Chapter 25: Book Water Finale Part Two
The first scene after the opening credits picked up from the previous episode. Sokka and Princess Yue were reunited with Katara, but the audience could immediately see that Katara was taking the defeat personally. She hadn't just lost a fight against Zuko—the Banished Prince had also captured the Avatar. Her eyes glistened with tears.
Izuku could relate. Back at camp, he had felt the same crushing weight when the League of Villains took Bakugo. The feeling of failure had hit him like a tidal wave. Only Kirishima and the other members of Class 1A had been there to pull him back, pushing him toward the plan to rescue Bakugo.
Sokka, noticing his sister's tears, didn't offer help lightly. He reminded everyone of the chaos during the siege and reasoned that Zuko wouldn't go too far.
Aizawa, the homeroom teacher of Class 1A, offered his own insight. "Katara, your brother is right. Zuko wouldn't go far, and based on how he entered the Northern Tribe's mainland, he wouldn't take the same route unless risking the Avatar to drown." He paused, taking a measured breath, then added, "I'm proud of you. You aren't the same helpless girl who could barely control her bending. You've grown. Your loss to Zuko isn't the end—let it be a lesson, not a mark of failure. You, your brother, and the Princess can rescue the Avatar. Get up. You're stronger than this. Don't be howling like a Hog-Monkey."
The students were surprised to hear such words from Aizawa. It was almost out of character for him, but he was right. Katara had grown into a warrior, and even in defeat, she had achieved so much.
It was also true that Prince Zuko wouldn't go far, nor would he try to exit the mainland the same way he entered. But then a question arose: where would he take the Avatar?
"That's a good question," Itsuka said. "The logical escape would be the newly destroyed wall. But there's a problem. Zuko can't move stealthily like he did as the Blue Spirit. Both sides would recognize the Avatar, and Zuko would become a slow-moving target. Too risky. He wouldn't go to the wall."
Iida nodded in agreement. "Mr. Aizawa is right. The Prince wouldn't use the Pinniped as an exit unless the Avatar he's carrying were already dead. That would just restart the cycle with either the Northern or Southern Water Tribes. He wouldn't risk that. He would find another option."
Mirio added his perspective. "Itsuka and Iida are right. Zuko wouldn't go for either exit now. He'd hide until the heat between the Water Tribe and the Fire Nation dies down."
The reasoning made sense to the first-year students. Trying to escape now would be far too risky. Zuko would have to be patient and play his cards carefully if he wanted to succeed—and make his father proud.
Nejire raised a brow. "You think he wouldn't try to escape now?"
Tamaki answered. "I believe Mirio is right. Soldiers on both sides are alert for the Avatar. Zuko would wait until the coast is clear. If he's still on the move, the rest of Team Avatar should search for him. He won't go far from the shore or mainland, especially if he's looking for an exit."
The students leaned back, letting that settle. They watched as the remaining members of Team Avatar went out to search for Aang. Kota smiled when he noticed Momo left behind. "Katara's right. If Aang comes back alone, you'll be there for him."
The scene shifted to a new, unknown location. The audience glimpsed Zuko carrying the Avatar piggyback, trudging through a blizzard.
"What is Zuko doing?" Toga asked, worried. "Do you think he has a plan?"
Dabi remained silent, unsure what to tell her. He could only hope that Zuko had a plan—not just for success, but for survival.
02:44 - 03:16
The next scene shifted to a completely new location: the Spirit World.
The audience had no idea what rabbit hole they had just fallen into. This wasn't like the first time Aang astral-projected his soul while staying on Earth. This was the Avatar entering the Spirit World for the first time—fully immersed.
The Spirit World was like stepping into Wonderland: surreal, beautiful, and utterly unpredictable. Whether it was a fairy tale from a little girl's imagination or a real dimension that defied logic, the audience couldn't tell. The question lingered—would this world make any sense, or was nonsense the natural order of the Spirit World?
"This is amazing… this is the Spirit World," Midnight whispered, her eyes wide at the swampy landscape. The audience got the sense there was more here than just a swamp. Some quietly hoped they wouldn't run into Alice's talking flowers, a disappearing cat, or a ruthless Red Queen.
Many gulped, not wanting a Spirit wanting the head of the Avatar to be chopped off.
As Aang moved cautiously, searching for answers, he spotted a meditating monkey.
"Well, that's not something you see every day," Kaminari said, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think this monkey knows how to speak?"
Jiro rubbed her temples. "I hate this place. The Spirit World makes Kaminari sound like a genius. Up is down, hot is cold, and now animals can possibly talk?"
Right on cue, the monkey spoke, telling the Avatar to go away. Jiro facepalmed. "Why me?!"
Annoyed by the monkey—and by Jiro's whining—Kosei tried to plead. "Please, the Avatar is just looking for help!" The monkey, unimpressed, hummed and returned to meditation.
"What the hell is with this monkey? Meditating in the Spirit World? This is basically Nirvana already!" Togaru muttered.
"The Band?" Kaibara asked Togaru.
Niregenki stepped in. "Not the band… though Smells Like Teen Spirit is a great song." The others murmured in agreement, but he continued. "Togaru meant Nirvana in the Buddhist sense—a transcendent state without suffering, desire, or sense of self. Nirvana isn't really a place, but entering the Spirit World… it reminds me of it."
"What about Wonderland? Can we compare it to Nirvana?"
Niregenki hesitated. "Uh… I'd rather not say."
Meanwhile, the monkey instructed the Avatar to chase a glowing ball of light.
"Is it just me," Jiro muttered, "or is the Avatar being sent on a wild goose chase?"
The audience could only watch as Aang followed the strange, floating light, stepping deeper into the unpredictable, whimsical—and possibly dangerous—Spirit World.
03:16 - 03:26
Niregenki was right—it was a wild goose chase. He doubted that glowing ball of light was even remotely helpful.
"You know what? I was wrong," he muttered. "The Avatar may have entered the Spirit World through meditation, like Nirvana, but… the Spirit World as a whole? Yeah… it's a nightmare masquerading as Wonderland."
"I hate this place!" Jiro snapped, throwing her hands up. "Everything's upside down, hot is cold, animals talk, and now we're chasing some useless glowing ball like idiots!"
Tomura Shigaraki, shirtless and fuming, clenched his fists so tightly it looked like his veins were about to pop. "I can't believe we're wasting our time on this crap," he growled. "This… this whole world is stupid."
Spinner, trying to keep his composure but clearly frustrated, groaned. "Seriously… who designed this place? Whoever did deserves a punch to the face. I'm done pretending this is cool."
The group collectively glared at the Spirit World, their patience completely spent. Even the glowing ball didn't get a single ounce of sympathy.
03:26 - 04:09
Failing to catch the glowing ball of light didn't give Aang the answers he was hoping for—but Avatar Roku could. The audience was thrilled to see the former Avatar once again.
"Avatar Roku," Izuku smiled, relieved to see Aang's past life return to guide him.
But before the audience could get any answers from Roku, the scene suddenly shifted—to Zuko.
The banished prince was still outside, fighting against the ruthless blizzard as he searched for shelter for both himself and the Avatar.
It didn't take long before disaster struck. Zuko stepped on a crack in the ice, and the entire landscape responded violently.
Dabi and Kosei's eyes widened. The danger was immediate.
"Zuko, run!" they both shouted instinctively, even though the prince couldn't hear them.
The entire audience leaned forward, gripping their seats as the ice split open beneath Zuko's feet, cracks spiderwebbing further and further across the frozen tundra.
Zuko sprinted as fast as he could until the ground finally gave way, sending him tumbling into a nearby cave.
Toga exhaled, clutching her chest. "Well… I guess that's a happy accident. At least he found shelter. They can wait out the blizzard there."
"For how long?" one of the villains muttered before turning toward Dabi.
Dabi scowled, his voice calm but sharp. "Before that accident, the Avatar met his past life. That means his time in the Spirit World is almost up. I hate that meditating monkey—but he actually did Zuko a favor. It stalled Aang's search. But now…" he paused, eyes narrowing at the screen, "time's no longer on Zuko's side. That blizzard won't last forever."
The rest of the villains said nothing, but they knew Dabi was right.
