Emily was sitting in her room, holding Scraps softly. Mia still hadn't repaired him yet, but she had promised she would. It wasn't like Emily had any shortage of stuffed toys to choose from for comfort, but Scraps was just the first one that had come to hand. Mike came into the room, seeing her sitting on her bed, and came across, sitting next to her.

"Emily, I know you feel badly." Mike said softly. "Just..."

"I can't believe how horrible I've been." She muttered. "I didn't mean to be, I really was only teasing her..."

"Emily, we know that. For what it's worth, I'm sure Serena knows that too." Mike assured her. "We know how much you love having her here; it's been obvious since the moment she arrived."

"I can't imagine how she's feeling." Emily told him. "I mean, when I was crushing on you, even when I couldn't even imagine that I had a shot with you, I knew we were both here for the long haul. I knew I'd see you every day."

"Emily..."

"When Ji benched you, when he sent you away to Blue Bay Harbour, I know it was only a couple of days, but I could hardly bear to think you might not be back."

She looked up to him regretfully.

"If he goes back to Japan, she'll probably never see him again." Emily said, her lip starting to tremble a little. Mike just pulled her in, hugging her tightly. "She was there for me when I was getting picked on, and now that she needs me, I'm just picking on her. I'm no better than all those kids at school..."

"Emily, you are a million times better than them!" Mike assured her, pulling her away from him to look into her eyes. "They aren't fit to be on the same planet as you. What they did was cruel and malicious. They wanted to bring you down because they knew you were better than them."

"But..."

"Emily, I will NEVER let you believe for one second that you have anything in common with them!" Mike told her. "You may not have thought through what you were saying to Serena or how it made her feel, but you didn't mean to make her feel badly. You love her, and you would never do anything to hurt her. Those kids wanted to hurt you, to bring you down to their level because they were miserable and spiteful."

"I still hurt her though." Emily told him.

"The difference is that you feel badly about it." Mike told her with a bright smile. "And now you know, I'm sure you'll do everything you can to make it up to her."

Emily just leaned into him, at which Mike held her softly.

"I love you Mike." She told him. He smiled as he heard this.

"I love you too." He said in response. Just then, through the door, Emily saw Antonio moving around. She knew that he was moving his stuff to the dojo, but he should have been finished by now. Instead, he seemed to be skulking about, looking like he was looking for something.

"Mike, what's Antonio doing?" Emily asked him. As Mike turned over, Antonio noticed that he could be seen and moved on. Mike just shrugged.

"Who cares?" He asked him. "Maybe he's planning on accusing Scraps next."

Back in Japan, Ji was closely inspecting the barred wall on the one side of the vault's forge chamber. Daijiro just watched him working frantically.

"This vault has held for centuries." He reminded Ji. "I have had all this time to enhance the enchantments holding it. Are you really arrogant enough to believe you can undo my work?"

"I am leaving this place. The Rangers need me." Ji told his ancestor. "If you will not help, then kindly do not occupy my thoughts."

"The Rangers do not need you." He sneered. "They have been doing just fine without our clan for centuries. Indeed, the one time we did join them, you know what happened."

Ji turned to glare at him hatefully.

"I am NOTHING like Genkei!" Ji snapped.

"You have no idea how much I have feared that you would be the one to damn the last of our bloodline." Daijiro told him. He grabbed Ji's head, sending a warm surge through him, and once more he was taken to the distant past.

Hirohito was in his private chambers, talking with his son, Chokichi. He was a tall, handsome young man, with dark hair, and as-yet flawless skin. He had much the same build as his father, and was regarded by many to be one of the finest swordsmen in the land. As the first son of Hirohito, and so the heir to his title and lands, he also had no shortage of suitors, being easily the most sought-after match for other noble families aiming to arrange their daughters into marriage.

"Ah Daijiro, you have arrived." Hirohito called out. "Chokichi, would you be so kind as to grant us some privacy?"

Chokichi bowed respectfully to his father, and then to Daijiro, both of whom returned the gesture. Daijiro looked to Hirohito, who gestured to him to sit. He did so as his lord poured them both some Saki from his private reserve.

