Konoha's Mission Master

"The third one..."

When the dragon opened the box this time, his expression changed slightly. He then took the fruit and examined it closely, as if he had seen something unexpected.

This is the forked red pineapple, which looks like a combination of a banana and a pineapple, but it looks more like a pineapple.

After a long while, he closed his eyes and tried to recall the events in his mind.

About fifteen minutes later, he opened his eyes, and his reaction attracted the attention of the people around him.

Masako Mori and Kella also sat down from a distance.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Mythical Zoan form of the Bird-Bird Fruit. However... I really can't tell which one it is. I can only be sure that this fruit will grant the user extremely strong fire abilities."

Ultimately, Monkey D. Dragon was unable to provide a definitive answer.

"Thank you." Yakumo put the three boxes back into the storage scroll.

"Phoenix? Sunbird? Azure Luan?" Yakumo wondered.

These three Devil Fruits all originated from the seabed of the Calm Belt, and are estimated to be Celestial Gold from fifty years ago.

Why weren't the Mythical Zoan species recalled by the World Government?

Yakumo asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Logically speaking... even if a Mythical Zoan-level Devil Fruit fails, it should be reclaimed by the World Government, unless the fruit is located in a forbidden area that the World Government cannot reclaim."

"Monkey D. Dragon replied."

"For example, the seabed in the doldrums?"

"Didn't you encounter a sea king that was around 10,000 meters long, Yakumo?"

"Of course we encountered it. Luckily we retreated quickly, otherwise we would have had difficulty reaching the island on time."

Yakumo answered with lingering fear. At that moment, Mori Masako and Yuuki Chiyuki's expressions turned very ugly, obviously recalling some unpleasant memories.

"Actually, the danger level of Sea Kings is not as high as that of Yakumo!"

Masako Mori made her accusation almost with tears in her eyes.

"Actually, it's nothing serious, it's just a little bit faster."

Ignoring Masako Mori's increasingly unpleasant expression, Yakumo answered with a smile.

"I hope I can experience it sometime in the future."

Although Monkey D. Dragon was unaware of the secrets behind it, he still smiled and made polite remarks.

"Don't worry, there will definitely be an opportunity."

Yakumo thought for a moment, then continued to ask.

Is the seabed in the doldrums dangerous?

"Extremely dangerous, almost equivalent to a forbidden zone for humans, a forbidden area that even the fish-men dare not easily set foot in."

Monkey D. Dragon replied that, obviously, as the leader of the Revolutionary Army, he possessed secrets that were unknown to others.

Even part of the truth about this world.

Judging from Yakumo's tone, Ryu didn't intend to elaborate further.

"I suspect that the world government's highest research institute is located somewhere in the Calm Belt. With their new warships as a trump card, the Calm Belt is no longer a forbidden zone for them, except for the seabed, of course."

"That scientist who was 500 years ahead of the world?"

“Vegapunk,” Monkey D. Dragon said.

“Yakumo, you represent the pinnacle of the world’s medical level, then Vegapunk represents the pinnacle of the world’s scientific level. If it weren’t for the weapons he created, we wouldn’t have been defeated so thoroughly.”

Clearly, Vegapunk's name touched upon some unpleasant memories for Dragon, and the Revolutionary Army even planned to... take Vegapunk away from the World Government at a crucial moment, but unfortunately the plan failed.

Instead, it exposed many hidden issues.

"The barbecue is ready."

Yakumo pinched the seasoning and sprinkled it on the sizzling, oily pieces of meat, releasing an irresistible aroma that whetted the appetite.

"Yakumo, let me taste it for you to see if it's poisoned."

Masako Mori, like a nimble rabbit, hopped right next to Yakumo, a sly smile on her face.

"Okay, okay, you can try it for me."

"It tastes good, but I feel a little dizzy. It's probably poisonous. In that case, I'll have to reluctantly finish the food for you."

Masako Mori snatched all the meat skewers from Yakumo's hand and said with a smile.

“Thank you so much,” Yakumo said.

"You're welcome."

