[THE EPILOGUE]

Three decades had passed since Ethan Williams and his friends stood victorious on the floor of the Sekai Taikai. Time, as it always does, reshaped faces and lives, but some remained unshakable: the bond of family, the discipline of karate, and the quiet strength of Miyagi-Do.

Morning sunlight washed over the Miyagi-Do backyard, spilling through the branches of the old oak tree that had watched over generations of students. The gentle creek of the wooden deck mixed with the soft hiss of the wind chimes near the dojo entrance. Ethan stood barefoot at the edge of the Okinawa sparring deck, his arms folded loosely, and his eyes tracking the movement of the students in front of him.

A row of teenagers, some nervous, some determined, mirrored the same kata he'd practiced since he was a child. His gaze softened when it landed on two particular students, Noah and Ava, his children, his pride and his constant reminder that life had changed in ways he could never have predicted back when his days were measured in tournaments and dojo rivalries.

"Breathe." He called out, his voice clam but commanding.

"It's not about how fast you move. It's about how much control you have."

Ava, ever fiery like her mother, shot him a look that carried both frustration and love.

"Dad, I am breathing."

"Then breathe quieter." Her father raised an eyebrow but chuckled in response. That earned him a ripple of laughter from the students, including Noah, who smirked and executed the kata with an elegance that mirrored his grandfather Daniel LaRusso's style. Williams couldn't help but notice how naturally his son moved, how the balance came without effort, compared to his sister's fire.

When class dismissed, students bowed and dispersed, some lingering to ask questions. He gave out small corrections and words of encouragement before wiping his head with a towel.

The dojo had always been a home, but now it truly was a home. He and Sam had taken residence here years ago, the walls echoing not just with the lessons of karate, but with the voices a family growing up.

His wife appeared from the house carrying two cups of coffee, her smile bright despite the morning chill.

"Sensei Williams." She teased, handing him the cup.

"Your students are looking sharp. Even the stubborn ones."

Ava, who overheard the conversation, groaned loudly and rolled her eyes playfully.

"Mom!"

"She's right, you know." Ethan chuckled, sipping his coffee.

"You're looking good out there. Both of you."

"Guess you're not a terrible teacher." Noah replied with a grin, earning a playful shove from his sister.

That afternoon, the dojo was busier than usual. Word had gone around: Daniel LaRusso, Johnny Lawrence and Chozen Toguchi were coming by. They weren't just visitors, they were family, mentors, legends whose presence turned even an ordinary training day into something special.

When they arrived, it was like stepping back into another time. Daniel looked older but no less steady, his presence filling the backyard with quiet authority. Johnny's hair was sliver now, but his grin hadn't aged a day. Chozen, even the clam warrior, greeted him with a respectful bow.

"Place looks good, kid." The blonde man said, giving Ethan a solid clap on the shoulder.

"Didn't burn it down after all these years. I'm impressed."

"I had help, Dad." Williams replied, glancing over at Sam, who crossed her arms with an amused look. Mr. LaRusso scanned the group of students practicing in the yard.

"You've built something special here. Mr. Miyagi would be proud." His voice carried a warmth that never failed to humble him. Chozen stepped forward, holding a neatly folded new karate gi. The two other men flanked beside him, and for a moment Ethan froze.

"Ethan Williams...." Daniel began, with his voice sounding deliberated.

"You've proven yourself as a student, as a fighter, and as a man. But most importantly, you've proven yourself as a teacher."

"About damn time. You got your new gi. The other one was just a placeholder." Johnny added with a smirk on his face.

The three men presented Ethan with a brand, new gi, white, crisp, bearing the Miyagi-Do emblem on one side and the flame-and-ice patch he had carried through his own journey on the other. It wasn't just a gift. It was a passing of the torch. He bowed deeply, his voice quiet but steady enough for him to speak.

"Thank you, all of you. I won't let yall down."

"You'll do good." LaRusso smiled.

Noah and Ava watched from the edge of the sparring deck, eyes wide. Ethan caught their gaze and winked. This wasn't just his legacy anymore, it's theirs too.

When evening came, the sun dipped behind the hills, Ethan sat down on the porch of the dojo with Sam, watching their two kids chase each other around the backyard. The laughter echoed, mixing with the distance hum of cicadas.

"Hard to believe it's been thirty years." She mumbled, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Yeah." He agreed, his voice tinged with nostalgia as he nodded his head, and glanced over to look at his kids.

