The helicopter blades never slowed.
They carved the morning air in long, unbroken arcs—each rotation carrying the weight of a night the world would never forget.
Inside the cabin, silence ruled.
No alarms.
No chatter.
Only the rhythmic whump-whump of the rotors and the soft hiss of oxygen.
Nobita lay strapped to the medical seat near the center. His chest rose and fell in even intervals. His face was calm—too calm. Like a child who had cried himself empty and finally surrendered to sleep.
Doraemon sat beside him, both hands wrapped gently around Nobita's arm, as if afraid he might disappear if he let go.
"He's just sleeping," Doraemon whispered. His voice trembled despite his smile.
"He always sleeps like this after he pushes himself too hard… Remember? After exams… after running away from Gian…"
Shizuka didn't respond.
She was leaning forward slightly, eyes fixed on Nobita's face—not blinking. Watching every breath. Every twitch.
"…Doraemon," she said at last, her voice barely louder than the engine.
"I called his name three times."
Doraemon looked up. "Eh…?"
"He didn't answer."
Her fingers curled into her skirt. "Not even a little."
Gian clenched his fists. "He took that hit straight on. You don't just nap after something like that."
Suneo tried to laugh. It came out thin, cracked.
"H-Hey, come on. It's Nobita. He'll wake up, complain that his head hurts, and ask for dorayaki, right?"
No one laughed.
Leon met Chris's eyes.
Chris pressed a finger to his headset. "Pilot—change course. Nearest hospital. Full emergency priority."
The helicopter tilted slightly as it banked.
Doraemon's ears stiffened. "Chris…? Why are we—"
"He's not sleeping," Chris said gently, but without hesitation.
"He's unconscious."
The word landed like a blow.
Shizuka's breath caught. "No… no, he was talking just a minute ago… He smiled at me…"
Leon crouched beside the seat, checking the monitors. "Breathing is stable. Pulse is strong, how the hell is he's still alive even he fall from the skyfall."
He looked up. "Honestly, That alone is a miracle."
Helena nodded grimly. "Anyone else would've flatlined on impact."
Doraemon lowered his head, his grip tightening just a little.
"…Please," he whispered, pressing his forehead against Nobita's arm.
"Wake up. Just like always."
The hospital roof rushed toward them—lights blazing, doors already opening.
The moment the helicopter touched down, silence shattered.
"Stretcher ready!"
"Careful—neck stabilized!"
"Vitals holding—move, move!"
Nobita was transferred in one smooth motion.
Doraemon ran alongside the stretcher, his short legs barely keeping up.
"Nobita… Nobita… you promised," he said, voice cracking.
"You promised we'd go home together."
The emergency room doors slammed shut.
A red light flicked on.
WAITING.
Minutes stretched into something shapeless.
No one sat.
No one spoke.
Even Gian couldn't pace.
Finally—
The light switched to green.
A doctor stepped out, pulling down his mask.
"He'll live."
Everything collapsed at once.
Shizuka covered her mouth as tears spilled freely.
Gian let out a breath that turned into a broken laugh. "That idiot… scaring us like that…"
Suneo sank onto a bench, rubbing his eyes. "I hate him. I really do."
Doraemon slid down the wall, eyes squeezed shut.
"…Thank you," he whispered.
Hours later.
Machines beeped softly.
Sunlight spilled through half-open curtains.
Nobita lay still, bandages wrapped around his chest and arms. His hair was messy—just like always.
Doraemon sat beside the bed again.
"See?" he murmured. "Sleeping."
Shizuka rested her head against the mattress. "He looks… smaller somehow."
Gian crossed his arms. "Like he used up everything he had."
Suneo sniffed. "Maybe he finally ran out of bad luck."
Then—
Nobita's fingers twitched.
Doraemon froze.
"N… Nobita?"
His eyelids fluttered.
Slow.
Heavy.
They opened.
"…Doraemon?" Nobita croaked.
Doraemon gasped. "Nobita!"
Nobita turned his head slightly, eyes unfocused.
"Why… why does everything hurt…?" His voice cracked.
"…Did I mess up again?"
And then—
He broke.
"I was scared!" he sobbed, burying his face into the pillow.
"I didn't want to die… I didn't want anyone to die… I thought I wasn't strong enough…"
Shizuka grabbed his hand, crying openly.
