Konoha's Mission Master

Yakumo is now certain that Whitebeard's condition is more serious than described in Den Den Mushi.

"Long time no see, you haven't changed much..."

Marco gazed at Yakumo's almost unchanged face and sighed softly, then invited Yakumo to board the small speedboat.

The phoenix's blue flames ignited, and the small boat shot off like an arrow.

With a whoosh, it left the Leleon Islands.

"It hasn't been long, only two years."

"These past two years... have been truly breathtaking."

During these two years.

The Whitebeard Pirates went from being one of the Four Emperors of the New World, whom no one dared to mess with, to being universally reviled as rats in the street, as if they had only experienced one major battle, the Marineford War, which shook the entire sea world.

"Having gained something, one must bear the consequences."

Ace has the blood of the Pirate King flowing through his veins. When this truth is revealed, the Navy, for the sake of its own reputation, must recapture him and broadcast his execution live again.

"The key is... the World Government is no longer content with just ruling the four seas. The suppression of the Whitebeard Pirates is a crucial step for the World Government to extend its reach into the New World, and it cannot afford to fail," Marco analyzed earnestly.

Yakumo nodded almost imperceptibly. Among the Four Emperors, Whitebeard was the oldest. Although he bore the title of the strongest in the world, his body was already at its limit.

"This time, Dad's health still needs your treatment."

Marco made a somewhat earnest request.

"You must understand... there are certain limits to the human body. Even I cannot change or easily break through these limits. I can only try my best to repair the human body so that it can function up to the point before it reaches its limit."

After Yakumo's treatment, Whitebeard was supposed to live for at least ten more years, but unexpectedly, he exhausted those ten years of life in just two years.

"In short... I beg Yakumo to do his best to save him."

"Of course that's no problem, but I'm not a god."

The sky gradually darkened, and a lone moon hung in the air. Marco's silhouette resembled a mountain, subtly revealing an undisguised urgency.

The sea breeze, carrying seawater, lapped against Yakumo's face, leaving it slightly salty.

Marco was really anxious, as if he were racing against death. The speedboat sliced ​​through the dark sea like a blue sword, splashing up waves and ripples.

Even the waves... could not slow him down.

It was smashed to pieces in a simple and brutal way.

It was a very interesting voyage. The two drifted at sea for three days, during which time Yakumo saw many strange and unusual weather conditions.

A terrifying blue waterspout, stretching for a kilometer.

The island, ablaze with flames, dyed half the sky red.

A giant mushroom-shaped island floating on the sea.

A giant sea beehive, with wasps the size of calves.

A terrifying cannibal island, where enormous flowers shoot skyward.

In the past few days, Yakumo has witnessed the wonders of the pirate world.

This wonder inspired Yakumo to instinctively want to explore it…

Unfortunately, the timing was wrong.

The morning of the fifth day.

Marco and Yakumo quietly returned to the Moby Dick.

The enormous whale-shaped ship lay prostrate on the sea, its deck and surrounding railings covered with all sorts of wounds, like a severely wounded and dying whale.

The shipwright is hammering and tinkering, trying his best to save the ship.

Unfortunately, this is only a drop in the ocean.

[Ding-dong, Task One is complete.]

This time, the meeting on the deck last time was skipped entirely.

Marco led Yakumo directly through the interior of the Moby Dick. The passageways were deep and dark, as if walking inside a terrifying behemoth, and the surrounding lights were extremely dim.

Thump, thump, thump…

Only the sound of two footsteps remained around.

After climbing a few steps, Marco pushed open a door.

A putrid stench assaulted their senses, and Yakumo's expression turned grim.

This time, Whitebeard wasn't seriously injured, but rather nearing the end of his life, due to the depletion of his life force...

Yakumo stepped into the somewhat old-fashioned, spacious bedroom. The white-bearded man was sitting on the huge bed, with a soft, wide, beige down cushion behind him.

Yakumo stepped inside. Even with four electric lights around, the room was still dimly lit. Whitebeard opened his eyes wearily... his eyes were lifeless and extremely dim.

Yakumo then turned to leave.

Whitebeard's problem is more serious than I thought.

However... Mission Two is also related to the Whitebeard Pirates, and even the planned Mission Three, killing Big Mom, according to the plan... also requires Whitebeard's cooperation.

Yakumo has no choice but to go down a dead-end road.

"Long time no see... Whitebeard."

Yakumo greeted him softly.

