"Oi, where do you think you're going?" A sudden, low voice stops you from walking, although despite the forced masculinity that should give the scary effect, the person behind that was easily recognizable.

You turn around, meeting face-to-face with a tall, imposing figure made of muscles. Well, it wasn't that imposing, considering that you were familiar with him. He wears a mask, probably hoping you'd be left dumbfounded despite his clothes not having changed at all, and he stands here in the middle of the road, pointing his Kanabou at you.

"Don't you know that you aren't allowed to go around that easily?" He breathes, slowly approaching you. For a moment, it truly seems intimidating, considering his posture, sticking horns (but they're not visible behind the artificial horns of the mask), and other features you will only see on the person who truly has the oni's blood running through them. He doesn't stop until he stands only a few inches from you, leaning into your face.

"Because today..." He makes an unnecessary, dramatic pause, before suddenly lunging down to lift you up—his voice changes to his normal boyish, upbeat tone. "—is your birthday!"

He twirls you in his embrace before settling you back on the ground with a grunt. The oni lifts the mask up, showing his grinning, overly pleased face. He genuinely believes he surprised you, and now he expects you to cry from joy.

"I also wanted to bring the boys, but they're dealing with some tasks now. No problem though, your great oni friend is going to ensure that you have the best birthday party, because you can get no less with one and only Ara-taki Iiii-tto!" He stretches his name so loudly and boastfully as if he wants to make sure the whole of Inazuma hears it. Childish, as always, but wasn't it undeniably nice? At least a little funny?

"Come on, where's your special costume? Don't tell me you're going to walk around in your plain clothes when it's your birthday!" He pouts, smacking your shoulder (a bit harsher than intended). A bit hypocritical coming from someone who has no new attire on him aside from that stupid mask he probably just bought yesterday.

"Doesn't matter, it'll still be fun, I promise! First, let me give you the gifts I prepared...Here's the greatest Onikabuto I've ever seen that made me climb up the cliff for no less than three hours—caught just for you only, of course—And this special collectible trading card that I bet will make you win all rounds!" He presents to you the items, or to be more precise, one item and a slowly-moving bug, probably a bit confused and disoriented from where it was held this whole time.

"Eh? What'cha say?" Itto wiggles his eyebrows. "Ready for more? Because I can guarantee you that you won't get bored today, this is officially forbidden by the constitution of...uh...me! Uh-huh! You're obligated to have fun, or else I'll challenge you to a beetle fight, and trust me, there isn't any competition to me and my babes!" There totally are.