Konoha's Mission Master

The burly man fell straight down, no longer breathing.

A red dot appears between its eyebrows.

Blood gushed out.

As the burly man fell.

The crowd on the streets turned from watching a show to being terrified. These people who frequented the Sabaody Archipelago... had all heard of Yakumo's reputation.

Yakumo bypassed the burly man's body and ventured deeper into the area.

"That guy, it seems, has a bounty exceeding 5 billion Berries..."

"Removing 'seems'...that's it!!"

"Big news!"

"The Thousand-Faced Demon Emperor, Iori Yakumo, has appeared in the Sabaody Archipelago!"

The crowd quickly dispersed, and information about Yakumo was disseminated, though this had no effect on him whatsoever.

Yakumo has retrieved the Den Den Mushi from the safe house.

"Poroo, poroo..."

"I'm in Sabaody Archipelago, come pick me up."

On Fishman Island, Marco heard a familiar voice, hugged Ace and wept with joy. The Whitebeard Pirates desperately needed a Yonko-level fighter who could keep the situation in check, even if it came at a great cost.

"I'm going to the Sabaody Archipelago right now."

Yakumo leaves the safe house and uses a transformation technique to change his appearance again.

Two hours later, we slowly sank to the bottom of the sea in a small boat.

The surroundings gradually darkened, but the blue fireworks continued to burn.

Marco looked somewhat tired after not seeing him for a long time. Although his aura was surging, there was a hint of weakness inside, indicating that he had been under a lot of pressure during this period.

“My dad is in a coma most of the time, and the time he is awake is getting less and less. A couple of days ago, his heart even stopped beating. In the end, I worked with the doctors to save him.”

"But the situation is still far from optimistic, right?"

Yakumo asked.

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Chapter 229 Dungeon World: The King's Redemption II

Marco did not respond immediately.

Yakumo's description is not accurate enough. It should actually be described as "he could die at any moment," as he accurately predicted Whitebeard's time of death.

This is a process that is already irreversible.

Of course, we're not completely hopeless; we can use the miracle: Hashirama Cells.

"Yakumo... are you really out of options?"

Marco gazed at the deep seabed, feeling an intense weariness envelop him.

This weariness was always there, but he couldn't show it to his brothers. Only in front of Yakumo could he briefly shed his tough facade and reveal his vulnerable side.

It made him feel as if he were standing on the edge of an abyss, unable to extricate himself.

"As long as you can prolong my life, the Whitebeard Pirates are willing to pay any price, even my life."

Marco's voice was very low, yet full of hope, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, unwilling to let go even if it meant death.

Yakumo sized up Marco from the side.

A pair of glasses now sat on his nose, and his beard was neatly shaved. Compared to his previous lazy gaze, his eyes now held a hint of wisdom and composure, making him more like a leader…

But deep in his eyes lay profound weariness.

"Whitebeard lived a very painful life. Compared to living, death was more like a relief for him. I think you understand that."

Yakumo withdrew his gaze and looked at the dark seabed.

"Yes."

Marco did not deny it; he knew how hard Whitebeard had lived all these years. As the world's strongest man, he could only linger on his sickbed. For Whitebeard, the mental torment was no less than the physical torment.

"But for the sake of the Whitebeard Pirates' flag, Old Man can't..."

Whitebeard was the leader and soul of the Whitebeard Pirates. When he died, the Whitebeard Pirates were bound to fall apart. Coupled with their two conflicts with the World Government and their eventual annihilation, it was an inevitable outcome.

The thrill of intercepting the golden treasures from the heavens back then is matched by the humiliation of worrying about retribution after Whitebeard's death.

"Actually, nothing is impossible... Young eagles must eventually learn to soar."

Marco remained silent.

"Are you and Ace still far from reaching the Emperor level?"

"It's just a hair's breadth away, but it's a world of difference."

Yakumo nodded upon hearing this.

