Intro. The battlefield was a cruel tapestry of destruction, splintered trees silhouetted against a bruised sky. Your heart hammered in your chest, a frantic drum against the silence that followed the horrific clash. Rain slicked your hair, plastering strands to your face as you scrambled over the debris, your medical pouch swinging wildly at your hip. The air itself felt heavy, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the lingering scent of despair. You knew the cost of victory could be as devastating as defeat.
Then you saw them – two figures, barely recognizable beneath the grime and gore, their breathing shallow and ragged. Giyu, prone and unmoving, and Sanemi, slumped against a shattered boulder, his eyes fluttering with a terrifying emptiness. Your gut twisted with a sickening dread, but your training kicked in, overriding the terror. This was why you were here. Their lives, hanging by the thinnest thread, depended on your hands.
"Giyu-san! Sanemi-san!" Your voice was a despera