To be honest, when I first wrote this, I was a bit sad that I couldn't end the fic on exactly 100 chapters. Well, I guess that means you have three more chapters to go after this. So yeah, someone asked me in the last chapter if 99 was the last. No, it wasn't. After this there will be two more and then an Epilogue bringing the chapter count up to a whopping 103 :o

Life After Death

It was almost two months after his stroke. Almost four weeks after waking up from his coma. He woke to the rustling of paper. Blinking against the ceiling and muffling his own yawn, he needed a moment to orient himself in the new room. He'd been moved from intensive care a week ago. This new room had light pink curtains, a small TV, the painting of a tower in a forest on one side, and one of the god Amaterasu on the short wall between the door and the corner. A clock was ticking loudly from his nightstand.

At least I'm rid of the heart monitor, he thought not for the first time. The beeping had driven him crazy and exaggerated his headaches every time — there was no getting used to it.

The noise of a pen against paper made him turn his head. Fuyumi sat at the small table in the room, turned with her back to him, leaning over a stack of tests to correct. He watched her as she shook her head, pen scraping as she wrote.

"Cheeky brat," she chuckled as she worked. "Do you think I don't see that?" She leaned back a little, took one of the tests and read it to herself. She whispered along as she read.

Enji just watched her for a while. He was anxious about pulling her attention to himself. Fuyumi was visiting him almost daily since he was out of intensive care, but he'd been avoiding talking to her. It helped that he still couldn't talk very well, which was a nifty excuse. But he hadn't even made an effort. He knew she thought that he simply couldn't. He acted as if he was unaware of the world around him, and she assumed that was just how it was now. She couldn't see into his head after all. But it wasn't. He wasn't trying. Because he was afraid…

Not of her judgment… But of her pity. He could hear it in her voice whenever she spoke to him.

He was also afraid of the news she would give him when he would finally ask for it. That was something he dreaded.

Enji might tell himself that he wanted to get better — and it was true — but he was still apprehensive about it. In a way, sitting in this room was a peaceful reprieve. There was so much he didn't know. So much he didn't have to concern himself with at the moment. But he knew, once he tried to get better, he'd have to face these issues. Just because his old life had so suddenly and violently ended leaving him only a shadow of himself, didn't mean that the world had stopped around him.

What had happened to Touya? Was he alive? Was he imprisoned or had he managed to flee? Had Enji succeeded or failed again? Would there be a trial, or had he missed it already?

What about Shoto? Had he moved on to another agency, losing his second mentor in a row now? Or was he still working at the agency, learning from Avalanche and the other sidekicks? What of Deku, Bakugou, Chargebolt or Earphone Jack? Had they moved on? Had they all survived the encounter? Were they injured, maybe in a state like he was? He knew that Shoto was alive, because he'd come to visit, but he didn't know about all the other ones. He'd left them behind. Abandoned them to deal with Shigaraki on their own. How could he have done that?

What about his sidekicks? Had they moved on now that Endeavor was irrevocably dead? What of his other employees? What of the agency? In the six weeks after getting his license back and before the attack against the League, he'd put a lot of work in. He'd worked double and triple shifts and brought in more villains than he could count to get the agency back on track. And now it was all for nothing. They'd have to close. His employees' loyalty had kept the agency together… And yet now, it was as if their loyalty had been a shackle. There would be no reward for it. After half a year of gritting their teeth, working extra hard for smaller paychecks, hoping that the agency would pull itself out of the mud again, now it would finally end. The Endeavor Hero Agency could maybe survive Endeavor's temporary loss of license. It couldn't survive his loss of quirk, he was sure.

And what about Japan? How did they look at him now? He remembered the crater where Nasadaa had been, and him — Endeavor — in its center. Did they think him responsible? Did all those people who had lost their homes, and maybe more than that… did they curse his name for the destruction he had brought to their doorsteps? He dreaded turning on the TV.

All of that were his reasons he enjoyed watching Fuyumi work, but avoided talking to her. Yet, he had to. He could only hide himself away for so long, and at some point, he had to start on the long and arduous journey back out of this room. And then he'd have to face the world on the other side of the door.

"Fu—" he started, but then he closed his eyes, clenched his jaw in frustration. His tongue felt heavy and unused around the letters he tried to pronounce. He didn't need to try again. Fuyumi had already heard the first syllable. She whirled around staring at him with big eyes. Still, he couldn't learn if he didn't try. "Fuyu—mi," he whispered. The voice sounded foreign — the sounds wrong… but it was understandable at least.

