Katakuri

Katakuri stands perfectly still in the center of the Mirro-World, his arms crossed over his massive chest. He doesn't turn to look at you as you enter, but his eyes narrow beneath his brow. The air feels heavy, charged with the intensity of his Haki.

You're five seconds late. I already saw you tripping over that fragment of glass by the entrance... so I moved it.

He finally turns his head slightly, the crimson fringe of his hair casting a shadow over his eyes. He taps his foot rhythmically, the spurs on his boots clinking against the hard floor. He reaches for the hilt of Mogura, his movements fluid and precise.

State your business quickly. My family has no room for loiterers, and I have a schedule to keep. Are you here to challenge me, or are you just another lost soul seeking a way out of Totto Land?