Konoha's Mission Master

Sabo wore a bitter expression. He desperately wanted to know about his life before being rescued by the leader, and even suspected many times that he was actually a descendant of a nobleman with countless assets waiting to be inherited.

In that case... he could provide enough funds for the revolutionary army's operations, and the leader wouldn't have to worry about financial problems.

"I already said it's not a big problem."

"Yakumo... I want to ask you to heal him."

Ace stood up and bowed deeply to Yakumo. Whitebeard and Marco didn't react much. Every time Ace got drunk, he would share with them his childhood adventures with Luffy and Sabo.

At that moment, Ace's eyes seemed to be sharing the whole world.

That's why Whitebeard tested Sabo to see if he was qualified to be his son's good brother.

"Don't worry... I already said it's not a big problem."

Sabo was a little nervous. Since he met Yakumo, he had said three times that there was no problem. The first two times had left a deep impression on him.

The first time, Yakumo spat out two mouthfuls of blood after finishing speaking.

The second time was when they grilled poisonous mushrooms.

The third issue concerns his amnesia.

“Sabo, you have to trust Yakumo. His medical skills... are unmatched in the world.” Ace gave him a thumbs up from the side.

"I need to think about that for a bit."

Sabo was somewhat unsure of himself. After all, since it involved the memory part, his brain would definitely need treatment. If something went wrong and delayed tomorrow's rescue... he would be held responsible even if he died a thousand deaths.

"That...it's all taken care of."

"I told you it wouldn't be a big problem."

Yakumo's voice seemed to come from an extremely distant place, and Sabo's eyes suddenly became empty, and the previously somewhat solid barrier cracked.

A torrent of memories surged forth.

Sabo collapsed to the ground, clutching his head and groaning in pain.

"Dadan, Mount Gorbo, the Kingdom of Goa".

Ace stood up nervously and quickly asked Yakumo.

What's wrong with him?

"Don't worry... it's nothing serious, it's just that my memory is returning."

Sabo's body twitched slightly.

Ultimately, the fragmented memories converged into the images of two people.

"Ace and Luffy."

A few minutes later, Sabo straightened up, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Sabo, you remember everything?"

Ace keenly noticed the changes in Sabo and asked uncertainly... his eyes sparkling with intense joy.

"Ace, it's so good to see you again."

After regaining his memory.

Sabo expressed his gratitude to Yakumo.

Ace and Sabo got up and walked into the distance. The moonlight cast their shadows long and thin. The two brothers had not seen each other for twelve years, and they had countless things to share with each other. They talked all night long, knee to knee.

"Gurararara, I haven't seen Ace this happy in a long time."

The white-bearded man sighed with a touch of heroic pride.

"It's normal for brothers to be so happy to be reunited."

Yakumo flicked away the blood droplet floating on his palm and smiled as he replied to Whitebeard.

"You've really accomplished something remarkable lately; you've completely silenced the splashes that made when I returned to the sea..."

Bai Hu said, feigning displeasure.

If the destruction of Mary Geoise was like ripples caused by a whale leaping out of the sea, then Whitebeard's return was like a butterfly flapping its wings.

“I think…whether or not you return to the sea is not important; what matters most to you is whether you can continue to be with your son.”

That's not wrong.

Whitebeard was clearly taken aback, then quickly changed the subject.

"Can I also cultivate the abilities those teenagers possess?"

Whitebeard sensed an incredibly familiar aura emanating from those children. Although their strength was not as great as his own, it was a power of the same origin.

"It's possible... but it will deplete their bodies. For them, who are still teenagers, this kind of depletion is not serious. But if it were you... it would affect your lifespan. According to calculations, the last surgery was enough to extend your life by ten years, but if you try to refine chakra, you can only live for a maximum of three more years."

Yakumo answered seriously, clearly explaining the advantages and disadvantages.

"In that case... I understand."

Whitebeard nodded.

"Here's what you wanted."

Marco pulled out two boxes from behind him. One was long and thin, about 1.2 meters long, while the other was square and looked somewhat old.

"Great Sharp Blade, Twenty-One Crafts of Sin and Tears".

"Zoological type, Rhinoceros fruit, ancient species, Golden Horned Rhinoceros form."

When he took out and opened the second wooden box, Marco's face clearly showed a look of pain.

These two wooden boxes were among the most valuable items in the Heavenly Gold of that time, especially the latter, which could create a powerful person at any time.

