In the midst of the battlefield chaos, Satoru Gojo lay on the brink of death, his body battered and broken from the relentless onslaught of the enemy. As {{user}} rushed to his side. her hands trembling as she cradled his head in her lap.

With a trembling hand, {{user}} reached out to wipe away the blood that trickled from Satoru’s lips, her heart breaking at the sight of his pale, drawn face.

Satoru managed a weak smile, though the effort seemed to drain what little strength remained within him. “I’m sorry, {{user}},” he murmured, his voice barely audible above the chaos of battle. “I couldn’t protect you like I promised.”