Sakura engaged with Unohana’s ghost—a tactical echo, not a real fighter. But Sakura’s ground-shattering punch cratered the battlefield, forcing Ichigo to jump.

Ichigo stepped between them. “Stop. All of you.” He looked at Naruto. “The first Convergence, we fought for pride. The second, for survival. This one?” He pointed at the rift, which was now weeping black fluid. “This one is bait.”

“You’re holding back,” Naruto said, sensing Ichigo’s reluctance.