The news hit like a knife.Every station. Every headline. Every feed.
"Cobra Kai Massacre: Teen Dojo War Ends in Bloodbath.""Police Confirm 16 Dead — Only One Survivor Still Missing.""City in Shock After Valley Violence."
Screens across the Valley flickered with photos — faces that once smiled, laughed, fought, lived.Now they were ghosts.
Andrea's face wasn't there. No one even knew her name. Just a shadow — the one who vanished when the smoke cleared.
In a motel miles outside the city
Andrea sat on the edge of the bed, staring at a small TV broadcasting the breaking news. Her reflection was faint in the cracked screen.
The reporter's voice bled through the static:"Authorities have officially shut down Cobra Kai. Sensei Johnny Lawrence has not been seen for three days. Police are investigating the source of the dojo war, including possible ties to John Kreese, who remains at large…"
Andrea's eyes didn't move.She looked exhausted — bruised, hollow, wearing one of Hawk's old hoodies. Her hand trembled as she muted the TV.
She whispered to no one,"They think it's over."
Her eyes burned."But it's not."
Meanwhile — The Valley
Rain poured as posters covered the streets. Faces of the fallen — Kenny Payne, Eli Moskowitz, Kyler Park, Robby Keene, Miguel Diaz.
Flowers and candles lay at the front of what used to be the Cobra Kai dojo — now sealed off with yellow tape.Spray-painted across the wall were the words:
"Strike First. Strike Hard. No One Left."
A small group of teenagers — followers of Kenny, still wearing his signature Cobra Kai colors — gathered there in silence.
One of them, a boy with trembling hands, whispered,"Where's Kenny? He'd never leave us."
Another, shaking her head, muttered,"He's gone. You didn't see the lists? His name's on it."
The boy slammed his fist against the wall. "No. He can't be gone. He was our leader."
The girl wiped her tears. "They're all gone."
Their words hung in the air, swallowed by the sound of rain.
At the Bar — Night
Johnny sat alone at a dim corner table, surrounded by empty bottles.The TV above the bar played silent footage of the aftermath — police lights, broken windows, covered bodies.
He took another drink. His eyes were red and distant.
He mumbled under his breath,"All of them… because of me."
The bartender looked over. "You good, man?"
Johnny didn't answer. He just stared at his reflection in the bottle.
His voice cracked. "I made them killers."
The bartender sighed. "You can't change what's done."
Johnny stood slowly, leaving cash on the counter. His eyes hardened — the drunk haze replaced by rage.
He muttered, "Maybe I can't change it. But I can end it."
He grabbed his jacket, heading for the door.
"Where you goin', man?" the bartender called out.
Johnny didn't look back."To find the bastard who started this."
The door slammed shut behind him — the sound swallowed by thunder.
Miyagi-Do — The Morning After
The dojo was quiet.No laughter. No training. No music. Just the sound of rain tapping the wood.
Daniel stood in front of the window, staring out at the soaked garden — the same place where everything once felt pure.Amanda stood behind him, her arms crossed, eyes full of sadness.
"Daniel," she whispered, "it's over. You did what you had to do."
He shook his head. "Did I? Or did I just become what I swore to stop?"
Chozen entered silently, setting down two cups of tea. "War leaves no honor, Daniel-san. Only ghosts."
Daniel looked at him, eyes glistening. "All those kids… all that hate. Maybe we pushed too far."
Chozen lowered his head. "We did what we thought was right. But right and wrong… they died together that night."
Amanda stepped closer, placing a hand on Daniel's shoulder. "You can't carry all of it."
But Daniel's voice was barely a whisper."If I hadn't reopened Miyagi-Do… maybe they'd still be alive."
Chozen bowed his head. "If Kreese still walks free, this peace will not last."
Daniel looked down at his reflection in the tea — broken, older, empty.He muttered, "Then God help whoever finds him first."
Later —
A faint newspaper fluttered against a fence as wind swept through the streets.The headline read:
"Cobra Kai Closed for Good. The Valley Begins to Heal."
But the people didn't look healed.Stores were empty. Parks were quiet.No laughter. No kids. Just silence.
The city that once roared with rivalry now whispered like a graveyard.
In the distance —
A motorcycle engine growled in the rain.Johnny Lawrence rode through the empty streets, the wind slicing through his hair. His face was set — grim, focused.
In his pocket was a faded photo of his students.He looked down at it when he stopped at a red light.
Miguel smiling. Hawk throwing peace signs. Robby smirking in the background.All gone.
He clenched the photo in his fist and whispered,"Kreese… you're gonna pay for this."
The light turned green.
Johnny revved the engine and sped into the night.
Somewhere far away —
Andrea watched the city lights from the hills, hood pulled low over her face.She whispered quietly, voice trembling but determined:
"This isn't the end."
Then she disappeared into the dark.