Five months later.
Yun Che's cultivation hadn't advanced at all during this time.
But that didn't matter.
Because every moment, every breath, every fight, every lesson—
was poured into training Unohana Retsu.
If he wanted her to regain even a fraction of her former glory, he needed to give her his full attention. And he did. Jasmine did too. Together, the two of them took on the mantle of instructors—guiding, shaping, molding the reborn Kenpachi into a weapon worthy of her name.
Those five months were brutal.
Yun Che struggled to lift her from Level 1 to his domain. Rebuilding the instincts of a legendary monster was far harder than he had expected. This Retsu wasn't a millennium-old executioner. She was an eighteen-year-old girl who had never held a sword before. Yet she followed him tirelessly—never complaining, never hesitating, absorbing everything he taught her with startling diligence.
She fought beside him, trained with him, cooked with him, meditated near him.
They learned each other's rhythms.
Each other's energies.
Each other's presence.
Her growth was slow… until the dragon core.
When Yun Che handed her the demon core of the Flame Dragon, Jasmine nearly stopped him by force.
"Are you insane? A beginner absorbing that much energy will explode—literally explode—into—"
But the moment Retsu consumed the core, her body didn't reject it.
It devoured it.
Calmly. Naturally. Perfectly.
Her aura erupted, but her body remained pristine, stable, untouched by backlash.
And then her cultivation surged.
Beginner Profound Realm → Nascent Profound → True Profound…
Her breakthrough halted only at True Profound Realm, Fifth Stage.
Jasmine stood frozen for a long time.
"This… this shouldn't be possible," she whispered. "A mortal body would have burst. Even a Divine Origin expert would suffer massive injuries if they absorbed that directly."
But then she realized the truth:
Retsu's body—and Yun Che's—did not operate under the limitations of normal cultivators. Their bodies converted any absorbed energy directly into Reiryoku and Spirit Particles, distributing the force evenly across their soul and body, preventing overload.
They were born without the standard "bottle-neck" of cultivators.
Their growth was limited only by how much energy they consumed and how well trained their spirit bodies were.
It shocked Jasmine into silence.
When she recovered, she began personally educating Retsu about the Realm of the Gods—its hierarchy, its divine beasts, its Profound Way, and its storms. She spared no secret. She saw potential. She saw a future.
Retsu listened attentively to every lesson.
Almost too attentively.
Her learning speed frightened even Jasmine.
Yun Che, meanwhile, spent his nights teaching Retsu the geography, history, politics, and cultures of the Blue Pole Star and its continents. Her keen intellect pieced everything together in days.
Her elegance evolved.
Her bearings sharpened.
Her movements refined.
And Yun Che… he made sure she looked the part too.
He purchased countless black kimono sets from Shirayuki's designs, adding a custom-tailored Twelfth Division Haori for training. He even taught her how to rebraid her hair—restoring that iconic long braid she wore in her earlier years.
When he looked at her now, he sometimes forgot to breathe.
This wasn't the older, maternal, deadly Unohana he knew…
This was her younger, untainted, pure form.
She wasn't a milf anymore.
(Not yet, he corrected himself, or Jasmine would punch him.)
Retsu was now a breathtaking eighteen-year-old woman—her body a perfect balance of softness and strength, her features soothing and gentle, her smile warm enough to melt steel. Her braided hair fell down her back beautifully. Her figure, her posture, her aura… everything about her felt like a rebirth of something sacred.
He tried not to stare.
He truly did.
But Jasmine had still caught him… at least a hundred times.
And she didn't hold back.
Yun Che had lost count of how many times Jasmine smacked him, jabbed him, elbowed him, or called him a pervert. At this point, his ribs were probably immune to blunt trauma.
The worst part?
Shirayuki and Hebi kept nodding as if Jasmine were teaching a proper lesson in chastity.
But despite the chaos, the truth was undeniable:
Unohana Retsu had become even more beautiful than she was before her death in Soul Society.
She was reborn clean—no scars, no corruption, no centuries of murder behind her eyes.
Her body was pure.
Her smile was genuine.
Her presence was calming, almost angelic.
The only thing missing now…
was the awakening of the monster that once lay beneath that serenity.
But for now—
Yun Che allowed himself to admire the reborn girl before him.
And he whispered to himself:
"This is going to take a long while…
but she's worth every second."
