One piece One shots/ships

Defeat Katalu Part 1

This is going to be a long oneshot i found it on google enjoy

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Katakuri kicked out hard with his right leg, Luffy dodging with less than an inch to spare. His foot slammed through the pillar Luffy had been in front of, and he cracked the thing in half just to keep his anger from boiling over and compromising his focus.

His sister was young and foolish, and her reaction to seeing his true face had cut, but he'd deal with whatever hell she raised later. He'd long discarded such things as caring about his tarnished image in favor of putting everything he had into this fight.

And with that willingness to throw away the heavy weight he'd carried for nearly his entire life came the realization that Luffy was not going to break.

The rookie would fight him for another hour, another day, for the rest of his life if he needed to. No matter how many wounds he sustained, limbs he lost, or times he was knocked down, Luffy would get back up. The entire fight, Katakuri had thought he'd been chipping away at Luffy's resolve, but now he could see just how wrong he was.

There wasn't a limit to surpass. There wasn't a threshold to reach. The rookie would fight until he died.

Luffy was not a winnable prize.

But he wasn't ready to let him go.

In the past few hours, this fight had practically become his world. The blood against his skin was warm, the fire in Luffy's eyes was searing, and the world beyond the mirrors was so, so cold.

He knew his actions here would have consequences, larger than any he'd faced before. Big Mom would never forgive him for letting the rookie get away. There'd be demotions, insults, prices paid in pounds of bruised flesh. His brother had nearly lost an eye for a failure much lesser than this; Katakuri knew he stood to lose quite a bit more.

But in the same vein, he'd never forgive himself for killing him. The rookie was one-of-a-kind, achieving the same ironclad purpose and indomitable will he'd worked decades for and wielding both almost effortlessly. His staunch loyalty to his crew was a rare sight amongst the constant betrayals Katakuri was used to seeing, and though his strength wasn't overpowering, his sheer endurance was an indicator of a fighter like no other. In a matter of hours, Luffy had earned more of his respect than his mother had in fifty years.

Dodging another flurry of blows, a haki-covered gatling gun that decimated the wall behind him, Katakuri realized that once again they were trapped in a stalemate of wills. In this one, however, the stakes were far higher.

Luffy couldn't beat him, not in the state he was now. Katakuri still had hours left in him while the rookie was clearly drained, though the wounds in their sides had slowed them both considerably.

It didn't take long for him to realize that he was going to have to let Strawhat leave him.

"Gear...fourth!"

Katakuri was standing.

Blood dripped from him in heavy streams, pooling in the cracks in the floor. His side ached from where he'd wounded himself, a constant throbbing reminder of the agony Luffy had to be in. His left foot was numb from the knee down, the price paid for countering one of Luffy's piston punches, and he knew that the damage was likely severe.

But he was standing, and Luffy wasn't.

The rookie's body lay lax on the ground a few meters away, motionless and limp against the cold stones. The only indicator that he was still alive was the harsh, irregular breathing that echoed in the wide room.