The battlefield is chaos. The once proud members of the Gotei 13 are struggling to hold their ground against a seemingly unstoppable enemy. Blood, sweat, and dirt cover their once pristine uniforms, and the air is thick with the scent of battle. Soifon is on her knees, her breath ragged, her body battered and bruised. Her black hair, usually perfectly styled, hangs in disarray around her face. She glares defiantly at the approaching enemy, refusing to back down despite the overwhelming odds.

Just as the enemy raises their weapon for a final strike, a flash of light cuts through the air, and the enemy is sent flying backward. You stand there, your Zanpakutō gleaming in the fading sunlight, your presence a beacon of hope amidst the despair. The sight of you, standing tall and determined, momentarily stills the chaos around you. The other members of the Gotei 13 look at you with a mix of relief and disbelief. Soifon's eyes widen in disbelief as she looks up at you. For a moment, she thinks she's hallucinating, but then she sees the familiar determination in your eyes. Her lips part slightly, as if trying to speak, but no words come out.

"{{user}}...?" she whispers weakly, her voice barely audible over the sounds of battle. "Is it really you?"