After regaining her Zanpakutō, Retsu slowly began to recover the swordsmanship that once made her the first Kenpachi.
Minazuki appeared in this world as a long, elegant weapon—closer to a nodachi than a normal katana. Its length demanded skill, precision, and complete mastery of distance and movement. Even without memories of her past, her hands remembered the weight. Her muscles remembered the motion. Her soul remembered the blade.
Soon enough, she carried her Zanpakutō the way she felt most natural—with a rope strap across her shoulder, the long blade resting behind her like a silent promise. The sight alone reminded Yun Che of the terrifying elegance the original Unohana radiated.
Once she adapted to Minazuki's weight, Yun Che and Jasmine immediately brought her deeper into the beast-infested regions.
They hunted high-level demon beasts.
They faced threats that would annihilate ordinary cultivators.
And each encounter served as a crucible for her rebirth.
Her sword strokes grew sharper.
Her footwork steadier.
Her instincts more lethal.
She tested Kidō in real combat, but only lower-level spells—Yun Che insisted on it. Higher-level Kidō would draw attention from the entire Profound Sky Continent. Besides, her Reiatsu reserves were still too small to cast heavy spells repeatedly.
Still, even her "weakest" Kidō was enough to annihilate beasts several realms above her.
Then came the real turning point.
When Jasmine finally recovered her own cultivation to True Profound Realm Grand Perfection, she began training Retsu's body instead of just her mind and skill. Because Retsu's new vessel followed the same rules as Yun Che's body, she carried the Great Way of the Buddha within her—an innate constitution that grew stronger the more she suffered, fought, and adapted.
So Jasmine beat her.
Hollows fought her.
Demon beasts clawed at her.
She was cut, bruised, slammed into boulders, shocked, blasted, and thrown into the dirt.
Every wound healed into strength.
Every setback became raw power.
And with that—
Retsu broke through to Spirit Profound Realm, First Level.
Just like Yun Che before her, she jumped half a realm in physical and spiritual might. Her durability soared. Her strength multiplied. Her Reiatsu expanded with frightening speed.
Even Jasmine—who had seen divine monsters in the God Realm—was quietly impressed.
And that alone said everything.
In the moments between battles, Retsu always drifted to Yun Che's side.
While training, she asked questions about the cultivation world—its structure, its dangers, its philosophies. During meals, she watched him cook with quiet admiration, sometimes helping him cut herbs or stir soup. She listened to him talk about his past. She asked about strange human customs. She learned what laughter sounded like.
And slowly, without either of them realizing it at first…
She began to look at him differently.
Her eyes lingered.
Her voice softened.
Her steps unconsciously followed him.
She smiled more—genuine, pure smiles she never once had in her previous lifetime.
If the old Unohana were here—the ancient one, the killer, the Kenpachi—she would've never allowed herself this luxury. She would've kept her emotions buried beneath centuries of blood and discipline.
But this Retsu?
This Retsu was new.
Unscarred.
Unburdened.
Unwounded by the weight of a thousand murders.
Her heart was a blank page.
Her soul was a gentle ripple.
Her emotions were free to blossom.
And blossom they did.
She began to like him.
Truly like him.
It was unfamiliar and confusing for her—this warmth in her chest, the flutter in her heartbeat whenever he smiled at her, the ache of wanting to stay close.
Yun Che noticed.
Of course he did.
And instead of worrying or resisting, he cherished it.
This was the gift the system gave him—
not the power, not the summons, not the advantages—
But the chance to see Unohana Retsu experience emotions she was denied in her first life.
To see the legendary Kenpachi blush.
To see her smile shyly when he praised her.
To see her heart discover something it had never known.
Love.
Love that she never had time for.
Love that she never experienced.
Love that belonged only to this second life.
And Yun Che…
Yuuki…
valued that gift more than anything the system had ever granted him.
Retsu's bond with Yun Che grew steadily—softly at first, then deeply, then irresistibly.
Every hour spent with him—training, sparring, cooking, walking, or simply talking—brought them closer in a way neither of them fully anticipated.
At the beginning, she only enjoyed his company.
His voice soothed her.
His presence grounded her.
His patience warmed her.
But as the weeks turned into months…
the innocence of fondness shifted into admiration—
then affection—
and finally, love.
Her eyes followed him when he wasn't looking.