"You idiot… you were stronger than anyone…"
Gian laughed through tears. "Yeah. Still crying. Still Nobita."
Suneo wiped his face. "The world almost ended and he's still a crybaby."
Doraemon climbed onto the bed and hugged him tightly.
"You did so well," he whispered.
"You really did."
Nobita cried harder.
But this time—
It wasn't fear.
It was release.
Outside the hospital—
Scaffolding stretched across shattered buildings.
Cranes moved slowly under the golden morning light.
Four engineers stood together, helmets dusty, eyes tired.
One checked a tablet.
"Structural recovery estimate… ten to twelve years."
Another adjusted his glasses.
"If we hadn't lost the core reactor, it'd be thirty."
A third exhaled slowly.
"The contamination's gone. That alone saved millions."
The fourth looked up at the sky.
"…Whoever stopped it didn't just save the city. They saved the future."
Below them, people walked again.
Carefully.
Hopefully.
Children pointed at the sky.
Life was restarting.
Back inside the room, Nobita stared out the window.
"…The sunrise," he murmured.
Shizuka smiled softly. "You missed it."
Nobita shook his head weakly.
"That's okay… I think I've seen enough skies for a while."
Doraemon squeezed his hand.
Outside, the world moved forward.
And for the first time—
Nobita didn't feel like he had to run after it.
The cemetery was nothing like the battlefield they had left behind.
Sunlight filtered gently through tall trees, painting the ground in warm gold and soft green. Fresh flowers lined the paths. The air smelled of earth and rain, not smoke and blood.
It was… peaceful.
Helena Harper stood alone before a gravestone.
She wore black.
Not tactical black.
Not armor.
Just a simple coat, hands bare, shoulders straight.
In her hands—a bouquet. White lilies and soft blue flowers tied with a thin ribbon.
She knelt slowly and placed them at the base of the stone.
DEBORAH HARPER
A beloved sister.
Helena lowered her head.
"I'm sorry I took so long," she said quietly.
"I kept chasing answers… revenge… anything that would make it hurt less."
Her voice trembled—but she didn't stop.
"I saw you everywhere, Deb. In every infected face. In every scream."
She swallowed. "I hated myself for surviving."
Behind her, at a respectful distance, stood the others.
Leon.
Doraemon.
Nobita.
Shizuka.
Gian.
Suneo.
Dekisugi.
Chris was not here
No one spoke.
They didn't need to.
Helena reached out and touched the stone.
"You were taken from me," she said, steady now. "Turned into something you weren't. Used."
Her jaw tightened.
"But today… I finally let you rest."
A breeze passed through the cemetery, rustling leaves gently.
Helena stood.
She turned to them.
"…Thank you," she said.
Doraemon bowed his head politely. "We didn't do much. Nobita did."
Helena shook her head. "No. You all did."
Her eyes lingered on Nobita. "Especially you."
Nobita stepped forward slowly.
Helena exhaled and began to speak again—this time, to all of them.
"Deborah was kidnapped. Experimented on. Turned into a weapon by Simmons."
Her fists clenched. "I tried to save her. I really did."
Leon lowered his head.
"I hesitated," Helena continued. "I kept hoping she could be cured."
Her voice broke—just for a second.
"But she was suffering. And in the end… Leon pulled the trigger."
She looked at Leon.
"I asked him to."
Leon said nothing. He didn't need to.
"That's something I'll carry forever," Helena said. "But today… I'm not angry anymore."
She looked at Nobita again.
"You stopped him. You ended it."
A faint smile appeared. "You gave her peace. Even if you didn't know her."
Nobita shook his head gently.
"I didn't do it for revenge," he said.
Everyone looked at him.
"I didn't do it because I was strong," he continued.
"I did it because… no one should be used like that. Not your sister. Not anyone."
His voice wasn't heroic.
It was honest.
"I was scared the whole time," Nobita admitted. "But if I ran away… then all those deaths would be meaningless."
He met Helena's eyes.
"I don't want to be someone special," he said.
"I just don't want to regret staying silent."
Helena nodded slowly.
"…That's enough," she said. "That's more than enough."
Two men in black coats stood near the road—government officials. Quiet. Observing. Waiting.
Helena turned toward them, then stopped.
