"Is this the power after releasing the self-restriction of the body?
It's strong, but unfortunately, if not for the healing seal, that punch wouldn't have hurt Katakuri, and I would have been heavily injured before even landing the punch." Rosinante looked at his fist as he spoke.
When Rosinante threw that punch earlier, every muscle in his arm had snapped. If it weren't for the healing seal to mute the injuries, that punch would have resulted in severe damage to his arm before it even landed. Moreover, beyond his arm, both his legs had sustained significant damage as well, as he had to push himself to such high speed.
As he spoke, Rosinante quickly disappeared from his original position, and his figure silently reappeared next to Katakuri, kicking toward him.
[My Kenbunshoku Haki can't sense him?] Katakuri's face was filled with shock.
"Bang!" Katakuri was kicked away, slamming into another mountain wall.
No breath, no sound. Rosinante had completely shielded his presence, and even someone as skilled as Katakuri couldn't detect his figure or aura.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Katakuri slowly stood up, his expression grave as he stared at Rosinante.
Since mastering his Kenbunshoku Haki, Katakuri had never encountered a situation where he couldn't sense the enemy's figure. Kenbunshoku was his pride; even Big Mom couldn't compare to him in this regard. But now, to not even detect the opponent's figure? How could he accept that?
[His speed is fast, but not to the point where I can't perceive him. This means his ability is hiding his information, which is why I can't sense him.] Katakuri's expression became focused as he stared at Rosinante.
[As long as a person is alive, they emit some form of sound: the heartbeat, the friction of bones, muscle breathing, the sound of air vibration, or even the movement of neural impulses. But Rosinante has muted all of those sounds. Even the friction, the resistance, the sound of air moving as he moves, are all silenced. Or rather, it's as if there's no friction or resistance at all. Since Rosinante can mute these things with his Devil Fruit, it's natural that those sounds are muted too. By silencing everything, he enters a state of 'nothingness.' In this state, unless Kenbunshoku can surpass the effects of his Devil Fruit, there's no way to perceive him. In such a case, there's only one way to deal with this.] A flash of light passed through Katakuri's eyes.
"Bang!" Just as Katakuri's thoughts shifted, Rosinante appeared in front of him and landed a punch to his abdomen, making Katakuri bend over, spitting out bitter water. Then Rosinante pressed his hands together, interlocking his fingers and hammering down on the bent Katakuri's head.
"Boom!" A huge sound rang out as Katakuri's body was slammed into the ground, causing the earth to crack in every direction.
Rosinante didn't stop there. He grabbed Katakuri and punched him in the head again.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Rosinante continuously punched, sending Katakuri flying in every direction like a ragdoll. Katakuri, unable to sense Rosinante's presence, couldn't avoid the punches. He could only coat his body with Armament Haki and endure.
"What... How is this possible?"
It was then that Perospero, who had regained consciousness, struggled to stand and walk out of the house made of mochi that Katakuri had built for him. What he saw when he stepped out left him in disbelief.
Although Big Mom had appointed his younger brother, Katakuri, as one of the Sweet Commanders instead of him, Perospero had never felt resentful. He always believed Katakuri to be a perfect genius, someone with an immense talent for both Devil Fruit development and Kenbunshoku Haki, so much so that even Big Mom had praised him for it.
But now, his younger brother, this incredibly powerful figure, was being utterly dominated without the ability to fight back. It was something Perospero couldn't fathom.
"With Katakuri's Kenbunshoku, he shouldn't be this helpless even facing Mom. Could the other party be stronger than Mom?" Perospero thought.
"No, that's impossible. If they were stronger than Mom, Katakuri would have been defeated already. The fact that Katakuri hasn't been defeated yet means the opponent's strength isn't as great as I thought, but why is Katakuri so helpless? Why can't he even fight back?" Perospero questioned.
"Boom!" Katakuri was sent flying once again by Rosinante's punch. It had to be said that the strength of the Charlotte family was terrifying. Despite Rosinante's immense strength, Katakuri was still able to endure all the attacks.
"Come on, think! Think about that feeling!" Katakuri muttered to himself in a low voice.
Katakuri had been gifted with Kenbunshoku since childhood, and what made it even more terrifying was his relentless effort to improve. His talent combined with hard work turned him into a monster, honing his Kenbunshoku to an incredible level. Even Big Mom, a notorious pirate, couldn't compare to him in this aspect.
Originally, Katakuri thought he had reached the peak of his Kenbunshoku, that there was nowhere else to go. But one day, he suddenly saw a vision. At first, he thought it was just an illusion, but when the vision came true in reality, he realized he could actually see glimpses of the future.
After that, such visions came and went, though Katakuri couldn't control them. No matter how hard he trained his Kenbunshoku, he couldn't master this ability to predict the future.
Now, the only way to deal with Rosinante was to control this future-seeing Kenbunshoku.
Rosinante furrowed his brows, a bad feeling stirring in him.
[After releasing the self-restriction of my body, my strength has increased, but the enhanced power is hard to control. Techniques like the Collapse Fist, which require skill and control, are difficult to execute. Even if I do, it's a double-edged sword: killing 800 enemies but injuring myself 3,000 times. I wonder if the healing seal will hold.] Rosinante thought.
No power is absolute. The healing seal could indeed mute the injuries, but it wasn't without limits. Once the injuries exceeded the healing seal's capacity, it would break, and all the injuries would burst forth within his body, making it impossible for anyone—even a god—to save him.
Because of this, Rosinante refrained from using techniques like the Collapse Fist, which have enormous destructive power, as they require a build-up of energy. Normally, even when building energy, it's within the body's limits and doesn't cause excessive harm. But now, there were no limits, and if he used the Collapse Fist, its power would increase by over eight times, but the harm to his body would also rise thirtyfold.
This is why Rosinante said: killing 800 enemies, but injuring himself 3,000 times.
"But right now, there's no time to worry about that. The healing seal better hold!" Rosinante clenched his fist.
As he clenched his fist, an overwhelming pressure gathered around it. The air around him trembled as if it feared the power of the punch.