Konoha's Mission Master

Reed looked at his shadow clone with some curiosity and began to stroke it with his hand, from the muscles on his shoulder to his arm.

"It really is... exactly the same."

Dominic Reed was amazed by the magic of the Shadow Clone Technique and murmured to himself.

"Hmm~ Seems like you have pretty good talent."

Reed looked up and saw Yakumo squatting on a tree branch, scrutinizing him, while his right hand was pressed against the pectoral muscle of his shadow clone.

The burly man, who was over two meters tall, immediately blushed with embarrassment.

"Lord Yakumo... I have successfully used the Shadow Clone Technique."

Yakumo landed smoothly from the tree branch and said to Reed.

"Very good, from now on you will be the captain of these dozen or so people."

Upon hearing this, Reed scratched his head.

“Um… Lord Yakumo, I was originally the captain.”

"Ha, then keep up your training."

Yakumo understood that there must be a strict organizational system within the Revolutionary Army, and there must be a clear hierarchy among the thirteen young talents before him.

That afternoon, people began to learn how to use shadow clones.

As night approached, the group split into two parts: the shadow clones were responsible for learning ninjutsu and assassination techniques, while the main body followed Yakumo to train in swordsmanship.

In a team with geniuses, mediocre players are naturally used. Currently, there are three players who have not mastered the techniques of hand seals and chakra flow, and cannot use the Shadow Clone Technique correctly, including Shyvana.

In the first twenty years of her life, Shyvana had never been exposed to any kind of energy flow training, and she had not properly honed her physique as a child. Therefore, her grasp of energy was somewhat clumsy at this time.

At night, two more people successfully used Shadow Clone Technique.

Now only Shyvana has failed. The flames of revenge have made her will incredibly strong, but she cannot make up for the physical gap between herself and the others.

Shyvana practiced the hand seals impatiently, but the more impatient she became, the further away she got from success. After countless failures, she angrily punched the tree trunk next to her, and blood flowed down her knuckles.

"Why can't I learn it...?"

Another punch landed on the tree trunk, and more blood flowed out.

Then she raised her hand again…

"Snapped."

Sabo caught Shyvana's fist and gently comforted her. Perhaps because they shared the same hair color, Sabo felt an immediate attraction to Shyvana upon their first meeting.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, and keep a calm mindset."

"release!"

"Shivana said coldly."

He immediately pulled his right hand out of Sabo's grasp and began practicing the hand seals for the Shadow Clone Technique again under the tree.

After several failures, I inevitably became incredibly impatient again.

Sabo shook his head. He could see that Shyvana's mentality had become problematic. Her desire for revenge and her overly eager thirst for power made her unsuitable for calmly cultivating.

Yakumo suddenly appeared beside the two of them, his eyes scanning Shyvana, whose face was full of impatience, and he easily guessed the truth to be 90%.

"Your mindset... won't work."

With a wave of his hand, Yakumo sent a surge of golden electricity into Shyvana's body. The golden electricity penetrated deep into her cells and began to strengthen them. Shyvana's body trembled slightly unnaturally, and every cell radiated vitality.

“Cultivation… requires calming the mind.”

A massive amount of golden electric arcs washed over Shyvana's body, gradually strengthening her cells and making her more vibrant. Accompanied by excruciating pain, her muscles constantly tore and reformed—this was the process of rebirth.

"Don't practice the Shadow Clone Technique today. If you can't calm your mind, you'll never have the ability to take revenge yourself."

After the full enhancement, Shyvana was drenched in sweat and collapsed to the ground, her eyes slightly vacant as she pondered Yakumo's guidance.

Yakumo's true form returned to the group and began instructing on swordsmanship.

The shadow clones in the distance were teaching ninjutsu according to their attributes.

Among them, Yakumo was the busiest person. He had to use the limited time to instill all the basic ninjutsu he possessed into the children's minds, as well as teach them the sword techniques they were learning.

Of course, he only intends to teach master-level techniques. As for the inheritance of grandmasters and above, it will depend on the future cooperation. Given his unique talent, Yakumo is not afraid of anyone surpassing him, but he will not give away all his inheritance as soon as cooperation is established.

Although the Revolutionary Army did liberate humanity and fight against oppression in his memory, the actual situation is something that Yakumo must experience for himself.

Inside the training ground, the shadows of blades were as dense as a net.

The sound of something cutting through the air was incessant.

