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This is my first story on this website.

A short story.

One Shot.

Reviews and critiques are welcomed.

It's set during a war similar to Marineford but takes place 40 years ahead of the current story line of One Piece.

Chapter 896 plus

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Out on the plaza,brandishing his famed weapon Mogura(mole), Katakuri stood amongst the chaos of the battle in his battle stance, ready to intercept any damned navy soldier who dare stand in his way. It's been forty years since he lay on his back in defeat at the hands of Strawhat Luffy, the man who became Pirate King not long after. His once pinkish-burgundy hair had now turned a greyish white and his breathing grew hazy. He was now 88 years old and was no longer in his prime. Many of his peers the same age, they would rested in their final years but he still stood strong as though he still were a sweet commander in his mother's army.

"Strawhat", he recalled "will you someday come back to defeat Big Mom," he said breathlessly, still injured from his battle.

"Of course I will be the man...who will be the Pirate King!!!" exclaimed Luffy.

Those words still rang in his ears and mind, distracting him from the ensueing battle that killed many. Katakuri thrusted his trident into a charging marine, spearing him. He probably had a family much like Katakuri and his extensive family that Big Mom made. His flustered mind then thought of his family and where in the world they were now.

"Am I the only one of Big Mom's children who still live?" thought he, "Maybe they all died in battle."

Mama did nothing but put her crew in danger, they put their lives on the line for her much he did when he was starting to make a name for himself and attained the Mochi Mochi no Mi for the first time.

After that, he didn't even have to try because of the extent of his training in the colors of Observation which allowed him to see a bit into the future.

Fresh cannon fire brought Katakuri suddenly back to reality. He was now a captain of his own crew made up of super rookies who idolised his strength and his honorable friendship with the Pirate King, Luffy.

A new generation of Marine admirals and vice/rear admirals came after the old guard retired. Most of them were hot-headed and confident of their strength. He waved his weapon in arc to dispel the cannon smoke which got into his wrinkled eyes, making them water a bit. He hadn't lost just yet. Katakuri made his battle cry through his scarf and proceeded to the admirals with great haste. Mogura made quick work of the marines as it ploughed through the endless fleet of them, Katakuri towering over their mangled bodies. He was infuriated with the way the World Government had treated his friend Luffy, They had him executed 10 years beforehand. Katakuri had no intention of returning to his crew, from his perspective he was a old bull waiting for its turn in the slaughter house.

"To everyone," he thought ,"I'm old fossil who lived in a bygone age."

"What use am I!"

With his thoughts turning to Luffy, the one he truly acknowledged as his equal, he could only see his smiling face and his wide grin that never failed to brighten someone's day. Some marines threw themselves at Katakuri wielding katanas that managed to pierce his abdomen. He coughed up blood but this minor setback did not prevent him from progressing forward. He still made strides with the marines hanging mercilessly from their katanas, that were embedded in Katakuri's obliques. To him they were pathetic rookies whose time had not come to tangle with the big shots like him. The real fight lay ahead.His eyes set on the platform where they sat, staring down with contempt at the old man.

Katakuri gave one final battle cry almost suicidally, eyeing the admirals, as he sprinted into the mouth of hell never to return to his crew mates alive.

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Credits to the artist who made the art that I picked as the cover and @Diavalo who colored it.

Reviews are welcomed. I would like to know how well I did writing my first story.