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Paragon of Korra

Epilogue

"Talking"

"Thinking"

"Bijū/spirit talking"

"Bijū/spirit thinking"

(Location: Republic City)

There were some days Thoryn had a hard time believing just what his life had turned out to be. Barely a year ago, he had been a greaser (he still felt like a greaser), hanging out with his gang and causing mayhem on the streets. It had been nothing serious, until it was. Just before he would've gotten into serious trouble with the cops, he was taken in by Bolin, the owner of the Pro-bending Arena, and given a place to stay.

But it came at a price. He was taught how to Pro-bend. At first, he thought it was stupid. Why would he learn the sport if he would never be allowed to play it? He was a greaser off the streets. When he mentioned it to Bolin, the old Earthbender smiled nostalgically and then told him to go create a team. He did as he was told and suddenly, they were placed in a match. And in that match, Thoryn discovered he was the Avatar. He wouldn't have believed if he didn't remember bending water for deflection without thinking. Bolin had thought the whole thing funny, but he wouldn't say why.

But since his revelation, he had been thrust into the spotlight. Several people wanted him to leave Republic City and travel the countries, supposedly in the name of learning the elements. But Bolin kept him in the city, at the Arena, training him how to Earthbend. He said it was because his team was still in the Pro-bending league. They couldn't just leave. But he had to wonder if it was something more than that.

In the moments where he had time to himself, he found himself thinking about him being the Avatar. More importantly, he thought about his predecessor, Avatar Korra. Everyone knew her. How could they not? Avatar Korra was the one who stopped the Equalists from taking control of Republic City, who reopened the Spirit Portals during Harmonic Convergence, who stopped the tyrant Kuvira when she tried to conquer the United Republic, creating the third Spirit Portal in the process. And that had just been in the first two decades of her life. Just how the hell was he supposed to compare to that, let alone live up to it?

It was a question that dogged his every step it seemed. He wanted an answer but he didn't know where to get it. That was why he was here in Avatar Korra State Park, looking up at her statue. Most people preferred to see the statue of her at the entrance to the Spirit Portal. Bolin had shown this statue of her and Thoryn found he liked it better. She looked much closer to his age. It seemed more relatable.

So he sat against his motorcycle's seat and looked up at the statue. Avatar Korra looked composed, confident, like she knew what she was going to do. Thoryn didn't know if he was going to be like that. Half the time he didn't know what the Avatar was supposed to do. "Did you ever feel like this?" he asked the statue. He didn't get an answer. Not like he expected one.

Jet butted his head against his arm. The pygmy puma had ridden on the backseat. "What?" Thoryn asked him. "I already fed you. Don't get greedy." Jet gave him a flat look, telling him that food wasn't always on his mind. He smiled a little. "Sorry, Jet. Just thinking about…everything, I guess."

The pygmy puma butted his head against his hand. He lifted it and started scratching. Jet's purring was soothing. It and his scratching his head let them both relax. Jet had been with Thoryn's side for four years now. The puma had somehow gotten into his gang's hideout and made it his own. He didn't care that there were people already living there. It was his now and he would fight it to keep it so.

He had terrorized and annoyed the gang so much that they were already to kill what they thought of as a pest. Thoryn had been the only one who thought differently. Each day he brought the puma some scraps of meat, leaving it out in the open and sitting close by. It took some time but eventually the puma came out and ate the scraps in front of him. After that, they bonded and he named it Jet. Since then, Jet had never been far from his side. Now that he thought about it, perhaps Jet was another reason Bolin seemed to know he was the Avatar. Apparently, it was tradition for the Avatar to have an animal companion.

Jet stopped purring and looked out at the park. A growl bubbled up in his throat. Jet didn't growl at just anything. Thoryn pushed off the bike, slipping into a strong Earthbending stance. It was the only form he really knew at the moment but he knew it like the back of his hand. "Who's there?" he called out. He had thought the park was empty. It usually is this early on a weekday. People didn't come out until lunch or after work hours.

He didn't see anyone around. That didn't mean there wasn't anyone there. Bolin had taught him to be aware of his surroundings and he thought he knew the lesson well enough. He heard a bird shriek as a shadow flew over his head. He turned around and saw an iguana parrot perched on Avatar Korra's statue, right on her head. It looked down at him with a disinterested look. It glanced at Jet, whose growling had gotten louder, and dismissed him.

Thoryn looked at the bird. He knew about birds to know that iguana parrots weren't native to the city. So how was it here? He was so focused on the bird he didn't realize someone was behind him until he felt the hand on his arm. "Shit, I've been caught!" he thought as he was turned around. He expected to be attacked.