Among these people, Yakumo also discovered several promising talents who were good at swordsmanship and whose talent was comparable to Kakashi's. This was enough to confirm that the batch of young talents sent by the Revolutionary Army should be the elite of the reserve army.

Not long after, Sabo returned carrying the Sea King's corpse.

That evening was another sumptuous barbecue feast.

Under such intense and arduous training, everyone's physical strength was severely depleted, and everyone had an extreme need for meat. A small sea king weighing two tons was easily devoured by more than a dozen people, leaving only its pale skeleton to be thrown back into the sea.

After dinner, the intense training resumed.

Until... Whitebeard and his crew arrived at the deserted island.

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Chapter 242 Dungeon World: The King's Redemption XV

The starry sky is dazzling.

On the pale blue sea, a small boat, only two meters wide, roared and charged forward. Its propulsion system consisted of burning flames, which seemed to be cutting through the sea like burning fire lines. The person who came was very strong... and didn't mind telling others that he was strong!

Arrogant, confident...very powerful.

Sabo sketched out the image of the boat's owner in his mind. For some reason, a blurry figure appeared in his mind, as if he had known such a person before, but unfortunately, these memories were rather vague and chaotic.

"coming."

Under Yakumo's gaze, the small boat slowly slowed down, and the huge body slowly straightened up under the moonlight. The muscles of the upper body were quite exaggerated. He was wearing a beige coat and holding a pheasant sword called Murakumo-giri in his hand.

A crescent-shaped white beard.

Sabo instantly made the connection to this person's identity...

Once the strongest man on the high seas, a legendary pirate.

The Four Emperors... Whitebeard.

Especially a few days ago, Whitebeard decisively defeated the Navy's fleet in the New World, powerfully announcing the return of the legend to the world.

But now... he's appeared on a deserted island near Marineford.

"Yakumo, is this the little bit of backup plan you mentioned?"

Sabo was somewhat taken aback and unconsciously adjusted his top hat.

Tomorrow is the day of the plan to save Koala. Yakumo had told him in advance that there would be some backup plans to ensure safety, but he really did not expect that the backup plan would be the top combat force of the Whitebeard Pirates.

"Hahaha, it's been a long time, Yakumo..."

Ace moored the small boat on the beach and jumped directly from the cabin onto the sand, but before he could finish speaking, he froze on the spot.

Beside Yakumo, he saw someone he hadn't expected.

"Sabo!"

"Hey...you know me?"

Sabo asked in surprise.

After all, he trained at the Revolutionary Army headquarters since childhood or followed the leader on missions, but he did not make a name for himself on the high seas. The second division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates... Ace should not know him.

Ace froze on the spot upon hearing this. He hadn't expected his brother's reunion to elicit such a reaction, especially since he had always believed that Sabo had perished at sea. He couldn't help but scrutinize Sabo closely.

That familiar hat, that familiar face… only with a burn scar on his face. He was certain that the person in front of him was his familiar playmate Sabo, who was also his and Luffy's older brother.

Ace asked the question with some hesitation.

Don't you recognize me?

"Yes, I know him. He's Ace, the second division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates."

Sabo was somewhat surprised. For some reason, when he said the name, the vague image in his mind suddenly became much clearer. It was a child's face... with dense freckles under the eyes.

"He might have amnesia."

Yakumo spoke up.

"I know I have amnesia..."

Sabo quickly said that he had lost his childhood memories.

At that moment, Whitebeard jumped from the small boat onto the beach, splashing up a half-meter-high sand wave. His invisible aura suppressed everyone around him, and Sabo subconsciously took a half-step back.

Yakumo remained calm, while Whitebeard's pressure was more directed at Sabo.

After a few days, Whitebeard has become much stronger—no, it would be more accurate to say he's closer to his peak condition.

"Gurararara... Yakumo-kun, it's been a long time."

"It's only a few days, not a long time."

Yakumo waved his hand, releasing his chakra outwards, breaking through Whitebeard's pressure and saving Sabo, whose face was slightly pale.

Ace stepped between the two in time.

Under the shade of a tree, several people sat cross-legged.

"The Art of Immortal Control".

Yakumo stretched out his hands, and a green light enveloped Sabo's head. When the green light spread to the part where memories were stored, he noticed a small amount of bruising, which was obviously the reason why Sabo had lost his memories.

Upon closer inspection, the blood clots were divided into two clumps, but the amount was very small.

Even severe stimulation can lead to bruising and restore childhood memories.

"That's right, you have amnesia, but it's not a big problem."

"Unfortunately... the revolutionary army's doctors are helpless against this."