"Feels like yesterday we were fighting to prove ourselves. Now.... Now it's about giving our kids something to stand on, Sammy."

"You've done more than that. You've given them something to believe in." The brunette smiled.

But before Williams could respond or even think to say something, Noah and Ava came bounding up the porch steps, both out of breath.

"Dad. Will you train us for the next All Valley?" His daughter asked.

"You're already training. But tournaments aren't everything." He replied.

"Maybe not. But we want to prove we can carry the name too." Noah pointed out.

Their father looked at them, specifically at the spark in his children's eyes and felt a surge of pride that almost hurt. He immediately reached out, pulling the both of them into a hug.

"You guys don't have to prove anything to anyone. But if you're serious about it, we'll train harder than ever before."

Johnny's voice rang from the backyard as he yelled at Chozen about losing to him in a sparring match. Daniel shook his head in disbelief, muttering something about 'some things never changing'.

Ethan laughed softly after overhearing this. Some things did change. But the core, the lessons of balance, honor, resilience all stayed the same.

As twilight settled over Miyagi-Do, he looked at his family, his students and all his friends that became like a second family to him. He felt the weight of the gi folded inside his hands, the weight of his teachers's legacy itself. But it wasn't just a burden anymore, it was a gift.

And in that quiet moment, he knew: the legacy of Mr. Miyagi's karate or even his other two senseis would never fade away. It would only grow stronger.

The next day, the sound of gravel crunching under tires pulled Ethan away from his deepen thoughts. A very familiar green minivan with the Eagle Fang logo engraved on the sides of it pulled into the driveway. Johnny Lawrence stepped out, sunglasses on, coffee cup in hand. Daniel emerged from the passenger side, shaking his head at his friend's driving skills.

"I still can't believe you're still driving that thing. And plus when did you start drinking coffee?" Williams asked, walking over to meet them.

"Hey, I drove perfectly fine. Only ran one stop sign. Two tops." The blonde man protested.

"We're here to help, not to raise your blood pressure." LaRusso sighed heavily, rubbing his temple, and looked at the man in front of him.

"How are the kids?"

"They're.... Motivated." Ethan said with a smirk, resting his hands on his hips.

"And some are a little terrified."

"Good. Fear sharpens you." Lawrence said approvingly and nodded, in which Daniel shot him a knowing look.

"We talked about this."

Before anyone could say anything, the dojo doubled doors opened up and Noah stepped out holding a bo staff as if it was a katana. Ava followed behind him with her sparring gloves, already laced tightly around her hands.

"Dad, we've been ready for twenty minutes. What's the holdup?" She asked.

"Your grandpa who drives slower than a parade float on TV." Her father joked, a cocky smile on his face.

"Watch it, Williams." Johnny warned, as he raised an eyebrow.

"I'll have you do fifty pushups on your knuckles until you're sixty."

The morning lesson had begun. Students lined up on the sparring deck, sunlight glinting off the polished wood. Ethan paced slowly in front of them, his voice clam but firm.

"Karate is about balance. Not just here." He stated, tapping his temple before gesturing to where his heart was.

"But here. You fight to protect, never to harm."

Daniel watched from the sidelines, his arms crossed proudly. Johnny on the other hand, was less subtle than everyone else.

"Okay, yeah, but don't forget to hit hard. That helps too."

Ava sparred against one of the older students, moving with quick precision. Noah practiced his bo staff kata, his movements becoming focused but he still felt hesitant. Their father noticed every detail, the tiny shift of weight, the way his son's grip tightened.

After class was over, the kids bowed and began to disperse. He pulled his two children to the side for a moment.

"You both are improving fast." He pointed out.

"But don't just train your body. Train your focus as well."

"Sounds like something Grandpa Daniel would say." She joked with a smirk on her face, in which her grandfather heard her and chuckled from behind them.

"Maybe because it works."

As the evening approached, Ethan stood in front of his students, finally spotting his sensei gi. While Noah and Ava beamed with pride in the front row. The sun dipped behind the trees, bathing the entire backyard in a golden-yellowest shade.

"Alright. Let's get to work. Miyagi-Do's next chapter starts today."

All the kids bowed in unison. And in that moment, their sensei felt it fully, not just the weight of his three teachers' trust, but the legacy he was carrying forward with him.

