Konoha's Mission Master

Over the next ten days or so, Yakumo began to actively stimulate the activation progress of the Illusionary Bird Fruit. When the activation rate reached 33%, Mori Masako experienced her first Nirvana, which she passed through smoothly without any difficulty.

When the activation level reached 66%, the second rebirth of the Illusionary Bird Fruit arrived on time. Although there were some twists and turns, the problem was not too serious.

A few days later, Yakumo increased the activation level to 99%. The two-colored flames boiled and mixed, burning his body. His skin became extremely dry at an extremely fast speed, and even his internal organs caught fire.

Although this time it was dangerous... everything was under Yakumo's control, and Mori Masako got through it very smoothly.

Yakumo suddenly realized that the last one percent of the Illusionary Bird Fruit actually represented... the Fourth Nirvana.

This is... a potentially deadly threat.

A few days later, Yakumo took Masako Mori to the deep sea, intending to activate the final one percent in this environment. The presence of the surrounding seawater would inevitably directly affect the power of the Fourth Nirvana Flame.

Two-colored flames rose up, and at the same time, Masako Mori manipulated the Heavenly Emperor's chant. The three flames erupted fiercely with themselves as the battlefield, while Yakumo used his own soul energy to wrap and suppress the will of the Illusionary Bird!

In this way, Masako Mori can focus on fighting the dual-colored flames, using the flames she manipulates to combat and suppress them, and concentrate on dealing with the changes in her body...

The method that Yakumo came up with minimized the danger of Nirvana, and as long as he was there... he could suppress everything with his soul energy when necessary, directly reducing the risk to the minimum.

As time passed, Mori Masako's withered skin gradually regained its luster, and the flames burning within her body were suppressed by the golden flames. The Emperor's Lament unleashed a remarkably powerful effect.

Half an hour later, Masako Mori opened her eyes, her aura becoming even stronger, seemingly reaching the peak of the Emperor level.

After resting for two hours, Masako Mori recovered. For safety reasons, Yakumo only released fifty percent of the animal will of the Phantom Colored Bird and carefully observed from the side.

The battle of wills is inherently extremely dangerous...

Half an hour later, Masako Mori won.

Yakumo immediately unsealed fifty percent of the remaining will and repeated the process... After several cycles, the animal will of the Illusionary Colored Bird was completely obliterated.

Masako Mori's strength has already reached the peak of the Emperor level.

If we were to apply the power system of the ninja world, it would be equivalent to a half-step Six Paths level, a powerful force above many Kage-level beings.

Over the next two weeks, Yakumo helped Shyvana achieve the Super Awakening of her Devil Fruit, raising her strength to above the Emperor level. Thus, Yakumo had achieved all her goals in the One Piece world.

The group began preparing to leave.

First, prepare a large amount of sea monster meat chunks. This type of meat has a very even ratio of fat to lean meat, and the lean meat also contains white marbling. It only needs to be simply grilled to become delicious.

Secondly... there are all sorts of strangely shaped fruit seeds. With Yakumo's current mastery of Wood Release, he can make a seed bloom and bear fruit within ten minutes simply by holding it in his hand.

After completing all the preparations, Yakumo headed to Mary Geoise.

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Chapter 402 Return, The Final Conversation

Mary Geoise Pangoal City Conference Room.

Yakumo appeared directly in the conference room via spatial teleportation. Sabo was reporting the current state of the world to Dragon. The two greeted Yakumo and then lowered their heads to work on the documents in their hands again.

The desk was piled high with documents. Sabo bore faint marks of injury and looked slightly pale, but with the Revolutionary Army about to be reorganized, he had to work on the front lines.

Many pirate forces were directly purged and suppressed in Impel Down, and 80% of the New World has fallen under the control of the Revolutionary Army. The oppressed civilians yearn for a free world, and a single spark can start a prairie fire.

The first half of the Grand Line has been taken over by the Navy. Due to the Navy's overwhelming advantage over pirate ships in both speed and sturdiness, coupled with the gap in top-tier combat power, the Navy's warships have been able to completely dominate the pirate ships.

The four seas have basically all fallen into the hands of the Revolutionary Army. Only the Grand Line still has a few remaining pirates, but they are being wiped out by the Revolutionary Army's forces.

The cells in Impel Down were already overflowing during this time; Magellan had only taken a nap when the situation outside changed drastically...

Yakumo sat quietly on the sofa, waiting patiently.

The meeting room was quiet. Sabo and Long spoke softly, and occasionally intelligence personnel would come and go with documents, adding depth to the intelligence mountain, but without breaking the quiet atmosphere.

Ryu pressed the bell beside him, and soon a servant carrying snacks and black tea entered the conference room and placed some simple pastries on the table next to Yakumo.

The cakes and pastries were simple, with very little cream and a touch of sweetness. Most importantly, the black tea was actually iced tea.

Yakumo ate some snacks and drank some chilled black tea. The tea was very cold, with a faint milky aroma and a subtle sandalwood scent in the air.

About an hour later, Sabo finished his report and gave Yakumo a brief greeting.

Yakumo gestured for him to sit next to him.

"You have an injury, right? Let me treat it for you so it doesn't become a chronic condition."

