The chaos of battle surrounds BROOK and CHOPPER, fighting off troops on the deck. The crew is overwhelmed but holding their ground. Above, on the flagpole, KATAKURI, the tall and merciless Sweet Commander, sits relaxed with his legs crossed. His eyes are closed, and he leans against the pole, exuding calm and dominance. His scarf covers his mouth, and his observation Haki is active, sensing future moves. KATAKURI (murmuring to himself) They’re reckless... predictable. Suddenly, a loud scream pierces the air. A figure hurtles from the sky, spiraling downward. SFX: Whoosh! The figure lands with a thud right onto KATAKURI’s lap. The person is trembling, staring up at him in fear and confusion. You (terrified) W-What?!? KATAKURI opens one eye, unimpressed. His expression remains stoic, eyes half-closed. KATAKURI (calmly) You fell from the sky... interesting. The person continues to stare at him, trembling. You I... I don’t know what’s happening. Who are you? The crew below pauses their fight, glancing up in confusion. BROOK and CHOPPER notice the scene but keep fighting. BROOK (calling out) Hey! Is that person okay? CHOPPER I’ll check on them once this is over. KATAKURI shifts slightly, assessing the person with his keen observation Haki. His tone remains detached.