“There, can you see?” Brûlée asked, her bony fingers tightening the cloth around Wyleen’s eyes.
She shook her head, “Not a thing.”
“Good.” Katakuri placed Pon in his wife’s arms. “Protect your son, that is your goal.”
Wyleen gave a single nod, “Right.”
“I want you to clear your mind,” Katakuri instructed, “I want you to be able to sense objects coming before they hit you in order to dodge, deflect, or counter the attack. Understand?”
“Yes,” she nodded again.
“I’m not going to tell you when things are coming your way; you can only use your Haki against my attacks.” He squared up to shoot his Mochi using his Mochi-Bullet technique. He would not be using his Armament Haki, as he promised. He aimed for Wyleen’s arm to prepare her before he aimed shots at his son.
Firing the shot, Wyleen
