The wagon still rocked slightly from the ruckus, the echoes of Jaki Onna's laughter lingering in the air. Brush and Hikaru, cheeks flushed from their kiss, were finally catching their breath when Jaki Onna waddled over, bottle in hand, grinning like she had won some kind of cosmic prize.
"Here! For the newlyweds!" she slurred, thrusting a fresh beer toward Hikaru.
Hikaru blinked, startled, then gave her a sharp glare. "I… I'm not—"
Jaki Onna waved her off. "Nonsense! You kissed him, so it counts. You're officially celebrating. Drink!"
Daji hid a giggle behind her tail, clearly entertained by Jaki's antics, while Brush just shook his head, half-exasperated, half-amused. "Of course this is happening right now…"
Hikaru sighed, but a tiny smile tugged at her lips. "Fine," she muttered, taking the beer. "But only one sip."
Jaki Onna cheered loudly, spilling a little of her own drink in excitement. "To the Chosen One and his legendary samurai! May you survive all the Dark Web, Black Market Gods, and crazy fate summons together!"
Brush reached over and gave Hikaru's hand a squeeze, their eyes meeting with unspoken understanding. Even in the middle of chaos, this tiny, absurd moment grounded them both.
Hikaru took a small sip, her expression softening as she leaned against Brush slightly. "Thank you… for everything."
Jaki Onna clapped her hands, nearly tipping herself over. "See? That's what a party's for! Now… who's next for a drink?"
The wagon erupted into laughter again, the tension of endless battles easing — if only for a moment — as the party celebrated love, life, and surviving another day together.