Yakumo drew his Sinful Cry. In the firelight, the crimson blade looked as if it had been stained with blood. Black lightning patterns were embedded in the blade. Near the hilt, the inscription read: Sinful Cry.

This is a rather bloody weapon. As soon as the blade is drawn, Yakumo can feel the lingering killing intent and bloodlust on the blade.

In the world of One Piece, this type of sword is collectively known as a "demon sword."

The so-called demon sword is a weapon that can kill its master.

Yakumo manipulated the electric arcs to surge into the blade, and the bloodlust and killing intent on it quickly dissipated under the action of the golden electric arcs. The gray smoke peeled away from the blade, and the blade no longer retained any bloody smell.

He has only temporarily suppressed the demonic blade. When Shyvana unleashes her killing spree in the future, the blade's ferocious and bloodthirsty nature will awaken again. Whether the master wields the blade or the blade turns against its master will depend entirely on Shyvana's fate.

The sins wept and returned to their sheaths.

Yakumo opened the second old wooden box with his hands. On the yellow satin brocade was a red pineapple covered with patterns. From the perspective of the eternal slumber mist, Yakumo could see a golden giant rhinoceros roaring loudly inside the fruit.

So... the Eternal Sleep Mist can also distinguish Devil Fruits.

With a click, the wooden box closed tightly.

Yakumo stood up and walked towards the blonde girl under the shade of the tree.

"Actually, I want to ask you, is it really worth it to risk your life for someone you've only known for a few days... to brave the Celestial Dragons' holy land of Mary Geoise, and to provide her with these two precious items?"

Marco raised his head and asked, his voice not quiet enough for Yakumo to hear, and even Shyvana heard it clearly... He really wanted to know the answer to this question.

At the same time, I also wanted to make Shyvana understand the value of those two items, especially the Ancient Zoan Devil Fruit, which could even change her innate talent!

Marco meant well, wanting Shyvana to remember Yakumo's kindness.

"I never ask whether it's worth doing something."

"I only consider whether I want to do it or not."

"Besides... you might as well use favors."

Yakumo laughed heartily without turning his head.

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Chapter 243 Dungeon World: The King's Redemption XVI

Under the shade of the tree, Yakumo handed the Sinful Cry and the Devil Fruit to Shyvana. Although she was trying to hold back her emotions, her eyes were red and brimming with tears. The emotion she felt was indescribable.

"Don't put so much pressure on yourself... Focus on your cultivation. I don't want to advise you to let go of your hatred, because if it were me... I would also do everything in my power to take revenge, but I understand even more that hatred is not everything in life."

Yakumo focused his gaze on Shyvana, his eyes softening. He had never expected any future repayment from Shyvana, just as Yakumo had told Marco, he acted... solely based on whether he wanted to or not.

This confidence comes from his strength. Now he can make many decisions based on his own feelings, whether good or evil, entirely depending on his thoughts.

Shyvana picked up the red pineapple. She had heard about Devil Fruits from her father; they were all worth hundreds of millions of Berries, gifts and treasures from the sea, fruits said to contain the power of demons.

She had been curious before, but never dared to hope for it.

But now, the legendary item lies quietly in her palm.

All of this is because of the person in front of me.

"This stuff is hard to eat, just take a small bite."

Yakumo explained to Shivana.

"Okay, I understand..."

Shyvana held the Devil Fruit in her hand, examining it closely with anticipation in her eyes. A few seconds later, she couldn't wait to open her cherry-like mouth and take a small bite of the red Devil Fruit.

In an instant, the girl's face turned extremely pale; the taste was so awful that it was beyond words.

"Ugh~"

"Swallow it."

Shyvana suppressed the urge to vomit and swallowed a small piece of the Devil Fruit. The strange energy gradually spread within her body.

A few seconds later, Shyvana felt a warm current flowing through several parts of her body.

"drink."

She couldn't help but let out a delicate shout, and her body underwent a strange change.

Shyvana's arms became somewhat thicker, her originally slender body became somewhat robust, her shoulders broadened, and she grew about five centimeters taller. Her skin remained fair but exuded a wild aura.

A cone-shaped horn about three centimeters long grew from her forehead, and her clear black and white eyes contained a faint gold hue. Several extremely delicate golden scales appeared at the corners of her eyes. This change did not ruin her beauty, but rather added a touch of wild charm.

Of course, the one who can directly feel the changes in her body is Shyvana herself. She can sense the potential contained within her physique, and as long as she trains hard to develop the fruit... one day she will grow into a true powerhouse.