He didn't expect to be hugged. "What?" he thought confusedly. Details started coming through his mind. His hugger was just as tall or taller than him, stronger than him, and was also very much a woman. He could feel her breasts against his chest.

"I found you," her voice, smoky and rich, said in relief. "After all these years, I found you again."

He tried to pull himself away but her hug was too strong. "Get off, get off!" he cried, pushing with all he could. He was suddenly let go and his momentum nearly drove him into his bike. He steadied himself and turned around. He saw a woman standing there, looking at him with love in her eyes. Her eyes were unique, one blue and one half-green, half-blue. Her black hair had some grey strands but she wore them well. None of that excused the fact she hugged him out of nowhere. "Who are you?"

She didn't look hurt, only mildly surprised. "Of course you don't know me," she said. "Sorry to surprise you like that."

Why did she make it sound like they were friends? "Who are you?" he asked again.

"Don't you recognize me?"

"No."

"Trust your instincts. It'll tell you the truth."

He didn't know why but he listened to her. Somehow, he felt like he knew her. Like she was somehow a part of him and he her. It wasn't trust, not exactly. But it somehow right to be close to her. He didn't know he felt like that. "What's going on here?"

His confusion must've been on his face. She had seen it. "You feel it, don't you?" she asked him. "You feel how right it is."

That might be true but he didn't trust it completely. He grew up on the streets and out there, trust had to be earned. "You keep away from me," he told her, slipping back into the Earthbending stance.

She saw the move and looked upset. "You don't need to do that. I'm here now. Everything will be alright." She took a step towards him, her hand reaching out for his face. It looked gentle, loving.

He reacted instantly. "I said keep away!" He stomped the ground, bending the earth to push her back. She didn't react well, almost stumbling when she tried to keep her balance. The bird shrieked in anger. It flared its wings, like it was about to swoop down and attack him. Jet's growl filled the area as it stared down the bird, ready to leap from the bike to attack.

It was grounds for a fight but the woman got back to her feet. "No, Ozai," she told the bird. "Don't. He doesn't know why he did it."

Suddenly there was a sound of steel being drawn. "Funny," a new voice remarked, "I'd say he knew exactly why he did it."

They both turned towards the voice. The woman scowled like she saw something wrong. "Asami," she all but spat out.

The Paragon of the Fire Nation pointed her Zanpakutō at her. "Thoryn, you alright?" she asked without looking at him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Unlike the woman, he knew he could trust Asami. When he had been revealed as the Avatar, she had come to him and introduced herself. The second he saw her he knew that he could trust her. He hugged her without thinking. It was a move that surprised everyone, even him. But then she told him who she was. She was Avatar Korra's lover and friend.

"Good."

"What are you doing here?" Jaya demanded, staring at her with baleful eyes.

"The better question is what are you doing here?"

She looked at Thoryn again, her eyes filling with love again. "I came to find him."

Asami saw the look and knew what it meant. "You think you love him, don't you?" she asked scathingly. "Guess you didn't love Korra after all."

She snapped her eyes back at the old woman. "I did love Korra. I loved her more than you." And that boy was Korra. That was all that mattered to her.

"You never did and you never will. You know that," she said. "After all, isn't that why you were there that day?"

"I didn't kill her," she said, making sure each word was heard.

Thoryn felt a chill run over his body. Why did it felt like he was hearing about Avatar Korra's death? It was a well-known story. A massive tsunami wave had threatened to swallow the outer islands of the Fire Nation. Avatar Korra had been on Ember Island at the time and quickly moved to help evacuate the islands. When it became clear there wasn't enough time to get everyone out, she went out to sea and took on the tsunami. It broke and the islands were saved. But Avatar Korra had disappeared. Her body washed up on the shore two days later, dead.

But now he looked at the woman with a burning look. Did she somehow kill Avatar Korra? "You were there," Asami said. "You could've helped."

"It was too late. I've told you and the others that countless times."

"I didn't believe it then. I don't believe it now."

"Well, that's your problem."

A girl ran up to them, coming to a stop by Asami's side. Thoryn was surprised to see her. "Zula?"

"Thoryn?" she said back. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same thing of you."

She glanced up at Asami. "Following her. She just took off." She looked at the situation. "I can see why, though."

