Unexpected Arrival! Furious Katakuri! (Seeking Collection!)

A tavern on Beehive Island.

"Whoa!"

A pirate flew out, crashing heavily onto a table. The immense force sent the pirate rolling across the floor, even smashing into other tables.

"Awesome!"

The other pirates in the tavern raised their mugs and bottles, cheering.

In the center of the tavern, which had been cleared out specifically for this, Katakuri spun the trident in his hand with a smug look, eyeing the few pirates with stiff expressions before him. "Who's next?"

The pirates exchanged glances, then gritted their teeth with resolve and lunged at Katakuri together. "Don't get cocky! Kid!"

"Hahaha! You're the one who's cocky!"

Katakuri, only ten years old this year, fearlessly laughed and swung his trident to meet them.

Despite being only ten, Katakuri was already taller than most adults and far surpassed them in strength.

After all, he was the son Charlotte Linlin, the "King of Destruction," was most proud of – the pinnacle of the Charlotte family!

With a single swing of his trident, he swept three pirates away with overwhelming force.

He then turned his body into white mochi, casually letting the pirates' weapons pass through him. It could be said that even now, he possessed a hint of the future sight that would later characterize his Observation Haki.

Although the special Paramecia Mochi-Mochi Fruit allowed for elemental transformation, it wasn't a true Logia. If Katakuri didn't actively turn into mochi, he could still be hit.

"Mochi Bullet Stab!"

His right arm also turned into white mochi and began to spin, engulfing the trident in his hand.

Then, the trident spun wildly and thrust forward.

Blood splattered in an instant. The remaining pirates were all sent flying by this single attack. Worse off than the pirates before them, they all sustained massive wounds, with one unlucky soul being cut directly in half.

"Hunt complete!"

Katakuri brushed his left thumb across his nose and stomped his trident heavily on the ground, announcing loudly.

The pirates in the tavern cheered, "As expected of Katakuri! Amazing!"

Roa slumped lazily on a table, watching Katakuri's display of power with half-closed eyes. He joined the chorus of praise, "He's really cool, my good brother! I declare you the strongest ten-year-old on Beehive Island!"

For young boys, Beehive Island, teeming with pirates, offered little in the way of entertainment.

What kind of entertainment did pirates even have?

Nothing more than eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling – all highly unsuitable for children.

So, bored children had to rack their brains to find their own fun. What Katakuri called "playing" was randomly selecting pirates on the island and engaging in a thrilling Pirate Hunt.

A super-realistic game of make-believe, perfectly suited for the constitution of Beehive Island's babies.

Roa inhaled, drawing in the black energy released by the pirates.

He considered himself a pacifist and had no interest in things like killing or hunting, but who could refuse free afternoon tea?

The victorious Katakuri strode over excitedly, pulled out a chair, and sat down. "That was exhilarating! Roa, aren't you joining? You haven't participated in any hunts since officially joining the Rocks Pirates."

"I'll pass,"

Roa's head remained on the table as he drawled, "I'm a pacifist."

After becoming a cadre of the Rocks Pirates, he no longer needed to hunt pirates for black energy.

He had the coliseum.

"Pacifist?"

Katakuri's lips curled downwards, almost tearing the stitches on his face. "What are you talking about, you guy who loves torturing pirates the most? I've been to your coliseum before."

Roa casually replied, "By clearing out all the troublesome pirates, isn't that peace?"

"What a pacifist!"

Katakuri grumbled, "And aren't you a pirate yourself?"

"I'm a temporary worker, not a permanent employee. I only enjoy the rights, not the responsibilities."

"What kind of temporary worker is that?"

Katakuri, with his cheerful personality, continued to grumble as he pulled a plate of donuts from his bag. He opened his mouth wide and swallowed one whole, asking Roa with a muffled voice, "Want some?"

Roa waved his hand.

Compared to black energy, human food was simply unpalatable.

After all, each time he consumed black energy, it was essentially a weak evolution for Roa. This sublimation from soul to body was something mere taste could not compare to.

At this moment, the pirates who had miraculously survived but were severely injured by Katakuri struggled to their feet. They fearfully skirted around the table, supporting each other shakily as they stumbled out of the tavern.

Roa watched their retreating backs and mused, "Aren't you afraid of them retaliating, Katakuri?"

Speaking of which, Brulee was still safe.

"Them? If they have the guts, let them come."

Katakuri indifferently wiped the cream from the corner of his mouth, then tossed another donut into his massive maw. The way he ate was truly unsightly, looking quite terrifying. No wonder he couldn't make friends.

He glanced at Roa. "And aren't you the one who's even worse?"

"It's different, I'm kind-hearted," Roa said leisurely.

Because Old Man Roa couldn't stand partings and goodbyes, the pirates sent to the gladiatorial arena were all sent off in one go, never alone. How could there be talk of revenge?

As he spoke, Roa also appraised Katakuri with amusement. "Besides, I'm invincible."

"Invincible?"

Katakuri was somewhat confused.

Just then.

Bang!

The tavern door was pushed open, and a young man rushed in.

A long tongue hung out of his mouth, his face full of urgency.

"Brother Perospero?"

Katakuri was a bit surprised. "Why are you here?"

The eldest son of the Charlotte Family, Charlotte Perospero, said anxiously, "Katakuri, Brulee is in trouble!"

"Huh?"

Katakuri looked bewildered, the donut in his hand suddenly dropping to the floor.

Roa blinked, lifting his head from the table.

He looked at Katakuri, who was already emitting black energy. What a coincidence.

Brother, you smell so good!

That's why I say, good brother, unlike the invincible me, you have too many attachments.

Later.

The Charlotte Family's villa.

"Brother Katakuri, I'm fine..."

The little girl lay on the hospital bed, a diagonal wound running across her entire face. Even with emergency treatment, blood continued to flow.

This must hurt, especially for a five-year-old girl, but she managed a difficult smile to comfort her brother. "It doesn't hurt at all, don't worry."

"Brulee!!"

Katakuri looked at his beloved sister's pale face and quickly turned to his brothers. "What happened? Why did she end up like this?"

"It was the thugs you beat up before," Daifuku, one of Katakuri's triplet brothers, said in a low voice. "They couldn't beat you, so they went after Brulee. They said someone as ugly as you shouldn't have such a cute sister..."

Another brother, Oven, with fiery hair, looked at Brulee with heartache. "The doctor said it will leave a permanent scar."

Katakuri's body trembled, and cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.

Was it because of me?

Those thugs mocked my appearance, so I beat them, and as a result, Brulee got hurt?

Was it all because I did whatever I pleased?

"Don't worry, Brother Katakuri," little girl Brulee weakly grasped Katakuri's hand, enduring the pain with a gentle expression. "Don't mind it, you just need to be yourself."

Katakuri's body shook violently. He suddenly gritted his teeth and clasped his sister's hand. "Brulee, wait a moment! Brother will get revenge for you right now!"

Saying that, he grabbed his trident and turned to leave, but then paused. He flicked his right hand, his arm stretching like mochi, and took a scarf from a nearby coat rack, casually tying it around his neck to cover the lower half of his face.

"Hey! Katakuri!"

Perospero was greatly shocked. Katakuri had never cared what others thought of him!

"Brother Perospero, where are they?" Katakuri asked without looking back.

"The port..." Perospero responded subconsciously.

"I will make them feel complete fear!!" Katakuri said, then sprinted out the door.

He left the Charlotte brothers looking at each other in dismay.

"I'll go take a look," Roa, who had been watching silently, spoke up.

If my good brother is in trouble, of course, I, the Bao Zheng of Beehive Island, must lend a hand. It has absolutely nothing to do with black energy.