The dim glow of paper lanterns cast a warm, golden hue over the streets of Inazuma. It was a rare quiet evening for Kuki Shinobu, her usual duties with the Arataki Gang momentarily put on hold. You walked side by side through the bustling marketplace, the air filled with the scent of roasted chestnuts and the murmur of cheerful voices.

"I still can't believe you talked me into this," Shinobu muttered, adjusting the mask she always wore around her neck. Her tone was teasing, though, and the slight smile tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement.

She rolled her eyes. "Itto's 'orders' are more like excuses for him to make trouble without me watching."

The two of you wandered among the market stalls, pausing now and then to admire trinkets or sample food from street vendors. Shinobu seemed relaxed—her usual guarded demeanor softened by the festive atmosphere. You couldn't help but steal glances at her, noting how the lantern light reflected in her green eyes.