(Cue: "My Immortal" by Evanescense)
Location: Tokyo, Japan
It cuts to Shinjirou Yozora, AKA Blade the Blue Shark, the resident samurai warrior of the Pirates of the Blue Trident facing a gravestone with a picture of a baby Blade with two other sharks.
"Hi, Ma. Hi, Pop." said Blade in a soft voice, sounding as if he's about to cry "How's things? I hope you guys are smiling at me from up in Heaven. I just want you to know that I miss you and Shunichiro so goddamn much."
"Blade?" said a voice similar to Korra from Avatar: The Legend Of Korra as Claire the Orca arrived
"Claire, what are you doing in Japan?" said Blade, wondering what his big-sister figure was doing in his home country.
"Katie told me I'd find you here in Tokyo." said Claire
"Claire, there's something you should know..." said Blade "My father was a master swordsman and a powerful samurai known as the Blue Dragon God, but he was killed by an enemy in battle, and his severed head was put on display. My mother was forced to sell her virginity in a brothel until she died from contracting syphilis."
"Christ..." said Claire "That must have been rough on you."
"My brother, Shunichiro decided to follow in our dad's footsteps, and become a samurai like him, and I joined in the fight against the man who had a hand in our father's death. But...my brother died from sustaining severe injuries, and I had to keep his head from being desicrated after the war. I became a ronin before meeting you guys."
"Yeah, and I think today is your brother's birthday, right?" said Katie as she walked up to Blade
"Mhm." said Blade, as he walked up to a tree, and set up some stones, placed a framed photo of another Mobian blue shark with cobalt blue skin, and lime green eyes, and lit some incense
"Otanjoubiomedetou-gozaimasu, Nii-chan." said Blade in Japanese, before switching back to English "If only I could have helped you sooner."
(Cue: "Leaves From The Vine")
Blade:
Leaves from the vine. Falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy
Come marching home.
Brave soldier boy
Come marching home
These leaves did fall
From branches overgrown
Drifting slowly down, Resting all alone.
Little soldier boy
Taken from a home.
Forced to fight a war
That is not his own.
Leaves from the vine.
Falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy Come marching home.
Brave soldier boy Come marching home
Leaves fell that night
When everything was silent.
No one dared to make a noise
They just stood there quiet.
The little solider boy
Found his way back home.
His mother wrapped her arms
Around his corpse.
Leaves from the vine.
Falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy
Come marching home.
Brave soldier boy
Come marching, come marching. come marching, come marching
Leaves from the vine.
Falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy
Come marching home.
Brave soldier boy
Come marching, come marching, come marching, come marching
Home.
Blade shook, sobbing, as the other members of Katie's crew all hugged him