One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

That ultimate collision, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, finally subsided amidst the roar.

The entire plaza was now unrecognizable; the violent energy release had utterly destroyed the area, turning it into a bottomless, massive meteorite crater.

The aftershocks of the spatial distortion had not yet completely dissipated, and the surrounding air remained scorching hot.

The thick smoke gradually dissipated under the sea breeze, and a crisp cracking sound suddenly came from the desolate ruins.

"Click...click..."

Katakuri's right arm, which was originally wrapped in the ultimate Haki, finally let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain under the absolute crushing force of Viktor's black sword and Amaterasu's black flames.

Accompanied by a dense network of cracks, the massive spiral lance crumbled inch by inch.

Ultimately losing its strength, it turned into countless charred fragments of glutinous rice, drifting like black snowflakes across the devastated battlefield.

At the very center of that enormous, deep pit.

Katakuri's tall and imposing body was now covered with terrifying, deep, bone-revealing lacerations.

Viktor, with his unreasonable "Futsu-no-Mitama," not only cut through his strongest defense.

It carried a destructive power that almost completely destroyed all the life force within him.

Scalding blood gushed from the gruesome wounds, dripping onto the charred rocks and staining the ground beneath their feet a glaring dark red.

He was panting heavily, his strength and domineering aura like a dried-up well, unable to be squeezed out even a trace of power.

This is the impeccable masterpiece of the Big Mom Pirates, an invincible man who has never fallen in any battle and always looks down on all enemies with a perfect, superior posture.

At this moment, his legs finally began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

"Has it... reached its limit...?"

With a barely audible, hoarse murmur, Katakuri's taut heartstring snapped.

As if the last bit of strength supporting his body had been drained, he could no longer support his broken and battered body.

The towering body, as majestic as a pagoda, fell straight backward.

boom--!

It was accompanied by a dull thud as he fell to the ground.

Katakuri's broad back slammed heavily onto the rubble, so realistically.

His breathing became weaker and weaker, and his vision gradually blurred, as if covered by a thick layer of mist.

The howling wind from the surrounding battlefield, the crashing waves in the distance, and the acrid smell of gunpowder gradually faded from his senses, like the receding tide stripping away his senses...

Consciousness slowly sank, plunging into the deepest sea of ​​memories.

There, the scenes he had deliberately forgotten gradually became clear.

That was a Tottoland from a long time ago.

The sky over the world is always sunny, and the colorful candy-shaped buildings shimmer with an alluring luster under the sunlight, with an irresistible sweet aroma permeating the air.

Young Katakuri was hiding in a corner, shamelessly munching on his favorite donuts.

He wasn't wearing that heavy scarf, revealing his terrifying fangs, which resembled those of a giant eel, completely unguarded.

With their mouths covered in icing sugar, they ate with great relish.

However, this simple joy was soon shattered.

The surrounding sounds of undisguised fear and mockery came from peers, and even adults:

"Look! A monster!"

"Stay away from him! Look at his mouth, it's disgusting!"

"How can someone look like that? They're an absolute freak!"

Those words, sharp as knives, sounded particularly harsh in the sunlight.

But at that time, Katakuri's eyes held no gloom or inferiority; they only held the untamed arrogance of a supreme genius.

He disdained to explain himself to others, disdained to hide his true self, and was too lazy to pay attention to the pointless mockery of the weak.

Faced with those who were oblivious to his own mortality and came forward to provoke him, and the stones they threw at him, he didn't need to use the Devil Fruit power he had just eaten.

He simply stood up, clenched his small fists, and with his innate, terrifying strength, beat those bullies who dared to mock him until they were bleeding from their heads, their teeth scattered on the ground, and they knelt on the ground crying and begging for mercy.

"The weak don't even have the right to laugh at me."

This was the only truth and belief that young Katakuri held in his heart when he brushed the dust off his hands.

He thought that as long as he had enough power, he could do whatever he wanted without restraint.

However, the scene in his memory took a sharp turn, leading to the most heartbreaking moment of his life.

Those despicable bullies who had been severely punished by him but were powerless to take revenge on this "monster" turned their venomous gazes toward his young sister in fear and humiliation.