Aang would be back—sooner than anyone expected.
04.09 - 04:53
The scene shifted to Avatar Roku's explanation.
The former Avatar told Aang that to find the Ocean and Moon Spirits, he had to learn two things. The first was that the Ocean and Moon were not in the Spirit World—they had always been in the physical world, since the beginning.
"Wait… ever since the beginning? Like, from creation itself?!" Neito Monoma and the others were shocked. They had no idea the spirits were that old.
Reiko added her thoughts. "It makes sense if the Ocean and Moon Spirits represent the Ocean and Moon themselves. But this is very different from Ibarra's beliefs or Greek mythology. Still, we need to know how to find the spirits to help the Northern Water Tribe."
Neito straightened up. "Yanagi is right. We're here to find the spirits, not to debate creation stories. Please continue, Avatar Roku."
Roku continued. He didn't know where the two spirits were, but he knew someone who did—an ancient and dangerous spirit. The audience gasped at what could happen if anyone showed even the slightest emotion.
Kosei felt a shiver run down his spine. That's Koh… the Face Stealer. He's real, and he's here to test Aang. No expressions. No emotions. One wrong move and— He swallowed hard. No hero, no quirk, no trick could stop him. Not even Aang if he's careless.
Still, he forced himself to stay calm. We're lucky to even know who to look for. If Aang can handle this, maybe the Northern Water Tribe will be safe. We just have to hope he takes it seriously…
Itsuka nodded beside him. "I agree. Face Stealer isn't just a name. That's what he does. That's why Avatar Roku warned Aang. This spirit is dangerous."
Even with the warning, fear lingered. Everyone imagined what could happen if they faced Koh. There was no way to hide emotion completely, and no hero, villain, or quirk could stop him.
They were glad to be here to gather information from Koh. They could only hope Aang would take the warning seriously. No one wanted to see what Koh was capable of—or learn about his past victims.
04:53 - 05:09
The scene shifted back with Team Avatar. There was a tundra at the same place where Zuko was. However, the environmental incident from earlier cause Zuko's trail had vanished.
Toga laughed. "I was right, Happy Accident." Dabi on the other hand took a deep breath. Hoping that Team Avatar doesn't find the Avatar.
05:09 - 05:43
The scene shifted back with Zuko. The Banish Prince was about to make fire at the small shelter he found. Dabi paid attention as Zuko stood up and listened to every word the Prince had to rant.
Dabi feels he understood Zuko more after his rant, and he believes Fuyumi and Natsuo feel the same.
I finally have you, but I can't get you home because of this blizzard. There's always something. Not that you would understand. You're like my sister. Everything always came easy to her. She's a Firebending prodigy, and everyone adores her. My father says she was born lucky. He says I was lucky to be born. I don't need luck, though. I don't want it. I've always had to struggle and fight and that's made me strong. It's made me who I am.
The three older siblings understood what Zuko meant.
For Dabi, what is there to say? There is nothing left to say that hasn't already been said. Toya is Dabi for a reason; his scars are proof that he isn't a masterpiece like Shoto or Zuko's sister, the Princess. He had to struggle, had to endure hardships that forged him into who he is today. The hatred for his father, the desire to end him—that is what keeps him alive now. Just like Zuko, he doesn't need luck. He is determined to prove to himself that he can achieve something on his own, even if it means confronting Endeavor.
Fuyumi understood Zuko too. She isn't her father's masterpiece, and she wasn't born lucky. Perhaps "born lucky" isn't even the right description, but she feels it—she feels less valued. She had tried to please their father, had only spoken when spoken to, had existed to be seen, never heard. She believed that by being a good, obedient daughter, she could earn his acknowledgment, maybe even his approval.
But Fuyumi isn't blind or naive; that kind of thinking would have gotten her nowhere. She knows what their father did to the family—the pain he inflicted. Toya's death, their mother in the hospital, the weight of all those years of suffering. She watches her brother Natsuo, knowing he never hides his feelings toward their father. If given the chance, Fuyumi thinks, Natsuo would move out without hesitation. He would still care for Shoto, their mother, and herself, but there is no doubt he would never wish to see their father again. If Endeavor has truly changed since becoming number one, he should honor Natsuo's wish. To never see each other again—that might be the only act of goodness he could ever offer Natsuo.
And then there's Shoto, the golden child, the supposed masterpiece, the "lucky" one on paper. Even he hates their father. He isn't sure what his siblings think about his true feelings toward the old man, though he doesn't hide them, especially regarding what Endeavor did to their mother—driving her to the hospital with his obsession to mold Shoto into the number one hero. The recent events, Endeavor achieving number one after All Might's retirement, don't change anything. Their father's title means nothing. His legacy, in the eyes of his children, is a disaster. Twenty, fifty years from now, no one will care about Endeavor being number one. If any of his children have children, they may never even speak of him, for the pain he caused.
Whatever success Dabi, Fuyumi, Natsuo, or Shoto achieve in the years to come, it won't be due to luck. It will come from hard work, from perseverance, and from the great benefit of not having Enji Todoroki in their lives.
Dabi is just glad that Zuko has captured the Avatar. He turned this moment into his victory. He just has to wait and play his cards right.
05:43 - 06:37
The scene shifted back to the mainland. Smoke, flames, and sorrow swallowed the battlefield as the Waterbenders fought desperately, bending whatever scraps of water they could find. But it didn't matter. Against steel, fire, and engines that never tired, their bending looked small — almost powerless. Every fallen wall and every blast of fire made it clearer: the North was breaking.
"It's like Zuko said — they rise with the sun," Dabi muttered, his tone dark and almost hollow, as if what he was watching only confirmed the ugliness he already knew about the world. "Right now, the Fire Nation owns the day."
The Hero side fell silent. They didn't want to admit it — not to Dabi, and not to themselves. But he was right. The Northern Water Tribe hadn't survived because they were strong. They survived because they were hidden. Untouched. Unchallenged. And now, stripped of that isolation, they were being crushed by an enemy that had evolved while they stayed the same.
This wasn't a battle. It was a slow execution.
The sun hung overhead like a merciless judge, feeding the flames while offering the defenders no relief. The Waterbenders fought with spirit, but spirit alone didn't stop fire. Faith didn't stop metal. Tradition didn't stop war.
And as they watched those walls fall, one bleak truth settled in:
as long as the sun burned in the sky, the Firebenders would burn brighter — and the Northern Water Tribe would drown without water.
The scene continued with Iroh and Admiral Zhao.
Iroh calmly warned that their window was closing — the longer they remained in the Northern Water Tribe, the closer they came to nightfall. And once the moon returned, the Waterbenders would regain the advantage.
Shoto silently agreed. Once twilight falls, the sky turns black, and the moon rises… the battlefield flips. He could already picture it — Waterbenders slicing enemy tanks across ice, just like Katara did at the Northern Air Temple.
Then Zhao spoke again, and his tone shifted. He acknowledged the moon's power… but also hinted that he knew a way to "deal" with it.
That caught even All For One's attention. He raised a brow, intrigued. "Deal with the moon? I'm curious what this fool believes he can do."
Before answers came, a figure suddenly leapt onto Zhao's ship.
"Hahn?!" the students shouted in disbelief.
They knew about the assassination plan, but none of them actually expected Hahn to get this far.
Mina blinked a few times, conflicted. "I should feel happy. I should. But—" she breathed through her nose, annoyed. "God, give me patience. A part of me wants to kick him in the balls, yet the logical part of me wants him to succeed, so now I'm—"
"Mina," Jiro cut in flatly, "Zhao just pushed him off the ship."
Mina froze. "…Oh. Well. Thank God. I never believed in him anyway."
Her classmates stared, unimpressed.
Mina cleared her throat and forced the fakest sympathy known to man. "I mean—oh no. Tragic. Assassination failed. Very sad. What a loss."
Jiro only sighed and shook her head.
06:37 - 07:33
Admiral Zhao continued, his voice steady and proud as he recalled his past. He spoke of a time when he was still a lieutenant, buried in an underground library beneath the Earth Kingdom. Down in the shadows, surrounded by forbidden knowledge, he discovered secrets that were never meant for mortal eyes — the truth of the Moon and Ocean Spirits.
