Hanzo didn't know who approached him. There had been countless masked assassins sent after him, year after year. He had eluded or dispatched every single one, many of them hired by the Shimada clan, or joint clans looking to earn favor with his former family. Either way, none of them lasted long, and neither would this one if he was attacked. Usually, they weren't chatty, but there were always a few that wanted to monologue about how they would kill him and deliver his head. Boring.
"Who are you, to question me? You are insignificant." This faceless ninja confronting him certainly had guts, but perhaps they made them a little different here in Vallo. Perhaps he looked just different enough to gain attention, for hunters or mercenaries to stake a claim or a bounty on this Outlander's head.
His hand twitched near his bow, ready to pull it even still. He could have it out in a flash, he could feel Rai ghost around his arm, shimmering just above the surface. She was the dragon most connected to his emotions, the one that could often see and feel things he could not. She was ready, but Arashi was curious. Nosy, Hanzo had even been known to say on his more openly teasing days, of which today was not. "This is not a fight you want, stranger. Go now, and you will not be harmed."