The next morning, the whole Valley was quiet, but for the rhythmic thump of kicks hitting training pads and the steady shuffle of feet across the floor of the dojo. A familiar person stepped through the sliding double doors, with a backpack slung over one shoulder. Their eyes scanned the room, catching Ethan in mid-training as he corrected one of the students' stances.

"Hey, guys." Robby called out, dropping his bag, while his voice carried a mix of excitement and nostalgia. Williams looked up, a smile breaking through his face.

"Perfect timing, bro. We're just about to start a sparring session."

Noah and Ava perked their heads up immediately, recognizing the energy that their uncle brought with him.

"Uncle Robby!" He shouted, running toward him with his sister followed suit.

"Finally. Someone to challenge us."

"Be careful what you wish for, kid." Keene chuckled in response, ruffling his nephew's hair jokingly.

The four adults gathered at the front, Ethan, Robby, Daniel and even Chozen, while the students lined up in pairs. Their sensei addressed them, his tone firm but encouraging.

"Today, we focus on timing, precision and adapting under pressure. Remember: karate isn't just about strength, it's about strategy. Watch your opponents, anticipate their moves, and protect yourself and your partner."

Robby quickly demonstrated a swift series of kicks and blocks, his movements fluid and confident. Ava's jaw dropped in shock.

"Wow.... I didn't think Uncle Robby still had it like that."

"You've got to keep if want to survive training with the old pros."

As the sparring sessions began, Williams paired himself with his son, while Ava faced off against her uncle. The clash of pads and the echoing noises filled the dojo, a symphony of energy and discipline. Keene moved with calculated speed, testing Ava's reflexes and kept encouraging her.

"You're good, kid." He said, stepping back and nodded in approval.

"But don't forget to breathe and keep your stance solid."

Meanwhile, Ethan saw his son struggling with a bo staff maneuver. He stood next to him,  adjusting his grip gently.

"Remember, it's about control. Force comes from precision, not power. Let's try again."

Noah nodded, determination shining in his eyes. He executed the movement perfectly this time, spinning the bo staff with confidence. His father clapped him on the shoulder, a proud smile on his face.

"That's my boy."

After the students had cooled down, they all sat cross-legged on the floor of the sparring deck, towels draped over their shoulders, catching their breath. Robby joined them, leaning back against one of the pillars.

"You know, it's nice seeing you teach like this. Miyagi-Do always had something special but now.... It has you." Keene stated, glancing over at his brother.

"Thanks, man. I just hope I'm doing the right thing."

"Don't overthink it. You're doing fine. Besides, if anyone doubts you, we've got your back."

It was quiet for a moment, filled with the warmth of shared history and the energy of the new generation. Then Ava, who is always acting bold, spoke up.

"Dad, Uncle Robby, you guys spar next!"

"You asked for it." Robby grinned, jokingly.

The two squared off in the center of the sparring deck. They began to fight, with Ethan recognizing the camaraderie and their rivalry that went from semi-friends to enemies then became friends more like a brotherly bond, acting like as if they were real brothers. Kicks, blocks, and counters flowed seamlessly between them, a heavy reminder of battles fought and lessons learned.

Noah and Ava cheered from the sidelines, each shout echoing through the air. Even Daniel and Chozen couldn't hide their amusement, watching the old friends move like they were back in the 50th All Valley finals.

When the sparring ended, both men bowed, with a smile on their faces. Robby patted Ethan on the back.

"You've got the spirit of Miyagi-Do in your blood, man. And your students are lucky to have you."

Williams' gaze swept over to his children. They were tired, sweaty, but their eyes gleamed with pride.

"This...." He began, glancing at the two in front of them.

"Is why we keep training, and why we honor the legacy of everyone who came before us."

As the sun began to dip lower, bathing the backyard in a warm golden glow, Sam walked out of the double doors, carrying a tray of iced tea and snacks. She smiled at the sight, her husband, their kids, and even the friends that became family.

"You guys look like you survived another day of training." The brunette teased, setting the tray down.

"We did more than survive. We thrived." Robby said, with a grin on his face. Ethan joined his wife at the side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"And we'll keep thriving. Miyagi-Do isn't just a dojo; it's a home, a family.... A legacy."

"Think we're ready for the next big challenge?" Noah nudged his little sister, playfully.

"Bring it on. With Dad and Uncle Robby? We've got this." She smirked, confidently.