The room grew still.
They already knew from Avatar Roku that the spirits existed in the physical world… but not this. Not that the Moon and Ocean had abandoned their immortality — choosing to take on mortal forms that could bleed… and could die.
Uraraka's voice trembled with disbelief. "The Moon… and the Ocean… can be killed…?"
All Might didn't answer right away. His jaw tightened, and for the first time since Hei Bai, genuine fear clouded his eyes. "Yes… I'm afraid so, Young Uraraka." His voice was heavy, almost hollow. "This invasion… it isn't about conquering a nation. Zhao intends to do something far worse. If the spirits are living among the Northern Tribe… then he plans to end them."
The implication hit everyone like a freezing wave.
If Zhao succeeded, it would not stop at the Northern Water Tribe. The tides, the oceans, the balance of night and day — the world would unravel. Even the Fire Nation would drown in the consequences of their "victory."
All For One did not flinch, but even he looked disturbed — not out of morality, but disgust. So he truly believes he can pass judgment on the Moon and Ocean? he thought. A man who cannot even control his own pride… dares to challenge forces that govern the world itself? For all the villainy he had wrought in his own lifetime, this was beyond insanity. This was a mortal reaching for the throne of the gods — and smiling.
Izuku overheard Zhao mentioning that Iroh went to the spirit world. For now he wrote it down and asked Poker for answers later during their break. He believes they need explanation about Iroh and his connections to the spirit world.
07:33 - 8:11
The scene shifted back to Aang, now walking deeper into the Spirit World. The audience held their breath. They already knew this realm did not follow logic or reason—a place where nonsense could rule as truth, and truth could crumble into nonsense. Even so, the sight before them was unsettling in a different way. A colossal fox spirit towered over the tree-like cave Aang was about to enter. No one dared question it. They feared that if they even tried to understand, their own logic would snap in half. And besides—none of that mattered now.
Koh was the destination. Koh was the threat.
Aang took slow, frightened steps toward the cave, only to freeze at the sound of playful laughter. A strange creature—the curly-tailed bluenose—peeked from the shadows. Izuku leaned forward, notebook at the ready. Kota's eyes glimmered, expecting something cute.
Then the creature turned.
The theater erupted in screams. Izuku fumbled his pencil. Kota nearly scrambled over his seat.
Its face was gone.
Not ripped, not mutilated—just absent. Smooth. Blank. Erased, as if its features were wiped clean like chalk from a board. No eyes. No mouth. No blue nose. Nothing.
Uraraka trembled. "That… that thing doesn't even have a face…"
Everyone understood the message immediately. This is what happens to those who fail in front of Koh.
"I want to leave."
"Nope. No thank you. I'm out."
"I don't Koh to steal my face!"
Fear spread through the group like frost. No quirks, no training, no hero studies could prepare them for this. This wasn't a villain you could punch, arrest, or redeem. This was ancient terror.
But then Kosei stared at the screen—at Aang. The Avatar was terrified too, anyone could see it. Yet he kept walking.
Because if Admiral Zhao succeeded in the material world—if the Ocean and Moon spirits were killed—everything would collapse. The balance of the world. The Northern Water Tribe. Maybe life itself.
Kosei swallowed hard. Then he stood.
"…Show no fear. Show no emotion at all," he whispered, repeating Aang's own advice. His voice shook, but he pushed through and raised it so everyone could hear. "Guys… I'm scared too. Anyone would be. But Aang's still going. He's risking everything—his face, his safety, his future—for people who are counting on him. That's… that's what heroes do."
His words reached Midoriya. Memories of Kamino flashed—the night All Might lost his last embers of One For All, not for glory, but for peace. For tomorrow.
Midoriya stood beside Kosei. "He's right. Aang is doing exactly what All Might did. He knows the risk. He knows what could happen. But he's choosing to fight for others anyway. And we can't fall apart here. Not while he's still standing."
Their voices didn't erase the fear.
But they cut through it.
On screen, Aang stepped into the lair of Koh the Face Stealer—and the audience went silent. Terrified. But no longer hopeless.
Because if Aang could walk forward in fear…
Then they could at least watch with courage.
08:11 - 09:37
The cavern grew colder the deeper Aang walked, his footsteps echoing through the hollow darkness. The walls curled and overlapped in layered rings, and as the torchlight shifted, the pattern became disturbingly familiar—especially to Koji Koda. His breath hitched. This wasn't a cave; it was a nest.
Its structure resembled a monstrous insect burrow: winding paths like ant farms, chambers like worm tunnels, and a pulsing stillness that screamed predator. Koda, trembling, instantly knew. His insectophobia flared so violently that he slapped both hands over his eyes. He could not risk seeing Koh. One glance. One emotion. One mistake—and the spirit would take his face.
As the Avatar called for the spirit, Something massive skittered across the earthen walls—circling, circling, circling—until it coiled into view. An enormous centipede-like body, plated and glistening, lowered its head to meet the Avatar face-to-face.
Kosei gulped while maintaining an emotionless face. He called the spirit's name, knowing who he is. "Koh the Face stealer."
Welcome, my old friend, the Avatar. It's been a long time.
Izuku, also fighting to stay expressionless, whispered tightly, "You… know him?"
The spirit responds to Aang that he does know the Avatar, not Aang exactly, but one of his previous lives, about 8 to 9 centuries ago, who tried to kill Koh. As he spoke, Koh's face shifted—skin rippling until the features of an elderly human man stared back. Even the bravest students felt their stomachs twist. Seeing Koh wear the faces of his victims was worse than any horror film—because these were real.
What they had in concern were two things. The first thing they learn is that even as powerful as the Avatar can be when fully realized. They cannot kill or strip a spirit's immortality and send them to the void.
The second thing is that one of the Avatar's past lives tried to kill Koh, why?
The answer took form as Koh's face shifted again—this time into a breathtaking woman from the Southern Water Tribe, long brown hair flowing, eyes soft and full of life. The heroes felt rage simmering in their chests. His victim… had been the Avatar's love.
They wanted to strike. To scream. To avenge her.
But they couldn't. Not here. Not against him. If the Avatar failed… what chance did they have? One burst of emotion, and they would end up like the Curly-Tail Bluenose outside—empty, frozen, faceless.
Many of the teenagers shiver when Koh gives them a fright, his face taking the form of the Curly-Tail Bluenose. However, despite Koh's little prank, he assures Aang that he holds no grudge against the current Avatar for the sins of the previous one. Especially, now that the Avatar returned with a new face.
Monoma let out a slow, emotionless breath.
"So Koh isn't after Aang. That's… something, I guess. I never imagined the Face Stealer could forgive anyone."
Forgiven or not, they still despised him.
The scene continues back to the material world. Showing that Aang is taking a deep breath. It may not show in his face, but the Avatar is scared.
There are other questions, like how did Koh recognize the Avatar, especially in this new life.
(During the break after the MHA reacts to Miraculous Ladybug one shot. I plan to do a history lesson on Koh the Face Stealer and the Mother of Faces. To help understand Koh is not evil or or Merciful he is just Koh and he has a job to do.)
09:37- 09:55
The scene shift back to the Material world with Team Avatar. The audience heard Katara's concern. She is more worried that those two are trap somewhere in this blizzard and they might freeze to death.
Katara has a point and everyone from both heroes and villains agree. Both the Banish Prince and the Avatar can die from this blizzard.
The villains understand finding from Team Avatar would ensure Zuko his victory, but death by blizzard can find him first than his ambition succeeding.
Which begs the question for the villains. Which is a better fate?
Seek salvation from your enemy?
Or risk their own salvation for victory?
The villains don't know the answer, plus it is not their right to decided, but Zuko to choose.
Dabi is stubborn, his main goal is to see Zuko succeed, not be save by thy enemy.
09:55 -11:12
The scene shifted back to Koh's nest, where the spirit's face slowly morphed into that of an owl—wide, silent, and unnervingly calm. The audience could tell: Koh was following his purpose. He would not attack Aang's face to add to his collection.
But then he spoke of his collection—of the faces he had taken, including those of children. The way he said it made the heroes' blood boil. Koh sounded proud, almost grateful, as if collecting children's faces were a hobby. Like a man showing off toys on a shelf.
