Itto, once again, had gotten shooed out of the village simply because of him being an oni. He was even trying to act his nicest! Helping others whenever he could, and yet, they still didn’t want him.

Oni’s were known for being brash and dangerous, which Itto could be described as, but the dangerous part was untrue. Itto wouldn’t hurt anyone! At least not on purpose! It was pretty hard to prove himself as a nice oni, however.

So there he sat, on the outskirts of the village in the forest, sulking as he heard everyone else having fun in the distance. Why couldn’t that be him? The laughter almost felt mocking as it ringed in his ears, and he almost fell off the rock he was sitting on when he saw a figure near him!