Jaya looked at the girl, instantly realizing just who she was. It looked like the Fire Paragon found an apprentice. Asami stood in front of Zula, keeping her eyes on the Dark Avatar. "Walk away, Jaya," she told her. "We both know how a fight between us will go. And this time, I won't hesitate to kill you."

She looked at her for a moment longer. "Fine," she said. She held out her arm and her iguana parrot landed on her shoulder. As she walked away, she leaned over and cupped Thoryn's face. "It's alright," she told him. "I'll be back and we'll talk."

His first reaction wasn't to jerk his face out of her hand. That was the second reaction. The first was to lean into the warmth, let it flow through into his body and enjoy it. Good thing Asami was staring pointedly at him, otherwise he might've followed the first. Jaya looked disappointed when he pulled away from her but she left all the same.

No one said a word as she left them. No one said anything for a few minutes afterwards. Zula broke the silence. "Well, that was tense."

Thoryn looked at his friend. She must've been running, considering how her hair was tied back and the clothes she wore fitted to her body. "Thanks for the obvious there," he told her. He turned to Asami. "Who was that?"

She kept her eyes on the path Jaya left. "That was Jaya, the Dark Avatar," she said shortly.

He knew who that was. Everyone did. Jaya, the Dark Avatar, the counterpart to Avatar Korra. If the Avatar was there to keep peace in the Bending Countries, the Dark Avatar created conflict. The two of them were locked in a fight that neither could stop. At least that was the stories he had heard. He had also thought that the two Avatars hated each other because of what they stood for. Yet he didn't feel hate for Jaya and she thought she loved him. Were the stories wrong?

His brain kicked back to the sight of Jaya and he was surprised. "Wait, that was Jaya?" he asked.

Asami nodded. "Yes."

He looked back to where the Dark Avatar had disappeared to. He looked back to the Paragon and her apprentice. "I know I'm probably going to get punched for this, but damn that woman looks good." Even though she was in her sixties, Jaya was a woman that could make men pay attention. If she looked like that now, she must've been a knockout when she was younger.

Asami didn't punch him. Neither did Zula. Instead the apprentice said, "Keep it in your pants, Thoryn." He might be the Avatar but she still remembered him when he used to be a greaser. He liked women as soon as he figured out just what they could mean to a guy and chased after them as much as he could. Looks like that hadn't changed.

He scowled at Zula. They had been friends back when they were both in the gang. She was the only one who could go toe-to-toe with him, sometimes even beating him. It was even more impressive since she wasn't a Bender. Maybe that was why she was chosen to be Asami's apprentice. "I'm just stating a fact."

"Of course you were," she said sarcastically.

"As amusing as this is to listen to," Asami said, cutting them both off, "What are you doing here, Thoryn? I thought that you'd be at the Arena training."

"I've got time for that," he said dismissively. This had been more important. He glanced up at the statue again. "I came here to think."

"About what?"

"Everything about the Avatar. I mean, just how the hell am I supposed to do this." He gestured up at the statue. "How do I compare against her? What she did, I don't know if I could ever do something like that."

For a long moment, Asami said nothing. She looked at Korra's statue and at Thoryn. Finally she smiled and said, "Follow me." She turned around and walked away. Her apprentice followed her a second later. Two seconds after that, Thoryn came, pushing his bike alongside him. Jet jumped up between the handles and sat there. It was rare that he could sit in the front seat.

They kept walking until they reached the park's west entrance. Like the rest of the park, it was empty, giving them plenty of room. What dominated the entrance was a statue of a man. In his right hand he held a book while his left rested on the pommel of a sword. The eyes stared straight ahead. Thoryn looked at those eyes, realizing that if he was to follow the gaze, he would return to Avatar Korra's statue. Weird.

Zula looked at the statue puzzledly. "So why are we here?" she asked Asami. "And who's the old guy?"

She looked up at the statue with a nostalgic smile. "That's Naruto Uzumaki, my sensei."

That name got their attention. Like Avatar Korra, they knew who Naruto Uzumaki was. If not as a famous author then as a Paragon. The statue was placed in his honor after his death, at the west exit because he had been the Paragon of the Fire Nation. "Okay, why are we here?"

"When I was his apprentice, he asked Korra a question, something he asked me later on."

"What was the question?"

"When does a man stop being a man and starts becoming a legend?"

The teens looked at each other. They didn't really know the answer to that. Maybe she would tell them? "What's the answer?" Thoryn asked.

Unlike her sensei, she was willing to hand them the answer. It why she was going to bring Zula here in the first place, before running afoul of Jaya. "When the people who knew the man die," she told them.

