[i]I stand on a hill overlooking the dojo, plain and simple. I observe as two phantoms fly in, a statue under them, they hover over the hill, and slowly lower the statue, making a loud THUD as it hits the dirt, depressing in. The statue, about 14 meters tall, is of a Filipino man, in one hand, a sword. And the other is opened up, as if he was holding something spherical, but nothing was there. Once the phantoms leave, I mutter a word under my breath, and the flame lights itself with a blue, no, Cobalt, Flame. At the base of the statue, an engraving is seen.[/i] "In honor of one of the best. A fighter, a warrior. A friend." "A Brother."