"You sent for me my lord." Daijiro said, looking somewhat uncomfortable in his presence for once.

"Did you do as I asked?" Hirohito asked him.

"I told no-one that you summoned me." Daijiro replied. "As per your instructions, I did not even tell Genkei."

"As you know, since you created these," Hirohito continued, showing him his paintbrush Samuraizer, "the war has turned greatly in our favour."

"Indeed my lord." Daijiro answered. Since he had created them, the war had indeed swung more in favour of the Noble clans. Many Nighlock had been sent to The Dark Zone, Moogers no longer ran rampant across the land, and the armies of the Nighlock King had all but retreated into the Netherworld. They still made incursions, but they were much less frequent, and that allowed them to rebuild their empires.

The morphers allowed the nobles to harness powers that were inconceivable before, and verging on the miraculous. The Green Samurai had in a single year allowed the farmers to produce crops that had ended years of lean times. The Yellow Samurai had opened roads that had long been sealed, and the Blue Samurai had brought forth tides that filled the rivers ending any threat of drought. The ships sailing under winds provided by the Pink Samurai had allowed almost a decade of trade to be done in a few months, and now the fleets no longer needed that assistance. The lands were more than just back to normal. They were now thriving like no one could ever have believed to be possible.

"I am honoured that I could have been a part of this my lord." Daijiro told him.

"Daijiro, I had a dream last night." Hirohito told him. "A vision came to me, one of a weapon of incredible power. In my dream it ended the war with the Nighlock King forever."

Outside, Genkei was making his way to Hirohito's chambers, smiling cheerfully. He had every intention of making a proposition to Hirohito, his oldest and dearest friend. Of all the nobles in Japan, he was the only one that had not offered his daughter's hand to Chokichi. He would never use his friendship with Hirohito to influence such an important decision, and he loved his daughter so much that he wanted her to marry someone she thought well of. However, he was overjoyed when she told him that she had an eye for Chokichi. As he got closer though, he could see that the door was closed, and he could hear his brother's voice on the other side. He did not know that Daijiro had been summoned to his chambers. He knew he shouldn't, but he listened in.

"My lord, I am no expert on dreams." Daijiro responded cautiously. He dare not speak ill in front of his Shogun. "I am not certain..."

Hirohito laid some parchment on the table between them. It contained a sketch, the likes of which Daijiro had never seen. It depicted a smooth, slender box, bearing the Shiba Family Crest. Surrounding it were images of the Zords that had been in the service of the Noble Clans since the beginning of the war. Kanji writings indicated what he intended.

"This was my dream." Hirohito told him. He picked up a small, wooden tea box. He showed it to him. "It was this size, smooth, and pitch black, but its modest appearance housed inconceivable power."

"My Lord, this design...it came to you in a dream?" Daijiro asked him. "If this can be accomplished...uniting the Symbol Powers?"

"I needed to hear it from you." Hirohito told him. "Is it possible?"

"I...I don't know." Daijiro replied. "The design looks sound, and the incantations...it would be by far the most complicated thing ever attempted, but...I think it may be possible."

Hirohito pounded the table, the excitement evident on his face.

"My lord, if I may...why are you showing me?" Daijiro asked him. "Why have you not told the other nobles?"

"I did not wish them to get their hopes up." Hirohito answered honestly. "We will tell them once we have the weapon completed."

"Then my brother..."

"Daijiro, I entrust this task to you for a reason." Hirohito interrupted him flatly. "You are by far the greatest creator of weapons in the land."

"But my brother..."

"He is my oldest and most trusted friend, so I would never say this to him, but you and I both know that his skill does not match yours." Hirohito stated. "His skill with wielding a sword may have earned him the position on my army, but you will always be the superior smith."

Daijiro smiled as he heard this. Genkei had always overshadowed him. Between the fact he was the first son, and his position in the court, Genkei was the one everyone always celebrated. It felt good to have something that he was recognised for other than being Genkei's brother.

