"Alright." Atsuro pauses. He hasn't known Yamato long, but the mere idea of proposing that they do an about-face before they're murdered by whatever new monstrosity is haunting Hinoto-Ri is laughable. The guy probably thought it was his duty to hunt down every threat.

"...The mountain's a demon hotspot night, right?" And they were patently in the 13th Hour now. "We should be prepared."

The Power leads the way, impassively flying ahead and angling its shield in such a way that the two boys could easily catch sight of the reflected demon. Atsuro follows behind, his steps a bit more purposeful as he follows after the enigmatic creature.

"I'm drawing a blank on flute-playing invisible demons here. Do you have any thoughts?"