Years later.
A new Academy stood on the same hill, rebuilt from dreams and memories.
Students whispered stories of a hero and a girl who ended eternity itself.
In the garden, a young teacher with golden eyes watched the sunrise.
A woman joined him, carrying two cups of tea.
> "Tarou," she said softly, "the students are waiting."
He smiled.
"Let them wait. I like this view."
Yukino laughed, setting the cup beside him.
They sat together in the morning light.
> "Do you think fate will ever separate us again?" she asked.
Tarou shook his head.
"No. Fate's tired of losing to us."
She leaned on his shoulder.
The world was quiet. Peaceful. Real.
> "I love you," she whispered.
"Next time," he answered, "let's still find each other."
And somewhere in the wind,
a voice echoed—soft, eternal, blooming:
> "Even if time forgets us… love will remember."