Konoha's Mission Master

Yakumo, pale-faced, staggered to Marco's side and spoke urgently.

"...Prepare plenty of food for me."

"Okay... I'll go and inform them right away."

Marco walked quickly, his smile becoming increasingly difficult to contain. This was the deepest sleep Whitebeard had had in the last five years, and he hadn't used any anesthetics or analgesics.

That boy... he was a miracle in himself!

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Chapter 163 Dungeon World: Marineford War IV

Inside the medical room.

Yakumo is performing the third treatment on Whitebeard. The main purpose of this treatment is to remove all internal organs except the heart, and to eliminate any remaining foreign objects in his body.

Undeniably, the Tremor-Tremor Fruit is an incredibly powerful Paramecia-type Devil Fruit, even ranking among the top 0 of all Devil Fruits, and its side effects are definitely top 0 as well.

The impact injuries to Whitebeard's other organs were due to the side effects of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit. Of course, this was not a difficult process, since even if the treatment of the remaining organs was slightly rough, it would not be directly fatal... Whitebeard possessed monstrous vitality.

Two hours later, the white-bearded man opened his eyes.

Whitebeard spread his broad arms as if embracing the whole world, then took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the air in the medical room into his lungs.

Refreshed.

He felt as if all the shackles on his body had disappeared, and this exhilarating feeling reminded him of himself twenty years ago.

"How long can I live?"

"If he doesn't get injured again, he should be able to live for about thirty years, given his current vitality."

"Thank you."

Whitebeard rubbed his arm, stood up, and said boldly.

"Let's go spar with Rayleigh..."

When he was covered in hidden injuries and on the verge of death, he chose to change the subject. Now that his injuries were healed and he was full of vitality, he naturally wanted to strike hard.

"What a monster."

He felt a deadly pressure from Whitebeard, a feeling akin to a difference in biological hierarchy... a chasm.

Whitebeard's life was legendary. At his peak, he fought against the Pirate King Roger, fought Kaido with great regenerative abilities at half health, and even when he was low on health, he was still able to severely injure Akainu.

In other words, he fought Roger at his peak, battled Kaido at half health, and crushed Akainu with barely any health left.

"Would you like some treatment for your hidden injuries?"

Yakumo asked Marco, who was in the corner.

"Of course I'd like to..."

Such a good thing, delivered right to one's doorstep, is naturally something to be gladly accepted.

Half an hour later, a refreshed Marco left the medical room, followed by Jozu with a憨厚 (honest and simple) face. For nearly a day, Yakumo had been giving all the division commanders of the Whitebeard Pirates a restorative treatment, which would increase their combat power by at least 10%.

Of course, he also collapsed from exhaustion.

The following afternoon, two days before Ace's execution, Whitebeard and Rayleigh clashed in a fierce battle on a nearby deserted island, which ultimately lost...

The uninhabited island sank directly into the sea.

In the evening, Rayleigh, his face bruised and swollen, gazed at the setting sun.

"Sigh, in the end, we still couldn't beat that monster."

"The old man with the white beard said that you two are evenly matched."

"A loss is a loss. I'm an old man, I can afford to lose. It's not the first time I've lost to him anyway. Perhaps your plan really might succeed."

"Grandpa Rayleigh, shall I treat you too?"

Half an hour later, in the banquet hall of the Moby Dick.

The place was magnificent, filled with ancient artifacts imbued with historical significance. Only Whitebeard, the division commander, Rayleigh, and Yakumo were present.

On the table were various kinds of food, with the most abundant ingredients being various kinds of sea monster meat, as well as craft rum and beer.

This was a grand and solemn banquet to celebrate Whitebeard's rebirth and to express his sincerest gratitude to Yakumo, who at this moment gained the friendship of the entire Whitebeard Pirates.

At this moment, Whitebeard was flushed and drinking heartily from a huge wine cup, with Yakumo and Rayleigh on his left and right.

These two positions originally belonged to Marco and Ace, but to express his gratitude to Yakumo, Whitebeard specially arranged for them to be on the right.

Whitebeard raised his glass to Yakumo, a gesture of recognition and immense honor. In the entire pirate world, the only person toasted by Whitebeard after he became famous was Shanks, who was also one of the Four Emperors.

I'd like to propose a toast to you!

"Thank you." Yakumo held up the orange juice.

The two drank it all in one gulp.

"Gulala la la la..."

