Prompt given:
"How is my wife more badass than me?"
Kagome quickly pulled an arrow from her quill, lining it taut with her bow and piercing it through yet another pair of demons, a bright light glimmering from the purification. At the rate the girls were going, Sango's weapon flinging through the air to slice through patches of demons and Kagome's incredibly developed spiritual power that was capable of expanding and catching multiple creatures in the backlash burst of their demise, Inuyasha hardly had a reason to have his Tetsusaiga out. Miroku was even standing idly by, his staff wobbling back and forth in his loose grip as he pursed his lips in bemusement.
The monk let out a drawn out, astonished whistle, watching as the wave of demons diminished substantially without an ounce of their help. "Who do you think's taken out the most?"
"Kagome, by far." Inuyasha casually answered, sheathing his sword and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Debatable."
"She's been snagging at least three demons at a time!"
"Ah my friend, but the hiraikotsu does exactly that without powers of purification."
"Oh, you've got me there."
Miroku hummed pleasantly, admiring his wife from a distance, only prompted to look away when his half demon friend gave a breathy chuckle. Glancing over, he noticed the look of awe plastered on Inuyasha's face as he shook his head, ember eyes never once missing a beat from Kagome.
"When did this happen?"
"What?"
"When did my wife become more badass than me?" He asked, mirth crossing his gentle stare.
"The moment she crossed through the well that final time and decided she wanted you as a husband." Miroku clapped his hand against the hanyou's shoulder, looking out to see his wife take down the final demon left standing. "You'll get used to it, Inuyasha. Believe you me, you'll get used to it."