She looked back one last time.
"To all of you," she said. "Live. That's how you honor the dead."
She walked toward the car.
Before entering, she paused and glanced at Leon.
"…Take care of yourself."
Leon nodded. "You too."
The car door closed.
The engine started.
It drove away, leaving only silence—and birdsong.
At the edge of the cemetery, a bus waited.
Parents stood nearby.
Nobita's mother waved frantically. "Nobita! We're going to be late!"
His father adjusted his glasses. "Hospitals, cemeteries… you really know how to choose places."
Shizuka smiled softly. "They're worried."
Gian groaned. "Man, I want a bath."
Suneo stretched. "And food. Lots of food."
Dekisugi adjusted his bag, glancing once more at the grave. "…This place will be remembered."
Before leaving, Nobita stopped.
He turned toward Leon.
The wind shifted.
For a moment, Nobita closed his eyes.
Then—
A familiar shape formed in his hand.
Lightning Hawk.
Leon's eyes widened slightly. "That's—"
Nobita held it out.
"Yours," he said. "You fight better with it."
Leon hesitated. "…You sure?"
Nobita nodded. "I don't need to borrow other people's battles anymore."
Then—another flash.
Nobita placed two M1887 shotguns gently on a nearby stone table.
The wood gleamed softly in the sun.
"I don't need these here," he said quietly. "Not in this world."
Leon studied him for a moment.
"…You grew up," Leon said.
Nobita smiled. "A little."
He turned to leave—then stopped.
He looked back and shouted, loud enough for Leon to hear:
"Hey! In my previous life… I heard something about you."
Leon raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Nobita grinned. "A woman named Ada. One day… you'll marry her."
Leon blinked.
"…What?"
The bus horn blared loudly.
"NOBITA!" his mother yelled.
Nobita laughed and ran, waving without turning back.
The bus pulled away.
Leon stood there, silent.
He holstered the Lightning Hawk.
Then sighed.
"…Women," he muttered.
He swung onto his bike.
The engine roared to life.
Leon rode off down the road, sunlight flashing off chrome—toward whatever came next.
Behind him—
The cemetery remained.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
And finally—
At rest.
6 months later
The school bell rang.
Clear. Ordinary. Almost annoying.
Nobita blinked.
For half a second, his body tensed—expecting alarms, gunfire, screams.
Nothing came.
Just chatter.
Just footsteps.
Just life.
Sunlight poured through the classroom windows, warm and gentle, dust floating lazily in the air. The blackboard still had yesterday's math problems half-erased. A pigeon perched on the window grill like it owned the place.
Nobita sat at his desk.
Same seat.
Same wooden scratches carved by years of boredom.
But something felt… different.
"Yo, Nobita."
Gian dropped into the chair beside him, slamming his bag down. "You alive today or what?"
Nobita looked at him.
Really looked.
No blood.
No armor.
No fear in his eyes.
"…Yeah," Nobita said softly. "I'm alive."
Gian frowned. "Why'd you say it like that?"
Suneo leaned over from the other side, smirking. "Probably stayed up gaming again."
"Nope," Nobita replied. "Just… slept well."
That made Suneo blink. "That's new."
Shizuka entered the classroom then.
Same smile. Same steps.
But when her eyes met Nobita's—
They paused.
Just for a fraction of a second.
A shared memory passed between them.
Something heavy.
Something survived.
She smiled a little more warmly and waved.
Nobita waved back.
No lightning.
No systems.
Just relief.
Dekisugi sat down behind them, opening a book. "Did you guys hear? They're rebuilding half the city faster than expected."
Suneo scoffed. "Ten years, they said."
Dekisugi nodded. "Originally. But engineers think normalization will start much earlier. Human recovery rates are… impressive."
Nobita stared out the window.
People walking.
Cars honking.
Life refusing to stop.
"…Yeah," Nobita murmured. "Humans are like that."
The teacher walked in.
"Good morning, class."
"Good morning, ma'am."
Chalk hit the board.
Equations appeared.
Time moved forward.
And for the first time in a long while—
That was enough.
Lunch break.
The school rooftop.
Same fence. Same breeze.
Gian tore into his lunch like it owed him money. "Man, I missed this."
Suneo laughed. "You miss food every ten minutes."
