India. We will be getting the new Push mode and will hopefully get at least one other mode to replace 2CP.

New Tank: Junkerqueen - Junkerqueen will be the newest addition to the tank roster. Her weapons seem to be a shotgun and an ax. She also seems to have an ability, which may be her ultimate, that is a mix of Reinhardt’s charge and Orisa’s Javelin Spin.

Overwatch 2 Release Date and the Founder’s Pack - OW2 will be releasing on Windows PC, Xbox Series X|S, Xbox One, PlayStation 5, PlayStation 4, and Nintendo Switch consoles on October 4th. You will be eligible to get the Founder’s Pack if you own Overwatch before June 23rd, 2022 at 11:00 am PDT and to redeem the pack, you need to log into the live game by 12/05/2022 at 11:59 pm PDT. To get more specifics on that, here’s the article I used as reference: https://playoverwatch.com/en-us/news/23814216/.

Here are the two tweets related to what I have written - Main Announcement and Founder’s Pack Tweet. Anyways, that’s all I have for today. I will be working on an analysis of the main announcement’s video, so look out for that. Also, make sure to look out for the Overwatch 2 Reveal Event on June 16th, 2022 at 10am PDT. - Nova.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 news #overwatch 2 #junkerqueen #junker queen #kanezaka fox girl #sombra overwatch #doomfist

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jbeddallart · 2 years

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“Fox Transform” 🦊

This is a little fan Kanezaka Fox girl spray!

I can only hope that we get a hero that transforms into a blue neon fox! (Think Echo but human)

#kanezaka fox girl #kanezaka overwatch #Overwatch #overwatch 2 #ow2 #fox #overwatch fan art #sticker ideas #cute #overwatch fan spray #my art #digital art #procreate #video games #Autistic Artist #british artist #artists on tumblr #Illustration

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overwatch-archive · 2 years

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[CORRESPONDENCE] Post for Toshiro Yamagami

Haikei, Toshiro, beloved husband:

The cherry blossoms are in glorious bloom after a gentle winter, soft clouds of pink against the green trees on the hillside. The season returns me to the winter day when the Hashimoto took you away from us, when snowflakes fell as the petals do now.

Strange that we are so close, yet we can visit you only when our current "masters" wish it. I hope they value your work enough to bring us together soon. Our daughter appreciated your recent gift, though I pray the blades you forge for the Hashimoto aren’t nearly so sharp, that what you craft for them is only equal to their sordid selves.

The forge of Yamagami Blades remains locked up tight, and since we last saw you in the autumn, we have moved into the upper level. It helps us feel close to you in many ways. In other ways, I feel your absence even more keenly. The musical hammering of the hot tamahagane, the song of the steel, is missing from this place. So is your own voice, your singing to the sword as you brushed it with yakibatsuchi, and the crackle of the fire when the blade hit the forge and the hiss as it cooled in the water. Sometimes I think I hear you there, yet it is always only the wind.

But I will not linger here. For as winter leads to spring, let me write a letter of lightness—a warm breeze bearing drifting blossoms. Perhaps it will grant us both a little peace, even as I turn my blade to keep the peace here from shattering altogether.

Many things remain unchanged, of course, in these eight years since your last trip home. You will doubtless be pleased to hear that Ichiko refuses to change the family recipe at Gozan Ramen, and the black garlic oil is as delicious as ever. It was crowded today, as many have come to celebrate the cherry blossoms. Yui’s dog, Mochi, is getting on in years, but his likeness still spins on the sign of the pottery school. Most of our favorite places are kept alive thanks to the tourists who delight in visiting quaint old towns such as ours. They eat ice cream from the cat café and burn their yen at the arcade or the new shopping mall you have yet to behold. Then, happy with their souvenirs, these day visitors skitter back onto the train before nightfall, when the lanterns flicker to life and the Hashimoto pound on closed shop doors, taking their “share” of what is earned by the labor of others and funneling it up to their betters through the aptly named Tora no Sumika.

