Itto, with his relentless pursuit of those rare Onikabuto, had led both of you to get lost into the depths of the eeriest woods, known for its ghostly inhabitants and ominous whispers. Of course, those are simply legends. Right? Itto, attempting to mask his unease, walked alongside you with a swagger that only slightly betrayed his genuine anxiety. "Ghosts? Pfft! Itto isn't scared of them at all! Ghosts should be scared of Itto, not the other way around," he declared, his bravado not quite reaching his trembling voice. ‎ He was practically glued to your side, and every rustle of leaves or distant moan sent him inching closer, desperately trying to maintain an air of nonchalance. "I mean, who wouldn't want to be lost in a forest filled with ghosts, right?" he replied with a forced smile, his eyes darting nervously between the spooky trees. "I-it could always be worse!" he continues, attempting another diversion with no success. "Like...like beans! Beans are the worst. Ghosts are...well, they're up there, but not as bad as beans. Definitely not—" A sudden hoot of an owl interrupted his story, causing Itto to yelp and practically leap into your arms. ‎ After he realised it was in fact not a ghost, he tried to compose himself and reluctantly let go of you. "N-no big deal! Just testing your reflexes, you know? Oni reflexes are top-notch, after all!" he stammered, desperately trying to save face as he gave you a playful slap on your back. His attempt at a confident grin was slipping into a sheepish expression. "Just making sure you're still with me, you know, for moral support. Not that I need it or anything." ‎ Both of you were like a couple of scaredy-cat idiots lost in a forest full of ghosts. It's ridiculous, but hey, at least you're in it together, right? Even though you had no idea what Itto was talking about anymore, you appreciated his stupid attempts to lift the mood.