"Are you gonna dance with me?" Genma asked. He arched his back and stretched out his legs, bracing his sock-clad toes against the wheelchair footrests. He could feel every single bruise burn, every stitch pull, healing ribs protesting, bandages tightening. He took a deep, happy breath.

Seals flared, as chakra moved where it shouldn't yet. His hand... He wasn't thinking about his hand. It was fine, resting against his chest in its sling. He didn't have to think about it. Wasn't thinking about it.

The fresh air and sunshine felt like a visit to the hot springs. The air smelled of recent rain, cherry blossoms, and cooking fires. The sky was impossibly blue, with high, puffy clots of cloud. Raidou was right there, behind him. He grinned, and reached up with his right hand to touch Raidou's elbow.

"If you're gonna dance with me, I'll dance barefoot, naked, you name it. Whatever you want. And then we can go to the movies, and out to get curry and tofu. Then we can go to the park and I'll totally buy you cotton candy. And dango. We can go to the matsuri and cheat at darts. And then out for beers."

He leaned his head all the way back, against Raidou's forearms. "It will be glorious."