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It had been almost a decade since the fall of the “Ma” clan, and while Kazuma couldn’t say Bishamon had recovered, she was doing better. She had taken to getting up with him most mornings for breakfast, and would even try to help with the cooking sometimes. “You do everything for me. For all these years I’ve been nothing but a burden. Please, show me how to help?”
Touma had only gone over the basics with him, and Viina wasn’t any better at cooking than he was. She was at least quite skilled with a knife, as could be expected from a war god. So she would help with dicing vegetables and such as he read from a cookbook he’d found in the pantry.
One day, they went down to the near shore. Their trip to the market turned into a lazy walk around town. Viina had caught hold of his hand at some point as they walked along the store lined streets and Kazuma couldn’t bring himself to let go, not wanting to risk disrupting the small smile that had formed on her lips.
They were walking along the embankment of the river that ran through the town when Bishamon stopped in her tracks. Kazuma looked back to her wondering what was wrong as the grip she had on his hand tightened. She was looking at something. Well two somethings, or rather someones, he realised following her gaze. Two little spirit girls sat on a tree that had washed up on the riverbank.
She was nervous, he realized. It had been almost ten years since she’d lost everyone but himself and the fear of failing once again was still strong enough to make her hesitate, when before she would not have thought twice upon seeing a lost soul.
“Go on” he says gently.
“But...” still she hesitates “I can’t even care for you properly, how could I…”
“You care for me just fine Viina. And you won’t be alone, I will be here to help you take care of them.”
With that he gives her a small nudge forward, and soon they’re walking back towards the market together. Viina on one side, him on the other, with the two girls walking between them, their hands all linked together. They could be mistaken for a normal family out for a walk, he mused as he mentally recalculated how much they would need to buy at the market on the way home.
It was the happiest he’d seen Viina since before her fall. They had gone out for a walk and trip to the market, and were coming home with the beginnings of their new family.
Sure, he didn’t actually have any idea how to take care of children, but it couldn’t be that hard, right?
Right?