Onepiece: I'm Gojo Satoru

"What?" Katakuri's expression hardened as Ember's words sunk in. The only way to break Satoru's defense was through Conqueror's Haki infusion—something beyond Katakuri's capability. It was a concept that defied even his advanced understanding of battle.

"You don't have Conqueror's Haki, do you?" Ember asked, his tone condescending.

Katakuri scowled but didn't deny it. He might possess mastery over Observation and Armament Haki, but Conqueror's Haki had always eluded him.

"If I had Conqueror's Haki," Katakuri retorted, "you would've been my defeated subordinate long ago."

Ember ignored the jab and smirked. "Then you'd best give up. If this admiral decides to intervene against our leaders, you won't be able to stop him."

Satoru, standing calmly, let out a laugh. "Wise words, but unnecessary. I've no intention of involving myself unless it becomes unavoidable. You're lucky, really—I'm just here to watch the show."

The pirates on both sides began to gather, drawn by the growing tension on Ember's ship. From the Big Mom Pirates, Perospero arrived, his cane tapping against the deck. Not far behind, the hulking figures of Quinn and Jack from the Beast Pirates loomed.

"Katakuri, what's happening here?" Perospero asked quietly, his gaze flickering toward Satoru.

"Possibly trouble," Katakuri answered grimly. "The admiral might target Big Mom if things go south."

"What?!" Perospero's voice rose in alarm. The revelation sent a ripple of unease through the Big Mom Pirates, whose collective glares now fixed on Satoru.

Sensing the hostility, Quinn and Jack approached Ember. "Brother Ember, is it true? Even if we work together with the Big Mom Pirates, we can't take down this admiral?" Jack asked, his tone both incredulous and confused.

Ember nodded solemnly. "It's true. Without Conqueror's Haki infusion, there's no breaking through his defense."

The gathered pirates—both Beast and Big Mom alike—were stunned. Their ranks boasted some of the strongest fighters in the New World, yet none of them could even touch the admiral.

Perospero frowned, his disbelief evident. "Katakuri, is this really possible? Even with our combined strength, we can't take him down?"

Katakuri remained calm but firm. "It's not about strength—it's his ability. A unique energy surrounds him like a barrier. To breach it, one must use Conqueror's Haki infusion. Without it, nothing we do will even scratch him."

The explanation caused murmurs among the pirates, disbelief etched into their faces.

"How is that even possible?" Perospero muttered.

Satoru, unfazed by the growing hostility, turned his attention back to the ongoing battle between Kaido and Big Mom. Their clash had escalated, shaking the entire island with thunderous strikes and shockwaves.

"I suggest you stop wasting your time glaring at me," Satoru said without looking back. "You'd be better off hunting down that CP0 agent instead. I'm sure they're planning something far more dangerous than I am."

Katakuri and Ember exchanged glances, both arriving at the same conclusion. The CP0 agent's sudden appearance wasn't a coincidence—they were likely scheming to exploit the aftermath of the Yonko battle.

"Spread out!" Ember ordered. "Find that CP0 agent immediately!"

Katakuri nodded in agreement. "The last thing we need is a sneak attack when Kaido and Big Mom are vulnerable."

Reluctantly, the assembled pirates obeyed, dispersing to search for the elusive agent. Despite their reluctance to leave Satoru unattended, they understood that the CP0 agent posed a more immediate threat.

As the ship grew quieter, Satoru let out a sigh of relief. "Finally, some peace."

He turned his gaze back to the battlefield, where Kaido and Big Mom continued their ferocious duel. Lightning tore through the sky, and waves crashed violently against the shore. Each strike of their weapons sent shockwaves rippling through the air, a testament to their monstrous strength.

"This is a spectacle worth watching," Satoru mused, his Six Eyes analyzing every detail of their battle.

Despite the chaos, Satoru remained perfectly calm, his mind sharp and focused. He wasn't here to fight—not yet. For now, he was content to observe, letting the tides of fate carry him toward his next move.