"A real man drinks the strongest liquor, fights the fiercest battles, and sleeps with the most beautiful women..."

"Ahem, old man Yakumo is still a child."

Marco interrupted.

“Oh, right, right… You’ll understand the last one in a few years.” Whitebeard patted his chest and laughed loudly. Incidentally, Yakumo casually removed the scar on Whitebeard’s chest.

After several rounds of drinks, everyone was somewhat tipsy.

"I said... Yakumo... come and be my son?"

"Hiss..." Yakumo gasped.

He thought to himself at the same time.

"I healed all your wounds, I removed all the hidden injuries from the captain's body, and I even saved your most beloved son, and you actually want to be my father?"

Everyone put down their wine glasses, focusing all four lines of sight on Yakumo, awaiting his reply.

Please allow me to refuse.

Everyone was stunned. Some captains shook their heads and sighed, while others' eyes flashed with anger.

Upon hearing this, Whitebeard raised his right arm to signal that the crowd should not be rude, but the disappointment on his face was hard to hide. He was mainly envious of Yakumo's medical skills.

"Ok."

"No matter what... you will always be the Whitebeard Pirates' most cherished friend. After the party, you can go to the treasure room and choose whatever you want, as much as you can. Tomorrow I will have Marco take you to a safe place."

At this moment, Yakumo was impressed by Whitebeard's generosity, knowing that the treasure room contained the wealth accumulated by the Whitebeard Pirates over decades.

But Whitebeard's tone... it seems he's not planning to continue playing with Yakumo... this plot doesn't make sense!

"Grandpa with the white beard, please allow me to refuse."

"What... you don't like the treasures in the treasury?"

Whitebeard was somewhat surprised; he never dreamed that he would be rejected twice in one day. The captains of the various divisions were even more surprised.

"Of course not..."

The main reason is that Yakumo cannot take any items or skills from the dungeon world.

"I want to participate in the Marineford Grand Tournament in two days!"

Yakumo stood up and said firmly and sincerely.

"Gulala lala..."

"I refuse... the fate of this journey is uncertain."

Whitebeard laughed and then refused.

"I have a reason to go."

Yakumo looked up at the white-bearded man with a very serious expression.

Whitebeard was eventually persuaded by Yakumo, and after the party, they returned to their rooms to rest. Since the dungeon world did not refresh the missions, Yakumo was able to sleep in for once.

Upon waking up, Yakumo discovered that the sea outside was no longer the familiar area he knew. While everyone was asleep, the Moby Dick had quietly changed its position.

At this point, only one day remained until the Marineford War.

The atmosphere on the Moby Dick became extremely tense. Almost all the pirates were sharpening their weapons, their eyes filled with fighting spirit. Even Whitebeard was adjusting his physical condition and refraining from drinking alcohol.

At this moment, the Whitebeard Pirates transformed from a loose group into a well-organized army, and the direction Whitebeard's blade pointed was the direction of their attack.

A major battle seemed imminent.

At 6 p.m., with the help of the membrane craftsmen, the Moby Dick dived into the deep sea and headed toward its destination, Marineford Pier.

Meanwhile, Yakumo approached Whitebeard to discuss the plan.

The two had a discussion that lasted for half an hour. Before leaving, Yakumo seemed to remember something and said to Whitebeard.

"Grandpa Whitebeard, please make sure to take special care of Admiral Akainu Sakazuki when we fight at Marineford tomorrow."

"What's the reason?"

"Of the three admirals... he hates pirates the most, so if we unlock Ace's seastone handcuffs, he will definitely do everything in his power to kill him. In addition, the Magma-Magma Fruit is a superior fruit to the Flame-Flame Fruit, so Sakazuki has a good chance of succeeding."

"Understood, beat the shit out of him tomorrow."

Whitebeard clenched his fist and said confidently.

Yakumo found Marco on the deck and asked him to take her somewhere. After a brief hesitation, the two set off on a light speedboat.

…………

Marineford, in the Marshal's office.

Fleet Admiral Sengoku was at his desk dealing with the troop deployment for tomorrow's execution. It was now certain that the Whitebeard Pirates would rescue Ace tomorrow, which would also be the Navy's chance to completely defeat the Whitebeard Pirates.

At this moment, he was stroking the braid under his chin, gazing at the map of Marineford.

Sengoku's eyes, behind his frog-like glasses, gleamed with wisdom, and beside him sat a white goat used for handling documents.

"Meow meow meow..."