After the war, you and Enji moved to your hometown after he finally got divorced and cut ties with his old family, it was the right thing to do. Physiotherapy was progressing, although there was still a long way to go, he was no longer a hero and had fallen into a depression that he never wanted to let you know. His once muscular body was already neglected, his six-pack abs were now nothing more than a soft layer of fat on his abdomen, although he was not overweight.

His hair began to grow again and they managed to implant a new arm, although his look was not the same, his face full of small scars and burns seemed somewhat sad, tired and without the desire to exist. His family would have everything, but he would have nothing but his money... being temporarily dependent on you, if his physical therapy did not progress.

"Thank you, baby..."