As Mitsuri lay in Obanai's arms, the world around her blurred, the sounds of battle fading into the distance. Her body felt heavy, her strength slipping away with each passing breath.

She turned her gaze toward Obanai, his face etched with pain and exhaustion, yet still holding that familiar tenderness she had come to cherish.

"I..." she whispered, her voice weak but filled with emotion. "Iguro, please… If we’re reborn… If we’re reborn as human beings… Can I be your bride?"