This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

……

Late at night, under the city wall.

"Is this your devil fruit ability?"

"Yes, Major General Alder! After my exploration and thinking, I can now create a box out of thin air. There is a certain size of space in the box, and no matter whether it is a living thing or a dead thing, it can be filled in."

The man in the major general's cloak was silent for a while when he heard this, and suddenly asked:

"If it's a strong man like Katakuri, can he fit in?"

Kebi was startled when he heard the words, and then seemed to realize something, his face turned pale.

Meeting Alder's firm and decisive eyes, he said in a trembling voice:

"If you do your best, you'll be fine."

Hearing Keby's answer, Alder's mouth curled into a smile under the night.

"In that case...then wait for my order."

That smile.

Kirby had seen it.

It was the quiet and dangerous hunter's unruly and crazy smile when he stared at prey far stronger than himself.

----

in the darkness,

A strong sense of weightlessness enveloped Katakuri, making him dizzy.

He seemed to feel that he was falling crazily.

until a certain moment-

boom!

In a deep, vast space,

Two figures fell to the ground from a high altitude, smashing out two huge deep pits.

dust rises,

Katakuri stood up from the pit, tightly grasping the bloody trident in his hand, and looked around vigilantly.

At the same time, the perception of knowledge and domineering also spread out.

What caught the eye was a space with no end in sight.

The majestic walls are bluish-gray, as if they were a majestic city wall made of bricks and stones.

But in the perception of domineering and knowledgeable, in this strange space, except for himself and the rear admiral who struggled to stand up from the deep pit not far away, there is no breath of any living things.

"I see……"

"A different space ability similar to Bree's mirror space?"

Katakuri instantly understood the environment he was in.

He squinted his eyes, staring at the bloody figure slowly walking out of the deep pit with deep meaning in his eyes.

There was a bloody penetrating wound on Alder's abdomen, from which unstoppable blood gushed out, staining his broken military uniform red.

Every time he took a step, his feet left a bright red footprint on the ground, which looked shocking.

"Is this your decision? The Gale Sword of the Navy..."

"You should be clear that even if you trap me here, you can't change the outcome of this war."

Katakuri said coldly.

His eyes glanced behind Alder.

On the wall behind the Rear Admiral, there is a gate.

Obviously, as long as this door is opened, he can get out of this box space.

"And with your current injury, it is even more impossible to last in my hands for a long time."

Hearing Katakuri's words, Alder's blood-stained face showed a relaxed and relieved smile.

He spoke hoarsely.

"Some things, after all, have to try."

"Even if you know it's a failure, but if you don't try desperately, even if you can survive in the end, you will probably regret it for the rest of your life."

Katakuri shook his head and said:

"Is this your justice?"

Unexpectedly, Alder shook his head.

He looked at Katakuri with a calm gaze, and smiled:

"No, I'm not like that bastard Ron."

"Seeking real justice is not something that people like me do."

"That should be done by Ron, by Mr. Zefa, by Marshal Warring States...by these important people."

"For someone like me, it doesn't matter if I'm doing justice or not."

"—I just need to help him clear the obstacles on the road and let him practice his justice, that's enough."

Katakuri couldn't help squinting his eyes when he heard that.

"Become a knife in his hand..."

he murmured,

"Is this the life you've chosen?"

"With such strength, you are willing to become someone else's knife?"

Confusion flashed across his face.

However, the next sentence Alder said made him freeze in place as if struck by lightning.

"Isn't your life the same? Charlotte Katakuri..."

Alder said lightly.

Katakuri was silent.

He was speechless.

"So it's like this... I understand..."

A second later, Katakuri suddenly laughed.

His smile was shallow and stiff.

But he was laughing.

And the way he looked at Alder gradually changed.

Some kind of emotions called "identification" and "appreciation" are gradually growing.

Yes, he said that Alder was willing to be a knife in the hands of others.

But Katakuri, why isn't he the gun in his mother's hand?

No one knows better than him what kind of person their mother BIG MOM is.

Katakuri has seen the scene of Big Mom on Cake Island because of food cravings many times in his past life.

Perhaps for mother, relatives and blood, to a certain extent, are indeed the tools to rule the world, and the weapons for her to go to the throne of One Piece.

But so what?

He is Katakuri of the Charlotte family after all.

In his body, the blood of BIG·MOM flows forever.

This is an irreversible fact.

"It seems we are the same kind of people."

Katakuri took a deep breath, staring at Alder with burning eyes.

It was a look of sympathy.

"The outcome of the war outside is already doomed."

"In that case... then let us have a good fight."

He glanced at the horrible wound on Alder's body, as well as the scorched skin marks, and frowned.

"Speaking of which, I do owe you a favor."

"If you hadn't cut off Kaido's fever, the BIG MOM Pirates would definitely have suffered heavy losses."

said,

Under Alder's stunned expression,

Katakuri's eyes suddenly turned hard, he held the trident upside down, and inserted it deeply into his abdomen!

puff! !

Blood spurts,

Katakuri's face turned pale, and he staggered back two steps.

He pulled out the trident again and threw it on the ground.

Dark red blood gushed out from the deep bone-deep wound.

Katakuri raised his hands, clenched his fists, and made an offensive gesture. His face was pale but majestic, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Now... it's clear."

"Come on, the man who is willing to be "Ron's Saber", let us... fight a fair fight!!"

Alder stared blankly at Katakuri in front of him, his expression became extremely strange.