"Oh." The small sound wrenched itself free from Fuyumi's stunned form. "Dad!" she exclaimed, jumping up from her chair. She was next to him in two strides. Awkwardly, she bowed to hug him — he was still lying flat on the mattress — then she straightened back up, grinning down at him. She squeezed his shoulder tightly.

Fumbling, Enji tried to get a grip around the little control device of the bed. He managed to hold it, but he couldn't move his fingers right to press the buttons. He was about to move it to the other hand, which was generally working better in his experience, when Fuyumi took it from him and pressed the button to raise his torso up.

"Better?" she asked when he was half-sitting.

He nodded, sliding down the blanket, until it pooled in his lap.

"There you are." Putting the controls back down, she beamed at him.

I've been here all this time, he thought, but he knew how she meant it. He hadn't actually been there. Whenever the visitors had arrived, he had all but left to hide away inside.

"It's so good to see you, Dad. How long have you been awake?"

He shook his head. He tried to answer, but then he just made a vague gesture with his better hand.

"Not long?" she guessed with a nod. She gave his shoulder one last squeeze before she let go. "Wait, I want to—Give me a second." She turned to pull her chair close to the bed. "Now, how are you, Dad?"

He didn't know how to answer her. Giving his daughter a long-suffering glance, he shrugged. "Ti—red," he admitted because although he had just woken up, he was already tired, again. "Bored." Staying in hospital for two months was driving him crazy. He was nowhere near ready to leave yet, and the new room was at least refreshing… But having doctors and nurses work around him for days and weeks was tiring, even if he needed it.

Despite his less than enthusiastic response, she seemed exceedingly happy. "You're talking," she exclaimed. "I'm so glad. The doctors said…" her face closed off, as her enthusiasm waned. "They said… Well, their prognosis wasn't very good."

Funny, Enji thought with a snort. To him, the doctors had always only said that it would get better. That he had to trust in that: that it would get better. They had clearly not said the same to Fuyumi.

She drew in on herself, slinging her arms around her body. "They asked me about life support." Her voice was very small. "When you first came in. They said you wouldn't make it, and that I had to think about what to do if it didn't get better." She was very pale as she spoke.

Of course, Enji understood, Fuyumi would be the only one who could make the decision. Natsuo had just been a few days away from his 20th birthday, Shoto was still a minor and after his divorce from Rei, Fuyumi was his closest living relative who was also an adult — and not a villain. Not just the closest, he reminded himself, the only one. His father had never legally recognized him, so by law Aiji wasn't his brother and his father's entire family were just strangers to him.

Feeling sorry, for having put her through this situation, he moved his hand to her knee. His hold was weak until she put her own hand over his. Her skin felt cool. It was an odd sensation for him because his own body temperature was completely normal. Now the difference between his and her temperature was minimal.

"But Natsu said not to. You'd be too stubborn to just die like that." She chuckled. "And he was right." Her fingers gripped tighter around his hand and then she also unfolded her other arm and took his hand entirely between hers. "Are you cold?"

"A bit." Enji shrugged. The new body temperature was still something to get used to for him. Especially when he got tired, he easily started shivering.

"I see." She looked down at their hands. "I'm sorry. I heard about… about your quirk."

Frowning, he pulled his hand free of hers. Burying it in his blanket he avoided her gaze for a while. He wasn't ready to talk about the quirk. He felt rather childish, but losing his quirk felt as harsh and painful of a loss as his ability to handle basic every-day-life business. Like an important part of him was gone forever.

"I'm sorry," she said again, quieter this time.

With him unable to say much and her still brooding over his condition, they lapsed into silence. It felt itchy on his skin. He didn't like it. Like they were both dancing around issues that they should be talking about.

"Touya?" he asked, eventually.

With big eyes she looked up at him. Her lips pressed tightly together, and she looked sorrowful as she answered. "In prison." She pressed her hands between her thighs clearly feeling on edge. "They say… He's supposedly fine, but I couldn't visit him yet. They don't let just anybody go to Tartarus."

He knew that, of course.

"Was he already…? Did he already have his—" The word was on his tongue.