Every instinct screamed at them to attack him. But they had learned enough to know better. Attacking Koh was pointless. There was no winning against a creature like Koh.
The scene continued as Aang steadied his breath and asked about the Ocean and Moon Spirits. Koh didn't hesitate.
He knew their true names. "Tui and La," he said smoothly. "Push and Pull—that is their eternal dance. That is their nature." Izuku quickly scribbled those names down, committing every word to memory.
Koh shifted his face again—this time into an old man's. When Aang mentioned that he needed to find the two spirits before the Northern Water Tribe was wiped out, Koh's tone changed. The spirit almost sneered. "That is tragic, yes," he said, voice deepening. "But they need your help more, Avatar!" The sudden anger in Koh's voice echoed through the lair. His face twisted—taking the form of an Oni, monstrous and fierce. The audience could feel his fury vibrating through the chamber. And yet… beneath the terror, there was something else. Concern.
Koh wasn't only powerful—he was aware.
He could sense the danger that Tui and La faced, even though he wasn't watching the Material World.
He simply knew.
The heroes didn't dare compare him to something divine and holy—yet the idea of a being that was both all-seeing, all-knowing, and caring was haunting in itself.
Kosei swallowed hard. "Then… how can Aang protect them?"
Koh's expression softened into a cold smile.
"You already met them, Avatar. You simply failed to see their true forms." The audience traded looks, whispering in realization. That would make sense. Zhao earlier revealed that the Ocean and Moon Spirits had stripped away their immortality to live as mortals. But what forms did they take? Were they even human?
Koh continued, his voice low and hypnotic.
"Since the beginning, they have danced together—forever circling each other. Push and pull. Life and death. Good and evil…"
"Yin and Yang," Kosei whispered, eyes widening. "They met them already—they're the koi fish!"
Before anyone could react, Koh's massive body shifted. The spirit lunged toward Aang, his face flashing inches away—then turned toward Kosei. For one heart-stopping second, it felt like time stopped.
Both Aang and Kosei stood perfectly still, expressionless.
No fear. No emotion. No mistake.
Then Kosei bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Koh, for answering our question," he said evenly. "We'll take our leave now."
On-screen, Aang stepped back and left the nest, while Koh's form melted back into the shadows—his eyes fading into darkness.
The whole audience let out a long, collective sigh. They had done it. They'd faced Koh and survived.
All Might looked down at Koji Koda and gave a proud, reassuring smile. Koda returned it—small but genuine. If not for All Might shielding him, his fear of insects might have cost him his face.
Now, at last, the Avatar understood his mission.
He had to return to the Material World and protect the koi fish—Tui and La—from the Fire Nation.
From the corner, Dabi growled softly, crossing his arms.
He knew the Avatar's visit to the Spirit World wouldn't last long.
He only hoped Zuko was ready for what was coming.
11:12 - 12:21
At the exit, Aang turned to Roku. That he needed to return to the material world.
Roku nodded and smiled. Reintroducing an old friend of Aang. The Black and White spirit that once torn a village because the Fire Nation burn his home. Now he was cleanse and return to his form of a panda bear.
The students' faces lit up instantly. "Hei Bai!" they cheered together, smiling at the reunion.
The Avatar hopped to Hei Bai's back as spirit took the Avatar to where he can exist the spirit world. the scene slowly shifted turning from peaceful light into tragedy.
The Northern Water Tribe at Nightfall
The camera cut to the Northern Water Tribe's mainland, now under a blanket of night. The heroes and students frowned as they realized there were still civilians trapped in the city. The Fire Nation's fleet surrounded the land, sealing every route of escape. Even if anyone tried to flee—where would they go? The tribe sat in the middle of a frozen tundra.
The Waterbenders—both warriors and healers—were needed on the front lines. There was no true safe place. The audience silently hoped the people would be smart enough to run only when they had to. Deep down, they knew many would not survive this invasion… civilians included.
But Iroh had been right.
When night falls, the tide turns. Under the light of the full moon, the Waterbenders grew stronger. Their bending surged with new life. The audience watched as warriors used the environment to their advantage—ice, mist, and waves moving as one against the Fire Nation troops.
Water in every form—liquid, ice, and steam—became their weapon. The water pressure of their attacks sliced through metal tanks as if they were butter.
Then came Master Pakku, unleashing his full power.
The audience, especially the women, realized something: during his duel with Katara, Pakku had been holding back. He never meant to hurt her. That's why he simply trapped her at the end of their here, in war, there was no restraint. This was Pakku at his peak—a true master of his craft. "Master Pakku was strict when we first met him," Midnight said, remembering his stubbornness. "But in battle? The man glows with power."
The UA teachers exchanged knowing smiles. To them, Pakku reminded them of Jeong Jeong, Bumi, and Iroh—all wise, eccentric, and incredibly strong.
"To me," Midnight added with a small grin, "those three should start a jazz band."
Her humor lightened the mood for a moment—until the screen cut to Admiral Zhao.
The man stood on the docks, barking orders to his men they have to go to the location that the map tells him, and after words they're going fishing."
The color drained from the students' faces.
"Shit," Kosei muttered, clenching his fists. "He knows where the koi fish are. Hurry, Aang… please."
12:21 - 12:41
The scene shifted back to the Spirit World.
Hei Bai brought Aang to the same place where his journey had begun. The students wondered how this spot could possibly help him now.
Then, Hei Bai released a deep roar, sending out a burst of blue spiritual light that surrounded Aang completely. None of the students— not even Midoriya— could make sense of what they were seeing. This wasn't science. It was something far beyond their understanding— something purely spiritual.
Whatever Hei Bai had done, it worked. The light faded, and Aang's spirit began to drift back toward the Material World.
The audience silently appreciated the panda spirit's help, even as a small ripple of amusement passed through them when Hei Bai scared off the same mischievous spirit monkey from earlier. The moment eased the tension they'd been carrying since Aang entered Koh's lair.
Niregenki Shoda, along with the others, felt a collective sense of relief. They'd had enough of the Spirit World. It truly was like Wonderland— where logic turned to nonsense, and nonsense ruled as logic.
Then, back in the Material World, Aang's eyes opened. He was home again— yet something was off. He could see Momo… but where was his body?
12:41 - 13:34
The audience took a step back, no one— not even the Avatar— fully understood what was happening. Aang's soul had launched into the sky, not toward the stars, but back toward his body. How his spirit knew the way home was a mystery to everyone. The logical and the faithful among them had no explanation.
What they did understand, however, was that Aang's spirit had become visible— and Team Avatar could see it too. The students cheered, urging Team Avatar to follow the glowing form as it sped across the sky.
Meanwhile, the villains— the Ex-League— tensed in their seats. The realization hit them like fire: the Avatar had returned to his body.
Dabi growled, his tone sharp with frustration. He didn't care about the Moon Spirit or Admiral Zhao— they could both burn for all he cared. What mattered was Zuko. He wanted the banished prince to succeed, to capture the Avatar and earn back his place in the Fire Nation. Maybe then, Dabi thought bitterly, Zuko could have the life he himself could never return to.
He shouted at the screen, his voice echoing through the Cinema even though he knew Zuko couldn't hear him.
"ZUKO! THE AVATAR HAS RETURNED! DON'T LET HIM ESCAPE!"
The rest of the Ex-League joined in, yelling at the moving image as if their voices could reach through dimensions. But before Zuko could act, the tied-up Avatar used his Airbending to blast Zuko backward, sending both of them flying.
The gust of wind pushed Aang out of the cave— and the students erupted with cheers. On-screen, Aang managed to use his chin to steady himself while still bound hand and foot.
The villains roared from their side of the Cinema, furious to see Zuko lose his grip. Their voices clashed with the students', who shouted even louder as Team Avatar swooped in on the Flying Bison. The first to jump down was Katara, water gleaming at her feet.
Dabi scowled. "Care for a rematch, brat."
Shoto crossed his arms beside him, replying coldly on Katara's behalf. "Trust me, this won't even be much of a match."
On screen, Zuko fired first, a blazing strike aimed straight at Katara— but she caught it with a whirl of water beneath her feet, forming a liquid shield that swallowed the flames. She redirected the water into the snow and raised a massive pillar of ice, lifting Zuko high into the air before slamming him down hard.
