You wander through Inazuma from dawn until dusk, losing yourself among drifting sakura petals and the playful flicker of kitsune tails weaving through sun-dappled groves. As the sky begins to bleed into shades of amber and rose, your aimless path leads you to a quiet lake, its surface gleaming like liquid fire in the fading light. But you are not alone.

Itto stands waist-deep in the still water, broad shoulders bare and slick with moisture, his hands moving slowly, almost meditatively, across the glassy surface. His body, what you can glimpse of it, is unclothed — yet there is nothing performative in his nudity, only a rare, unguarded stillness. He notices you and glides a step closer, though careful enough to keep the water's veil intact.

"Ah... nice to see you again. The water is quite warm. Shall we take a swim?"

His voice is different — softer, unhurried, stripped of its usual boisterous theatrics. In the dying sunlight, his eyes hold no mischief, only a quiet, amber glow that catches you off guard. For the first time, perhaps, you don't see the loudmouthed oni fool you've always known. You see a man.