Konoha's Mission Master

However, his learning ability surpasses that of Yukotsu Chiyuki. According to the curve in the original work, Kakashi became the Copy Ninja not only because of the Sharingan. After all, the Uchiha clan has many three-tomoe Sharingan, but there is only one Copy Ninja in the ninja world.

Another reason he became the renowned Copy Ninja is his learning ability, which is currently being well stimulated through reflection within the Battle Council.

If techniques are the pieces that make up strength, then other people's pieces are simply stacked in a fixed shape, but Kakashi's pieces can merge in pairs, and are even changing shape at a rapid pace.

Kakashi originally followed the path of Sakumo Hatake to become a master swordsman, but now he is reconstructing the foundation with his own ideas, which is a bold attempt.

This also caused Kakashi's strength to fluctuate greatly; sometimes he would become much stronger, and sometimes he would regress, even falling back to the level of an elite Jonin.

Sometimes, Yakumo would get together and complain about Kakashi.

"You're as bad as a Jonin now."

Kakashi simply rolled his eyes at this, then went back to reorganizing his own swordsmanship.

Of course, Kakashi did not use his Devil Fruit powers during this period of fighting; he relied solely on his swordsmanship and physical strength, because he knew that if he used his Devil Fruit powers, he would crush his enemies.

If you don't find your own limits, you can't break through them.

Kakashi doesn't want to stagnate, so he sets limits for himself during battles, such as not using Devil Fruit abilities or using chakra to amplify his body.

These two limitations push Kakashi to his limits in every battle, while his enemies act like mirrors, reflecting his actions and highlighting his weaknesses, allowing him to push his limits even further.

Yakumo eagerly anticipates the day when Kakashi's strength undergoes a transformation. Of course, such a bold change... also carries the possibility of failure. If it fails, Kakashi's future will become even more uncertain, and he will find it difficult to grasp the direction.

Any change is dangerous, especially a complete overhaul. Success leads to a significant improvement in strength, while failure results in decline.

In recent days, Kakashi's enemies have all been notorious pirates. After each battle, he spends more time thinking, and occasionally he closes his eyes and swings his right hand, as if simulating swinging a sword.

Yakumo couldn't be sure where Kakashi had gone, but he felt that his moves had become lighter and simpler... simplified to varying degrees from his original fixed moves.

The Secret Codex of Hatake. It has been altered beyond recognition.

In the past ten days or so, Yakumo has acquired another fifteen Devil Fruits, mainly Zoan-type, two Paramecia-type, and only one Logia-type.

Of course, Yakumo did not let anyone else know that he extracted Devil Fruits from Blackbeard's reanimated body. He only said that he collected the corpses for research and then secretly sent out shadow clones to deal with them under the cover of night.

During this time, Yakumo encountered many faces that appeared in the original work, including Kid who ate the Magnet-Magnet Fruit. Faced with the fully awakened Devil Fruit, Kakashi was unable to control White Fang properly.

In the end, Yougu Qianxue killed him.

Interestingly, the Nile's sorrow is unaffected by magnetization, as if the weapon repels any force other than its master.

Five days ago, the Free Federation announced through the World Economic News that the Red-Haired Pirates had been annihilated, and the news that Yakumo had taken the lead in eliminating the Red-Haired Pirates also spread quickly.

Yakumo could somewhat understand Dragon's thoughts: through this incident, Yakumo's power could be used to intimidate the Celestial Dragons and indirectly prevent the tragedy of civilians being massacred.

The downside of doing this is that... under Yakumo's influence, the Celestial Dragons might restrain themselves, sever ties with the outside world... and become completely silent, making it even more difficult to find their whereabouts.

Of course, for Yakumo, this was only a slight increase in difficulty, not enough to make him feel pressured. Perhaps this was the confidence that came with his strength.

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Chapter 430 The Clues Disappear

A few more days passed, and Yakumo left Kakashi and the others in the New World to continue dealing with the pirates there, while also helping Kakashi hone his skills.

The entire field of vision was pitch black, which unconsciously instilled a sense of despair. This was the deep sea, a forbidden zone for humans.

All that remained was the sound of rushing water and the roar of a giant sea king's body cutting through the sea. To confirm his guess about the Celestial Dragons' hiding place, Yakumo had been diving underwater for three days.

Shipwreck and jewels, a lot has been found...

Three Devil Fruits were also found.

However, he couldn't find a space similar to Fishman Island, which made Yakumo feel somewhat frustrated and a destructive urge rose in his heart.

Yakumo smiled slightly, his soul energy surging, quickly dispelling the negative emotions in his heart. This feeling was strange, but it also proved that he was still a normal person with his own emotions.

It's not the kind of cold, rational machine.

The breakthrough in his intellectual attributes, while seemingly driving away many negative emotions, actually meant gaining control over them, making him the master of many emotions.

After calming his emotions, Yakumo manipulated the surrounding water flow, creating a propulsion that propelled him swiftly across the seabed. He occasionally encountered coral reefs along the way, but he didn't slow down and crashed into them directly.

His figure moved like a dragon, covering a thousand meters in the blink of an eye.

The soul energy was like a giant net, reflecting everything within a ten-thousand-meter radius into Yakumo's heart, but unfortunately, he still couldn't find any trace of the Celestial Dragons.