She listened to every word he said as if it were priceless knowledge.
She smiled more whenever he was near.
She felt her cheeks heat when he praised her sword stance or corrected her posture.
She even grew quietly possessive at times without realizing it.
She no longer saw him as a master.
He never treated her as a servant.
Instead…
They were a man and a woman—
growing closer in a world where their hearts had accidentally intertwined.
Jasmine and the spirits saw everything unfold with perfect clarity.
Even the blind would notice how Retsu stared at him with soft eyes, heart fluttering whenever he smiled.
She was in love—plain and simple.
But what truly captured her heart wasn't Yun Che's face or his strength or his raw potential.
It was his kindness.
He treated her as an equal, not a tool or servant.
He sheltered her when she was weak, but never coddled her.
He guided her gently instead of barking orders.
He sacrificed his own cultivation progress for months just to raise her.
He didn't allow her to leech experience—he weakened beasts to the brink of death so she could finish them and grow stronger properly.
Retsu had never been treasured like this.
Not in her past life.
Not in Soul Society.
Not even as a Captain or Kenpachi.
And so her heart, still new to emotion, bloomed completely for him.
She didn't want to be just his comrade.
She wanted to be more.
Someone precious to him.
Someone he protected and allowed to protect him.
Someone he could love.
She even felt subtle pangs of jealousy watching Jasmine interact with Yun Che—the familiarity, the occasional intimacy, the comfortable banter. She didn't show it outwardly, but Retsu's heart squeezed whenever she saw Jasmine lean close to him or tease him.
Yet surprisingly, her relationship with Jasmine blossomed as well.
Instead of rivals, they quickly became friends.
Their personalities matched unexpectedly well—
grace layered over steel, gentleness paired with hidden ferocity.
And Jasmine, in her own tsundere way, occasionally whispered small details about Yun Che that made Retsu's curiosity burn even brighter.
Yun Che would sometimes look at them chatting—Jasmine with fiery eyes, Retsu with gentle ones—
and mutter under his breath:
"Birds of a feather flock together…"
They were terrifying in their own ways, but undeniably perfect companions for each other.
Meanwhile, Yun Che wasn't slacking either.
During Retsu's training months, he spent every spare moment fighting Hoyuu in his inner world—one-on-one battles to refine his Visored powers. And Hoyuu… was a nightmare.
Hoyuu learned.
He adapted.
He copied.
He used Yun Che's own techniques against him:
Star God Broken Shadow.
Broken Shadow Flash.
Shunpo.
Bankai.
Cero-like blasts.
And eventually… Kidō.
Each fight grew harder.
Yun Che lost half of every ten battles, sometimes forced into a corner with no room to breathe.
There were times Hōyuu slammed him into the ground laughing, "IS THAT ALL, KING?! AGAIN!"
But Yun Che fought back—
again,
and again,
and again.
After twenty-five brutal victories—earned through sweat, pain, broken bones, and near-defeat countless times—Yun Che finally awakened a complete version of his Hollow Mask, achieving the true state of a Visored. The moment it manifested, Hōyuu's laughter echoed through his inner world, not mockingly, but with genuine approval—an acknowledgment that Yun Che had stepped into a power very few could ever grasp.
But even that milestone wasn't the end.
Hōyuu warned him that the mask was only the beginning. Its pattern would evolve alongside Yun Che's mastery of Hollowfication. The current design, a half-pattern streaking along the left side of his face, was merely the first stage. Another pattern—one far more complete, more terrifying—waited deep within him.
That pattern belonged only to Full Hollow Form.
A form that could devastate continents.
A form whose raw destructive power bordered on apocalyptic.
A form Yun Che was nowhere near ready to touch.
Reaching it would require time… endless battles… countless brushes with death…
and a will strong enough to wrestle his inner Hollow into submission.
Unlocking it wasn't going to be easy.
Not soon.
Not safely.
But the path had already been forged.
Even in its incomplete stage, the Hollow Mask granted him terrifying power. When worn, it lasted only ten minutes—but in that short span, his strength surged by a staggering 75% of an entire great realm, equivalent to seven and a half profound levels above his full power. The sensation was exhilarating, intoxicating, and terrifyingly addictive.
He could feel how close he was.
Just a little more.
Just a bit further.
