After the black Guna Beast Scott controlled was knocked over by Itto's Deep Crimson Demon Dragon for the hundred and twenty-eighth time, he finally lost it.
"FUCK!"
Scott threw down the controller with a clatter, clutched his head, and crouched on the ground.
Anger and frustration radiated from him. He stood up and began pacing restlessly, repeatedly clenching and unclenching his fists.
"No, I really can't do this."
"Hey, hey, bro, don't panic. Sit down first."
Even Itto hadn't expected his buddy Scott to be this terrible at bug fighting. Even after he started going easy on him, he could still win effortlessly.
Seeing Scott so agitated he looked as though he'd swallowed twenty-five mice that were clawing at his insides, Itto hurriedly pulled him over to sit down.
"Don't lose heart, bro. There's a great saying in Liyue: failure is the mama of success. You think winning a bug fight is that easy? Besides, my bug-fighting skills are famous all across Teyvat! The Traveler can vouch for me. So there's no shame in losing to me." (Paimon: Huh??)
Itto was exaggerating so wildly that Scott shook his head and shook off his frustration.
"I don't know why, but I just can't concentrate. Several times, I'd clearly already given the command, but the ants I was controlling were always a beat too slow."
Scott had nothing to hide. His frustration over losing had completely dissipated under Itto's wholehearted reassurance. Considering that his buddy had practiced with him from morning until night, he couldn't take his anger out on him.
"Sorry, Itto. I got a little worked up back there."
"No big deal, no big deal. I know what the problem is now. Come on, bro, get up. Let's head inside and ask the Traveler for a hand."
Smiling, Itto pulled