That night, Yakumo rose towards the sea like a cannonball, alarming many super-large sea kings along the way. Unfortunately, these kings of the deep sea were once again crushed in terms of speed.

Yakumo casually found a deserted island to rest on.

Light a fire, gut the fish, remove the scales, and make several cuts with a knife... coat it with seasonings, and grill it over the fire.

Suddenly a gentle breeze blew by, brushing aside the stray hairs on Yakumo's forehead, causing the flames on the fire to twist irregularly, like a little person dancing up and down to the rhythm of the wind.

Crackling and popping, occasionally a few sparks flew out.

Under the moonlight, the leaves rustled, casting silvery spots of light on the ground, while the distant sea shimmered.

The scene was beautiful, and it made Yakumo miss Masako Mori a little.

"Pop, pop..."

The Den Den Mushi in Yakumo's arms was singing a cheerful song.

"Hey bro, are you listening?"

As the dragon's deep and powerful voice rang out, Yakumo couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed.

"I'm listening, I'm listening."

"There is an island in the North Blue that was massacred by the Celestial Dragons, and the intelligence department did not find the bodies of young women there."

The dragon's speaking speed remained unchanged, but Yakumo still sensed the anger.

"Are the Celestial Dragons capturing slaves for their own pleasure?"

It was like a weakness delivered to their doorstep. Just when Yakumo was at his wit's end, the Celestial Dragons played such a foolish card.

“I think the same way. How can someone who is used to enjoying life easily get used to a life without being served? This is an opportunity.”

“Yes, this is indeed an opportunity... I'm setting off now.”

"Okay, once we get to Beihai, the intelligence department will be there to provide support. Brother, do everything you can to ensure the safety of those who were kidnapped."

"it is good."

The two immediately ended the call. Yakumo was about to use spatial teleportation to travel quickly when he suddenly smelled the aroma of grilled fish, and his movement abruptly stopped.

"It shouldn't be more than a few minutes off, right?"

Yakumo reached out and gently turned the branch, and the fragrance in the air suddenly became so rich that it was ready to be tasted.

Five minutes later, Yakumo set off.

They traveled tirelessly through the night, without stopping.

Six hours later, they had reached the vicinity of Beihai and, following the method taught by Long, found the head of the intelligence department.

He was a middle-aged, muscular man with short blue hair. Yakumo remembered that his right arm was regenerated from his life cells, which meant... he was a member of the Butterfly Organization.

"Yakumo-sama."

The middle-aged man wore a cloak over his upper body and a blue mask to cover his face. Although he was tall, his figure was completely hidden under the cloak, which added to his mystery.

"The intelligence services have tracked that transport ship, haven't they?"

Looking at the distant azure sea, Yakumo asked softly. Every time he did this, he would feel a sense of awe for the sea, because it was boundless and pure, as if it could encompass everything.

“That’s right, the target is heading towards the calm zone. It seems to have spotted the ship we’re tracking, but it’s not speeding up to shake us off.”

The middle-aged man answered with a hint of respect, and then pointed out the direction of the transport ship to Yakumo.

Yakumo nodded, his expression unchanged.

He continued on his way, his figure constantly shifting and flashing, and in the blink of an eye he had disappeared from the middle-aged man's side.

The latter wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead. Even though he and Yakumo had only had a brief conversation, he still felt a little apprehensive.

An hour later, Yakumo met with the intelligence department, who were sailing freely on the waves in a small steam-powered boat.

With a whoosh, Yakumo landed on the deck of the small boat.

An intelligence officer, shrouded in a cloak and wearing a mask, emerged from the ship's cabin... exuding an aura of villainy.

"Where is he?" Yakumo asked.

"The transport ship has mysteriously disappeared in this area of ​​water."

The leader bowed slightly in response, his voice tinged with a hint of fear, and he took an unnatural half-step back.

Yakumo really wanted to ask, were you serious about taking that half step back?

But he figured the person in front of him wouldn't be able to understand the joke.

"Approximate time, how long ago did it disappear?"

Half an hour.

“Alright, you guys go back the way you came first, leave the rest to me,” Yakumo replied.

He didn't intend to blame the people in front of him. According to Long's analysis, the assassins sent by the Celestial Dragons should be at the Admiral level, while the people in front of him were only at the Vice Admiral level. It was unreasonable for them to try to track down an Admiral.

"clear."

The head of the intelligence department didn't say anything more, and directly turned the ship around and returned along the original route. The steam roared and the ship was moving at high speed, as if it were escaping quickly.

Tracking is something Yakumo isn't very good at, but it's Milkball's specialty, and this time they were lucky to have brought along the tool cat, Milkball.

Yakumo bit his finger, formed a hand seal, and slammed his hands down.

Ink patterns appeared in the air, outlining an unknown magic circle.

White smoke rose, and a fat cat with black and white stripes appeared in front of Yakumo. The surrounding airflow naturally created propulsion, allowing it to float in mid-air.

"Search for any remaining traces of powerful individuals in the surrounding area."

Yakumo gave the order to Milk Ball.

"Meow meow~"

Milkball began to move, its nose slowly twitching as it absorbed the surrounding scents. Yakumo responded to Milkball's movements by moving in response to the change in airflow.