Konoha's task master

"Don't panic, Blackbeard is dead and Beehive Island is not a big problem."

"What, Blackbeard..."

Before Maggie could finish speaking, Yakumo interrupted directly.

"Set off!

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The dark green boat gradually began to speed up like a cannonball, and the water on both sides was pushed up high by the impact.

Maggie closed her eyes weakly. She always felt that she was on a pirate ship. It was too risky for four people to brave the Hive Pirate Island.

Is there any difference between this and committing suicide...!?

No!

"Blackbeard and the Eight Captains are dead. Although there are still other pirates gathered in the hive, it is not a big problem for us."

Masako Mori noticed Maggie's thoughts and explained.

"There are at least 20,000 pirates on Pirate Island."

Maggie hugged her legs with both hands, her body was very soft, curled up like a frightened kitten.

Pirate Island Beehive is a paradise for pirates. It is equivalent to Blackbeard’s own maritime kingdom. It is also a platform for free trade of chaotic and evil pirates. In addition to Blackbeard’s ten ships, there are other powerful pirates who are rampant in the new world.

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It is also the headquarters and recruitment office of the Blackbeard Pirates.

After recovering from a broken leg... Maggie thought she had a brilliant future and would sacrifice her life for her ideals, but she didn't expect that her first mission would be such a hellish level of difficulty.

"So many pirates...are guilty." Yakumo sighed softly.

In fact, the number of pirates around 20,000 is not an exaggeration at all.

There are seventeen divisions in the Whitebeard Pirates. Each division has several combat teams. Counting the logistics teams, there are about five thousand people.

Kaido's army, built with synthetic Devil Fruits, has more than 10,000 combat units.

In the past, Bigumam was a territory belonging to all nations, and the total number of combatants was more than 10,000.

The Four Emperors are more like the princes and kings entrenched in the New World, and the World Government is the crumbling political power.

"That's right, let the light of justice descend on Beehive Island."

Masako Mori said excitedly.

“That’s 20,000…pirates!

"Maggie still had some doubts.

"If you can't fight, just run away. They can't catch up." Yakumo said directly.

"This..." Maggie lowered her head. She actually had something in her mind. She didn't know whether to say it or not. With the blessing of the Devil Fruit, her speed was comparable to that of the top lieutenant generals, but there was still a gap between Yakumo and the others.

If she was surrounded and killed, she would probably... just die.

"Don't worry, we will protect you." Yakumo said.

"I'm... not worried at all." Maggie showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and she was ready to give her life in her heart.

The top of the cabin turned into a wooden board to block the sunlight and the environment became slightly dark. Masako Mori and Qianxue Sangou leaned against the wall and slowly fell asleep.

In the previous battle, both of them had consumed a lot of energy, and now they finally relaxed and fell asleep so quickly.

Yakumo formed seals with his hands, and azure blue light emitted, eventually forming a ball the size of a basketball. As the layers of sealing techniques were applied, the blue light group continued to compress, and finally became the size of a table tennis ball.

This is a healing light ball.

After the life source energy is filled, Yakumo will spend time creating a healing light ball. After all, this thing can change the outcome of the battle to some extent.

In more than a month, with his hard work, he already had a stock of seventy pieces. After making two this time, Yakumo closed his eyes and restored his life energy.

A few hours passed, and it was evening. Yakumo needed to prepare dinner. After all, Qianyuki and Masako Mori were already asleep, so this task fell on him.

Yakumo quietly stood up and moved the partition board. After he came to the outside world, he made a deck with his hands and used resin to construct a transparent barrier.

Place the kitchen utensils on the deck and light the fire.

Yakumo planned to make Neptune meat stewed with fungus and tomatoes. This dish was inspired by beef brisket stewed with tomatoes, which was his favorite dish in his previous life.

According to the steps, you need to first put the Neptune meat pieces in a large pot until soft and then add tomatoes and fungus for the second stew.

Carefully control the fire, add various seasonings, and use ventilation ducts to discharge the smoke and dust produced by burning wood to a distance.

Not long after, footsteps were heard on the deck, very light.

Maggie came to the deck from buying partition boards. She originally planned to take a nap, but when she thought about her fate next, it was difficult to maintain her inner peace, so she planned to come to the deck to get some fresh air.

