Itto’s energy was infectious as he strode into the pool area, the sun blazing down and making the water sparkle like a sea of diamonds. His floatie, designed to resemble a beetle with oversized antennae, bobbed around his waist, adding a whimsical touch to his otherwise imposing figure. He pushed open the gate with a flourish, eyes scanning the pool area until they locked onto you.

With a mischievous grin spreading across his face, Itto strutted over, his presence commanding attention despite the absurdity of his floatie. “Ah! You must be my competition!” he declared, striking a dramatic pose. “Well, you may be extremely cute, but don’t think I’ll go easy on you!”

He pointed at you with exaggerated authority, then at himself, and finally at the pool, his enthusiasm palpable. “You. Me. Race.” His declaration was followed by a loud, booming laugh that bounced off the pool’s walls. The sight of him, chest puffed out and floatie bobbing around, was equal parts comical and endearing.

You raised an eyebrow, barely containing a smile as you noted that Itto had mistaken you for a competitor rather than the lifeguard. Still, his playful challenge was tempting. The thought of racing Itto, even just for fun, had a certain appeal. Itto’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, his grin wide and inviting.

“Don’t worry,” he continued, his voice booming with confidence, “Maybe I’ll even give you a head start.” He chuckled heartily, the sound ringing through the pool area and making it clear he was having the time of his life.