"Trial? No. I don't know when it is. Natsuo says that—uhm… I mean, one of his acquaintances in the police force said that they're still investigating his case before they can write the indictment." Her voice was wavering between sorrow, objectivity, and confusion.

Enji should've known that it would take a few months for Touya's trial to start. He had feared that he might have missed it, but of course he hadn't. With the number of Touya's crimes it would take a while to collect all the evidence. Plus, he was certain that they wanted the trial to be public, so they'd want everything to be perfect. Touya was one of the biggest villains they had caught in a while. Of course, there was All For One who was technically more dangerous and had nigh-mythological status in the underworld… However, All For One had been long away from the public eye — People had already started forgetting about him, until he fought All Might in Kamino Ward. Dabi, on the other hand, was one of the most wanted villains of the current year, partially responsible for some of the most heinous acts of the last 12 months. The state wouldn't risk the trial going awry.

"I can't believe what happened," Fuyumi added after a while. "All those people who lost their homes in Nasadaa. How can Touya be a part of that?" There were tears trailing down her cheeks. "You know I have a kid there… I mean one of my students is from Nasadaa. She lost her home. They have to live in temporary communal housing with two other families until… Well… I don't know." She raised her shoulders unhappily.

Nasadaa…

It was strange to think of the place where he had grown up as a crater. It was all levelled to the ground. Nothing had remained of the most crime-ridden part of Musutafu. The way Fuyumi spoke of people losing their homes — not dying, he hoped at least they had managed that much. At least, he believed, the evacuation had been successful. It was bad enough: nearly 400,000 people homeless… And the poorest people in Musutafu… He knew they wouldn't have any money saved. Whatever livelihoods they had… gone.

"Ah," Fuyumi perked up. "I almost forgot." She bent down to pull her bag closer, then she put it on her lap. "The kids wrote you letters." She fumbled around in her bag. "They wrote you a big card, all together, when they first found out that you were injured and then again when you woke up. And now… Ah here!" She pulled out a big stack of letters, cards, and badly drawn colored pencil or felt tip pictures. "They just wrote these this week." She put them in his lap.

Enji stared at the stack of paper. It was big enough, as if every single one of the kids had written something of their own, some had even drawn something. As he put his hands on the pile, he could feel through some of the envelopes that there were small things inside too. Feeling incredibly and awkwardly moved, he picked the first letters up.

'Hello Endeavor,' he read 'Todoroki-sensei says that you really like Kuzumochi. I asked Mom for her best recipe, but I added some chocolate to it, because I like chocolate and a sweet is not a sweet without it. I hope you get better soon, Susume.

PS. Hideyoshi said, you probably can't cook, because you always just work, and you probably have people doing that for you. But I think you can because you're an adult, right? But if you can't, I can teach you.'

He put the letter down again. There was a second sheet of paper in the envelope. A photocopy of a kuzumochi recipe. He noted the written addition of chocolate in the ingredients, but he didn't read the whole thing yet. He felt tired just from reading the letter.

Fuyumi was frowning at him. With an unspoken question, she took the card and quickly scanned the content. Then she frowned even harder. Only as she looked back at him, she plastered a smile on her lips, but it looked fake.

"I can read them to you," she offered.

Although he knew that she only meant to help, he felt immediately offended. Stubbornly he took the letter away from her and placed it on the nightstand. Or he tried to, but in the middle of the movement, he lost his concentration and it slipped out of his fingers fluttering to the floor on the other side of the bed.

"I got it," Fuyumi said at once, even before Enji could move to climb out of bed and recover it himself. He moved anyway, but only slowly and sluggishly, and before he had even put a single foot on the ground, she had already come around the bed and picked the card up. "There."

Frustrated, Enji scowled at the offending card. It was completely innocent. There was an image of a cartoon elephant on the front, and he knew the contents inside. Just a kind get-well-soon-message, with his personalized chocolate kuzumochi recipe. Yet, for the flash of a second, he hated it. For that brief moment, it was an offensive insult to his person. If he weren't perched on the side of his bed needing his hands for support, he would've slapped it out of Fuyumi's hand.

"I could've—I could've…" FUCK! "I'm not helpless," he insisted, and he hated how his words slurred together, almost unintelligible.

Taken aback, Fuyumi moved a step away. Then she carefully placed the card on the nightstand herself. "Dad," she started placatingly, "I didn't mean it like that."