It almost made sense to Zula but not quite. "What does it mean?" she asked.

Asami looked at Thoryn. "You see Korra and you see her at the Avatar, thinking about all the things she did, right?" He nodded. "I look at her statue and I remember how stubborn she'd get over something she believed in, how infuriating she could be when she didn't budge on something, how short her temper could get when she got mad, how she'd make mistakes when she thought she was doing the right thing and not consider the fallout. I remember how she would smile when she saw her friends, when she did a good job, and when she saw the end results of her achievements."

Thoryn listened to what she said. It made sense. "So what you're saying that I should try to think of her as a person and not the Avatar?"

"It certainly helps but you can't do that since you didn't know her. But it can help you with your friends."

"No problem there," Zula said. "I don't think I'm ever going to see Thoryn other than a hound dog who likes fast bikes." Of course there was also his determination and his support for the people he considered family but she wasn't going to let him hear that.

"And I'm not going to see Zula other than a girl whose tongue gets her in trouble more than she cared to admit," he retorted. She could back her tongue up with skills and she was good with plants and animals but if she wasn't going to say anything good about him, he wouldn't say anything either.

Asami smiled, knowing what they weren't saying. "There you go. You have to remember who people are and not what they're believed to be."

Zula looked at the statue again. "What do you remember when you look at him, Asami-sensei?" she asked. Why else would she bring them here?

She looked up at the statue again. There were plenty of statues and reminders of her sensei around the city, especially in the museum. But she liked this one the best because she felt it captured how he was both a Paragon and not. "I remember how mischievous he could be, how he would torment me in the form of lessons, how he would guide me to the points he was trying to make, how annoyed he got when his writing was interrupted, how blunt his opinion could be when it was asked, and how terrifying he could be when someone had pushed him too far."

Funny, her apprentice would've said a few of the same things of her. It was like Asami enjoyed tormenting her so she could learn (she was still keeping an eye out for any possible ambushes) but she would also guide her to the lesson's point without getting frustrated. Zula wondered if she would be like that when she took an apprentice after the Paragon, far off in the future. She saw the sad smile on Asami's lips. "You miss him."

"I miss them both," she replied. When Naruto had died, she had Korra to help her grieve. But when she died, she felt alone. But then she remembered she wasn't. There were still her friends, who were grieving just like her.

Thoryn looked at the statue again. This time, he saw it differently. "I understand," he told Asami. He shouldn't think about what Avatar Korra would do. He should only think about what he would do.

"Good."

"Hey, um…if I ever contact her spirit, would you like me to pass something on for you?" He knew that technically he could contact Korra's spirit for guidance but he hadn't done that yet. He hadn't been able to anything spiritual yet. But he was still willing to try if she wanted to. It just felt awkward to ask.

The old woman smiled and waved it away. "No, it's alright, Thoryn. Korra knows I love her, just like our children do." Back when she told Mako what they were thinking, she never would've thought she would be a part of it. The first time it happened, she blamed how much alcohol and how unsure she felt about the whole thing for why she joined Korra and Mako, making it into a threesome. If that hadn't been surprising, both of them getting pregnant certainly had been. And even though they were love with each other, and how they thought of Mako as a friend, they wanted more children and went back for more, twice. For the longest time Mako, who now ran the Republic City Police as its Chief, was known as the Lucky SOB because he kept sleeping with them both (never one at a time).

Zula knew she would be thinking about the lesson for the day but she figured there was more stuff to do. But her sensei surprised her. "Alright, Zula, you can have the day off."

"What?" she asked, caught off-guard. "You serious?"

"Yes. I have to go over to Future Industries and check in." Hiroshi, her second son, was the one who inherited the business from her. But he was still in his early days and sometimes he felt like he was out of his depth. So she came in and offer advice. "Besides, you two should get back to the Arena." She passed Zula, pressing something into her hand, and walked out of the park.

They watched her leave and then looked at each other puzzledly. "Why would we go back to the Arena?" Thoryn asked. Zula looked at what was in her hand. It was a stack of papers. She pulled the one off the top and read it.

I heard that Natsumi Uzumaki is going to be stopping by. Fair warning, she prefers to be called Nat.

They looked at each other, wonder in their eyes. "Natsumi Uzumaki?" Thoryn repeated. "She's coming?"

"That's what the note says." They knew who Natsumi was. She and her team were one of the greats, if not the greatest, Pro-bending teams in the history of the league. She was known as the Blue Dragon, not just because she could bend blue fire like her grandmother (and Zula's namesake) but also because she was one of the few people in the world to have learned from the dragons themselves.

