Konoha's Mission Master

"Father, wait for the two of you on the deck."

Thump thump thump… The three of them strode forward.

On the deck of the Moby Dick, it was more like a huge plaza than a deck, with hundreds of pirates sitting or standing.

Each of them was no less powerful than Frye, the fierce dog Yakumo had once seen. Anyone with a bounty of less than 50 million was simply not qualified to board Whitebeard's flagship.

These people glared at Yakumo and Rayleigh with arrogant eyes, showing no respect whatsoever. Seeing this, Rayleigh snorted coldly, somewhat displeased.

An invisible aura of dominance spread, transforming into a powerful mental shock, as if the entire world had darkened at that moment.

Hundreds of pirates turned pale and instinctively took a half-step back. Some of them were so weak that they fainted. Ironically, the servants who were responsible for serving wine and meat looked perfectly normal.

Clearly, Rayleigh's mastery of Conqueror's Haki has reached an unparalleled level.

At that moment, they recognized Rayleigh's strength and earned his respect.

"Goo la la la la!"

A unique burst of laughter rang out, and the two forces converged in mid-air, only to withdraw at the same moment.

On both sides of the deck passageway were sixteen wooden chairs of different sizes with armrests, which were the seats for the sixteen squad captains. Yakumo saw many familiar faces in those seats: Third Squad Captain Diamond Jozu, Fifth Squad Captain Flower Sword Vista, and Sixteenth Squad Captain Izou.

At the end of the passage stood a huge chair, and sitting in that chair was none other than the legendary pirate, the strongest man on land, sea, and air—Edward Newgate.

Rayleigh led Yakumo toward Whitebeard.

At this moment, he finally saw the legendary strongest man clearly. He had an exaggeratedly muscular upper body with clearly defined muscles on his chest. He wore a white coat with a red lining and pale yellow tassels on his shoulders. His signature feature was a crescent-shaped white beard.

Several electrodes were inserted into his chest to monitor his heartbeat, his thick arms were covered with white transparent tape for intravenous infusion, and his nostrils were connected to a ventilator.

Based on the simple yet sophisticated life support devices around Whitebeard, Yakumo determined that Whitebeard's respiratory system (lungs), blood supply system (heart), and digestive system (stomach and intestines) all suffered extremely severe damage.

The most important factor is the failure of internal organs due to aging. Time is an invincible enemy. There are also hidden injuries left from battles in youth that can be fatal. In short, it's a mess.

"Gulalalalala, old friend...long time no see."

Whitebeard burst into loud laughter. It was natural to greet old friends upon meeting, while temporarily ignoring Yakumo standing beside him.

"How about... a friendly spar?"

Rayleigh replied with a smile.

At that moment, the usually lazy Marco subconsciously tensed up. No one present knew the true state of Whitebeard's body; it was on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

If these two fight to their hearts' content, Old Man Whitebeard might very well die on the spot.

"Gurararara... I heard you're confident you can help me get back to my peak condition?"

Whitebeard seemed not to hear Rayleigh's invitation. He knew his own situation and was aware of his physical condition. He only had the strength to fight one more time. His rampage at Marineford a few days later to save Ace was his farewell gift to himself.

"I am confident."

Yakumo nodded and said that with his master-level palm immortal technique, he could already perform simple manipulations on the cells in the human body. In other words, apart from the more fundamental genetic issues, there was no disease in the world that could stump him. Although he could not grant immortality, extending life by ten or eight years was still no problem for him.

"Gurarararar... You make a request!"

The white-bearded man laughed heartily.

What made him happy was that through his Observation Haki, he discovered that Yakumo wasn't lying, meaning that this young brat really did possess the means to heal him.

"A quiet room, just you and me."

Before Yakumo could finish speaking, the hundreds of people around him instantly became wary, and some of the more volatile ones even raised their weapons. They were now very suspicious of the real reason why Yakumo boarded the ship. Could he actually be a top assassin secretly trained by the World Government?

To what extent can you treat it?