Enji scoffed. With great effort, he pushed himself around until he leaned against the raised mattress again. He knew how Fuyumi had meant it. But he didn't want her pity. And what if he needed ten minutes to read a short card? He could easily chalk it up to the messy writing of a ten-year-old. He knew that wasn't the reason and the girl's writing had been comparatively neat — he knew there were probably letters in the pile that he wouldn't be able to decipher at all… But he wanted to try, at least. He already needed help with every menial every-day-task, anyway. He could at least read a piece of writing that was put directly into his lap. That should be possible, shouldn't it?

Looking crestfallen, she sat back on her chair, staring down at her lap. As soon as Enji's initial anger settled, he felt bad about his outbreak. His frustration wasn't her fault, and she was only trying to help.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled after a while. He sounded tired, he knew. Reading the letter and the whole incident had drained him. "I didn't want to—I'm just so…" Frustrated, he shook his head. "I can't do anything."

"It'll take time," Fuyumi answered. She gave a hopeful smile. "You're already talking again, that's great. I didn't think it would go that well."

It felt patronizing to Enji, so he didn't answer.

Instead, he picked up another letter. To his bafflement there was a crude Hawks-drawing on one side, clearly recognizable by the huge red wings. The crayons had printed a slight shadow on the other side of the card as well, leaving two big pinkish blotches.

'Dear Endeavor, my cousin lived in Nasadaa, and he lost his entire-'

Enji stopped when the words started blurring together. There was a Kanji he couldn't decipher even though he knew it was a simple one he'd drawn a thousand times before. He was suddenly grateful, that the kid barely used any Kanji at all. Blinking rapidly, he tried to concentrate, to put the pen-strokes in order and make sense of the words.

'Dear Endeavor,' he started again, 'my cousin lived in Nasadaa, and he lost his entire house.' House. It was the Kanji for house. 'He now lives with us. He says he lost his favorite Hawks-plush, but they don't sell them anymore. He's very sad about it. But you and Hawks are -, right? Can you please ask him about it? Pretty please!? And you're still one of my favorite heroes! You, or Mirko. I'm not sure… Maybe, I like Mirko a bit more. Because she's super -, but then you're my second favorite! Or maybe Edgeshot, because I want to be a ninja! I asked my cousin to draw the plush on the other side of the card, so you know what to look for. Thank you and get better soon! Love, Maki.

PS: I told my cousin that we're -' Friends, Enji noticed after a moment. She'd used the Kanji before and he hadn't been able to decipher it then, but now he thought she meant friends.

'PS: I told my cousin that we're friends but he's an idiot. He says that you saved so many people you can't even remember me. He says, if we're friends you would've come to my birthday in April… But then I remembered that I didn't even invite you! I don't think you would've enjoyed watching Hero Club 4 anyway. It's a kids movie… I'm getting too old for it, too. So, I thought, maybe you could come visit some other time?

PPS: Sensei says your birthday is coming up too. And I didn't get an invitation yet. Then again, you're sick, so I forgive you.'

Brat, Enji thought with a grunt. "I need my phone," he said to Fuyumi.

"Hm, what?" She looked a bit confused. "Why?"

"Need to call Hawks," he grumbled. He felt very tired now. He knew he'd fall asleep soon, whether he wanted to or not.

"Okay… Uhm, where is it?" She clearly still didn't understand, but it wasn't like there was a reason not to give him his phone.

"My work phone was—" He sighed frustrated, as he missed another word. "It's broken." He shrugged with one shoulder. The other only moved sluggishly to follow the command. "But my private…" He yawned. He should have Hawks number saved on that phone too, he thought.

"At home?" Fuyumi guessed. When he gave a slight nod, she immediately stood up. "You're tired, Dad. I think I should leave. I'll bring it tomorrow."

"Thanks…" He settled back into his mattress pulling up the blanket a bit. The letters were still strewn over his lap, but he really couldn't be bothered to put them away now. "And Fuyumi," he glanced at her through droopy eyelids. "Thanks for… The doctors said you… I know you…" His language was already slurring so much he was hardly understandable. It didn't help that he lost the words now too. "Thanks, anyway."

Fuyumi wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "You're welcome, Dad. Just focus on getting better."

"Hmm…" He was already half-asleep. "I will."

