Katakuri touches his cheek and sees a bit of blood on his glove. He frowns.
"Pant. Pant. How? I am winning here. So how are you getting better? Pant. Pant."
"Kekeke. Now who's frustrated?"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLTa04YVqkkKatakuri is at a loss. He does not understand what is happening right now. No matter what he does it still feels like that with all the damage he's inflicting the gap is still narrowing between you. It doesn't help that he's starting to feel fatigued. All this fighting at such intensity is taking a toll on his stamina. He can feel his lungs desperately trying to draw in more air and he feels his heart pounding in his throat. Suddenly he stops grasping his chest and looks at you with a mixture of bewilderment and disbelief.
"That... was your plan all along! A bat... of course."
"KEKEKE!"
"The sound of my breathing, my heartbeat... That's what you're listening for! Isn't it?"
"Don't forget the smell. Sweet and salty from mochi and sweat!"
You crack your knuckles.
"Keep your stupid future. It doesn't matter anyway."
"What?"
"If you can see it and act on it, that means you can change it. So it doesn't matter what you see. The future is fake and stupid. The past is gone and stupid. The only thing that matters is the present. You may beat me in the future. But we're not in the future! We're in the now! And now I'm gonna kick your ass until all you can see in the future is you on the ground!"
You take a deep breath and focus intently.
"Silver Style: RED VOICE!"
Your vision changes. No longer do you see Katakuri but what he is made of. Pumping blood, contracting muscle, popping joints and pores reeking of sweat. Let him react to what you're going to do. You'll just react to what he's doing now. And now he is attacking you. He charges and you lean back at the last possible moment before kicking him in the chin. Naturally he disperses but mochi or flesh, you can still hear his heartbeat, see his movement clearer than ever before. You let out a shockwave with the Silver Style that's too big and too fast for him to dodge. A clean hit. He staggers back from the shock. He's clearly not used to pain.
"KEKEKE!"
You laugh as he decks you in the face and sends you flying.
"One lucky shot is not enough to beat me."
Naturally you once again get back up and wipe your nose clean.
"Yeah. Which is why I asked the girls to leave. So what will it be now? Will you stop me and give me a free hit? Or let me do my thing?"
He stands there nursing his wound. Now is your chance. You start by transforming into your hybrid state first. Then you clad your whole body from head to toe in armament.
"Betcha you thought I can't do this! I can. I just don't have a lot of armament."
"It matters not... Your armament is inferior to mine."
"Oh yeah? Well how about this?"
Your onyx body slowly starts taking up an orange hue.
"Melchahim..."
