Third Division Saga; Tears of Assasins

( In the cold, blistering rain of the Grand line pounds down on the men of Third Division, the best organization of Bounty Hunters in the World, the freezing rain beats down on there hands like the unresenting sun with its beams of light, no shelter for there heads, no barrier to this cold, except the clothes on there backs, they are all cloaked in black to commererate the death of the founder, Grand Commander Delvecchio, who died of a major disease.)

A Man steps up, tears running down his cheek

Andrews: Many of you know me as one of the Rokuōkekirā, (whimpers) huh.....................................He was my brother, the only family i had left on this world. My family was entirely devoted to the Marines, and world government, but when they were all killed in a Pirate raid, and all that was left of G-3 was two young men, there was nothing more we could do, we couldn't do anything except hope that someone would provide for us. We didn't find such luck we had to provide for ourselves, we had to fend for ourselves. So we started this organization (looks away as though to recall a memory). Never shall i forget that day my father was shot in front of my very eyes, never shall i forget when everything i had trained for was brutally striped away from me, never shall i forget the day my brother became my best friend, never shall i forget my childhood innocence, never.