"Well, it's hard to say, but I'm confident I can restore you to the state you were in ten years ago."

Whitebeard looked at Yakumo's youthful face and listened to his sincere words, but he still felt something was off, after all, he looked too young...

Silence... The hundreds of pirates around him grew increasingly hostile. The massive weapons clashed against the deck with a dull thud, as if they were just waiting for Whitebeard's order to swarm and finish off Yakumo.

Whitebeard looked at Rayleigh as if asking a question.

"Where did you find this person...? Is he reliable?"

Rayleigh shook his head almost imperceptibly, then took out a silver wine flask and took a sip.

That is roughly what I mean.

"I don't know either, you decide for yourself?"

"it is good."

He decided to take a gamble.

"You have to believe me... I'm really not a quack."

Yakumo said sincerely that while improving his Palm Healing Technique, he had accumulated thousands of years of memories of healing and saving lives in his mind. At this moment, he could be called... a saint among doctors.

"Gurala la la la... I believe in you."

The white-bearded man lifted the wine barrel, which was half his height, and took a big gulp. The so-called "gut-drinking" means drinking wine like a bull drinking water.

In this world, most pirates have this bad habit: they love to drink alcohol. No matter how monstrous their bodies are, they cannot withstand such endless indulgence.

Whitebeard raised his hand to signal, and the pirates sheathed their weapons, slightly easing the tense atmosphere around them.

Ten minutes later, in the medical room of the Moby Dick.

Whitebeard lay shirtless on the hospital bed. Yakumo stepped forward, blue orbs of light emanating from his hands, and began a meticulous examination. Not far away stood Marco, somewhat wary.

This is the result of negotiations. During the treatment, Whitebeard is likely to fall into a coma and be completely defenseless. The Whitebeard Pirates will not allow Whitebeard's life to be entrusted to a mysterious person with no background.

"As expected, lung failure, heart inactive, and even a knife mark on the surface of the heart; residual blood clots and bone fragments near the spine compressing nerves and blood vessels; small iron fragments inside the muscles; and varying degrees of damage to the surface of the internal organs, like an extremely strong shockwave... This is a fruit aftereffect, as well as varying degrees of organ failure; and there are even several pieces of shrapnel inside the transverse cut in the muscle, tsk... What a classic medical textbook... It's practically a mini encyclopedia of death."

Yakumo said sarcastically.

"Hey, you've got some skills."

Whitebeard spoke up, saying that Yakumo's examination over the past few minutes was exactly the same as the diagnosis made by his ship's doctor using sophisticated instruments.

Of course, the cause of the disease is easy to find, but the disease is difficult to treat.

"Hold on…"

Yakumo sat cross-legged on the ground and began to absorb the surrounding natural energy. Sage Mode can increase the power of ninjutsu, including the healing palm technique.

Marco's eyes became wary as he quietly watched Yakumo begin his charade.

"Marco... what is he doing?"

"It seems like he's concentrating and calming himself?"

Three minutes later, a blood-red sage mark appeared on Yakumo's forehead. He created a shadow clone to activate the withered organs using the Palm Sage Technique, while his main body used the Fine Disease Extraction Technique to clear foreign objects from his body.

Marco stared at the suddenly appearing shadow clone, calmly activating his Devil Fruit power, with faint blue sparks flickering at the corners of his eyes.

"Don't worry, I really am... a doctor."

Yakumo spoke up to comfort him.

At the same time, Yakumo began to speed up the treatment of Whitebeard. His originally calm and composed face gradually became distorted as the treatment process progressed. Yakumo estimated that the treatment of Whitebeard would require at least three full courses of treatment.

The first treatment, which restarted the lungs that had been dormant for so long, took Yakumo most of the day. He never dreamed that someone could have more than a dozen pieces of metal in their lungs and still be alive... He truly is a monster...

That afternoon, Whitebeard was wheeled out of the medical room. Although he was pale and looked as if he had gone through a ordeal, everyone could tell that Whitebeard's condition had recovered somewhat. At least he no longer needed a ventilator.

