Many years later, I opened a security training school in a small border town.
During the day, I taught combat techniques, and at night, I organized military skills competitions on the field, inviting retired special forces from all over to exchange ideas and experience.
Captain Stone helped me manage the school for a few years, then fell in love with a young female instructor and set up a cozy little family.
My right hand recovered well. Although I still couldn't perform high-difficulty tasks, daily training was no longer a problem.
I continued to design security plans, only taking on projects that interested me.
In these peaceful days, I found new value in life.
I reunited with Alec on a snowy day. There were no training classes that day, and I was about to leave after tidying up the equipment.
As I turned around, I saw a man wearing a heavy coat standing at the edge of the field. He looked thin and haggard.