"Is she kidding?" She pulled off the next note.

I'm not kidding. Think of this as a chance to learn some Firebending, Thoryn.

"Whoa, I never thought of that." A chance to learn Firebending from the Blue Dragon herself? That would be like a dream come true for him.

Maybe she could do the same thing for Zula. She hoped she could. "What are we doing standing around here?" she asked him.

"I don't know." His eyes fell to the last piece in her hand. She looked down and opened it.

The two of you might want to get a move on.

"How does she do that?" the two of them asked at the same time. Then they climbed aboard Thoryn's bike, Jet settling into Zula's lap. He all but tore out of the park, barreling down the streets back for the Arena.

(Location: Konoha)

Arashi saved the last document and closed the program. "Finally," he said, closing the laptop and leaning back in his chair with a sigh. The door to the office and one of his aides came in. "If you come baring more work, know that you're walking on dangerous grounds," he warned, fixing the aide with a hard look.

The aide shrugged it off. He had been working for the Hokage for two decades now. Unlike the younger aides, he didn't get scared by that look. "Relax, Lord Hokage," he said. "I don't have any paperwork. But you do have a meeting with the Raikage at two."

He frowned. "He's not in the village, is he?" He would've gotten word about that.

"Video conference," he reminded him.

"Ah, right." That method of communication had gotten a lot better since computers evolved technologically.

The aide smirked. "You didn't forget, did you?"

"Knock it off, Genma." He was in his seventies. That didn't mean he was senile. And he could still kick some butts if he wanted to.

"Of course, Lord Arashi." He might tease the old man but that was because they had worked together for so long. He respected the living legend that sat behind the desk. The Ryu no Konoha was responsible for spearheading the creation of the Shinobi Federation, bringing the Five Great Shinobi Countries together into one form of government, helping create better trade and resources deals with them all, ensuring that there was peace in the Elemental Countries.

He pushed back from the desk and stood up. "This is the meeting about the rail system from the Land of Lightning to the Land of Fire, correct?" he asked, double-checking the facts in his head. There were a lot of meeting between the Kages. He could admit the details could very well get mixed up.

"Yes."

"What's after that?" he asked as they headed for the door.

His aide fell in behind him, ready to fill in the details. "There's a construction project on the village's outskirts that requires your sign-off, and you have a meeting with the Academy to review prospective Genin," he said, following him out into the hallway.

"How many this year?"

"A couple dozen, but of course that's likely to change after the test."

"A couple dozen," he repeated. "Itachi must be pleased." His brother-in-law had been making strides as the Academy's Headmaster. Students didn't become Genin until they were at least sixteen. But they did get some experience beforehand, taking D-ranked missions around the village. Other villages had taken noticed and started copying the method, which was the point.

"I believe he is, my lord. Oh, and your daughter has returned from the hospital with her son."

That got his attention and made him smile. "Finally, I'll be able to meet my grandson." He had been ecstatic when Mito had given birth but the workload suddenly turned heavy and complicated. He couldn't get out of the office until it was dark for the entire week and by then, visiting hours were over.

They came to a stop in front of a door. Genma checked inside and told Arashi, "They're ready for you."

"Thank you, Genma." He opened the door himself. "Wish me luck."

"Don't have to, Lord Hokage." It was an open secret that the Hachidaime Hokage was considered to have luck on his side.

By the time he was done with everything, he was walking home with the sun setting. People were heading home like him. If they saw him, they would smile and wave, or bow their heads in respect. They knew he had done more than enough to earn it. To them, Arashi Uzumaki was a Hokage on par with the Shodaime Hokage. Personally, he felt like there was more work to do before he could stop and bask in the respect.

His main worry was the Shinobi Federation. He had brought it together and led it through the early days. It sometimes made him wonder if it would all fall apart when he died. It might be arrogant of him to think that but he felt it was a valid concern. So he did his best to share the responsibilities and problems with the other Kages. That way, it could all keep going after he died. Of course, that didn't mean there weren't troubles now. He felt like the new Mizukage was up to something. She would need to be kept an eye on.

He also thought about the mantle of Hokage. He had been wearing the hat for three, close to four, decades now. Some of his councilors and his friends had started suggesting that he look for his successor. While he still could do the work, he took their words to heart and kept an eye out on his shinobi. He didn't have any choices at the moment, but it was still the early days.

"I'm home," he called out as he walked through the front door. Taking off his shoes was a process that got longer with each year.