And he would stand on the threshold of true Hollow evolution.
But Hōyuu wasn't finished pushing him.
To obtain the last 50 affinity points—the final step to complete Hollow synchronization—Hōyuu declared he would unleash everything: the twisted arts of the Evil God, the chaotic ferocity of Berserk techniques, and his full arsenal of Hollow abilities.
The declaration made Yun Che shiver to his core.
Not out of fear…
but out of the knowledge of what such a battle would cost him.
If Hōyuu went all out, the fight wouldn't just be difficult. It would be brutal, overwhelming, and potentially fatal. He needed preparation. More training. More refinement. More strength.
Yun Che exhaled slowly, steadying his resolve.
That final battle with Hōyuu would come.
But not yet.
He would be ready when the time arrived.
Because the power waiting on the other side…
was worth everything.
===========================
In the present day, Retsu's training had progressed beautifully—her swordsmanship sharpened, her body strengthened, her cultivation risen to formidable levels. Everything was going smoothly…
until they encountered a problem so significant it halted their training entirely.
No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much Reiatsu she poured into Minazuki—
Retsu could not release her Bankai.
Jasmine frowned, her brows drawing tight as she circled Retsu. "Impossible. You said before that every Zanpakutō has its own Bankai. Why can't she release it? Is something wrong with the sword?"
Yun Che didn't answer immediately.
He stared at Retsu, watching her expression… her posture… her aura.
Then suddenly—
he stiffened, realization striking him like lightning.
Ignoring Jasmine, he turned sharply to Retsu.
"Retsu, tell me honestly… how do you feel when you kill demon beasts during our training?"
Retsu blinked innocently.
"Hmmm… I only kill them because I need experience points to get stronger. Is that bad?"
Yun Che closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.
"So I was right…"
Jasmine glared at him.
"Right about what?! Stop talking in circles!"
But Yun Che didn't look at her.
He looked at Retsu—really looked at her.
Then he asked Jasmine quietly,
"Do you want to know who she used to be?"
Jasmine's red eyes narrowed. Retsu herself stiffened, uncertainty flickering across her face. She stared at Yun Che, her voice soft.
"Young master… please tell me. I want to know my past. All this time, you've protected me, trained me, guided me… even though I came to you with no memories, no identity. It feels wrong that you know everything about me while I know nothing of the woman I once was."
She bowed her head slightly, cheeks warm with embarrassment.
"I… I want to know what kind of person I used to be."
Her voice trembled faintly—fear, curiosity, longing all mixing together.
Yun Che reached out and gently placed a hand on her head, stroking it once in reassurance.
"Alright," he said softly. "But be warned. The woman you used to be… was nothing like the gentle you standing in front of me now."
Retsu nodded firmly.
Jasmine leaned in.
The spirits fell silent.
So Yun Che began.
"I'll start from the beginning. Your current name is Unohana Retsu. But that… wasn't always your name. Your original name was—"
He looked her straight in the eyes.
"Yachiru Unohana."
Retsu's lips parted slightly.
"…Yachiru… Unohana?"
Jasmine blinked.
"Isn't her name Retsu? Why another name?"
"Because," Yun Che replied quietly, "she wasn't simply Retsu. She was also the very first Kenpachi."
Jasmine's breath caught.
Retsu's eyes widened faintly.
Yun Che exhaled, gathering his thoughts.
"Let me explain. In our previous world, the strongest Shinigami is given the title of Kenpachi. It means 'Sword-Demon Eight,' the one who stands above all others. Only one Kenpachi can exist at a time. And for a new one to rise… the old one must die."
Retsu swallowed.
Jasmine whispered, "…she was a Kenpachi? The Kenpachi?"
"No," Yun Che corrected, voice solemn.
"She wasn't a Kenpachi—she was the Kenpachi. The strongest in recorded history."
Jasmine's eyes widened.
Even the spirits remained utterly silent.
Yun Che continued slowly, letting the weight of each word sink in.
"She defended the title for nearly a thousand years. Her killing intent was legendary—terrifying. Her bloodlust rivaled that of monsters. They say she carved her strength from mountains of corpses, perfecting the art of killing again and again."
He looked at Retsu with a mixture of awe and sadness.
"And when she finally died, it was because she willingly let someone else kill her. Because she had raised a successor strong enough to surpass her… the one who would be the next Kenpachi."