The impact echoed across the Cinema. Zuko was out cold.
Toga screamed in frustration, nearly lunging at the screen in rage, wanting to break through and join the fight herself. The other Ex-League members restrained her, reminding her of the rules of the Cinema. Even Dabi had to hold back his own anger, though his blue flames flickered faintly at his fingertips.
On the students' side, cheers erupted again. They were proud— especially Aizawa, who quietly analyzed Katara's skill. His earlier theory had proven correct: in frozen lands like the Northern and Southern Water Tribes, a Waterbender's abilities could rival those of an Earthbender, manipulating not just water but the frozen world around them.
Kota Izumi, the youngest among them, couldn't help but wonder if his own water-based quirk might grow stronger under a full moon too. Maybe, just maybe, he could one day create enough pressure to slice through steel and tanks like butter.
13:34 - 14:30
After hearing a comment about the rope Zuko used and why it was in such good condition, no one paid any attention to Sokka. The Avatar informed his friends that the Ocean and Moon Spirits needed their help.
They all climbed onto Appa, ready to go—but Aang saw a dilemma. He couldn't just leave Zuko behind. The blizzard would freeze him to death.
The students quietly debated among themselves. Should they leave Zuko to die, or take him with them knowing he would recover and survive?
They were raised with a black-and-white sense of morality, taught by the society they lived in. The Hero Society was built on rules, and following those rules meant being a good person—being a hero.
But since coming to the Temptation Casino, guided by their host Poker, they had been re-educated by this world. They learned that the world isn't just black and white—it's gray, complicated, and full of contradictions.
Someone considered "good," like Jet, could still be deeply flawed. And someone viewed as "bad," like Zuko, could show kindness and courage.
They all saw it, and they couldn't deny it anymore. Zuko's mission to capture the Avatar and undo his banishment wasn't his true self. Deep down, he just wanted his life back—to go home.
Kosei smiled at Aang's decision. "Heroes do the right thing, not what's easy," he reminded his classmates from both 1A and 1B.
Toga took slow, steady breaths after her earlier fury. Team Avatar was saving Zuko from a frozen death—and she couldn't help but admire them for it. She'd been rooting for Zuko ever since the episode that revealed his past, when he earned his scar from an Agni Kai against his father.
She had watched Team Avatar's journey, and she wasn't blind to what she saw. They weren't bad people—not like the so-called Pro Heroes from her world. Those "heroes" would rather lock her away than offer help.
She was glad Team Avatar ignored Sokka and his awful jokes.
The scene could have ended there—but it didn't. The screen continued, and Admiral Zhao caught himself a koi fish. The Moon Spirit.
Midoriya swallowed hard. "This is not good."
He was right. The sky turned red, and the Waterbenders suddenly lost their ability to control water. Their precious gift was stolen from them by Admiral Zhao.
The audience—heroes and villains alike—watched in silent horror as an entire nation was stripped of its power in an instant. To them, it felt like having their own Quirks taken away. Even the crimson sky seemed to mourn.
Kota Izumi's heart sank. The sky was red, and he could almost feel the Moon Spirit's agony. They were literally a fish out of water.
All For One wasn't smiling.
He took no pleasure in what he saw. He may have supported Zhao's ambitions at first, but that ended when the admiral crossed the line—when he went after the Moon Spirit, the living embodiment of the moon itself. Zhao had done the unthinkable: he had broken the balance of the world.
"That fool… what has he done," All For One muttered under his breath.
14:30 - 15:24
The scene shifted back to Team Avatar.
"The moonlight—it turned red, and the whole night sky did too," the little boy said softly. "The koi fish is in agony. What can we do, Midoriya?"
Midoriya froze for a moment. He had no idea what to tell Kota. He didn't know how to rescue the Moon Spirit from Admiral Zhao—but he wished he did.
On screen, Aang could feel the Moon Spirit's pain. The audience understood why. He was the bridge between man and spirit, something established ever since they first learned about the Spirit World.
"I get why Aang can feel it," Uraraka whispered, pointing toward the princess. "But what about her? Princess Yue—she feels it too. How? Why not Sokka or Katara can sense the pain too?"
It was a good question—one that even the heroes and villains in the cinema couldn't answer.
Before anyone could share their theories, the princess herself began to speak, her voice calm yet heavy with memory. The audience leaned in, listening as she told her story.
Long ago, on the night Yue was born, she wasn't crying or even breathing. She came into the world still and silent. The audience—heroes, villains, and students alike—felt a wave of sympathy wash over them.
Her parents, the chief and his wife, called upon every Waterbender and healer in their tribe. But no matter what they tried, nothing worked. The healers eventually gave them the heartbreaking truth: the baby princess would not survive. Desperate, Yue's father turned to the spirits. He prayed to the Moon Spirit for help. That very night, under the glow of the full moon, he carried his lifeless daughter to the Oasis.
Kneeling by the sacred pond, he placed Yue gently in the water—and then something miraculous happened. The moonlight shone directly on her, and before their eyes, her dark hair turned pure white, glowing like fresh snow. The audience stared in awe. The Moon Spirit had answered the chief's prayer. Yue opened her eyes and took her first breath. The spirit had given her life.
Izuku's eyes widened as he realized the truth. 'So that's why her hair is white. In his world, colorful hair was common—green like his, pink like Ashido's, or duel colored like Todoroki's. But this… this wasn't a quirk or a style choice. It was a gift from the Moon Spirit.'
He scribbled in his notebook, murmuring with admiration, "Marvelous. This information is outstanding."
The audience smiled at Yue's story—it was beautiful and tragic all at once.
But as the light of the moon continued to fade red across the screen, their hearts sank again. Team Avatar still had a mission:
to save the Moon Spirit from Admiral Zhao—and to restore balance to the world.
15:24 - 17:20 (The Entire hostage situation.)
The scene shifted back to the Oasis where Zhao praising himself as the Moon Slayer.
Dabi and Tomura have been at odds with each other ever since Dabi and the other members left the League of Villains, but they both look away. Seeing Zhao praising himself in front of his four guards was a total cringe.
"Oh god, make it stop. I hate Zhao, but I didn't need to see that." Toga said and her best friend Twice looked away. Spinner and Mr. Compress didn't have the stomach to watch that moment happen.
The cringe scene goes away when Momo the loveable lemur went to attack the Admiral's face. Many cheered for Momo for his cleverness. Yayaorozu for once isn't ashamed because she shares the same name as the Lemur. She cheered too.
The cheering became louder when Team Avatar arrived.
The cheering stops when Zhao shows the situation, one wrong move from anyone in Team Avatar, and the Koi fish is barbecued.
The audience on the Heroes' side would have stepped back if they could, but since they were in the Cinema, witnessing the hostage situation unfold on screen, all they could do was stand up and raise their hands in unease.
They understood the weight of the moment — they had no power here. Zhao did. The fate of the koi fish was in his hands.
Kosei Tsubaraba heard the Avatar's plea and joined in, his voice full of desperation even though he knew it would never reach across dimensions.
"Zhao, please, I beg you! Don't harm the koi fish," he said. "The Avatar is right — slaying the Moon Spirit wouldn't just hurt the Waterbenders. Its death would bring imbalance to the entire world… including you!"
Midoriya stood up next, unable to stay silent. "He's right, Zhao. Yes, you have the Moon Spirit at your mercy — but taking away the Waterbenders' power isn't victory. It's chaos. Without balance, the world will fall apart," he said. "Please, return the koi fish. There's still a chance to make this right."
For once, the villains — both the ex-League members and the remaining League members — agreed with the Heroes. Even they knew that removing the moon from the equation would shatter balance and unleash chaos beyond imagination.
Dabi grinned faintly when Iroh appeared on screen, siding with the Avatar. The old general's calm presence was commanding, his loyalty to the balance of the world absolute.
"He's right, Zhao," Dabi muttered. "Listen to your elder."
Gasps filled the Cinema when All For One stood from his seat, hands raised in surrender — an image no one, not even All Might, had ever thought possible.
