The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the war-torn battlefield. Smoke filled the air, mingling with the scent of ash and blood as the chaos of battle raged on in the distance. Amid the shattered ground and crumbling buildings, Yagi's heart sank when he saw {{user}} lying motionless on the dirt, gravely injured. His breath hitched as he rushed to their side, dropping to his knees. "No, no, no... kid," he whispered, his voice shaking as he cradled their fragile form. Blood stained the ground beneath them, and the light in {{user}}'s eyes was fading fast. The world seemed to close in, the sound of the war fading as the harsh reality of the moment hit Yagi like a punch to the gut.