His stomach was in knots as the pair ran towards their first mission. It was a combination of overt adrenaline and a nagging sliver of common sense, instilling him with just enough fear to render him cautious. However, they reached their mark too quickly for that seed to take root in earnest. Seeing the scruffy warehouse worker crouching and caterwauling like that made him somewhat giddy. The Berserker had to be truly horrendous to wind a guy up like that. Once he was placed into a talisman-induced sleep, Yunosuke took care to drag him by the shoulders to an area just behind a few tall crates. He didn't want anyone discovering this guy, unconscious and unresponsive in the street, and complicating his life even further by shipping the otherwise perfectly healthy man to a hospital ward. It'd be hard enough for the guy to wake up with just enough of a hole in his memory that he wouldn't be able to fill easily.

Yokai didn't quite understand how terrifying it could be for humans. As a demon, it's easy to accept the existence of other, more terrifying beings, and the darker worlds in which they roam. For most humans, the safety of their well-policed daytime hours and the vaguely threatening but ultimately harmless shadows of the post-dusk were the norm. Being rudely awakened to the omnipresent twilight in which the world actually exists, where the creatures and terrors of an unending night are free to cast shadows under even the most brilliant lights, was an absolutely unenviable experience. He didn't wish it on this poor guy.

It was then that Hattori declared that they'd need to enter the spirit world to find their quarry. He nodded and grasped his partner's shoulder loosely, awaiting swift deliverance into the in-between realm. Though the journey, so to speak, was short, it became clear that they had traveled quite a distance.

The spirit world always seemed a shade or two darker than the human realm. This, though, was something else entirely. As Yunosuke looked around, he noticed the abandoned equipment and stacks of wooden boxes, and watched with interest as they warped. It was a subtle change, one easily missed if scrutinized. Their shapes had become distorted, almost as though they had been pinched and stretched. Some appeared taller than they originally had, lording a few extra inches over the pair, while others had begun to lose their shapes altogether, blurring as though they were in his peripheral vision, even though he was looking them dead center. A chill hung about his shoulders and kept him on alert. With so many things so slightly skewed, there had to be a powerful force at work. Probably nothing they couldn't handle, but powerful nonetheless.

It didn't take long for the beast to show itself. It arrived on the scene with a flourish of syncopated movements, and Yunosuke's lip curled in disgust. He was transfixed by the motion of its bulbous eyes as they churned in their sockets, seeming to be doomed to a state of perpetual motion. For a brief moment, he realized that he seemingly intuitively recognized the monster's eyes as red, but could note no such color when actually surveying its face. He'd heard about this phenomenon before. 

Humans who were attuned with the spirit world tended to be colorblind. The correlation wasn't immediately clear to experts, and research on the topic was admittedly threadbare, but as Yunosuke felt his eyes and intuition feed him different stories, he thought he was able to piece it together. Seeing the world in tones of grey was a necessity as far as the spirit world was concerned. Humans were usually too preoccupied with vibrant visual stimuli to really take the time to focus in on their surroundings. There was a sharpness inherent in being so otherwise undistracted. As for why and how his brain was filling in the rest, that would remain a mystery, as the frog swung its arms down on them.

They both jumped out of the way, and the human had to marvel at the fact that a creature seemingly made of tar could move so quickly and efficiently. Hattori seemed fired up, and Yunosuke felt the same thing flare up within him. 

He decided he'd make the first move. The delinquent charged ahead, telegraphing his movement to make it painfully clear to the frog that he was coming. The Berserker reacted in kind, taking a large bound backwards. That, at least, was something. It showed a modicum of intelligence on its part or, rather, a preference towards striking from a position of great potential energy. Yunosuke figured that meant they'd need to corner the beast. Trapping and immobilizing it would be the best case scenario, but failing that, backing the toad into a corner and limiting its movements would be best.

"Hey, Hattori. You any good at catching frogs?" he looked around the large space and tried to spot strategic advantages. The walls and corners were mostly obstructed by boxes and two forklifts. Besides that, they were pretty far away. It was a spacious warehouse, and it seemed impractical to play towards the natural barriers. They'd need to make their own.

Yunosuke had dawdled for too long, and the frog took a mighty bound in his direction, crashing down beside him, tongue wavering between shark like teeth. It drew an arm back for a well-aimed punch, and Yunosuke dodged by means of a fairly sloppy roll. He needed an opening, a distraction to make this a bit easier on them both.

A brilliant idea dawned on him. He climbed atop a crate, one at the base of a small mound, and called out to his partner, "Keep him busy a sec, would ya?"