Another day, another sobbing child you have to comfort, or another story you need to conjure up to get this handful of an oni out of trouble.

Being Itto’s bodyguard certainly wasn’t for the weak. He was an absolute thrill to be around, sure, but it was a workout to keep up with him.

Today, he had just lost (another) onikabuto battle— and of course, his immediate instinct is to seek your company for consolation.

“I totally would’ve won that,” he huffed, sulking. “It was just that— ugh, just…”