Tsukiko appeared at the end of the hallway. Like him, her hair had long turned white and there were winkles on her face that she wore with pride. She was still the same girl he fell in love with and still loved. "Took you long enough," she said. "How hard is it to come see your first grandson?"

"You'd be surprised," he remarked. "Is Mito here?"

She nodded. "And her husband too." Of course Shiro would come. He and Mito had been happily married for five years now.

Together they walked into the living room, where their daughter and son-in-law were waiting. "Evening all," Arashi said as he appeared.

Mito looked up from the bundle in her arms and smiled. The smile made her eyes look brighter. Even though she had her mother's black hair, her eyes were all Uzumaki blue. Her little brother Shisui was the exact opposite, having his blonde hair but her dark eyes. "Hi, Dad."

"Mito." He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Shiro."

"Lord Hokage," he said respectfully. He was a civilian but that didn't mean he couldn't respect the old man. After all, he had put the fear of Kami in him when he started dating Mito.

He looked down at the bundle in Mito's arms, almost seeing a face. His grandson. "May I hold him?" he asked.

"Of course." She held out the bundle and he took it.

He went over to the sofa and sat down, looking at his grandson. The baby was currently sleeping, nuzzling towards his warmth. He shifted so the baby was closer to his body. "He's beautiful," he told his parents. "What's his name?"

"Naruto, after your grandfather."

Well, the baby certainly had the right hair color for the name, although there were no whisker birthmarks on his cheeks. He looked down at the baby again and saw his eyes were open, looking up at him. They were the same color blue his mother had, and his grandfather. They looked up at Arashi with a quiet curiosity, trying to figure out who he was.

The hair, the eyes, and the shape of the baby's face all came together for Arashi. All they would have to do was put those birthmarks on and he would be looking at his grandfather. And that made him wonder. "He didn't…" he thought to himself. His grandfather could not have been that bored of the Spirit World.

Well, whatever. That was a question for a later day, maybe a later year. Right now, he chose to focus on what he knew for certain. Like his grandson in his arms. "Hello, Naruto," he told the baby. "I'm your Jiji." The baby smiled happily at him. And it made him smile back.

End

Author's note: Thank you for all the reviews you've sent me.

Whoever came up with the idea for Avatar Thorcyn, thank you. The idea of a greaser Avatar never would've come to me if I tried. And with the way things progress for the Bending Countries, it does make sense they'd hit the 50s almost 60s years after the show. Who knows, they might hit the 90s in a century or so.

As much as I'd like to have Korra live a long life, reality doesn't always make that true. I think a partial reason why there were so many Avatars before Aang was because some, if not a lot, of them died young. Plus with Jaya around, it invites more chances of her dying.

As you've probably guessed, Naruto isn't the only one who's got a statue in the park. Yue, Gāng, and Bumi do to. Yue's is at the north exit, Gāng at the east, and Bumi at the south. Each represents the nations they're the Paragons of.

I think that Zula and Thoryn aren't going to fall in love but rather stay friends. It is possible for a guy to have a girl friend (who isn't a girlfriend) and that can happen here too. I had thought about making Zula a lesbian but that would've been pushing it a little too far.

If anyone got confused, Korra and Asami ended up having six children, three for each, and Mako is the only father. I figured they have three boys and three girls. As to who came from whom, I'll leave that up for you to decide.

If anyone is wondering where Kurama is, he went the same way as the other Bijū. And his Zanpakutō was buried with him.

In regards to Arashi's side of the world, things look a lot better than they used to. That doesn't mean the troubles are over. That's something I personally believe about books. At the end of things, life still goes on and that means problems do too. Whenever I finish a story, I try to write it so the life of it goes beyond the last word.

Alright, I've thought long and hard about this, practically since I finished Misplaced, and I have come to a decision regarding fanfiction:

I'm bowing out.

Don't get me wrong, I loved writing my stories, putting the time and effort into them. But I joined as an author back in high school. That was nearly eight years ago. I joined to sharpen my talent as a writer and in the process learned a few things. But now, it's time for me to get out into the world and write some original stuff.

I might come back, some time down the road. I still owe you all that Naruto/Hobbit crossover, retry Woken from exile, and there are plenty of ideas that I'd like to get out, maybe in a drabble story. And I'm still editing Misplaced. But there'll be nothing new for now.

So thank you for all your time reading my stories. If you're interested in of my original work, I've got some short stories on Amazon. Look under my name: Jacob Neuse.

I'll see you all around.