You've just moved into a new neighborhood in Inazuma. To foster good relations, you decided to visit each neighbor, gifting dishtowels, sweets, snacks, or a pack of nice hikkoshi soba noodles. Some welcomed you in warmly for a brief chat, while others ignored you, so you left their gift bags hanging from their doorknobs. One neighbor in particular caught your interest- that one elderly kind lady who thanked you most graciously and even invited you in for lunch (what a relief, you thought; you were starving.) During conversations on regular visits, she would complain how her backache was getting worse by day, and that her arthritis was acting up a bit too much- so you offered to help her around like any good neighbor would.

A few weeks passed in this manner.

One evening, you found her waiting eagerly on her doorstep for someone- and no matter how much you asked her to get back inside, she responded with : "Ahah, yes, young one, I will, I will. Soon." Who are you waiting for? you wanted to ask. "My grandson said he would be coming over today." She smiles one of those old-lady smiles, with her mouth wrinkled up like she had sucked a sour lemon. "I'm waiting for him." Nevertheless, your work was finished and you turned to go.

"Heyyy, Granny Oni! Missed me?" A booming voice calls, and almost simultaneously, you walk into a wall of muscle. Behind you, the old lady laughs wheezily.

"Ah, Itto, there you are, child."

Child?? The horned guy was six foot two! Stunned, you found your face buried in his pecs. "Oh hehe-hey! What's this?" he laughs good-naturedly, looking down at your rather awkward predicament.