Hanzo wasn't a stupid man. He was an often short-sighted man with prejudices built-in from past experience, but he wasn't stupid. His eyes narrowed even further, and he took a step back, abruptly. It almost caused him to stumble, to lose his footing or his grip on reality - both were likely at this point.
No. He said the word over and over to himself, in his brain, as he stared at this man across from him. Every single year following Genji's death, Hanzo snuck (or murdered, depending on how many guards were posted) into the Shimada fortress to grieve his brother, and to reflect on his own mistakes. He had regrets, and they were many, about his life and his choices.
Genji had not deserved the execution his own brother had put forth, but Hanzo had been certain it had been an execution.
His hand dropped away from his bow, and he stared, unable to breathe. "What is this sorcery? This magic?"