One Piece: Mandala Swordsman

Chapter 696 I'm no longer your sister

For Katakuri, what happened today was nothing short of hell.

In just one day, he lost so many brothers and sisters.

Even the body was incomplete.

Why is it like this?

Grief lingers in my heart.

Katakuri felt like he was going crazy.

He wanted to drag the instigator to hell.

But there was no outlet for their frustration.

Mom, when you take action!

The plan was orchestrated by the younger sister.

Even the weight of resentment has no reasonable outlet.

Even if one becomes king, what then?

At first, he just wanted to be a good older brother!

Why is this so?

King Cheng would actually lose everything.

So why is he standing here?

Is it all just for revenge?

His proud will crumbled when he faced Galette.

What should he do with her?

"Killing me is the best choice you could make, brother."

Roman seemed to see right through Katakuri's thoughts, and she spoke like this.

She sees no future.

However, they are good at seeing through people's hearts.

She could see Katakuri wavering.

But it shouldn't be like this.

As a soldier, he shouldn't only perform like this!

“I am not you, Garrett.”

Katakuri seemed to be condemning her ruthlessness.

“I know you’re the older brother, but I’m not your sister anymore! So you don’t need to feel so much burden.”

Roman attacked with all his might, the sound of the wind breaking almost piercing his eardrums.

It was an attack that was expected.

These were words that were expected.

But sure enough, listening to it again still makes me feel uncomfortable.

The weapon in Garrett's hand is an aura of domineering power.

It looks truly indestructible.

Katakuri knew she was determined.

The stronger one's inner strength, the stronger one's domineering power.

This is also a manifestation of will.

She really abandoned them.

He resolutely embarked on a path that went against the family's wishes.

Is that why she was able to become so powerful?

From Katakuri's perspective.

He has been attacked by Garrett countless times.

The long sword in her hand was like a divine weapon, each swing carrying immense power.

He can only use Observation Haki to anticipate opportunities to respond.

Compared to herself, she is indeed a mature queen.

Just like Mom.

That's really true...

Is it only through sacrifice that one can become strong?

Do we have to be like them to truly grow?

Abandon emotions.

Let go of the past.

Does it have to be this way?

This shouldn't have happened.

"Galette, you're wrong! I'm still your brother, and you're still your sister!"

"The end of a relationship only requires one person's consent. Katakuri, you still don't understand!"

Roman remained resolute.

Katakuri's persistent feelings had long since vanished.

But saying more is useless.

Human will is inherently uncoordinated.

Katakuri is Katakuri.

He has always been like this.

They took all the responsibility upon themselves.

He stubbornly connects with emotions.

He wanted to go back to the past, back to before the tragedy occurred.

He has always been dedicated to his duties.

But because of his identity, he couldn't even vent his emotions to his heart's content.

The one who kills your loved one is your loved one.

This alone was enough to cause him pain.

So how do we win?

This is utterly hopeless!

Imagine yourself in Katakuri's shoes; it would feel like the world has already ended!

Everything I cherished is gone.

I still have to face myself.

"Alright, Katakuri, I'll help you one last time!"

Suddenly, from Katakuri's perspective, everything began to change.

The bizarre and fantastical illusions reappeared.

This made him think he was hallucinating for a moment.

An overly strong sense of sight can actually make hallucinations more intense.

This time, Katakuri saw it.

Standing before me was a demon with a blue face and fangs.

Her hands were stained with the blood of countless brothers and sisters.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

An angry roar came from Katakuri's throat.

This is the emotion he has been deeply suppressing.

The hallucination had clouded his perception.

He would think that this moment is real.

Therefore, brother, if there is still falsehood in the present, how can we fully believe in the future?