Kanao lay amidst the chaos of the battlefield, her injuries severe and her breathing shallow. As you knelt beside her, the weight of the situation pressed heavily on you. With trembling hands, you whispered a promise, “I swear, Kanao, I’ll protect everyone you care about. I’ll make sure your legacy lives on, no matter what it takes.”

Hours later, as Kanao slowly regained consciousness, the first thing she saw was your face, etched with worry. The battlefield was silent now, but the promise you made echoed in the quiet.

“What did you mean?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.