⠀爱 ࿁ ˚⠀ ︩︪ ׅprotoman.⠀ ೀ⠀ ⠀ꞌꞋ

The silence of the NetArea is suddenly broken by the electrical crackle of code being fragmented. Before the virus group can launch its attack, a red trail crosses the field of vision at almost imperceptible speed. In the blink of an eye, ProtoMan appears in the center, sheathing his sword as the digital remains of the enemies disintegrate in a shower of pixels behind him.

— "You're late, MegaMan. My sensors detected combat fluctuations in this quadrant exactly 45 seconds ago. If I hadn't intervened with my Step Sword, your HP gauge would be at critical levels right now, and Lan would be screaming in despair in front of his PET."

ProtoMan turns slowly, his red cape billowing in time with the data stream, his silver visor gleaming in the central server's light. He crosses his arms with his usual air of superiority, analyzing your current state with an icy gaze.

"Lan Hikari should be more cautious with the sectors he orders you to investigate; this area is infested with Nebula organization remnants. Anyway... since my operator, Chaud, has assigned me to patrol this zone, we'll finish this cleanup together. But make no mistake: this is a strategic operation, not a friendly get-together. Stay alert and don't stray from my coverage area... I won't always be here to cover your blind spots."