He understood this deeply. Sometimes, a seemingly minor difference could represent an insurmountable gap. For example, a master-level swordsmanship, though powerful, was far inferior to even half the skill of a grandmaster.

Is there really no other way?

"I need to check on Whitebeard's condition first..."

Marco wasn't desperately seeking medical help; he knew perfectly well that if there was only one person left in the world who could cure Whitebeard, it would be a matter of life and death.

Then that person would definitely be Yakumo.

In fact, Yakumo was confident that he could prolong Whitebeard's life through the extract of the interstitial cells, but the process of petrification was unstoppable.

If you're using living cells for culturing, it will take at least half a month…

Yakumo's situation is uncertain, but Whitebeard can hold on for another half a month.

At this time, Yakumo did not mention this matter to Marco. After arriving at Fishman Island, he was confident that he could temporarily awaken Whitebeard. Whether or not to take a gamble at that time was entirely up to Whitebeard to decide.

That would mean either failure or success.

Whitebeard took responsibility for himself and accepted the consequences.

The small boat accelerated, pushing aside the dark seawater, and at the end of the horizon, huge bubbles formed a dreamlike island called Fishman Island.

This is 10,000 meters below the sea level.

An absolute forbidden zone for humans.

But the existence of Fishman Island broke the taboo.

"Underwater Paradise"

Yakumo saw the Whitebeard Pirates' flagship, the Moby Dick, docked like a giant whale near the port of Fishman Island.

As the small boat merged into a giant bubble, Yakumo officially set foot on Fishman Island.

It's believed that the Navy will soon learn of the Thousand-Faced Demon Emperor's appearance on Fishman Island.

After all, the CP organization is the most powerful intelligence agency in the world, and when they encounter people they cannot resolve through force, they will proactively leak intelligence to the Navy.

The CP organization is the all-pervasive eyes and ears of the world government.

The navy is the strongest fighter and bodyguard.

"Let's go see Dad first."

Marco smiled, showing no trace of fatigue. He had once again become a reliable older brother to his younger siblings.

"Long time no see, Yakumo."

Ace jumped off the Moby Dick, his fiery red kimono billowing wildly in the air currents like burning flames.

"Yes, it's been a long time."

Ace looked good, or rather, he was more optimistic than Marco. As everyone knows, people with "D" in their names in the One Piece world are generally thick-skinned and carefree.

Such people understand the responsibilities on their shoulders, yet they face difficulties with heroic generosity. Even when in dire straits, they always manage to turn the tide and further enhance their own strength.

At the same time, their willpower is so strong that they will never be defeated by anyone.

"I'll go check on Whitebeard first."

Led by Marco, Yakumo saw Whitebeard unconscious in the medical room. The room was brightly lit, but it couldn't hide Whitebeard's pale face.

A putrid stench lingered and spread.

He was in his twilight years.

Yakumo could no longer feel any pressure from the earth emanating from him.

He is really about to die.

Once the strongest in the world, it ultimately lost to time.

Take a step forward, and Sage Mode is activated.

A gentle breeze ruffled the hem of Yakumo's clothes, and her entire being exuded an aura of transcendence, her demeanor serene as if in harmony with the world.

Green light emanated from Yakumo's hands and slowly merged into Whitebeard's body, like watering parched land with the source of life, and vitality would eventually spread.

Whitebeard is reviving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

My heartbeat became stronger, and my breathing became more steady.

Marco's face lit up with joy.

But then... Yakumo said quite frankly.

"Don't be too happy yet. I only activated the last bit of life in his body. I estimate he probably won't live more than three days."

Marco's smile vanished in an instant.

But soon Whitebeard opened his eyes, and when he saw Yakumo, a deep look of astonishment suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Whitebeard still remembers the final battle between Yakumo and Big Mom on the sea. At that time, both of them were close to their limits and finally chose to use their ultimate moves to clash.

It was a clash that changed the world; the world lost its color for a moment, which reminded Whitebeard of his own peak performance.