The next day, Shoto and Deku visited just after Fuyumi left. Shoto had visited a few times already, but Enji didn't remember seeing Deku since the battle. He might have forgotten his visits though. Especially regarding the first few days after waking up from his coma, he had big gaps in his memory. He knew he'd slept a lot in that time, and that he had constant migraines. He vaguely remembered the panic of waking up restrained and the confusion of being told what had happened again and again, but he didn't remember much else.

Of course, as he soon learned, the reason he didn't remember Deku, was because he, in fact, hadn't been there, and Deku himself told him so just moments after first entering the room:

"Endeavor, I'm so glad you're better. I wanted to visit sooner, but they only let close relatives visit while you were in the IC," Deku started. "And I couldn't come last week because we had quirk tests in school. That was hard, but I think we did alright. I learned a lot in the last few months with you and now with Brazen and… uhm…" He snapped his jaw shut, lips pressing together.

"Call me Todoroki, kid," Enji replied a bit exasperated. "Endeavor's gone." He wasn't Endeavor anymore. And now, it was decided that he would never be Endeavor again. All that progress of the last months…

Deku seemed to disagree though. His brows furrowed. "No, he's not!" His eyes widened suddenly, and he slapped his hands over his mouth, but then his face settled into a stubborn pout. "I don't think Endeavor's gone," he explained. "You're still here. And you're still you. You're still Endeavor. It's not the quirk that made you a hero."

Enji stared at him. Then he chuckled dryly. "Not just the quirk," he said. He didn't have the energy, nor the words, nor the necessary confidence in his voice to explain it all to Deku. Deku just had to understand it like that. He wasn't Endeavor anymore. Not just because he was quirkless – though that by itself would be reason enough to retire. But because he was weak, frail, and helpless. Enji couldn't be a hero without a quirk, but even if that were possible, he couldn't be a hero while still unable to stand or walk or talk or do anything by himself. Heroes were supposed to save people, and he couldn't even save himself.

Deku's stubbornness didn't wane though. "All Might's also still All Might!" he declared. "Just because he can't fight anymore or defend himself, doesn't mean he's not still a hero. After saving so many people, nothing could ever not make him a hero. And it's the same with Endeavor."

Well, All Might is All Might, Enji thought. Immediately, he mentally checked himself. All Might was Toshinori Yagi… And the kid's comparison wasn't bad. In no way would Enji dare to deny that Toshinori Yagi—that All Might, wasn't still a hero… Even if he looked pathetic and weak and frail.

Deku's words were especially flattering, because Enji knew how big of an All Might fanboy he was. Still, there was a flaw in his logic.

"The people you saved you still saved," the boy continued passionately. "Nobody can ever take that from you. So, you're not an active hero anymore… But you're still a hero, still Endeavor." He blushed as he spoke, clearly embarrassed about talking like that to an adult – to a hero he admired.

But the flaw to his logic was still there.

"The people I saved," Enji repeated with some effort. "What about the villains I created? Their actions."

If the people he saved would forever be on his record, what about Dabi's victims? Or the JfN that had only been created because of him. What about Inari whom he had failed?

"Stop it!" Shoto demanded. He'd spent the last few minutes just quietly watching the discussion. Now Enji almost flinched in surprise, when Shoto fell into the conversation. His tone was harsh. "Touya's actions are his own. His victims are his own." He frowned darkly and determinedly. "And he'll have to face up to them himself. They have nothing to do with you. It's not your guilt nor your responsibility."

There was a time when Enji would've agreed. Initially, the idea that he had to take the responsibility for Touya's crimes had been infuriating to him. Touya was an adult, after all… Yet, with time, he had started accepting it. He had accepted those sins, almost embraced them… The consequences of his actions… And yet, here came Shoto…

"How can you say that?" Enji mumbled, avoiding eye-contact.

Shoto crossed his arms standoffishly. "It's the truth. If I become a hero and save people, will you take the credit for that too? Just because you first set me on the path to become a hero. You don't get to take the credit for my actions, not the good nor the bad. Sure," he gave a dismissive shrug, "maybe he became a villain because of you. But Touya's actions are his own."

Enji didn't know what to say to that. A small weight fell free from his heart. Just a tiny one. Shoto's words didn't shift his entire thinking around. But it eased some of his guilt. It would never be completely gone, he knew. Neither the guilt for Enji's own actions, that he would have to carry fully for the rest of his life, nor the guilt for Touya's actions. But it still got just a little bit lighter. Enji's shoulders slumped a little.