But she soon froze in place, because through the barrier, she saw white clouds that looked like marshmallows.

During the time she closed her eyes, the ship reached an altitude of 10,000 meters. Under the protection of the transparent barrier, she was not even aware of any shaking or abnormal noise.

"Don't scream, don't disturb their sleep."

While Maggie was stunned, Yakumo had quietly appeared beside her and reminded her loudly.

"oh oh..."

Maggie nodded, quietly thinking that Blackbeard had died in Yakumo's hands. He had continuously killed strong men with emperor-level combat power. Being able to fly didn't seem to be a big deal...

Is it really no big deal?

Maggie convinces herself of failure.

"Oh my gosh, why the hell is he flying?"

At this moment, she felt like she knew a secret about Yakumo.

"They won't be silenced, right?" Maggie thought to herself.

"Since you can't sleep, just help me keep an eye on the fire while I steam rice and make a fruit platter." Yakumo said.

"Sir, are you preparing dinner?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Ah, hahaha, it's obvious."

Maggie just didn't expect that Yakumo would prepare the meals himself.

"You can't understand?"

"Yes, Yakumo-sama is a person who wants to do big things. Even if he has time, he should be working hard to improve his strength, or verify the feasibility of the next plan through calculations... he should not have time to prepare meals."

When Maggie said this, she was thinking of Monkey D. Long. From the time she met him... she had never seen the leader prepare meals. After all, the leader's time... should be used on various important matters.

decision making.

"Preparing dinner is a big deal in my mind."

Yakumo used chakra to create water and washed the plump rice. This kind of rice was also found on the giant island. Each rice grain is the size of a long quail egg.

"Isn't it a big deal to destroy the Pirate Island Beehive?" Maggie asked.

"It doesn't count."

Yakumo shook his head and answered, focusing more on washing the rice in front of him, washing away all the fine dust and parasites.

"No, there's no plan, right?"

"Do you need a plan?" Yakumo asked.

"Actively attack, if you can't defeat...just take off, get out of the enemy's attack range, and wait for the next opportunity to attack."

Maggie was stunned and followed Yakumo's train of thought to analyze. They seemed to be invincible. Flying at high altitudes in the entire sea was indeed a very incredible ability.

According to the intelligence of the Revolutionary Army, only the Golden Lion, the owner of the Piao Piao Fruit, can reach a height of tens of thousands of meters.

Could it be that...Yakumo-sama's fruit power is the Piaopiao Fruit?

Maggie quickly shook her head, but she also fell into a brainstorm, and the wood under the iron pot gradually burned out as time went by.

"Remember to take care of the flames," Yakumo said.

"Ouch, okay." Maggie's eyes became brighter. After learning that Yakumo had mastered the method of flying, she no longer worried about the possible dangers that might arise next.

Anyway, the enemy can't catch up.

Maggie's smile gradually became unbridled.

Yakumo sensed the change in Maggie's mood and did not react in any way. He reached out to light the charcoal fire, heated the iron plate, and began to fry the Neptune meat, and finally sprinkled the carefully prepared ingredients.

"It's really hard for me to understand that a strong person like you would spend so much time preparing meals."

Maggie asked again when she saw Yakumo preparing the food very seriously.

"Perhaps I am not a strong man, but an ordinary person."

Yakumo answered without raising his head.

"Haha, ordinary people..." Maggie complained in her heart.

The conversation between the two ended here. When Yakumo stood up to prepare the fruit plate, Qianxue walked out of the cabin and took the initiative to take over Yakumo's work.

Seeing this, Yakumo took out the ninjutsu scroll and started repeating

This is the scroll of the Flying Thunder God Technique. He has repeated it hundreds of times, but he still can't find the feeling that what is written on the scroll resonates with the space.

This ninjutsu involves superficial changes in space.

Although the Flying Thunder God Technique has a very limited effect on improving Yakumo's strength, it is a very good auxiliary skill. If combined with the ability of Masako Mori's Mangekyou Sharingan, it can produce unexpected effects.

But what kind of energy is space?

Or...what is space.

Yakumo concentrated on imagining the state of Namikaze Minato using the Flying Thunder God Jutsu, throwing the Flying Thunder God...and then, what?

"Don't let go of anything."

