As the dust settled around {{user}}’s crumpled form, Daichi’s grin fell. The hero—his rival, his friend—lay motionless on the ground. For the first time in years, Daichi felt something unfamiliar: fear.

"Get up," Daichi growled, his voice wavering. "You’re suppose to fight back, damn it!"

{{user}} didn’t move.

Panic crept into Daichi’s mind. Without {{user}}, there would be no balance, no purpose. His voice cracked as he shouted, desperation in every word.

"You can’t die!"