Chapter 47

Big Mom's ship landed on the island, and from it emerged a tall figure. The third, and strongest of the Sweet Commanders, Charlotte Katakuri, stepped forward. He carried a bounty of 1,057,000,000 Berries.

"I'm guessing you didn't come here just to say hi," Kong said with a relaxed smile, causing Katakuri's eyes to narrow slightly. He looked over Kong, then Enel, before turning his gaze to the ship where Zed and the others watched calmly from a distance.

"You and Zed attacked my sibling… come willingly. Mother wants to speak with you," Katakuri said calmly, his tone carrying an unspoken threat.

"Enel, this will be your first real fight. Use it to push yourself to the limit and grow," Kong said with a smile. Enel took a deep breath, then gave a firm nod as he stepped forward to face Katakuri.

The other members of Big Mom's crew stepped forward, ready to join the fight, but Kong moved ahead, effortlessly holding them off to give Enel and Katakuri a fair one-on-one. Katakuri had initially planned to fight them both, but that thought vanished the moment he felt Kong's conqueror haki and watched him knock out the rest of the crew without breaking a sweat. In that instant, Katakuri realized Kong might already be on the level of an Emperor.

Meanwhile, to test Katakuri's strength, Enel launched a bolt of lightning his way, but to both his and Kong's shock, the lightning simply passed through Katakuri's body as if he weren't there at all.

'Such high mastery of Observation Haki… it reminds me of Mihawk,' Kong thought as he watched the battle unfold. From what he could tell, Katakuri had eaten the Mochi Mochi no Mi, a Special Paramecia-type Devil Fruit that allowed him to create, control, and transform his body into mochi at will.

Katakuri could manipulate his body much like a Logia user, using it to avoid attacks, just as he had done with Enel's lightning. But even with a high level of Observation Haki, there had to be a limit to how far he could reshape his body to let attacks pass through him.

One would have to sense the attack, predict where it would land, and then transform their body in time to avoid it. The way Katakuri was using his Devil Fruit to evade attacks could only work if he could actually see the future.

"I see what you're doing… you're using your Mantra, Observation Haki, to glimpse the future," Enel said, eyes locked on Katakuri, whose gaze narrowed in response. Enel stepped back, then closed his eyes. This was perfect. He was training his Observation Haki, and as they said, the best way to sharpen it was through real battle.

Katakuri burst forward, his trident thrusting toward Enel, who met the attack with his own weapon. The clash was brief—Enel was quickly overwhelmed. Forced onto the defensive, he pushed his Devil Fruit powers to their limit just to keep up.

Boom

Enel was sent skidding across the ground, but at the last second, his body turned into lightning, narrowly avoiding Katakuri's follow-up strike. The trident slammed into the spot Enel had just occupied, cracking the earth with its impact.

Gritting his teeth, Enel faced the harsh truth—he was completely outclassed. In speed, power, Haki, experience… Katakuri surpassed him in every way.

"You can't win," Katakuri said coldly.

Enel glanced toward Kong, who stood watching him with quiet expectation. Clenching his fists, Enel took a slow breath before stepping forward to face Katakuri once more.

"I'm going to become a god," he said, steadying his voice with determination. He reminded himself of his dream. If he truly aimed to become a god, then he had to stand tall—even in the face of the impossible. So what if Katakuri was stronger? Then he would break his own limits and rise above him.

With a deep breath, Enel closed his eyes, channeling all his focus into his Observation Haki. If he wanted a fair fight, he had no choice—he had to see the future. Without it, defeat was certain.

Hours passed.

Everyone watched as Enel was beaten black and blue, doing everything he could to sharpen his Observation Haki. And to many people's surprise, he was improving fast. The brutal blows he endured began to lessen, his reactions sharper, his defenses tighter. He was starting to dodge and block the truly deadly strikes, proving he was learning with each hit.

Still, Enel was covered in his own blood. His face was swollen, several teeth were missing, and his left hand hung limp, broken and useless.

Boom.

He was sent sliding backward, but flipped mid-air and slammed his legs into the ground to stabilize himself. He moved quickly, preparing to block the next strike—only to avoid it by falling flat on his back. Not by choice. His legs had simply given out.

"You lost," Katakuri said sharply.

Enel didn't respond. He just lay there, staring up at the sky above him. Lost? His head slowly turned toward Kong, who was still watching him—his gaze steady, filled with expectation.

Was this really his limit?

"No! So long as I breathe, I can fight!" Enel roared, refusing to accept defeat. His cry unleashed a powerful wave of Conqueror's Haki—though Enel himself didn't seem to notice.

He forced himself to his feet, ignoring his injuries. And then came another shock: both his fists were now coated in Armament Haki. It was still in its basic form, but in this one battle, Enel had awakened the remaining two forms of Haki.

Enel breathed heavily, his body battered and bruised. But after a moment, he forced himself to clear his mind. To see the future, one needed focus—absolute clarity. And if he wanted any chance of winning this fight, he needed that future sight. Katakuri was simply too fast and too powerful to be overcome by anything less.

'Not bad,' Kong thought with a smirk, watching from a distance. Enel was beginning to catch glimpses of the future. They'd been fighting for 15 hours now, and in that time, Enel hadn't just improved his Observation Haki—he had awakened both Armament Haki and Conqueror's Haki.

Enel's head tilted to the side, narrowly dodging an incoming blow. His eyes shot wide open, a flicker of excitement burning deep within—he had done it. He could see into the future. It was only a fraction, 0.1 seconds ahead, but that was enough. And it would grow.

With Armament Haki coursing through him, Enel launched off the ground, moving faster than ever before. He read the future with each step, slipping past Katakuri's strikes until he was finally forced into a head-on clash—his fist meeting Katakuri's in a thunderous collision.

The impact between their fists was… shockingly even. Katakuri's eyes widened for a brief moment, caught off guard by the force behind Enel's strike. But soon, he realized what had happened—his gaze shifting to Enel's fist, now crackling with contained lightning.

Enel hadn't meant to keep the lightning in. In truth, he had tried to release it outward, but his body was too exhausted to respond. As a result, the lightning remained concentrated in his fist. Combined with his use of Armament Haki, the electricity not only empowered the strike itself but also amplified the strength of his Haki.

The lightning gathered around Enel's fist formed a visible aura—an armor of electricity crackling with power. But the effect was short-lived. His body, already exhausted, couldn't sustain the strain, and he stumbled backward, struggling to stay on his feet. He was ready to launch another attack when both he and Katakuri froze.

Kong had released his Conqueror Haki.

"That's enough," Kong said with a cheerful smile. "Enel, you did perfectly… but it's impossible to win—for now."

Enel's shoulders dropped, disappointment washing over him. He had truly wanted to win.

"Even gods can lose to a mortal. Don't get arrogant, thinking you'll never fall. Losing is fine—as long as you learn from it," Kong said to Enel, who gave a quiet nod before letting his body rest.

"As for you…" Kong turned to Katakuri, a grin spreading across his face. "You can go. I'll pay Big Mom a visit soon—I'm itching for a fight."

Enel wasn't the only one who had grown during the battle; Kong, quietly observing, had made his own improvements.

Katakuri remained silent. Without a word, he turned to leave. If he'd come alone, he might have gone all out… but with his siblings nearby, he couldn't risk it.