Outside though, Genkei had heard the whole conversation. He could not believe his best friend could speak about him as such. He was indeed a skilled warrior, but like most of his family, he prided himself on his skill as an artisan and smith. He had created his own weapons and creations of great renown. If the Shogun wanted help to create a weapon, why would he not come to him? He was always the one Hirohito trusted with everything. They had grown up together, they were virtually brothers!

"Take these." Hirohito said, gathering up his sketches and handing them to Daijiro. "Please, tell no one of this. Until we know if it can work, there is no sense in creating false hope."

Daijiro took the sketches, and stuffed them inside his robe, bowing to his shogun. As he got to the door, he opened it, finding Genkei on the other side. He almost jumped out of his skin.

"Genkei!" Hirohito called out. "Just the man I wanted to see!"

"My lord?" Genkei asked as Daijiro left. He hurried down the hall, his hand still on the sketches his Shogun had entrusted him with. It was the greatest honour he had ever been bestowed, little did he know then what it would begin.

Ji staggered back as he was brought back to the present.

"Your brother heard that?" Ji asked him. He had heard the stories of the great betrayal of his clan, but very little was genuinely known about the circumstances surrounding the event.

"My brother was a proud man." Daijiro told him. "It is a pride that led to his downfall."

Meanwhile, back in the Shiba House, Antonio went back to the dojo, and opened up his laptop. He had spent a long time moving his stuff into the dojo, so much that he had missed dinner, but Mia had said she would leave him some leftovers to heat up.

Booting it up, he plugged in a dongle, starting up a programme.

"Alright then, let's see this footage." He said to himself. He hacked into the computer in the main lounge, retrieving the footage Hayley had sent to the e-mail account. He was careful to eliminate all evidence of it as he transferred it to his own computer. If he was wrong, the last thing he wanted was for his friends to know that he had lied to them when he told them he wasn't suspecting Anton's story to be true.

He checked out the footage, and saw exactly what Hayley had promised him. Octoroo and several Moogers attacked the laboratory. He could see Anton sealing himself into one of the labs in panic, but looking around frantically for some way out. His gaze turned back to the door as it started to move, being smashed in from outside. The battering was causing it to fail, and by the looks of it, he could tell it would not be long before the doors were opened.

Eventually, he saw him open a safe, removing a serum from it. There was no audio, but as he saw him cross himself and kiss his crucifix he was begging God for forgiveness. He drank the potion, before falling to the floor. Antonio's eyes grew wide as he watched the transformation, which was completed just before the first Moogers burst through. They fell easily beneath Mezagog's claws, and shortly afterwards, the feed failed.

"Pretty horrific viewing isn't it?" He heard a voice say. His Skype package opened, and he saw a red-haired woman looking at him.

"Hayley Ziktor I presume." He answered. She nodded. "You are good."

"Thanks, but we're not here to discuss how good I am." Hayley told him.

"How's Anton?" Antonio asked her.

"He's safe." Hayley told him. "It'll be a while, but some friends and I have him contained. We're confident we'll be able to remove Mezagog from him for good."

"I'm glad to hear that." Antonio told her. "Well, I told them."

"And?"

"Let's just say I kind of looked like those guys who walk into police stations wearing tinfoil hats complaining aliens are stealing their brainwaves." He sighed. "I did accuse a six-month old of being a burglar, and a potential Nighlock threat."

"Antonio, we're sure Anton's right about this." Hayley stated. "You have to..."

"I'm still going to try and convince them, but I'm going to need something a bit stronger than my word to convince them." He assured her. "Since you have no problem rooting around my systems, you might want to look at the system I'm running now."

Hayley tapped a few keys, and checked out the readout she was getting.

"What...?"

"Someone broke in and searched the Rangers' rooms." He told her. "They didn't find what they were looking for, so my theory is they'll try again. With this system in place, I'll catch them, and we'll have the evidence we need."

"I like it." Hayley complimented him. "Keep me posted if there's anything I can do."

"No doubt you'll know before I do." Antonio told her. "See you round Hayley."

With that, she signed off. Antonio closed over his laptop, and got up.

"Alright, now that's dealt with, time for some leftovers." He said to himself as he got up and headed to the kitchen.