Whitebeard swept his gaze across Yakumo's body. At this moment, Yakumo was infinitely close to death, but his eyes were exceptionally peaceful, like those of a saint who had seen through all things in the world, capable of remaining unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed.

"Gulalalalalala".

The white-bearded man chuckled weakly in a low voice.

In that instant, intense emotions welled up in the white-bearded man's eyes, like the alluring aroma of fine wine aged for many years, including the surprise and goodwill of reuniting with an old friend.

"I'm going to die... but I don't know how to protect and take care of my child."

Whitebeard spoke in a low voice, his tone somber, his entire demeanor suddenly becoming incredibly somber. At this moment, the invincible king... transformed into an utterly ordinary father.

Yakumo extended his right hand and placed it on Whitebeard's right arm.

"Life force depleted...it feels like being devoured..."

Yakumo controlled the energy of the Palm Healing Technique to surge into Whitebeard's body, like clear, sweet spring water flowing into a dried-up riverbed and being absorbed extremely quickly.

This dryness felt as if it had been stripped away out of thin air…

"Is this... the power of the Dark-Dark Fruit?"

Whitebeard nodded, and Marco stepped forward to explain.

"Over the past two years, the World Government dispatched Sengoku to form the Extermination Squad, which, together with Blackbeard, launched a campaign to encircle and annihilate us. Meanwhile, Old Man (the author) often had to fight two opponents of equal strength alone, which led to his deteriorating health..."

Using the energy of the Palm Healing Technique, Yakumo gradually examined the condition inside Whitebeard's body. Some withered muscle lines and a huge heart beating more and more slowly all proved that this body was on the verge of death.

"At most, I can extend the time of my death by... one year."

Yakumo made the final decision.

Upon hearing this, Marco did not show any surprise. Although a year could temporarily get the Whitebeard Pirates out of danger, it was too short... not long enough to properly settle everyone in the crew.

Whitebeard didn't say much; he didn't want to die because he still had unbreakable bonds with people in the world.

But Whitebeard was living an incredibly tiring life.

Inside the bedroom, Yakumo performed a comprehensive treatment on Whitebeard, mainly involving removing bone fragments and blood clots, using the Palm Healing Technique to replenish his depleted life force, and finally eliminating the remaining power of the Dark-Dark Fruit in Whitebeard's body with golden electric arcs.

Whitebeard's complexion gradually turned rosy.

His eyes... were bright and shining.

The strongest physique is beginning to awaken…

On the high seas, the strongest... has returned!

Suddenly, the entire ship began to shake.

The navy and Blackbeard attacked again.

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Chapter 196 Dungeon World: Slaying Two of the Four Emperors

The azure sea was completely cut open, and the white whale rode the waves, gradually increasing its speed. However, the Moby Dick was already firmly in the enemy's grasp.

It was a huge warship, a deep green overall, with four towering white sails painted with naval ensigns and white doves in flight... a symbol of peace.

Several figures stood on the deck of the warship.

Blackbeard Teach.

The Warring States Period of Buddhism.

Admiral Kizaru.

Vice Admiral Akainu.

Because he lost half of his fighting strength, Akainu lost his position as admiral. After all, the Navy's three strongest forces on the surface cannot be held by a half-crippled person.

Because Blackbeard failed to obtain the Tremor-Tremor Fruit during the Marineford War, he did not possess the strength to become the Fifth Emperor and could only conduct transactions and cooperation with the Navy as a Shichibukai.

At this moment, he stood at the back of the group, trying to keep as far away from the naval commanders as possible. This was not out of fear, but because this position was more suitable for overseeing the overall situation.

Blackbeard carefully concealed his ambition.

The two giant ships began exchanging steel cannonballs.

In fact, the naval warships were faster in pursuit, and the distance between the two warships was gradually decreasing. However, the high-speed shells of the naval warships could not even touch the Moby Dick. The shipwrights on the deck retreated in an orderly manner, leaving the deck to the Whitebeard Pirates' battle formation.

The person leading the group... was none other than Ace two years later.

At this point, he was no longer wearing a cowboy hat, and even the red beaded necklace around his neck was gone, but he still had a dagger hanging at his waist.

Ace has matured a lot... He is more thoughtful now, and when he looks at Blackbeard Teach, his eyes are no longer full of anger. He is more like a leader, but he is still a bit short of Whitebeard's level. Perhaps in three years, Ace may be able to lead the Whitebeard Pirates to become the new emperor.

The barrage of shells rained down.