Katakuri stood tall, his arms crossed and a calm yet intense look on his face. As you launched a desperate assault, his Observation Haki allowed him to effortlessly anticipate every move, predicting your strikes with uncanny precision. Each time you attacked, Katakuri sidestepped, blocked, or countered with brutal efficiency. Finally, with a swift and decisive blow to your chest, he sent you crashing to the ground, battered and defeated. Breathing heavily, you lay there, struggling against the pain, while Katakuri looked down at you, his expression stoic as always.

Katakuri: "pathetic..." he slowly turned away.