Dabi stared in disbelief. He knew what his former boss thought of Iroh — that the "tea-loving oaf" was a fool — but for once, the Symbol of Evil was in complete agreement with him.
"Zhao," All For One began, his tone grave, "forget the war for a moment. That isn't the point anymore. The entire world — even ours — depends on the balance the Ocean and Moon Spirits maintain. Remove the moon from its eternal dance with the ocean, and you invite Armageddon."
All Might rose to his feet next. "Don't think only of yourself, Zhao! No title like 'Moon Slayer' will bring you honor or peace," he said firmly. "Please, for once in your life — do the right thing."
The entire audience fell silent as Iroh spoke again on screen. The kind, patient tea-loving uncle now radiated fury. His voice carried the power of a dragon — a warning. The look in his eyes alone showed that if Zhao so much as laid a finger on the Moon Spirit, he would face the wrath of the Dragon of the West.
Dabi and the others were stunned. They had never seen Iroh like this — not even when he'd been captured by Earthbenders during the time the Audience learn about the spirits for the first time. This was different. This was the side of Iroh that legends whispered about.
Zhao, surrounded and shamed, seemed to falter. For a moment, it looked as though he might relent — but any trace of humanity in him vanished in fire as he struck the koi fish down.
"No!" the entire audience screamed.
Shock rippled through the Cinema. Dabi's breath hitched as Iroh's fury erupted across the screen. This wasn't the gentle uncle anymore — this was the Dragon of the West, his fire unleashed on Zhao's guards with precision.
The audience could see the terror in Zhao's eyes. He had mistaken kindness for weakness, and now he faced the true reason Iroh was feared across nations.
Zhao could do nothing but run.
Dabi exhaled slowly, a small, grim smile forming. He admired Iroh more than ever — and hoped he would never be on the receiving end of that wrath. Still, he couldn't help but mutter, "That was awesome."
Around him, the others were silent, their awe overshadowed by grief. The Moon Spirit was gone and now, no one knew what could be done.
17:20 - 18:46
Seeing the lifeless koi fish in Iroh's hands, many of the students broke down in tears. The truth hit them all at once — the Moon Spirit was dead.
All hope was gone.
This was no longer about saving a single nation from invasion. It was about the end of the world itself.
With the Moon Spirit gone, balance had been shattered, and the students could feel it — that suffocating dread that the end was coming.
"That fucking bastard, Zhao!" Bakugo roared, his fury echoing through the Cinema. He wanted to destroy Zhao with his own hands for what he had done.
Uraraka wiped her tears, her voice trembling. "Is there… is there nothing they can do?"
The others fell silent, until Jiro finally spoke, her tone grim.
"What can we do?" she asked quietly. "Even if Poker sent us there right now, even if we fought alongside the Northern Water Tribe — from the strongest to the weakest — none of us could stop what's coming." She turned to Uraraka with pain in her voice. "I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do. We just… have to accept the end."
The students, the heroes, the villains — all of them — sat frozen. There was nothing they could do.
But there was something the Avatar could do.
On the screen, Aang stepped forward, The audience gasped as his eyes and tattoos began to glow — that familiar, awe-striking light they hadn't seen since the Winter Solstice, when Avatar Roku had once taken over Aang's body to save Team Avatar from Zhao and his soldiers.
Now, Aang entered the glow again — only this time, it was different.
He stepped onto the pond's surface.
Ibara, the religious girl, pressed her hands together in prayer. She didn't see Aang like her lord and savior, but she had a feeling that the boy was about to perform a miracle.
The noir-colored koi fish — the Ocean Spirit — stopped circling. They turned to face Aang, their new dance partner. Together, they began a new dance — not one of balance, but of vengeance.
Gasps filled the Cinema as Aang sank into the water, the glowing light swallowing him whole. The scene felt like something out of a horror movie.
Then the water began to change.
The dull gray glow of the oasis shifted into a radiant blue light that pulsed through the entire Northern Water Tribe. It spread across the ice, across the city, across the sky.
From the water, something massive rose — a towering fusion of the Avatar and the Ocean Spirit.
A colossal koi-shaped being of flowing water, glowing blue beneath the red sky.
The Cinema fell silent.
On screen, the two armies looked up. The Water Tribe warriors dropped to their knees in reverence, while the Fire Nation soldiers raised their spears in terror.
The spirit-Avatar hybrid did not harm the Water Tribe — but the Fire Nation soldiers were not spared.
The Ocean Spirit's wrath descended like a tidal wave, tearing through the invaders without hesitation.
The audience was horrified.
They realized Aang was no longer in control. The spirit was.
This wasn't balance — this was retribution.
Zhao and his army had murdered the Moon Spirit, their eternal dance partner. Now, the Ocean Spirit was returning the favor.
The heroes wanted to scream, to tell the spirit to stop, but deep down they knew — who were they to question the will of this Spirit?
They were mortals. They had no right to interfere with the wrath of the divine.
Firebenders ran in terror across the frozen battlefield. Their flames meant nothing. Their weapons, useless.
Even All For One — a man who once called himself the Symbol of Evil — sat frozen in fear. For the first time, he realized there was no quirk, no power, no force in existence that could ever stand against this.
The Cinema trembled with the sounds of the Ocean Spirit's fury. Even now as the heroes and villains watched in stunned awe, one truth lingered heavy in their hearts
The Moon Spirit was still dead and, even if the Fire Nation fell… the world was still broken.
This wasn't salvation.
It was a delay of the inevitable — the beginning of the end…
18:46 - 19:27
The next scene showed Admiral Zhao fleeing from the Oasis like a chicken with its head cut off—wild, frantic, desperate.
Then, a streak of fire burst past him—warning shots.
For a second, Dabi smirked. He hoped it was Iroh delivering the punishment Zhao deserved.
It wasn't Iroh.
The blue flames in Dabi's eyes flickered brighter when he saw who it was. "Zuko," he whispered, the smirk returning.
No one in the audience had paid much attention to Zuko during the hostage scene earlier, but now all eyes were on him. This wasn't war anymore—this was personal. This had been simmering ever since their Agni Kai.
Zuko confronted Zhao, the truth blazing between them like open fire. He knew Zhao was the one who sent the pirates to blow up his ship. Zhao didn't deny it. He didn't even flinch. He admitted it with pride, bragging that he'd done what had to be done, and then twisted the knife deeper—listing every one of Zuko's failures, every scar, every humiliation. He called the prince a traitor. A disgrace. He even revealed that he knew Zuko was the Blue Spirit—the one who freed the Avatar.
Toga slammed her fist against her chair, growling through gritted teeth. "Zuko had no choice, you son of a bitch," she spat, voice shaking with rage. "You took his one chance to go home—just so you could kiss the Fire Lord's ass for a promotion! Mr. Moon-Slayer bitch-boy!"
Dabi shoved Toga's arm aside, his grin razor-sharp. "Enough talk," he said, eyes fixed on the screen. "Fight!"
The others didn't speak, but every one of them—Toga, Spinner, Compress, Twice—were seething. Even for villains like them, Zhao had crossed a line.
Dabi wasn't a man of faith. Never was. But as he watched Zuko's fire clash with Zhao's, something darkly satisfying stirred in his chest.
"Karma," he muttered, almost reverent. "She's coming for you, Admiral."
And he meant it.
19:27 - 20:20
The next scene shifted back to the Oasis, where the remaining members of Team Avatar stood alongside Iroh.
Iroh gently returned the lifeless koi fish to the pond. Katara knelt beside it, her voice trembling as she confirmed the worst, it's dead.
The audience went silent. The truth sank in like a heavy weight. The Moon Spirit was gone. Balance was broken. The words of the Avatar and Iroh echoed in their minds — the end of the world was no longer a possibility, but a slow, inevitable truth.
Then Iroh's gaze turned toward Princess Yue — her hair pale as snow, glowing faintly beneath the moonless sky. The audience didn't understand what Iroh saw, but they recalled Yue's story: how the Moon Spirit once gave her life when she was a baby.
Now, Yue understood she could return the favor.
"What?!" the entire audience shouted in unison with Sokka.
They didn't yet know how the Princess would give her life to resurrect the Moon Spirit, but the meaning was clear. She planned to sacrifice herself.
