The city slept under heavy clouds. Thunder rolled across the mountains like a growl waiting to burst.
Johnny Lawrence rode through the storm — his hands gripping the handlebars tight, the wind whipping his face. He didn't flinch at the rain. His eyes were red, hollow, and fixed ahead.
He knew where he was going.He'd been there before.
The old warehouse — abandoned years ago, the place Kreese had trained his first generation of fighters. The place where Cobra Kai began.
Johnny slowed the bike to a crawl and cut the engine. The rain hissed against the metal roof. He stepped inside.
Inside the Warehouse
A single hanging light flickered in the center. The walls were lined with old punching bags, cracked mirrors, and torn mats.
And there he was.Kreese.Sitting on a stool, sharpening a knife. Calm. Collected. The same cold eyes.
He didn't look up when Johnny walked in."I was wondering when you'd show up," Kreese said. "You always were predictable."
Johnny's boots echoed as he stepped forward."You destroyed everything, you son of a bitch."
Kreese smirked. "I built everything. You just didn't have the stomach to finish it."
Johnny's hands curled into fists. "You turned those kids into killers!"
Kreese finally looked up — eyes sharp as blades. "I made them warriors. The world doesn't reward mercy, Johnny. You know that better than anyone."
Johnny's voice cracked. "They're dead because of you."
Kreese stood, knife still in hand. "They're dead because of you. You led them. You trained them. You made them soft."
Johnny charged first — no hesitation. Their fists collided like thunderclaps, echoing across the empty warehouse.
Kreese swung the knife; Johnny blocked with his forearm, the blade slicing through his sleeve. He grunted and slammed his elbow into Kreese's ribs.
"You taught me to fight dirty," Johnny spat, "guess that's all you're good for."
Kreese laughed through his pain, grabbing Johnny by the neck and slamming him into a pillar. "You think this ends with me?" he hissed. "There's always another Cobra Kai."
Johnny headbutted him — blood splattering across the floor. "Not anymore."
Kreese fell to one knee, still smiling, defiant even as Johnny picked up the knife."You don't have it in you," Kreese sneered. "You never did."
Johnny's voice shook. "I do now."
He plunged the knife forward.
Kreese gasped, eyes wide, and fell back onto the floor.The light flickered above them.
Johnny stood still, panting, his hands trembling. Blood mixed with rainwater on the concrete.
He stared down at Kreese's lifeless body — the man who had once been his sensei, his nightmare, his curse.
"Mercy," Johnny whispered, voice breaking. "You never taught it… but I'll give it to you now."
He dropped the knife beside Kreese's hand and walked away, leaving the body in the dark.
The storm outside swallowed him whole.
Elsewhere — The Edge of the Valley
Andrea's face was hidden behind the helmet as she rode Hawk's motorcycle down the wet roads, her hoodie whipping in the wind. The rain blurred the neon lights, turning the world into streaks of fire and smoke.
Her eyes were fixed ahead — cold, unblinking.
She stopped in front of Miyagi-Do.The gates stood open. The once peaceful garden now looked like a graveyard of memories.
Andrea climbed off the bike, took a deep breath, and walked toward the dojo.
Inside, she looked around — pictures of Mr. Miyagi, the old bonsai tree, Daniel's framed motto on the wall: "Balance, Honor, Harmony."
She whispered, "Balance doesn't exist anymore."
Then she pulled a small metal canister from her bag and poured gasoline across the wooden floor. Her movements were slow, almost ceremonial.
When the floor was soaked, she stepped back, flicked open a lighter, and stared at the flame dancing in her reflection.
"Goodbye, Miyagi-Do."
She dropped the lighter.
Flames roared to life instantly, crawling up the walls, devouring the pictures, the wood, the past. The orange light reflected in Andrea's eyes — pure rage and grief mixed together.
She turned away, walking back to the motorcycle as the dojo burned behind her.
The wind howled. Sparks rose into the night sky.
Andrea tightened her grip on the handlebars and whispered to herself,"This isn't over. Not until every one of them pays."
The bike roared to life. She sped off into the darkness, her silhouette disappearing into the rain — leaving only fire behind.
The Valley burned again that night.
And somewhere far away, Johnny Lawrence rode alone, the weight of Kreese's blood on his hands.
Two ghosts of Cobra Kai — the sensei and the student — walking separate paths toward the same hell.