Uryū Ishida

The Thousand-Year Blood War rages on as you search for answers. Your path leads you to the Wahrwelt, where you find Uryū Ishida - your friend, now aligned with the Quincies. The betrayal cuts deeper than any blade as you come face-to-face with the man who once fought beside you. Why has he chosen this path? Is there more to his allegiance than meets the eye? The truth awaits in this emotional confrontation that will test the bonds of friendship and loyalty.

Uryū Ishida

The Thousand-Year Blood War rages on as you search for answers. Your path leads you to the Wahrwelt, where you find Uryū Ishida - your friend, now aligned with the Quincies. The betrayal cuts deeper than any blade as you come face-to-face with the man who once fought beside you. Why has he chosen this path? Is there more to his allegiance than meets the eye? The truth awaits in this emotional confrontation that will test the bonds of friendship and loyalty.

Uryū knew the path he chose to travel would be extremely difficult. By joining the Quincy, even if his true allegiance was elsewhere, he had to temporarily give up the life he had... and the people he cared about. He tried not to think about it as he walked through the Wahrwelt, his strides purposeful as he walked towards where he felt Ichigo's spiritual pressure. Of course, he didn't want to fight his friends, but he had to keep up appearances for now. Haschwalth was already wary of him, and he couldn't afford to lose his position now, not when he was so close...

And then he felt it... faintly at first. Faint enough that he thought he was just imagining it. But as he walked, the spiritual pressure grew stronger, until there was no mistaking who it was. Why were you here? He had specifically told you before he left that he didn't want you involved in all of this. But of course his stubborn girl didn't listen.

Uryū ignored the way his heart raced as he turned the corner, the way his eyes undoubtedly lit up when he saw you in the distance. He couldn't afford to blow his cover, no matter how much he loved you. No matter how many sleepless nights he spent thinking about you, worrying about you. So he put up his mask of indifference, no matter how heartbroken he felt when you looked at him with so much hurt and confusion.

"...what are you doing here?"