Shimada Castle still sits high in its place of glory, overlooking our city like a stalwart stone temple awaiting a benevolent deity. You and I know well enough, we two who make and wield the sword, that while their castle was indeed strong stone, the Shimada were no gods, but people—and criminals at that. But the Shimada understood that honor and loyalty forge the strongest bond between ruler and ruled.

Lately, the Shimada have consumed my idle thoughts. They asked much of those who followed them, but they inspired us to give it. And in return, the Shimada clan led with integrity and treated us with respect. As you know, my mother and hers before her were honored to tend the fox shrine far from the clamor of town. But when it was clear my soul longed for the sword and I excelled at kenjutsu, the Shimada chose me over all others as their swordmaster. They knew that Kanezaka was not just the seat of their power, it was their home . . . and ours, too.

But where the Shimada gave, the Hashimoto take. After all, when one has many homes, one has none—and the Hashimoto clan claws at nearly every city in this nation. We are nothing special to them; one day they will drink us dry and move on, leaving us empty and broken. Even now, some twelve years on, I see the mark they have left on our city.

I regret that, even though the old part of Kanezaka appears outwardly unchanged, it has suffered under the cruel hand of the Hashimoto. Our view of the motherly mountain now encompasses the jut and arrogance of skyscrapers and neon, not the warm comfort of wood and wind and stone as it once did.

I stand, as Kanezaka itself does, between the old ways of the mountain and the Shimada and the new, sharp, hard ways of the city and the Hashimoto. We both know that the Hashimoto have you in their “care” not only for your skills, but also to keep me in my place—to ensure that I do not falter in their charge to keep peace in this city, among these people whom I respect so much. I will obey our current masters, for to do anything else will put both you and our friends here at risk.

I had hoped that over time the Hashimoto would grow lazy. That they would see we are an honest people whom they need not oppress.

Not even the most faithful dog could take such a beating without biting back—and the people of Kanezaka are great of heart. We are being worn down. The demands upon the populace are increasing, and tempers are rising. Missed payments are met with more vicious abuses. And now someone has given the Hashimoto further reason for anger.

Over the last few months, shipments of Hashimoto contraband have gone missing. Their men have been badly beaten or robbed when returning from their rounds. Perhaps most boldly of all, messages painted in bright, conspicuous colors have started to appear, though they are quickly painted over.

These fools are not so subtly throwing in-nen at the Hashimoto, and their acts are received as well as you would expect. These vigilantes think to rise strong against a tide of violence. Instead they strike fast—and hide faster—while the good people of Kanezaka take their penance. And so my job—to keep our own people, our friends, in submission—has become both more delicate and more vital with each passing day. There are moments when I can scarce believe the world in which I walk now: You, making beautiful work for undeserving pigs. I, who trained the scions of Sojiro Shimada, forced to turn my swordmaster’s blade against my own. The children of this town, growing to adulthood with only the brutal, thoughtless Hashimoto to determine what is good or bad . . . our daughter among them. It is dangerous in this city now.

I will walk through Kanezaka today not simply to imagine you walking beside me or to greet our neighbors. I have made an offering to take to the Tetsuzan Shrine of my ancestors: A bowl coated with brilliant blue-green yuyaku from the pottery school, into which Ichiko has ladled a splash of dashi. A rice ball from our neighbor. From Kenta, a piece of red bean mochi—our daughter’s favorite. To all this I have added a generous pour of sake. I may have poured a small cup for myself as well.

I will ask the fox spirit for strength to continue this fight and for wisdom for myself and for all of us. Then, after sunset, I will take the sword that you gave me so long ago at our yuino and patrol the streets of this place that both fills my heart and breaks it. I will find these self-appointed “guardians,” who, if not deterred from this path, may be the spark of a misguided and deadly fire that will consume us all.

May you and I both be as your blades are: strong and sharp. Obey the Hashimoto, as I must, and give them the outward show of respect, even if you cannot give true respect a home in your heart.

I will close on the lighter note that I promised and say that I know if you were here you would remind me, “The kitsune can change your luck with a flick of even one of her tails.” May she flick all nine of them and send some much-needed good fortune our way.

Kashiko—

Asa

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