Konoha's Mission Master

"Does the D clan have some secret? Why are those people on the high seas whose names contain the letter 'D' all so incredibly powerful?"

Silence, silence again.

"I really can't answer your question!"

Monkey D. Dragon answered with a wry smile, looking as if he could never do it, and Yakumo did not notice the trace of the lie.

He wasn't lying!

What do you think about your son being the future Pirate King?

"Me, see with my eyes?" the dragon countered.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be so humorous."

Yakumo laughed twice and said.

"By the way, has the Whitebeard Pirates made any moves?"

"The Whitebeard Pirates are heading to the East Blue. Would you call that a big move?" Monkey D. Dragon countered.

“Of course, I’m wondering if the Whitebeard Pirates could become our partners in our joint efforts,” Yakumo said.

Monkey D. Dragon continued to stretch his limbs, making a series of crisp sounds.

“If you’re planning to use treating Whitebeard as a condition, you might end up binding him to our warship. But a partner gained in this way isn’t reliable,” Monkey D. Dragon replied very seriously.

"What you say makes sense; not seeing is the right solution."

"If we don't see them, the Whitebeard Pirates might hold a grudge."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Yakumo asked curiously, genuinely wanting to hear Monkey D. Dragon's opinion.

“Let’s meet,” the dragon replied.

"What's the reason?"

“After all, we’re friends,” Monkey D. Dragon replied sincerely, as if he were putting himself in Yakumo’s shoes.

Yakumo nodded. Although there was a lot of exchange of benefits involved in his interactions with the Whitebeard Pirates, in reality... they could indeed be considered friends.

At the very least, Yakumo admired Ace's sincerity and straightforwardness. Even the proud Marco humbled himself and begged for help when Whitebeard was ill, bursting into tears.

Of course, there's also the white-bearded man who doesn't follow medical advice.

Although the old man had his own selfish motives, he did his best to help take care of... Shyvana.

And he provided assistance in killing Bigum.

"Since we're friends, let's meet."

"Yakumo said softly."

"Of course, whether or not to save someone, and how to save them, is up to you."

"That makes sense. Where do you plan to go in the future?"

"Return to the New World, continue the fight against the World Government, do your best to hold out for two more months, and then... I look forward to hearing good news from you."

Monkey D. Dragon directly stated his plans for the next two months, sincerely asking Yakumo to offer suggestions for revision.

“Alright, let’s go back then?” Yakumo suggested.

"it is good."

In truth, Yakumo doesn't believe that Dragon, who controls the Revolutionary Army, is such a kind person. Although he uses fairness and freedom as his slogan, he also possesses the decisiveness and ambition of a leader.

His kindness toward Yakumo was very sincere.

This sincerity is the most touching.

The two calmly returned, opened the keypad door, and followed the secret passage back to the main hall.

Guided by the scent, Yakumo found Masako Mori and Chiyuki Yukotsu, who were sleeping on the floor.

Neither of them was asleep; their eyes were wide open.

"Are we going out again later?" Masako Mori asked.

"No."

Yakumo answered, while bending down and whispering close to Mori Masako.

"Your deliberate concealment is no match for the dragon's Observation Haki, so your strenuous performance is... utterly meaningless."

"How could it be meaningless? As long as his attention is on me, he will ignore the changes that have happened to you."

Upon hearing this, Masako Mori responded calmly without any surprise.

Unexpectedly, Yakumo thought Mori Masako was on the second layer, but she was actually in the atmosphere, while Yakumo was only on the third layer. Mori Masako was sacrificing herself to help him hide as much as possible.

"But I already laid my cards on the table when we went out to talk."

Yakumo replied with a light laugh.

"You told me everything?" Masako Mori raised an eyebrow, looking at Yakumo as if she were looking at a hopeless fool.

"Of course not, he only told about 70% of it at most."

"That's good."

What Yakumo said was indeed true. He was confident that he could defeat Garp within a thousand moves, but if his goal was to kill, he estimated that... life and death could be decided within a hundred moves.

Of course, we should still be a little conservative.

Two hundred moves, Yakumo is born, Garp is dead!

"Qianxue, are you doing that to cover for me?"

"Of course, and it was very successful."

"During dinner, the revolutionary leader's gaze mostly lingered on the two of us."

Mori Masako lowered her voice and answered on behalf of Yuuki Chiyuki.

"Haha, thank you all."

Yakumo felt a warmth in his heart and expressed his gratitude with a smile.

It is such a fortunate thing that there are two people in this world who are willing to sacrifice their own safety to protect themselves as much as possible.

"We're all one family, so let's not speak like strangers."

"That's right, let's get ready for bed."

Yakumo gently pulled Mori Masako into his arms and whispered.

“Okay,” Masako Mori replied with a smile.

Nothing was said that night, and Yakumo and Mori Masako fell asleep in each other's arms.

The following day, the two groups arrived at the edge of the island.

By this time, a ship disguised as a merchant ship had arrived to pick up Monkey D. Dragon. According to him, he would be on this ship to reach the Sabaody Archipelago, where he would need to use another method to cross the Red Line and enter the New World.

Yakumo was also curious and asked what the method was.

Monkey D. Dragon had a mysterious and unpredictable look on his face.

Finally, he uttered two words softly.

"Smuggling."

It's simple and easy to understand: take advantage of the World Government's inattention and climb the Red Line directly.

What if we get caught?

"Then let's have a fight."

Yes, that makes sense.

After a brief farewell, the merchant ship departed the deserted island.

Yakumo clasped his hands together and created a wooden boat. For the purposes of both convenient movement and energy conservation, the boat was only five meters long and less than two meters wide.

The three of them could only curl up their knees and squeeze into the cabin.

"Yakumo, couldn't you make it a little bigger?"

Masako Mori asked, somewhat puzzled.

"The reason for doing this, of course, is because it's fast!"

As soon as Yakumo finished speaking, several vines grew and spread, binding the three of them and securing their bodies firmly to the small boat, while the surrounding seawater provided propulsion.

"Aaaaaah, I don't want to be on the Clippers!!"

After leaving the Revolutionary Army, Masako Mori became noticeably more cheerful, and even the smile on her face became more genuine.

"Don't worry, I understand how excited you are."

Yakumo replied with a mischievous grin.

The gale-force winds mixed with the waves, and the life-giving energy gathered at the end like rocket fuel, accumulating power.

"This is also a process of physical exercise, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Yakumo answered with a light laugh.

The next second, the small boat sped forward like a rocket, skimming the sea surface. At its end, a shockwave created by golden flames split the sea surface, with waves reaching nearly a hundred meters high on both sides.

Only a fleeting golden shadow could be seen on the sea surface.

This isn't a ship; it's practically a rocket skimming the surface of the sea.

On the merchant ship in the distance, Monkey D. Dragon watched the small boat disappear from sight in the blink of an eye and couldn't help but regret his decision.

"I have absolutely no desire to experience this kind of speed."

His friendship with Yakumo is precious, but the value of life is even greater. At this speed... if it were to collide with an island, the consequences would be unimaginable.

While Ryu was lost in thought, Yakumo's small boat had already entered the Calm Belt and was arrogantly sailing through the Sea King's lair, creating waves of sound.

Yakumo's actions angered the Sea Kings.

The enormous beast opened its massive jaws and began to tear at the small boat.

The small boat made no attempt to dodge, and the two collided in an instant. Yakumo's small boat continued its momentum and easily pierced through the Sea King, as simply as a hot knife piercing butter.