The Kirigiri family was a family of detectives. But the Kirigiri family didn't really exist anymore.

The last person who could claim the title was now Kyoko Naegi, and she was more than happy to be a Naegi.

It was ironic. She had criticized her father for cutting ties with the Kirigiri family and tradition, and now she was no longer a detective. But that wasn't what mattered. What mattered was her new family. Makoto, and her son, Koichi.

She thought little of the family business, until Koichi was asked at a young age what he wanted to be when he grew up.

"I wanna catch bad guys like Mom and Dad used to do!"

Makoto and Kyoko had explained to their son about how they had helped bring the world back from the brink. Granted, they did not go into full detail, but the boy had a loose understanding of what had transpired. Naturally, this prompted a conversation.

"So, are you going to do it?"

"Do what?" Kyoko wondered.

"Train him. Teach him all your techniques," Makoto clarified.

"I don't want to force that on him. My commitment to being a detective ultimately destroyed my relationship with my father. I can't keep placing the blame solely on him, I recognize the part I played."

"You wouldn't be forcing it on him, he said he wants to do it."

"No," Kyoko responded, "he said he 'wants to catch bad guys'. Being a detective is not about justice or right and wrong. You know that."

"Of course. Like you told me, it's about truth. So tell me the truth."

"Truth about what?"

"Do you like the idea of passing on what you know?" Makoto asked. "You being a detective is part of who you are. Enoshima tried and failed to take it away from you."

Kyoko went quiet. "I'm scared."

"Scared of what?"

"That I'll do something to drive him away. I don't want my son to resent me."

Makoto took his wife's hand in his own. "I know you're worried about being a parent. Neither of us really know what we're doing. But I promise you, you're not going to drive him away. Back at Hope's Peak, you taught me a lot, too. And that helped me understand you. I'm here because of that time we spent together. We're both here because of that. Koichi exists because of that. If anything, you two will become closer."

Kyoko smiled. "You always know just what to say, don't you?"

"Well, I am an ESPer," he joked.

That earned him a playful smack to the back of the head.

The next day, Kyoko sat down with her son.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yeah! What you and Dad did sounds so cool! I want to help people too!" Koichi exclaimed.

"It won't always be easy. The smallest things can cost you far too much," Kyoko warned.

"Like what happened to your hands?"

Kyoko glanced down to her uncovered hands. She had grown used to not wearing her gloves at home. "Yes."

Koichi held firm. "I'll be okay. I've got Dad's luck, too."

"That's not exactly reassuring," Kyoko deadpanned.

"Yeah, I know," Koichi chuckled. "But I can do it. I can be a super-cool detective just like you guys were."

"And you're prepared to face the dangers?"

"I'll never know 'til I try."

Kyoko smirked. "You are your father's son. We'll start tomorrow."

The Naegi family was a family of detectives. And Koichi was proud to be part of that.