"What? No!" Mina cried out, echoing Sokka's desperation. "You can't—please, Princess, don't do it!"
Before she could say another word, two gentle hands rested on her shoulders. Mina turned to see Midnight standing behind her — her teacher, her hero.
"Ashido," Midnight said softly, "I know how you feel. You've always loved a good romance — the fantasy of two people destined to be together." Her voice didn't scold, only comforted. "But I'm not talking to a little girl right now. I'm talking to a future hero."
She knelt down slightly, looking Mina in the eyes. "The Princess isn't being tragic, Mina. She's being brave. She's doing what heroes do — risking her life so that others can live to see another sunrise. She's giving back what was given to her. Can you understand that?"
Mina's lips trembled. She wanted to protest, but her friend Tsuyu spoke next — quiet, but firm.
"Ms. Midnight is right, Ashido," Tsuyu said. "I know you've been rooting for Sokka and Yue since the day they met." She looked back at the screen. "But Yue knew from the beginning that she and Sokka couldn't be together. This isn't about her or Hahn anymore. Things changed. She doesn't want to live through the world's end just for love. She'd rather restore balance — even if it costs her everything."
Tsuyu took a deep breath, her tone steady but heavy with sorrow. "Please, Ashido… I know this hurts. It hurts me too. But we have to ask ourselves — would we rather see their love story continue for a few hours before the world ends… or see her sacrifice herself so everyone can live?"
Mina said nothing at first. Her tears began to fall — quiet at first, then freely. She understood now. Maybe she wasn't the best in class, but she knew what this meant. Fate had never been kind to Sokka or Princess Yue. This wasn't about romance anymore — it was about the survival of everyone.
As the glow surrounded Yue's hands, the audience held their breath.
The snow-white koi fish shimmered, its body restored with radiant life.
And in Sokka's trembling arms… lay the fallen princess.
Mina buried her face into Midnight's shoulder, sobbing softly.
The Moon Spirit lived again — but at a cost none of them could bear.
20:20 - 21:49
The scene shifted back to the rampage of the Giant Koi fish — the fusion of Aang and the Ocean Spirit. Now out at sea, no one in the cinema wanted to imagine what horrors were happening on the mainland. They watched as the massive spirit creature shoved two ships aside like toys — a moment of mercy. But the foolish warships that dared to fight back? Their flames hissed out the second they touched the spirit's waters. There was no mercy for them — only the righteous wrath of the Ocean.
Both audiences — MHA and Avatar — rose from their seats. A bending feat like this felt impossible… but they had forgotten that the Avatar is no ordinary bender. Together with the Ocean Spirit, Aang summoned a tsunami so colossal that it forced the remaining ships to flee at unnatural speed. The lucky survivors had no clue how many of their comrades now rested beneath the waves.
And as they stared… a question flickered through their minds:
Did Aang mean to kill anyone? Or was this the Ocean Spirit's will alone?
Once the Ocean Spirit dissolved away from the Avatar and Aang was set safely ashore, the screen snapped back to the Oasis.
In Sokka's arms — Princess Yue's body was gone.
Iroh gently guided the spirit back into the pond. The entire Oasis burst into radiant moonlight… and from the glow emerged a familiar figure.
"Yue?" Mina whispered — her tears briefly pausing at the sight.
"I'm afraid so," Tokoyami replied softly. "Her time as a mortal has ended… but the universe granted her a higher purpose." Tsuyu held his hand tighter — crying harder. And she wasn't alone. The entire Hero side cried too.
Izuku sniffed, his hand trembling as he wrote. He'd already cried so much today, he worried his tears would overflow the theater. But he needed to do this — Yue deserved it.
He wrote her obituary.
Princess Yue of the Northern Water Tribe
We did not know her long…
but in every moment we saw her heart.
Her strength was not measured by bending or by battle.
Yue had a strength deeper than the ocean itself —
the strength to put others before herself.
To choose duty over desire.
To give everything she was
…to save everyone else.
Yue was the strongest teenager there — not in muscle, not in power… but in spirit. And when she kissed Sokka farewell and whispered "I'll be with you," the whole cinema felt their hearts break.
The moonlight returned to the world, bringing color and life back to the night sky.
Mina wiped her eyes, whispering through a sob "Goodbye… Princess Yue."
Everyone knew — none of them would ever forget her. Not even when Poker sent them back home.
(When editing apparently The Ocean Spirit separated themselves with Aang happened after Yue's farewell, not before. Also I went with non-binary pronoun for both Koi Fish. I wasn't sure the gender of Tui and La, I'm not even sure if Tui is Ocean or Moon. I just know them as Snow White and Noir. I went Snow White and Noir to describe the first instead simply and black and white)
21:49 - 22:22
The scene shifted back to Prince Zuko and his fight against Admiral Zhao.
The Ex-League — and even some hero students like Bakugo and Togaru — groaned in disappointment that their battle happened off-screen.
Didn't matter, though. Because Zuko won. Again.
Toga burst out laughing at Zhao's reaction when he realized the Moon had been resurrected — that his so-called "Moon Slayer" legacy had failed miserably.
Toga couldn't resist twisting the knife. "What's wrong, Zhao? What happened to that whole 'Moon Slayer' gig you had? You whiny bitch."
Spinner stepped forward, waving a clawed finger. "Enough, Toga. He's beaten. I doubt the Fire Lord's giving him another promotion."
Then Spinner sniffed dramatically, wrinkling his snout. "That smell... it's failure. Oh—wait—yep, it's coming from a whiny bitch."
Toga rolled her eyes. Spinner held up a hand in defense. "Hey, balance to the world, right? You said it, I get to say it too."
Dabi exhaled through a laugh. At last, Zhao got what he deserved. He failed to slay the Moon, and the universe denied him that cringey title echoing through history.
Still… Dabi smirked, imagining how this would look in a future Fire Nation textbook, a hundred years from now. "Admiral Zhao — the Fire Nation's embarrassment — killed by Fire Lord Zuko after capturing the Avatar and restoring his honor. Zuko was crowned Fire Lord at sixteen, his uncle as his advisor, and he lived a long, happy life."
Dabi grinned wider. "With fifty wives or so."
"Fifty wives?!" The Ex-League turned to stare at him.
"Back off. A man can dream," Dabi muttered, crossing his arms.
Their attention returned to the screen.
The Northern Water Tribe might've imprisoned Zhao for his crimes… but someone else called dibs.
The Ocean Spirit wasn't done. The soldiers were just pawns — it was Zhao who murdered the Spirit's dance partner. The Spirit had no intention of letting him go, or allowing him a human trial.
When the Ocean Spirit raised its massive hand holding Zhao, everyone expected brutal execution — a neck snapped, a body torn apart. But no. The Spirit simply dragged Zhao down beneath the waters… and perhaps somewhere much worse.
Ever since the audience entered the Temptation Casino, they'd learned much about this new universe — bending, spirits, and a century-long war. Yet, there was one thing this world never explained:
What happens when people die?
Not every soul was as fortunate as Princess Yue.
So the villains and students alike began to wonder. Do the dead go to paradise… or are they punished in damnation?
Most believed Zhao's fate was the latter.
Some imagined Hell — fire and eternal agony.
Others pictured Niflheim — cold, endless, and grim.
And a few thought of Tartarus, where sinners rot forever in shadow.
No one really knew. What they all agreed on was simple, Zhao was given a fate worse than death.
Dabi didn't feel pity. Not for Zhao. The bastard deserved it.
But what caught him off guard was Zuko.
Even after everything Zhao did — the sabotage, the assassination attempt — Zuko still tried to save him.
Zhao refused. Out of pride, maybe. Out of arrogance, definitely.
Dabi clicked his tongue. "Rot in hell."
And deep down, he thought about his own father. If one day the earth opened up and dragged Endeavor down into the flames, Dabi wouldn't reach for him.
No — he'd kick the old bastard's face to make sure Lucifer got him faster.
Izuku let out a long, weary sigh.
The invasion of the Northern Tribe was over. The Moon and Ocean Spirits had resumed their endless dance — balance restored.