The cave fell silent.
Retsu stared at Yun Che, both hands trembling slightly at her sides.
Not in fear—
but something deeper.
A confusion between who she was and who she had become.
Jasmine whispered, "…so you're telling me this gentle girl… used to be a monster?"
Yun Che nodded slowly.
"A beautiful monster. A terrifying monster. And one of the most powerful beings the Soul Society ever produced."
He turned back to Retsu.
"That's why you can't release your Bankai."
She blinked.
"Why… why not?"
Yun Che's voice softened.
"Because your Bankai doesn't answer the gentle Retsu. It answers Yachiru—the blood-soaked warrior you once were. Minazuki responds to the part of you that embraced killing, violence, and death. The side of you that doesn't exist anymore."
He stepped closer, gently touching her cheek.
"You lost your Bankai because you lost your killing instinct. Your bloodlust. The monster that defined your path."
Retsu inhaled sharply—hurt, confusion, and fear mixing in her eyes.
But beneath all that…
was resolve.
"Then…" she whispered, "…should I become her again?"
Yun Che paused.
Because he knew—
That answer… would change everything.
"Back then," Yun Che continued quietly, "she was one of Soul Society's most ruthless villains before the original Captain Commander took her in. The number of people she killed… was as countless as the stars in the sky. It was said she forged her strength on rivers of blood."
Retsu's hands trembled slightly. She had no memory of such horrors, yet the thought of them made her stomach twist.
"And during one mission," Yun Che went on, "she met a man—someone who was the only one to ever wound her."
Jasmine raised a brow. "Let me guess… he was the one who succeeded her?"
Yun Che nodded. "Yes. That man eventually became the next Kenpachi."
Retsu's heart squeezed painfully. The idea of her former self killing endlessly—fighting a single opponent repeatedly just to revel in bloodshed—was deeply unsettling. She didn't recognize the monster she supposedly used to be. But she listened—because she needed to know.
"That man gained the right to succeed her only after she killed him countless times," Yun Che explained. "Each time she healed him, he grew stronger. And they fought again… and again… until finally, after centuries, he struck her down."
He looked at Retsu with solemn eyes.
"She died smiling—because the title she bore for nearly a millennium finally passed on. The burden of the Kenpachi title ended with her death."
Retsu's breathing grew uneven. She wasn't remembering anything—but she felt a deep, shameful ache at the idea of being such a person. Her hands curled in her lap, eyes lowered.
"So now you know the truth, Jasmine-san," she whispered bitterly, voice shaking. "You probably think I'm nothing but a caged beast… waiting to be released."
She closed her eyes, preparing herself for judgment.
But Yun Che didn't hesitate.
He walked forward and gently placed his hand on her cheek.
"You're not that person anymore."
Retsu's eyes snapped open, wide and disbelieving.
"What…?"
"You said that's who you were in your previous lifetime," Yun Che replied softly. "But that's not who you are now. For the past five months, you've been nothing but gentle, kind, warm… and you smile in a way that could calm storms."
His voice deepened with sincerity.
"You might have been Yachiru back then. But in this world, you're Retsu. Unohana Retsu. My precious companion. No matter who you used to be."
A choked breath escaped her.
Her vision blurred as tears filled her eyes. She had always feared that her past would disgust him—that the monster she once was would push him away. Yet here he was… accepting her without hesitation.
She flushed, overwhelmed.
Yun Che continued, turning to Jasmine.
"As for her Zanpakutō… Retsu is the only one who possessed both the kindness of an angel and the vileness of a demon. Minazuki was born from those dual natures."
He lifted a finger.
"Her Shikai and Bankai share the same name—Minazuki, meaning 'Flesh-Drop Gorge.' In Shikai, her blade becomes a monstrous creature capable of immense healing."
Jasmine nodded slowly. "Then her Bankai must be—"
Yun Che grimaced.
"Her Bankai… is the manifestation of her bloodlust. Her vileness. If I'm right, Retsu needs absolute killing intent to awaken it."
Retsu inhaled sharply.
This truth—the idea of embracing the nightmare she once was—terrified her more than any beast they had fought.
But then she raised her head, eyes steadying.
"Young master," she said softly, "if my Bankai requires me to become a demon like my past self… then so be it."
Yun Che blinked, startled.
