Konoha's Mission Master

Even Marco and Ace found it difficult to remain calm at this moment. The story Whitebeard told was an epic forged in blood, and neither of them knew that their father had such a past.

"So many years have passed, do you regret it?" Yakumo asked.

He appeared calm, but deep in his eyes lay a palpable rage, directed primarily at Lox.

"No regrets, this is just the nature of the world."

Whitebeard shook his head in reply, looking down at Yakumo with a calm yet imposing gaze befitting a king of the sea.

This is the truth, and he has no reason to lie. Yakumo also admits that the essence of this world is that the strong can arbitrarily control the lives of the weak, and he has never wanted to change this world.

Equality and freedom are the mission of the revolutionary army, and all he needs to do is kill those criminals with extremely high crime values.

He is also dominating the lives of the weak, using violence to suppress violence.

"In that case, I'm afraid I cannot treat you."

Yakumo held Mori Masako's hand and calmly refused, saying that without his treatment, Whitebeard wouldn't live more than a month.

“Yakumo, I hope you can give my father a chance. I am willing to spend the next fifty years punishing sins... to atone for them.”

Marco understood Yakumo's intense, somewhat exaggerated kindness, so he knew how to win her over.

Upon hearing this, Yakumo simply shook his head slightly.

"Who will give those fourteen capitals that were massacred a chance?"

As the group began their conversation, Masako Mori and Sivana both fell silent.

For the past two and a half years, the Whitebeard Pirates have treated Shyvana very well, but she knows that this preferential treatment is because of her teacher, Yakumo, who has saved the Whitebeard Pirates from danger on several occasions.

"Alright, Marco."

Whitebeard reached out to stop Marco from speaking further, a bright smile spreading across his face like a blooming sunflower.

Yakumo was somewhat surprised. Upon hearing that Whitebeard had refused to call him, he did not show any anger or resentment. Instead, he exuded a joy that seemed almost tangible.

This was clearly unreasonable, and Yakumo began to observe carefully.

“Now that Ace has the strength of an Emperor, his presence is enough to ensure the safety of the Whitebeard Pirates. For an old man like me, a quick and painless death is not a bad thing.”

"Even if you are successfully treated, what then? You'll just be living a few more years in agony."

"Such a prolongation of life is tantamount to death for me."

Whitebeard's smile remained unchanged as he continued speaking earnestly to Yakumo.

"This time I just intend to meet...an old friend."

Yakumo looked up at Whitebeard and realized that his words didn't seem fake, and there was no lingering attachment to life in his eyes. Seeing this, he could only believe that Whitebeard had come to the East Blue just to see him.

No, if it were just a meeting, there would be no need for such a grand fuss. Yakumo guessed that Whitebeard must have his own reasons.

Whitebeard is acting strangely now; his tone and reactions are odd.

"Old man with the white beard!"

Ace spoke with great sadness. Before arriving here, he had noticed that his father wasn't very enthusiastic about the treatment, and now Whitebeard's words confirmed his feelings.

"Child, don't be sad. You've grown up and can carry the banner of the Whitebeard Pirates. I'm really tired."

Whitebeard spoke to Ace very gently, his eyes filled with kindness, showing little desire for life... and a deep weariness, a weariness unrelated to the body, but more like a weariness of the spirit.

"Marco and Ace are both good kids. After I die, could you please take care of them out of consideration for our past relationship?"

Marco then realized that Whitebeard's purpose in rushing to the deserted island was not to prolong his own life, but to find a way out for the Whitebeard Pirates.

But these words made him feel a little strange, as if he had been completely severed from his former father and had become a stranger to him.

At this moment, Yakumo finally understood that Whitebeard's plan was to leave a contingency plan for the Whitebeard Pirates after his death.

But this doesn't fit Whitebeard's character and personality.

"That's definitely not a problem, after all, we're friends."

Hello, friend.

Whitebeard laughed and sighed. For the emperors of the sea, friends were an invaluable word. For some reason, the image of Sengoku appeared before his eyes. To him, Sengoku was both an enemy and a friend.

He himself failed to notice the changes in himself.

"Yakumo, is there really no way to change your mind?"

Ace approached Yakumo and asked earnestly.

"Actually... I'm also hesitant about this matter, but after thinking it over, I don't intend to change my mind. Just like I said... no one can give innocent people a chance," Yakumo replied very seriously.

Sometimes, Yakumo would wonder if his decisions were too inhumane and inflexible.

After all, the Whitebeard Pirates were his friends, while the dozen or so residents of the royal capital were strangers to him.

The characters formed from the swirling black mist all recorded the sins that Whitebeard had borne. He could give Whitebeard a chance, but no one gave the residents of the fourteen royal capitals a chance.

“Fine.” Ace’s tone was dejected, and Yakumo could only shake his head silently, clearly showing his resentment.