Yakumo had no choice but to take out the raw meat for a second round of grilling.

"Don't just eat it all yourself, share some with Qianxue."

"Okay, here, have three skewers."

After a slight hesitation, Masako Mori took out three skewers from the twenty and handed them to Chiyuki Yukotsu, her eyes full of reluctance.

Yakumo always felt that Masako Mori was deliberately pretending.

In front of the revolutionary soldiers, she tried her best to act spoiled and gluttonous, minimizing her own presence.

Yakumo then looked at Yukotsu Chiyuki and, sure enough, found that he... was also putting on a disguise, trying his best not to attract anyone's attention.

Is this the self-discipline of a ninja?

When encountering an enemy whose strength is unknown, try to appear weak to make the enemy underestimate you.

During battle, it suddenly erupts...delivering devastating damage to the enemy.

But the Revolutionary Army are clearly allies, so there's no need for this.

Of course, most importantly, with Dragon's Observation Haki, he should be able to see through their disguises, which would be extremely awkward.

Yakumo secretly observed Ryu and noticed that there was indeed a hint of a smile in his eyes, and that he was glancing at Mori Masako and Yuuki Chiyuki out of the corner of his eye.

"Ouch, how embarrassing."

Before long, the second round of barbecue was also devoured by Masako Mori. It seems that her gluttonous persona wasn't something she deliberately faked; it was just her true self.

As time went by, the charcoal fire became sparse.

Yakumo had already finished five rounds of grilled meat, but everyone was only barely half full, after all, the average person in the pirate world is a big eater.

"Mori Masako and Chiyuki, you two go and rest first. Ryu and I still have some plans to finalize."

Yakumo extinguished the charcoal fire and gave instructions to the two of them.

"it is good."

"it is good."

Masako Mori and Chiyuki Yuuki answered in unison.

"Sabo and Kerla should go back and rest first."

Monkey D. Dragon waved his arm, signaling the two to step back.

In less than a minute, only two people remained in the underground hall.

"Shall we go for a walk?" Yakumo suggested.

"it is good."

The two followed the hidden door, walked through a long, silver corridor, and then through another hidden door concealed by a large tree, arriving at the surface of the deserted island.

Fireflies glowed with a bluish light in the bushes.

Ryu quietly followed Yakumo, pondering... why Yakumo had called him out for a private chat.

In the underground plaza, his identity was merely that of the leader of the revolutionary army.

But... there are only two of them now.

So, his identity isn't just that simple—he could be Garp's son, or Luffy's father.

The moonlight casts a light shadow, and the tree shapes twist and sway gracefully.

The two walked away from the base, one after the other, their footsteps landing silently on the tree trunks, like two weightless ghosts.

Yakumo's steps came to an abrupt halt. At this moment, the two of them were almost standing at the edge of the forest, with the boundless sea less than a hundred meters away.

"I met Karp in the windmill village."

Monkey D. Dragon remained silent, waiting for the next installment.

"And a battle broke out."

Dragon made no response to this. In fact, the matter had already been delivered to Dragon by the intelligence department. In that battle, the two henchmen following Yakumo also displayed the combat power of an admiral.

Ryu's opinion of Yakumo rose several notches once again.

"If Garp stands in our way on the path to overthrowing the World Government, are you prepared to kill him?"

"Of course, there is no best preparation, after all, he is my father."

Monkey D. Dragon answered without hesitation.

"But what if that day comes?" Yakumo pressed.

“If we really want to overthrow the world government, then I am confident that I can persuade my father not to get involved in this chaos.”

What if it fails?

"Then, for the sake of the greater good, we have no choice but to ask him to die!"

This time, the dragon's answer was very sincere and did not seem fake.

"The Revolutionary Army has already sacrificed too many lives for fairness and freedom. Even if Luffy and Garp stand in my way, I will not hesitate to take action!"

This truly shows that filial piety breeds strength.

"Then I have no problem." Yakumo gently shook his head.

"If you were to have a major battle with your father, what would your chances of winning be?"