Yakumo's hands emitted azure life light as he pressed them against Sabo's chest through his clothes, his soul energy examining the wound like a microscope.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury."

Sabo smiled and said nonchalantly that they were now only a hair's breadth away from the Revolutionary Army's plan, and everyone from top to bottom had inexhaustible energy.

"It's a minor injury, two broken ribs and some blood clots in the lungs."

Yakumo nodded. The physiques of the strong in the pirate world are all monstrous. Such an injury would be fatal to an ordinary person, but on Sabo, it can only be considered a minor injury.

"Although the self can heal, it is easy to leave lasting health problems."

The azure light perfectly mended the broken ribs, while simultaneously using a delicate extraction technique to drain the stagnant blood from the lungs into a trash can in the corner.

The whole process takes no more than five minutes.

Next, Yakumo used his Life Mastery ability to heal Sabo's internal injuries, restoring his vitality.

"Thank you, Lord Yakumo!"

After the treatment, Sabo felt as if he had been reborn, and his mind was filled with the experience of working overtime for three consecutive days and nights.

"It's nothing, we're friends."

Yakumo waved his hand and said casually.

A few years ago, this level of treatment would have required 80% of his chakra, but now it only requires about 5% to cure him. This is the change in his strength.

Sabo thanked Yakumo a few more times, his expression gradually becoming excited, and he quickly pushed open the door to leave... thoughtfully closing the door behind him before leaving.

The light, cheerful tone faded into the distance until it was finally barely audible.

Ryu stood up from behind the spacious desk and sat down opposite Yakumo, rubbing his temples wearily with his right hand.

"Good brother, now I finally understand why the Celestial Dragons need five people to manage the world."

"Why?" Yakumo asked, somewhat curiously.

"Because one person would be exhausted."

"Haha."

Yakumo chuckled softly. His hair was disheveled, and he had thick dark circles under his eyes, which were bloodshot.

It felt like I'd been working overtime for three days and three nights straight.

However, Yakumo speculated that Ryu's overtime work lasted far more than three days.

"Do you really think that dividing power would lead to internal strife?"

Ryu reopened his eyes, looking at Yakumo with hopeful eyes. He had been pondering this question for a long time, but had not come to an answer.

Currently, the Revolutionary Army is in an excellent position. The Celestial Dragons are hiding in the shadows and show no signs of causing trouble. Many powerful individuals have also come to join the Revolutionary Army.

This also led to a significant increase in the dragon's workload.

Gradually, he began to think about asking others for help, and he delegated some of the documents he needed to process to others.

"Well, I don't know."

Yakumo took two sips of black tea and replied that the question Ryu asked was beyond his knowledge; after all, he was just an ordinary person and had no idea how to govern a country.

"Hey..."

Long sighed deeply, gazing at the incomparably solemn and luxurious conference room, feeling no joy, only profound exhaustion.

"At the pinnacle of power, the king of the world... isn't that good?"

The conference room is about ten meters high. Looking up, you can see a gray-white dome carved with a huge flower pattern. At the center of the flower are eighteen bright electric lights, emitting a pure white light.

"No...not good at all, I'm already planning to retire."

Long rubbed his cheeks with both hands, temporarily regaining some clarity, but his eyes still showed an almost indelible weariness.

"The revolutionary army needs you."

"Of course I know."

Long replied listlessly. He no longer possessed the ambition he once had, nor did he seem to have the same fervent desire to conquer the world. He was more like a corporate slave who had been crushed by work and had been relegated to a life of leisure.

“If I had to say, Sabo is not bad,” Yakumo said.

"I also plan to have Sabo help me cover some of the costs..."

Dragon nodded. Yakumo's words coincided with his plan. Sabo was the successor he had chosen. Sabo had compassion for the weak, anger at injustice and oppression, and dared to throw punches at the strong.

"Reed... what do you think?"

After a few seconds, Long asked, "Although there are many strong members in the Revolutionary Army, there are very few who can be entrusted with important responsibilities. In particular, these people cannot be too simple; they must have wisdom, a broad perspective, strategic thinking, and even ruthlessness."

"Well, don't you think so?"

Yakumo took a sip of the iced black tea, feeling a refreshing coolness... After placing the teacup on the table, he continued.

"I feel like he's like you used to be—calm, reliable, and wise."

Ryu was somewhat stunned upon hearing this. He hadn't expected Yakumo to give Reid such a high evaluation. After all, Reid was in charge of the Judgment Organization and rarely appeared in front of him. He only contacted Reid through Den Den Mushi, which meant he had fewer opportunities to observe him.

But he also knew that what Yakumo said was absolutely true.

There must be many qualities in Reed.

“In that case, Reed is worth developing, but he lacks ambition.”

The dragon stroked its beard with its right hand, assuming a thoughtful posture.

"Perhaps... he's just hiding his ambition?"

Yakumo suddenly asked a question in return, while staring intently at the dragon.

"I need time to observe, so I'll have Sabo help out for now."

Long quickly made up his mind. With his current physical condition, he should be able to live for several more decades without any problem. He still had plenty of time to slowly find an heir.

"I'm leaving," Yakumo said softly.