He'd write Zhao's obituary later. For now, he just wanted to rest. His brain felt like mush. Because from the very start, The Storm, the Blue Spirit, The Fortuneteller, Meeting Bato, June, Jeong Jeong, Teo, Katara's battle for women's rights, the invasion, the dreadful meeting with the Facestealer, the death of the Moon Spirit, Aang and the Ocean Spirit's fusion, Yue's sacrifice, and lastly Zhao's punishment.
It had been too much.
Izuku's brain was fried.
Shoto glanced at the exhausted boy beside him and quietly took his hand.
Izuku was too drained for his face to flush red — but he didn't pull away.
He wasn't complaining.
22:22 - 22:50
The dawn had finally come.
The camera panned across the frozen landscape of the Northern Water Tribe, the signs of battle still visible in the snow and ice. Amid the calm after chaos, Master Pakku stood beside Katara, the morning light reflecting off the thawing waters of the Oasis.
After the invasion, Pakku made his decision. He and a group of Northern Waterbenders would travel south to help rebuild the Southern Water Tribe — Katara and Sokka's home. The South had suffered for far too long. Its Waterbenders were taken when Kana was still a young woman, and the Fire Nation's raids had left the tribe broken and grieving. The North could not perform miracles, but they could help the South heal.
All Might smiled proudly at the screen, recognizing wisdom and compassion when he saw it. "That is wise," he said softly. "Rebuilding the South is the least the North can do to help the wounded heal."
There was still one lingering question — Aang had yet to master Waterbending. But the sight of Katara standing beside her teacher under the new dawn said everything. Her journey as a student had ended, and her path as a master had begun.
Denki and the other geeks in the audience wiped away tears, overcome with emotion.
"This feels just like Star Wars," Denki sniffled. "May the Force be with you, Katara."
22:50 - 23:10
The scene shifted to the Chief of the Northern Water Tribe, standing beside Sokka.
The audience fell silent. What they heard next changed how they saw Yue's sacrifice. It wasn't a random act of heroism — it was a prophecy.
The Chief spoke of the day Yue was born. That night, he had a vision — of a beautiful woman who would one day become the Moon Spirit. He had carried that vision in silence all these years, hoping it would never come to pass. But fate had already chosen its path.
There was no preventing it.
He knew, deep down, this day would come.
Even so, he smiled through his grief. The Chief was proud of his daughter — proud of the strength and courage she showed in her final moments. But the pride didn't erase the pain. The tears he shed were those of a father, mourning not a princess or a spirit, but the child he once held in his arms.
The hero has nothing to say. They too are mourning for the Princess' sacrifice. They can only mourn in silence.
23:10 - 23:32
The next scene shifted to Iroh and Zuko, quietly sailing away under the pale morning light.
It turned out they had stolen a ship from the Northern Tribe.
"They lost their own warship after Zhao's assassination attempt," Toga muttered, clearly irritated. "And I'm pretty sure the Moon Spirit destroyed Zhao's fancy new one. Why does it feel like that bastard's laughing at us from hell?"
"Hey, don't think like that," Twice said softly, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "He's gone. Don't let him haunt you. Besides, they stole a ship from the Northern Tribe — that's got to count for something, right?"
Mr. Compress sighed. "Let's just hope they actually make it to land. I doubt that boat's even—"
"Hey, don't be a downer," Spinner interrupted, trying to sound optimistic. "They'll make it to land… I think."
As the Ex-League bickered among themselves, Dabi and Stain sat back in silence, taking in the sight of Iroh and Zuko sailing toward the horizon. For a brief moment, there was peace.
Iroh was right — a man deserves rest. Especially after everything that's happened.
All For One and Tomura, however, didn't share that peace. They had rooted for Zhao once — right up until the fool took the Moon Spirit hostage. After that, even they couldn't defend his stupidity. Now he was gone, and in their minds, probably roasting somewhere in hell.
"What we're missing now," Tomura grumbled, "is someone worth rooting for."
All For One's silent nod said everything. It wouldn't be Zuko.
That boy was a lost cause — ever since his stunt as the Blue Spirit and the storm that revealed his past.
They needed someone new.
Someone Tomura could learn from.
23:32 - (Final scene of the episode.)
The final scene of the episode showed a small moment of Team Avatar sharing a moment of bliss, now knowing where are they headed in their journey.
It time for the Avatar to Earthbending.
The scene wasn't finished. The audience heard a voice.
The same voice from Iroh's memory at Lu Ten's funeral and the Agni Kai when earn his scar. This is Iroh's brother, and Zuko's father. The Fire Lord.
He mentioned that Iroh is a traitor and that Zuko is a failure. Now he is facing his daughter, the golden child, on the battlefield.
The My Hero Academia cast, believe they're finally going to meet The Princess of the Fire Nation.
They'll soon know her name.
The red curtain swept across the screen, signaling the end of the episode. The audience barely had time to process the Fire Lord's chilling words before their flamboyant host strutted into view.
Poker appeared in his signature yellow suit, his grin as wide as the crescent moon. "That was smashing! The invasion of the Northern Tribe and Princess Yue's sacrifice—truly chilling stuff, folks!" He clapped his hands dramatically, the sound echoing like applause.
"Now, before I let everyone off for a break, I have a special treat for you all," he said, raising a finger with theatrical flair. "A musical number that I believe perfectly captures the… shall we say, spirit of the world of bending."
The lights dimmed, a sultry bassline hummed, and Poker turned toward the audience with a mischievous smirk.
"Now, ladies, gentlemen… and Tomura." He winked directly at the shirtless villain.
Tomura froze. His face turned scarlet, and his heart pounded hard enough to make his chest twitch involuntarily. His pecs gave a nervous bounce—a completely traitorous reflex that only made Toga cackle.
"Shut up," he muttered, covering his face with one hand while the others clenched his arm.
Poker only laughed. "Oh, don't be shy, my dear sexy destroyer."
The curtains parted again, revealing three striking women dressed in Halloween-inspired attire—dark lace, crimson lipstick, and a presence that radiated supernatural confidence.
"Everyone," Poker announced, stepping aside with a flourish,
"Give it up for… The Hex Girls!"
The crowd erupted in cheers as the trio took the stage, guitars gleaming under purple light. The haunting first notes of their song filled the room, carrying that perfect blend of rock, mystery, and magic—the exact energy the world of bending deserved.
The performance
Earth, water, fire, and air
We may look bad but we don't care
We ride the wind, we feel the fire
To love the earth is our one desire.
(To love the earth is our one desire)
Love the earth, it's only fair
It's one big earth that we must share
We love the earth with all our fire
It's in our souls, our one desire.
Earth, water, fire, and air
We may look bad but we don't care
We ride the air, we feel the fire
To love the earth is our one desire.
(To love the earth is our one desire)
Nature is a precious gift
It will make your spirits lift
Love the earth with all your fire
It's in your soul, your one desire.
Earth, water, fire, and air
We may look bad but we don't care
We ride the air, we feel the fire
To love the earth is our one desire
To love the earth... is our one desire!
Poker returned after the Hex Girls' performance. "Bravo, girls! Bravo!" he exclaimed, clapping with flair. He turned back to the audience, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Before we take our break and see where Team Avatar is heading in the Earth Kingdom, there's one more universe I want you all to explore. Just one story, and then we'll return to our heroes."
The MHA cast had no choice. Poker, after all, was the very spirit of temptation—he never changed his mind.
"This universe is known as Earth Astruc. It's similar to your world, but with one key difference: Quirks do not exist. Of course, there are heroes and villains—but you'll see how different it all is. Our focus this time? Paris, France, not Japan."
He paused, letting the anticipation build. "And the two heroes you'll follow… their names are Ladybug and Cat Noir. Their journey?"
"Miraculous."
The audience wonders what is ahead of them in this universe known as, Earth Astruc. As the screen turns own. There is no current video yet, but everyone does hear a voice of a teenage girl introducing herself as Marinette.
In the daytime, I'm Marinette,
Just a normal girl with a normal life.
But there's something about me that no one knows yet,
'Cause I have a secret.
Miraculous! Simply the best!
Up to the test when things go wrong!
Miraculous! The luckiest!
The power of love, always so strong!
Miraculous!
The audience are ready to meet Marinette and her Miraculous adventure with Cat Noir.