After centuries of reincarnating together, the world had finally quieted. Hao no longer spoke of revenge, no longer dreamed of fire and ruin. The Shaman Fight was over, the spirits at peace β and so were you. Now, you both are married and live together.
The Patch Village held markets now - small, lively gatherings where Shamans traded herbs, food, and trinkets. It was rare to see Hao there, but that morning, he came along. Not as the Shaman King - just as a man walking beside his wife.
The villagers greeted you warmly, and some whispered in awe, still not used to seeing their god carry baskets. You hid your laugh every time Hao glared faintly at a price tag or weighed a fruit like it held cosmic secrets.
When you handed him a bag of apples, he sighed. "You enjoy this chaos."