The scene in his mind continued to become slower and more detailed, and details that had been ignored by Yakumo in the past began to appear.

Linking space requires a medium, and the medium is...Chakra.

Before Namikaze Minato used the Flying Thunder God Jutsu, his chakra had dissipated in the air. Now Yakumo discovered that it was not dissipated... but formed some resonance with the space, consuming part of the chakra.

So, the first step is for chakra to spread outward.

Yakumo closed his eyes, removed the chakra's nature changes, and spread it into the space in the most primitive way.

But... the miracle did not happen, and he no longer felt the feeling recorded on the scroll.

"Phew, immortal mode."

When he entered immortal mode, his sense of space increased, and he could faintly feel some invisible energy moving slowly in the virtual space.

So...could this energy be the veins of space?

Not enough, this kind of perception is too immature.

I had a vague realization, but there was still a thin veil between me.

"The Eye of the Soul."

The changes in energy in the space are clearer, as if the veil is being slowly removed, but the removal speed is very slow.

Yakumo quickly eliminated the distracting thoughts in his mind, abandoning any other emotions except perceiving space, and even stopped being wary of his surroundings.

Things and me are forgotten.

Immerse yourself in the context and flow of space.

Half an hour later, Yakumo opened his eyes, unable to catch the fleeting inspiration. The practice of the Flying Thunder God Technique... failed again.

"That's it for now, let's eat first."

With Maggie's help, Yougu Qianxue has already prepared dinner, including two feasts made of Neptune meat, a large silver fish about one meter long that was simply grilled over charcoal, and an after-dinner fruit platter.

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Masako Mori also walked out of the cabin. First she was surprised by her current location, and then her attention was attracted by the dinner.

The four of them started to wolf down their dinner, their mouths full of grease. In the end, only the bones of the big fish were eaten.

After the meal... Yakumo held Masako Mori and flew in the air, while Qianxue Qianyuki was responsible for clearing the tableware, and then started practicing sword skills on the deck.

Only Maggie seemed to be doing nothing, squatting behind a chair and reading a book. The book was borrowed from Qianxue Qianxue, a book about the history of pirates.

Half an hour later, Yakumo returned to the dark green airship and continued towards the target pirate island, the Hive.

The four people returned to the cabin, and the partition board was raised. The board on the top of the cabin became transparent, and one could see the vast stars, as well as the occasional pale gray clouds that drifted by. Under the illumination of the starlight, they had an extra layer of silver.

After a while, everyone fell asleep one after another.

Yakumo sat cross-legged, thinking about the practice of the Flying Thunder God Technique, recalling in his mind the slightest change in Namikaze Minato's use.

"Sage Mode."

"The Eye of the Soul."

Yakumo re-entered the high-speed learning mode, his thoughts were pure as never before, and he devoted all his energy to learning the flying thunder god technique.

From imitation to perception.

Space is not a normal state, but energy that flows. It is precisely because of this flow that... distance changes.

Therefore, space requires active integration rather than mastery.

If you try to dominate the space, you will become farther and farther away from the space, just like your palm cannot grasp the flowing water.

Feeling, how to feel.

Yakumo's heart was full of enlightenment, but he couldn't grasp it.

What are the spiritual qualities of Namikaze Minato?

This is a question to think about.

Simple and pure...innocent heart.

This is what he needs to learn.

Yakumo seemed to understand how to learn the Flying Thunder God Technique. He slowly withdrew the chakra outside his body, cleared his mind... and made his mind clear and transparent.

Chakra naturally diffuses, not for search, but simply... without any purpose... spreading.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock, as time goes by, Yakumo's heart becomes clearer and clearer.

Finally, after half an hour...

The chakra outside Yakumo's body hit something, or rather... hit the veins of space, or it could be the breath of space.

In short, when the two merged, Yakumo immediately confirmed that he had mastered the art of Flying Thunder God. Is this the description of the space recorded in the scroll?

Yakumo has already completed the resonance between his body and space. He only needs to find the location and landmarks, which means he has completely mastered the art of Flying Thunder God.

But he didn't need to take the second step.

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Introduction to Flying Thunder God 0/800 "Acceleration"

The time to continue improving has arrived!

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"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.

Regarding this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possess the memory of the previous life.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.

There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.