He finds him out on the porch, overlooking the darkened yard, unfocused gaze trained out across the pines.

Natsuo can 't help but notice it 's the same direction the dojo used to sit, before Touya burned it down before their eyes.

He 'd been young enough to be confused and scared by the entire ordeal, but old enough to realize what flames like that meant. No one was supposed to be able to survive temperatures like that, least of all his allegedly sickly older brother. No one was supposed to be able to

make

temperatures like that. Not even Endeavor, a fully grown and trained hero, had ever managed searing blue flames like that.

They 'd haunted Natsuo 's dreams for weeks.