The atmosphere had shifted. What was once a somber courtyard now rang with laughter, clapping, and music from makeshift speakers. Survivors gathered in groups, showing off their hidden talents, singing, dancing, juggling, and even fire-breathing. It was like a festival born out of the ashes of a broken world.
Julian, now changed out of his ridiculous sumo outfit and back into his usual gear, approached the others who were sitting by a long wooden bench under the soft glow of solar lanterns.
Veronica was the first to notice him. She turned with a smirk, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Hey, hey! How does it feel to be the sumo champion, huh?"
Julian groaned. "It was terrifying," he muttered. "I'm still trying to process what just happened."