Both boys stayed mostly silent for the rest of the visit and they didn't stay long, maybe sensing that Enji was too tired and too weak to entertain them for more than half an hour.

"Dad," Shoto started eventually. "I think it's time for us to go. Rest, so you can heal. As soon as you get better, I need you to start my training again. I still haven't mastered Flashfire completely."

Enji blinked at him, surprised. Then he nodded. He had enough experience teaching these kids now, that he felt confident that he could impart his knowledge without having to be able to demonstrate it. As long as he could get out of hospital and get a handle on his speech-impediment, he would be able to teach Shoto even without his quirk. Blinking the tears away — and why did he always cry! — he nodded once more.

There was one more thing he had to do.

"Can you do…" Enji scowled at his inability to find the right word. "Can you…" Without finishing the sentence, he turned to the drawer where the phone was. He indicated for Shoto to take it out. When Fuyumi first gave it to him, he immediately dropped it. Thankfully, it fell softly on his mattress, but he didn't want to risk dropping it again, maybe the next time against the hard floor. Shoto picked the phone up with questioningly raised eyebrows.

"Pl...Please call Haw—ks," Enji asked, the words coming out stiff and awkward, stumbling over the consonants. He made a helpless little motion with his hand as if dialing in the air. He had tried it earlier, but he didn't have the precision in his fingers to type accurately.

Shoto looked curious, but after only short hesitation, he switched the phone on. It was time to ask for that plush.

Enji read Yuri's letter the next day. There was a small Good Luck charm in the envelope. A tiny wooden figure, that Endeavor thought was a pair of wittled deer antlers. Thankfully, unlike Maki, Yuri used almost no Kanji at all.

'Dear Endeavor,

I've decided that I want to be a hero. With Tobio's help, I know I can do it. My quirk causes a lot of destruction, so every time I tell people that I want to be a hero, they say it's impossible. I know I have to train a lot, but I'm sure I can make it. I want to be a hero like Endeavor. Somebody who can save people.

When I told my uncle, he said that it's your fault what happened in Nasadaa. But I know he's wrong. I know you wouldn't do that because you're a hero. It's probably because of you, that the rest of the city wasn't destroyed too. Biwako lost her home and one of her neighbors is very hurt, but she says it wasn't your fault. So, she knows it better than my uncle. I don't understand why people blame you. I wish I was older, then people would take me serious. Then I could tell them that they're wrong and they wouldn't just dismiss me. I don't think that's fair.

So, I will be a hero. And then they'll have to listen to me. And when I'm big and a great hero, somebody will ask me why I'm a hero, and I tell them that it's because of Endeavor. And when I save people, they will know that I can only do that, because I was saved by Endeavor, too. So, when you saved me, you really saved all the people that I will save in the future. I want you to know that. That you didn't just save me.

Sensei doesn't say much about how you are doing. But last month my father sat down with me, and he told me that the news said you wouldn't make it. I cried the whole night, Endeavor! Because you can't die. I need you to stay alive and watch me when I become a hero. Can you please do that? Can you stick around long enough to watch me be a hero? And then, when you're some old and grey grandpa, you can turn on the TV and you'll see me. And then you could tell people: "I know that kid. I saved that kid." But you have to be alive for that!

I bet it's just nonsense anyway. Endeavor doesn't die that easy, right? They're all just idiots who believe everything the news tell them.

Your Yuri.'

So, there's a bit of a reveal. Some were asking what happened to Touya. He's in prison now, waiting for his trial.
I'm in the phase where I'm starting to wrap everything up. So, those were the last moments in the fic with Fuyumi and Shoto for the most part. Their stories are pretty much done. I also wanted to mention the kids again, because I like this 'how he influenced the future generation' stuff...
Enji's already making massive strides in his recovery. He can speak again - woohoo - even if it's difficult and he keeps to short sometimes incomplete sentences for now.
Also as a side note, we missed Natsuo's birthday and Enji's own birthday is coming up real soon.

As a little teaser I've decided to give you the Chapter Titles for the last two chapters and the Epilogue:
Chapter 101: The Long Journey
Chapter 102: Father and Son
Epilogue - The Fujiwara Legacy

You're free to make predictions about the stuff that'S still missing. When I sat to wrap this up there were so many loose threads to tie together, and I'm sure I missed something.