"Gurara... I now truly believe you're a world-class doctor..."

Whitebeard raised his barrel and drank with Rayleigh, though Rayleigh's drinking style was much more refined, as he simply carried his ever-present silver jug.

Perhaps the essence of humanity is... folly. They know that excessive drinking is harmful to the body, yet they choose to indulge in drinking for fleeting pleasure, completely disregarding their already depleted bodies. Just as humans know that smoking is a form of slow suicide, yet they still indulge in it with great pleasure.

As a doctor, Yakumo couldn't help but feel a little unhappy watching the patient he was about to operate on drinking heavily, but he couldn't persuade him otherwise because he was no match for the white-bearded old man.

Whitebeard possesses at least 60 points in physique and strength, truly deserving of being the strongest man on the sea, and this number is rapidly increasing as Whitebeard's physical condition recovers.

Because they had genuinely witnessed the effectiveness of the treatment, the surrounding pirates became much more amiable towards Yakumo, as if he had suddenly transformed from an enemy spy into a trustworthy ally.

If the game system included a relationship system, Yakumo was certain that the Whitebeard Pirates' favorability towards him was rising at an extremely rapid pace. As pirates who lived on the edge, which one wouldn't like a doctor with superb medical skills?

During this time, Rayleigh obtained a long sword, which is among the Great Swords, from the treasure room of the Moby Dick. It is named Cloud Snow and is about 80 centimeters long.

Yakumo observed that the sharpness of the sword was slightly inferior to that of his Fuma; in other words, the sharpness of Fuma was roughly between... the Supreme Grade Sword and the Great Grade Sword.

That night, the Whitebeard Pirates threw another wild party on the deck. This time, Whitebeard was a little more restrained in his drinking, since he had surgery to perform after the party.

Whitebeard stood under the ship's railing, breathing in the fresh sea breeze. This time, he didn't feel the sharp pain of being cut by a blunt knife in his chest. He couldn't help but throw his head back and let out a deafening laugh.

"Goo la la la la!"

That's what it means to be alive. If it weren't for the fear that the Whitebeard Pirates would lose their pillar after his death, Whitebeard would never have wanted to live on life support equipment.

Not far away, Rayleigh smiled happily as he found three bottles of legendary wines in Whitebeard's wine cellar: Snow Dancer, Saint's Song, and Rose Gold.

This was Whitebeard's way of thanking Rayleigh. He didn't care whose blood flowed in Ace's veins; as long as Ace called him "Dad," then Ace was his own son.

Inside the medical room, the white-bearded man lay on the bed.

In the corner, Marco's eyes were bright, and he didn't smell of alcohol on him. Tonight, everyone could let loose and choose to trust this boy, but he couldn't. Before Whitebeard was completely healed, he was the last bulwark protecting the pirate crew, and he was wary of everyone.

"This heart treatment may be accompanied by some pain, so please bear with it, old man with the white beard..."

On the hospital bed, the white-bearded man's eye twitched noticeably as he finally recalled the fear of being dominated by that blue ball of light.

"Um...don't you have any anesthetic?"

"I really don't have this..."

Yakumo shook his head.

"But I do, Marco... Don't worry, I'll take a nap first~"

Whitebeard swiftly took out an anesthetic needle, inserted two tubes into his veins, and soon fell unconscious on the bed.

"Actually, if you're afraid of pain, sir, I can temporarily cut off the pain nerves..."

The white-bearded man on the hospital bed was no longer in a good mood.

"Why didn't you say so earlier!"

The next second, intense green light pressed against the white-bearded man's muscular chest, and abundant vitality washed over his weary heart like a torrential rain.

Finally, the damaged heart regained its vitality, like rain after a long drought. It frantically produced blood and began to beat strongly, pumping the thick new blood to every part of the body. The body was beginning to recover.

Half an hour later, the knife wound on Whitebeard's heart began to heal. It was a fatal wound left from many years of fighting. It was as if a miracle had come to the world. Whitebeard let out a comfortable groan and slowly fell asleep... snoring loudly.