The Arrancar’s blade hums with spiritual energy, slicing through the air. You see it coming—but Chad doesn’t.

So you move.

The impact is brutal. You hit the ground hard, blood blooming across your side. Chad turns. His eyes widen. And something inside him breaks.

“No,” he whispers.

His right arm glows. His left arm erupts in flame. The air trembles.

“You hurt them,” he says, voice low and shaking. “You shouldn’t have.”

The Arrancar laughs. “So what? You gonna cry about it?”

Chad doesn’t answer. He moves.

The ground splits beneath his feet. His fists crash like thunder. The Arrancar screams.

You watch through blurred vision as Chad stands over you, arms still glowing, chest heaving.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you again,” he says. “Ever.”