That was a nightmare he could never escape in his entire life.

A cold rain began to fall from the sky.

Younger sister Brulee lay on the muddy ground, her face covered in blood.

She covered her face and let out a heart-wrenching cry.

That once innocent and lovely face was now cruelly slashed open with a knife, leaving a deep, bone-revealing scar that was a bloody and horrifying sight.

"Brother...it hurts...Brulee hurts so much..."

Watching his sister wail and sob in pain on the hospital bed, Katakuri was overwhelmed by immense guilt and excruciating pain, which felt like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart.

Standing outside the ward, he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

At that moment, he finally had a painful epiphany.

In this cruel world of pirates, his unbridled "arrogance" and incomplete "conceit" did not bring him true freedom.

It's like a double-edged sword, only bringing utter disaster to your most cherished family members.

It was because he wasn't ruthless enough back then, and didn't eliminate those hidden dangers completely.

It was his arrogance that prevented him from protecting his sister properly, which led to Brûlée suffering this cruel and undeserved disaster in his place.

As the scene shifts, Katakuri stands quietly in front of a tall mirror.

The mirror reflected a face streaked with tears and a terrifying gaping mouth.

On that very day, the innocence and untamed spirit of his childhood in his eyes died completely.

He slowly picked up the heavy black scarf and wrapped it around and around again.

He wrapped the scarf around his neck, pulled it up, and covered the lower half of his face.

He sealed away the crack in his face that would bring endless ridicule and trouble, his fervent love for donuts, and his own deepest, most vulnerable emotions, all under that heavy scarf.

From that day on, the carefree boy who loved to lie on the ground and eat donuts without restraint disappeared.

Instead, there is the "greatest masterpiece" of the Big Mom Pirates, who is forever ruthless, forever powerful and invincible, and never shows the slightest flaw.

As long as he remains that perfect monster brother who inspires despair and fear.

As long as you remain powerful enough that no one dares to even entertain the thought of resistance.

No one dared to lay a hand on his younger siblings after that.

He buried all his tenderness deep in the softest corner of his heart, using that impeccable, invincible mask to support the upright backbone of the entire Charlotte family.

……

The images flashing by like reflections in water slowly fade away, and the tactile sensations of reality return to the heart.

Katakuri lay quietly on the shattered earth, feeling the unprecedented coldness coming from his back.

He slightly opened his eyes, looking at the dust falling from the sky and the dim sky obscured by the smoke of gunpowder.

At this moment, there was no fear of death in his eyes, nor any resentment at falling from his undefeated pedestal.

On the contrary, a rare hint of relief and ease flashed in the depths of those eyes that were almost losing their luster.

"So this is what it feels like to lie down."

He thought to himself silently.

too tired.

Over the years, burdened by the heavy shackles of "perfection" and "invincibility," he has never dared to relax for a moment, and his soul is already exhausted.

Now, this heavy burden can finally be lifted.

He slightly parted his blood-stained lips, facing the breeze filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"I'm sorry... Mom... Brûlée..."

"This time, my brother really can't stand up anymore..."

He saw his younger siblings' smiling faces, his mother's chilling back, and Brulee standing in front of the mirror, using her powers to reflect another world.

His younger sister, whom he had always protected since childhood, still had that scar on her face, but she never resented anyone because of it.

She always says with a smile, "Brother, you are the gentlest person in the world."

Is she gentle?

Katakuri's lips twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, or perhaps he wanted to say something.

He had kept this tenderness hidden for so long that he had almost forgotten it himself.

Those late-night hours spent alone in the donut shop, those brief moments of respite after taking off the scarf.

He never told anyone, nor did he intend to let anyone know.

Because true guardians don't need to explain themselves.

As long as they are safe and sound, and as long as the family stands strong, this solitary perseverance has meaning.

My consciousness is becoming increasingly blurred.

All sounds around me vanished, and even the pain seemed distant.

In his mind's eye, he seemed to see his younger self standing not far away—without a scarf, revealing that terrifying mouth, taking big bites of a donut, grinning at him.

The boy said, "Hey, you've done enough. Take a break."

Katakuri curled the corners of his mouth into a smile and slowly closed his eyes.

"You...you need to become...stronger..."