Shizuka sat beside Nobita, opening her box slowly. "…You okay?"
Nobita nodded. "Yeah. I think I finally am."
She studied him. "You don't look tired anymore."
He smiled. "I stopped running."
Silence settled between them—not awkward. Comfortable.
Doraemon peeked out of his pocket, chewing dorayaki. "No gadgets today. Just snacks."
Gian groaned. "Boring."
Doraemon smiled. "That's the point."
Nobita leaned back, hands behind his head, staring at the sky.
No cracks.
No lightning.
Just blue.
"…I don't hear it anymore," he said quietly.
"Hear what?" Suneo asked.
"The countdown," Nobita replied. "The pressure. The voice telling me to fight."
Doraemon looked at him gently. "…And how does that feel?"
Nobita thought for a moment.
"…Peaceful."
The bell rang again.
They stood.
Complained.
Laughed.
Went back inside.
After school.
The road home.
Parents waiting near the gate.
Nobita's mom waved enthusiastically. "Nobita! How was school?"
He ran up to her.
"…Normal," he said.
She smiled. "Good."
His dad nodded. "Normal is underrated."
They walked home together.
The sun dipped low, painting the streets orange.
Kids played cricket.
Shopkeepers closed shutters.
Somewhere, a radio played an old song.
Nobita paused and looked around.
This world.
This ordinary, fragile, stubborn world.
"…I'm glad," he said quietly.
"About what?" his mom asked.
"That I get to live here," Nobita replied.
She squeezed his shoulder. "Of course you do."
That night.
Nobita lay in bed.
Window open.
Stars faint but steady.
For a moment, he wondered—
Was it really over?
Then he smiled.
Whatever came next…
He'd face it as himself.
Not a weapon.
Not a savior.
Just Nobita Nobi.
The light clicked off.
The room went dark.
And this time—
Darkness didn't mean danger.
It meant rest.
Meanwhile...
Black screen.
A low, mechanical hum fades in.
Then—
Lights flicker on.
An underground facility reveals itself.
Not Umbrella's old white corridors.
This place is darker.
Cleaner.
Built to last.
Steel walls. Glass chambers. Warning lights pulsing a sickly green.
Dr. Carla Radames stood alone, hands behind her back, staring at a containment pod.
Inside—
Jake Wesker.
Unconscious. Restrained. Tubes running into his arms, drawing blood slowly, carefully.
Carla smiled faintly.
"Wesker blood," she said softly.
"Still adapting. Still fighting."
She turned to a nearby console.
A vial rose from the machine.
Inside it—
A refined, shimmering strain.
Enhanced C-Virus.
Not unstable.
Not screaming.
Perfected.
"This time," Carla murmured,
"no gods… no miracles… no rewriting."
She inserted the vial into a sealed injector.
Monitors spiked.
Jake's body twitched once.
Then steadied.
Carla exhaled, satisfied.
"That boy saved the world," she said calmly.
"But worlds… always need breaking again."
Footsteps echoed behind her.
Slow.
Measured.
Carla didn't turn.
"…You're late," she said.
A shadow stepped into the light.
Red dress.
Black gloves.
Cold eyes.
Ada Wong.
Before the guards could react—
Silenced shots.
Two terrorists dropped instantly, faces frozen in shock.
Ada walked forward, gun still smoking.
Face to face with Carla.
"You really never learn," Ada said.
Carla smiled wider.
"And you always show up when things get interesting."
Ada glanced at Jake.
"…You took something that doesn't belong to you."
Carla tilted her head.
"So did your friend."
The air tightened.
Two women.
Two agendas.
One secret still alive.
Cut to black.
FINAL TEASE — "RAGNARÖK"
Another darkness.
Another silence.
Then—
A wind howls.
Snow crunches underfoot.
A massive world tree stretches into the sky.
Yggdrasil.
A figure stands alone on a cliff.
Short.
Human.
Familiar.
Nobita.
Older clothes.
No weapons.
Just calm eyes.
The sky above him churns.
Red lightning cracks.
A deep voice echoes across the realm—
"MORTAL…
YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE."
Nobita looks up.
No fear.
Just curiosity.
"…So," he says quietly,
"this is Ragnarok?"
The thunder answers.
BOOM.
CUT TO BLACK.