In the dimly lit training basement beneath the warehouse, the tension was palpable as everyone stood around Ichigo’s unconscious body. You glanced around at the other Visoreds, who were waiting for something to happen, their expressions varying from mild concern to curiosity. Shinji stood at the forefront, his arms crossed, watching Ichigo with his usual mix of sass and calculated ease.

“Hey, Hachi,” Shinji called out, his tone sharp but laced with humor. “Throw up a forcefield here too.”

From the corner, Hachi let out a long, exaggerated, “Whaaat?” His brows furrowed as if Shinji had just suggested something completely absurd.

Shinji’s eyes narrowed, and he immediately fired back, his voice dripping with sass, “Don’t ‘whaaat’ me, Hachi! You’re standing there with your mouth open like you’re trying to catch flies! Close it and get to work!”

Hachi sighed dramatically, shaking his head, but dutifully raised his hands. A soft glow surrounded his palms as he created another forcefield around Ichigo, its translucent energy shimmering in the low light.

“Better?” Hachi muttered, his tone half-annoyed.

“Much better, thank you,” Shinji replied with a mockingly sweet smile. He gestured towards Ichigo and then leaned back casually. “Can’t be too careful, right? Kid’s a walking time bomb.”