I felt bad for not elaborating on Saten's fantasy from the main story, so I wrote a quick chapter exploring that. This story is written in 3rd person, but this is what I believe Saten would be imagining as she's thinking of the "possibilities" when using the GAGARS.

Please enjoy!

"...and the news story iiisss...done!"

The young-adult Ruiko saved her word document and let out a heavy sigh of exhaustion. Working for the main news service of the city was a dream job, but writing articles that balanced being informative and truthful, yet entertaining and eye-catching really pushed her to her limits sometimes, especially when she had to compete against generative artificial intelligence. The irony of chasing rumours and investigating urban legends for much of her teenage years only to be swamped with debunking them and presenting the truth now was not lost on her.

But even with the hardships of adulthood, she pressed on. Thanks to the never-ending support of her friends and one special man in her life, she pressed on.

Speaking of that man…

"Guess-who-Rui-ko!"

Ruiko's vision went dark her eyes were suddenly covered by someone's hands. It was a common prank that her husband liked to play on her when she didn't notice him arrive, not so different to how she used to greet a close friend of hers by flipping her skirt.

Smiling, she slid his's hands down off her face, which he took as an invitation to embrace her. Being wrapped in his arms always made her feel so safe and warm, even if his spiky hair tickled as it brushed against her skin.

"Long day?" he asked.

"Always is. But seeing you come home makes it better." She responded, turning her head and planting a kiss on his cheek.

They remained there for a while, just enjoying being in each other's company. Unfortunately, it didn't last as the sounds of a baby's crying reached their ears, forcing him to let her out of his embrace.

"Oh no, not again…I thought she'd settled down for the night," She sighed, glancing at the clock. "And look at the time! I haven't even started on dinner yet..."

"Let me handle this," her husband said. "She's probably upset from not seeing her daddy for a while. I'll calm her down and get started on something to eat."

"No way, mister. I'm cooking tonight."

"Hey, it's no problem. You're exhausted; take a load off tonight!"

"Me exhausted? Look at yourself after you come back from work every day! Not to mention, you've been handling dinner for the past week while I put that story together. Seriously, let me do it; it hurts my pride as your wife to have you cook for me so much."

"If you insist," her husband relented. He brushed her bangs aside and planted a kiss on her forehead. "But only because you just finished that news story; make sure you relax afterwards."

The two of them then went off to do their respective chores for the night. The baby's crying soon quietened before disappearing, instead being replaced with faint sounds of laughter. Ruiko put on her apron and tied her hair into a ponytail as she looked around for what to make that night.

This scene was a typical example of the reality they now lived. While removed from the adventures they got up to as teenagers, their individual passions and zest for life always spiced things up, so there was never a dull moment between the two of them.

This is the first meal I've cooked for him in a while, so I want to try and make it special. She thought. Let's see if I can surprise him...

Indeed, while of lower stakes than before, there were still many more adventures to be had for Ruiko Kamijou.