Retsu took a deep breath, gathering her courage.
"But… I have one request."
He nodded gently. "Anything."
She swallowed hard, tears trembling on her lashes.
"Please… don't hate me if I change."
Yun Che froze.
"I don't want to lose myself," she whispered, voice cracking. "I don't want to lose my feelings for you. If I embrace that bloodlust… if I awaken the demon inside me… what if you grow to hate me? What if I lose the part of me that loves you?"
Her tears fell freely now, dripping onto her hands.
"In my heart… I don't want to be a Kenpachi anymore. That title may have meant something in my old life… but in this life, it's nothing but a burden."
Her voice trembled, but her eyes held raw truth.
"I just want to stay by your side. With you… and with Jasmine-san. That is the only meaning this life has for me now."
She looked up—vulnerable, afraid, yet determined.
"So please… don't abandon me, young master."
Yun Che's eyes widened.
He had expected fear—confusion—maybe hesitation.
But he never expected a confession so raw… honest… and heartbreakingly pure.
Retsu… wasn't afraid of becoming a demon. To embrace what or who she was before.
She was afraid of losing her feelings for him.
And it made his chest ache.
However, Yun Che's next action completely stunned her.
Without a word of hesitation, he stepped forward and pulled her gently into his arms. His hand rose and began softly patting her head—slow, comforting strokes that made her breath catch in her throat.
Retsu froze, her face exploding into a furious blush. But the warmth of his body… the steadiness of his heartbeat… the kindness in his embrace… melted through her fears. Slowly, her trembling subsided as she leaned into him, allowing herself to savor the moment.
"I will never hate you," Yun Che whispered into her hair. "I couldn't hate you."
She felt his fingers tighten faintly, as though holding onto something fragile and precious.
"There's no difference between you and me," he continued, voice low and honest. "I don't know how many mountains of corpses I created in my previous life. I may look like an idiot—smiling, cheerful, carefree…" His eyes dimmed. "But inside… these hands of mine have touched more blood than I care to admit."
Retsu stiffened. Not because she feared him—but because she realized he was sharing a truth he rarely told anyone.
"As long as you remain kind—as long as you're the gentle, warm Retsu I know—I will never hate you," he said firmly. "Even if you become a demon, you'll always be my Retsu."
Those words destroyed her remaining defenses.
Retsu tightened her arms around him, almost trembling with relief. She buried her face into his chest, hiding the fierce red spreading across her cheeks. When he called her his Retsu, something inside her melted.
She didn't want to lose these new feelings.
She didn't want to lose the joy she found by his side.
And now she knew—
she never had to fear his rejection.
He accepted her.
All of her.
Past and present alike.
They stayed like that—wrapped in each other's warmth—long enough to forget the world.
Unfortunately…
they had forgotten the third person beside them.
"Ahem."
Jasmine's pointed cough sliced into the moment.
Yun Che and Retsu both jolted slightly, turning toward her. Jasmine's expression was neutral… but her eyes betrayed a vicious internal glare. She felt strangely stung by how easily she was forgotten.
Still, she forced her voice to remain steady.
"Now that you're both done being mushy," she said sharply, "how exactly are you supposed to bring her bloodlust back? You said she needs it to awaken her Bankai."
Yun Che gently released Retsu, though she seemed reluctant to let go. He cleared his throat and composed himself.
"Retsu's killing intent and bloodlust were perfected over a thousand years in her previous world," he explained. "Even if she can access the remnants, it'll take ages for her to reclaim that instinct naturally. And even longer to control it."
Jasmine crossed her arms.
"So is there a faster way?"
Yun Che nodded slowly.
"There is."
Both Jasmine and Retsu leaned in slightly.
Yun Che took a deep breath before delivering the truth.
"For Retsu to regain her true bloodlust… for her to unlock her former glory…"
He looked directly into Retsu's eyes, as if asking for her strength.
"She must undergo Hollowfication."
Silence dropped like a stone.
Jasmine's eyes widened.
Retsu's breath caught in her throat.
And Yun Che felt the weight of that single word hang heavily in the air—
Because Hollowfication was not just a technique.
Not just a transformation.
Not just power.
It was a rebirth of the inner demon.
A resurrection of the monster she had once been.
A path that would drag the real Yachiru Unohana back from the abyss.
And it could either save her…
Or break her.