He looked around the backyard, his heart felt full. Thirty years had passed since the Sekai Taikai, yet the spirit of karate, the bonds of family and friendship, and the fire and ice of the past still burned strong.

And as the evening shadows grew long, the dojo stood as a beacon, a place of honor, resilience, and the enduring power of karate. The next generation would carry it forward, and the legacy of Miyagi-Do would anew, stronger than ever.

The following weekend, the family decided to take a break from the dojo. Ethan, Sam, Noah, Ava and along with Robby and his wife drove out to the nearby beach. The sun was beginning its slow descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The sound of waves crashing against the shore blended with laughter, creating a symphony of joy and freedom.

Their children ran alongside the edge of the water, chasing seagulls and playfully splashing each other, while Williams skipped rocks toward the horizon. The brunette watched from a blanket spread on the sand, her hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea, smiling at the chaos her family seemed to effortlessly create.

Ethan finally paused, bending over to catch his breath, his gaze wandering toward the sky. The clouds drifted lazily, shaped by the wind and a fading light. For a moment, a chill ran down his spine. There, among the clouds, he swore he saw the outline of a familiar face, a clam, kind, and wise. Mr. Miyagi.

The old man's eyes seemed to watch over him, his expression one of quiet pride. He felt a surge of warmth, like an invisible hand on his shoulder, steadying him and reassuring him that everything was as it should be.

Sam rose from the blanket and walked up beside him, slipping her own hand inside his.

"You okay?" She asked softly, following the way his eyes turned to the sky. Her husband took a deep breath, with his voice being low.

"Just.... Remembering someone."

The brunette knew exactly who he was referring to, and rested her head on his shoulder, before kissing his hand, comfortingly.

"I think he'd be proud of us. Of you."

He smiled faintly, his chest begun beating tight with emotion, as if he was about to cry in his eyes.

"I hope so. Everything I do.... Everything we do.... Is because of he and your father taught us."

Noah ran past them, immediately kicking sand into the shallow water.

"Mom! Dad! Come on! You're too slow!"

Ava laughed in agreement, standing next to her brother and waved over to her parents, getting their attention.

"Yeah! Family sparring match, right now!"

Ethan chuckled and glanced back over at the person, standing next to him.

"Guess we're being summoned, Sammy."

Sam squeezed his hand, before pulling him along to where their kids were at on the sand.

"Then let's show them what Miyagi-Do's really about."

The rest of the evening passed in laughter and playful sparring matches along the shore. Sand flew, waves crashed, and the sun finally dipped below the horizon. He paused once more, looking up at the clouds again. The shape of Mr. Miyagi's face seemed to linger a moment longer before dissolving into the evening sky.

"We'll make you proud, Mr. Miyagi. Every single day." Williams whispered.

And in that moment, with Sam at his side, his children laughing nearby and the legacy of Miyagi-Do alive in their hearts, he felt a peace he had never known. A quiet enduring assurance that the fire and ice of the past had created something stronger, something everlasting.

The waves continued their eternal rhythm, the clouds drifted on, and the legacy of honor, resilience, and karate lived on. In the hearts of those who carried it forward.

WELL.... HERE ARE WE ARE GUYS. WE'VE REACHED THE END.

I WANNA PERSONALLY THANK EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU GUYS FOR STICKING WITH ME ON THIS JOURNEY.

FROM NOT KNOWING HOW TO WRITE A STORY ON THIS APP BACK IN 2021 TO NOW (2025), ITS CRAZY TO SEE HOW FAR I'VE COME AS A WRITER.

IN CASE ANYONE IS CURIOUS ON WHO I CASTED AS NOAH AND AVA HERE THEY ARE: (ALSO IMAGINE THEY LOOK SIXTEEN YEARS OLD BECAUSE IN THE EPILOGUE THEY ARE.)

ASHER ANGEL

AS

NOAH WILLIAMS

CHLOE GRACE MORETZ

AS

AVA LARUSSO

AND NOW SOME OF YOU MAY BE ASKING.... WHATS NEXT?
I HAVE NO IDEA REALLY BUT IM WILLING TO TRY AND WRITE NEW STUFF LIKE MARVEL OR SOME DC RELATED THINGS.

WHO KNOWS?

UNTIL THEN.... ALWAYS REMEMBER COBRA KAI NEVER DIES.

LATER!!