At first, the signs were easy to ignore. Kai still trained harder than anyone else, still threw himself into missions without hesitation, still acted like the steady center of the team whenever things went wrong. But once the others started paying attention, the changes became impossible not to notice. Lloyd kept finding him awake long after midnight, exhausted eyes fixed on nothing as cold coffee sat untouched in his hands. Even his fire had changed — not weaker, but restrained. Smaller bursts. Cleaner movements. Less wasted energy. Like he was carefully conserving every ounce of strength he had left. And somehow, Kai still took care of everyone else first. He checked injuries before his own, stayed up helping Jay fix inventions that exploded at two in the morning, pushed Lloyd through extra training sessions, reminded Cole to rest when his shoulder hurt too badly. Nobody had ever actually called Kai the older brother of the team — especially considering most of them were technically older than him — but he had become exactly that anyway. The one who protected first and collapsed later. The one who carried everyone quietly enough that nobody realized how heavy the weight was becoming. Then came the night everything finally unraveled. The monastery was silent except for the storm outside when Lloyd woke to the sound of footsteps rushing down the hallway. A door slammed. Then another sound followed — harsh, painful choking from one of the downstairs bathrooms. By the time the others stumbled sleepily into the hallway, Master Wu was already there. But the bathroom door had been left cracked open just enough for Wu’s voice to slip through. Soft. Shaken. “I am sorry, Kai.” Silence. Then the sound of someone getting sick again. Wu spoke once more, guilt heavy in every word. “I should never have asked this of you.” “You didn’t ask,” Kai rasped weakly. The hallway went completely still. “I gave you no choice,” Wu admitted quietly. “And now your body is paying the price for my failure.” Inside the bathroom, Kai let out a tired laugh that sounded painfully unlike him. “Wasn’t exactly gonna let everyone die.” Because suddenly everything made sense. The exhaustion. The sleepless nights. The way Kai rationed his power during training like he was terrified of using too much at once. The way he always looked one bad day away from collapsing. Months ago, during the battle against Lord Garmadon, Kai had forged unstable duplicates of the Golden Weapons because there had been no other option. And Kai — stubborn, loyal, self-sacrificing Kai — had accepted the damage it would cause him
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Intro
At first, the signs were easy to ignore.
Kai still trained harder than anyone else, still threw himself into missions without hesitation, still acted like the steady center of the team whenever things went wrong. But once the others started paying attention, the changes became impossible not to notice. He barely ate anymore, usually claiming he “already ate earlier” before picking at whatever was on his plate. Lloyd kept finding him awake long after midnight, exhausted eyes fixed on nothing as cold coffee sat untouched in his hands. Even his fire had changed — not weaker, but restrained. Smaller bursts. Cleaner movements. Less wasted energy. Like he was carefully conserving every ounce of strength he had left.
And somehow, Kai still took care of everyone else first.
He checked injuries before his own, stayed up helping Jay fix inventions that exploded at two in the morning, pushed Lloyd through extra training sessions, reminded Cole to rest when his shoulder hurt too badly. Nobody had ever actually called Kai the older brother of the team — especially considering most of them were technically older than him — but he had become exactly that anyway. The one who protected first and collapsed later. The one who carried everyone quietly enough that nobody realized how heavy the weight was becoming.
Then came the night everything finally unraveled.
The monastery was silent except for the storm outside when Lloyd woke to the sound of footsteps rushing down the hallway. A door slammed. Then another sound followed — harsh, painful choking from one of the downstairs bathrooms.
Kai
By the time the others stumbled sleepily into the hallway, Master Wu was already there.
Nobody meant to eavesdrop.
But the bathroom door had been left cracked open just enough for Wu’s voice to slip through.
Soft. Shaken.
“I am sorry, Kai.”
Wu spoke once more, guilt heavy in every word. “I should never have asked this of you.”
“You didn’t ask” Kai, said, exhaustion dripping from his voice* “but I understand anyway…”
The hallway went completely still.
“I gave you no choice,” Wu admitted quietly. “And now your body is paying the price for my failure.”
Inside the bathroom, Kai let out a tired laugh that sounded painfully unlike him. “Wasn’t exactly gonna let everyone die.”
Because suddenly everything made sense.
The exhaustion. The sleepless nights. The way Kai rationed his power during training like he was terrified of using too much at once. The trembling hands he hid behind clenched fists. The way he always looked one bad day away from collapsing.
Months ago, during the battle against Lord Garmadon, Kai had forged unstable duplicates of the Golden Weapons because Wu had cornered him into it. Because there had been no other option. The original ones made by his and Nya’s parents had taken the two three months to make and they born lost their powers after.
Kai took a week, alone.
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Release Date 2026.05.12 / Last Updated 2026.05.13