Upon seeing this, Yakumo couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"Would you like to have a meal together on the island?" Yakumo invited with a smile.

Marco and Ace did not answer. They were still somewhat bothered by Yakumo's rejection. After all, in their hearts, Whitebeard was more important than their own lives.

"You two shouldn't blame Yakumo for this. You must remember that he saved the Whitebeard Pirates from danger several times."

"In other words... even if he refuses today, he is still a benefactor of the Whitebeard Pirates, and I myself am indeed tired of living."

Whitebeard spoke a long and sincere speech, which was very touching, but it no longer fit his own character and made him seem more like Hashirama Senju.

what is happening?

Yakumo was very puzzled. Many people in the ninja world had fused with Hashirama's cells, but they had not experienced the changes he was seeing.

"Shall we have a meal together on the island?" Yakumo asked again.

"No, I actually came here for another reason. I wanted to personally test just how powerful you are, the one hailed as the strongest in the ocean!"

A hint of fighting spirit emanated from Whitebeard as he pointed directly at Yakumo.

Marco and Ace immediately became very nervous. They knew their father's physical condition, and to make a move at this moment would be tantamount to a suicide mission.

"you sure?"

Yakumo asked with some surprise, finding it increasingly difficult to understand Whitebeard's plans, or rather... the invasion of the plant's primal will had caused a huge change in his personality.

"Of course I'm sure." Whitebeard replied with a smile, his fighting spirit growing stronger, his muscles trembling slightly, and a terrifying pressure radiating outwards.

"I still suggest that you go back and say goodbye to your children before you come to fight me."

Yakumo stood firm amidst Whitebeard's oppressive aura, like a rock unmoved by raging waves, letting the tsunami-like pressure wash over him.

"Hey, I think you have a point."

Whitebeard paused slightly, then echoed.

Quietly, Yakumo opened his Soul Eye. From this perspective, he could clearly see that Whitebeard's originally pure white soul was mixed with a little bit of emerald green, making it look full of vitality.

"Then we'll head out first!" Whitebeard laughed heartily, turned around and left, striding quickly to the shore in the blink of an eye, showing no signs of being a dying patient.

“We’ll be leaving now,” Marco said.

Ace and Marco said goodbye to Yakumo and left, while Shyvana stayed behind with no intention of following.

In her heart, her teacher was the person who came first.

"Whitebeard is losing himself."

Yakumo spoke softly, revealing that the will of another person had been mixed into his soul. Yakumo guessed that this will originated from Hashirama Senju.

Of course... he didn't understand the reason for this change either, even though he had already pushed the Soul-Soul Fruit to the point of awakening.

However, the soul itself still contains many unknown mysteries, like the will of the Illusory Colored Bird that can spontaneously combust, and the will of Hashirama that can subtly change Whitebeard's personality.

The secrets between the two remain a mystery that Yakumo still wants to explore.

Unfortunately, Whitebeard's work in this area is no longer possible to explore.

The two small boats, trailing two-colored flames, sped away and gradually disappeared from the three people's sight without stopping.

This signifies the break between Yakumo and the Whitebeard Pirates.

Marco and Ace, and even the other squad captains, will definitely blame Yakumo for refusing treatment.

You could sense their intense resentment from the tone of their voices as they left.

"Ah, what a pity... our friendship is over." Yakumo sighed softly.

"Mori Masako, do you think my decision is right? If we agree to treat him, it should be able to make the Whitebeard Pirates an ally of the Revolutionary Army."

This was a strange meeting, even somewhat anticlimactic. The Whitebeard Pirates did not get the results they wanted, and Whitebeard's personality was extremely different from what they remembered.

Yakumo looked at the distant sea horizon and asked.

“Your decision is definitely right,” Masako Mori replied matter-of-factly, without the slightest hesitation in her tone.

"Why?" Yakumo asked with a smile.

"Because I'm not familiar with them, and even if those two are unwilling, what can they do... They can't beat you anyway, and as for becoming allies of the Revolutionary Army, there's not much need... We are enough to overthrow the World Government."

Masako Mori thought for a few seconds before answering.

"That makes sense. Oh well... I'm just a passerby anyway."

He could save her, but if he doesn't want to, then he won't!

Yakumo wasn't sure if his choice was right or wrong, but he probably wouldn't regret his decision today.

"Let's plan the schedule for the end of this month and speed up the overall progress."

"Great!"

Masako Mori seemed very happy. This world was quite nice, with all kinds of delicious food, mysterious underwater treasures, and endless battles.

But it's not the ninja world, it's not their home.

This was the first time Mori Masako had been away from home for so long, and she couldn't help but miss Ichiraku Ramen and Yakiniku Q from Konohagakure.

And... her somewhat irresponsible parents, and the baby ball that the two carelessly forgot at home.

These are all the longings in her heart.