Konoha's Uchiha has a monster in his body

Chapter 149 The pull of the new world

Author: Sugar-fried Chestnut Anthracene

Chapter 149 The pull of the new world

None of his sons were particularly outstanding. Once Whitebeard died.

A large number of these sons will definitely die while fighting for territory, even if he is no longer around by then.

But he still hoped that the surviving children could slowly and steadily age and reach the end of their physical lives.

"What do you mean? Do you want to threaten me? Threaten me with my son?"

The space began to vibrate slightly, and Crescent Moon's beard began to tremble in rage.

But in the eyes of Yuji Uchiha's Mangekyō Sharingan, the old man in front of him didn't have the anger he showed at all.

There was more sadness than anger, filling the old man's body.

"You can take it as a warning. Of course, if you want to take it as a threat, that's okay. After all, even if it's a threat, what can you do?"

"Are you going to gamble all your sons' lives with me?" Uchiha Yuji crossed his hands and raised his head proudly.

But because of his height, it doesn't give Whitebeard a feeling of indifference.

Uchiha Yuji told the truth, but for Whitebeard, what he said was a real attack on Whitebeard.

"What do you want to do?"

"Speak out your purpose."

Whitebeard felt that the hand holding the naginata was particularly weak today, even though the muscles were swollen to the limit, making the arm thicker than Uchiha Yuji's waist.

It was obviously one of the most powerful knives capable of cutting through mountains with one blow, but at this moment it seemed like it had become a toy knife, unable to even cut a small piece of tofu.

"World government is a thing of the past. I will be the next one to rule the world." Yuji Uchiha said calmly.

"The previous wanted order can naturally be cancelled."

Regarding the bounty policy of the previous world government, Yuji Uchiha just wanted to complain silently: "Idiot".

Without much proof, sometimes a word from the branch can turn someone into a pirate.

Knowing that his military strength is not sufficient, he still messes around, and he can only bear the final bitterness.

"But I don't care about trivial matters like management, so I plan to cut through the mess quickly and get rid of the more powerful disobedient guys, and then let my subordinates manage the world honestly."

"The situation may not be like it is now."

You don't care about trivial matters! You simply don't want to do any trivial things!

Whitebeard wanted to complain, but he didn't say it. He just lowered his head slightly, "So why did you choose me?"

"Of the four emperors, Whitebeard, you are the easiest to convince, and you are also a very orderly person in the camp." Yuji Uchiha answered naturally.

"And I think more highly of you than those lunatics."

"If the doctor cures your body, I think you wouldn't mind trying your best to eliminate the source of chaos in the world for the sake of your grandchildren, right?"

Pirates who live with their heads in the air generally don't care about the future.

But Whitebeard is obviously not that kind of brainless pirate. He has his own cherished things.

"..." Whitebeard was silent, his heart constantly wavering.

Just then a voice suddenly sounded.

"Dad! Do we really want to join this new government?" A big hand suddenly grabbed the corner of Whitebeard's clothes.

After Whitebeard lowered his head, what he saw was a small hat with a cry and a smile. The cheeks under the hat were covered with freckles. It was Ace.

"Ace." Whitebeard called his name softly.

"Ace! You bastard!" Garp's voice was obviously much more arrogant and rude, and his fists were clenched together instantly.

He was so angry now that he wanted to suddenly rush out and punch Ace, his dear grandson.

After being specially trained by Garp when he was young, Ace has an indescribable restraint on Garp.

It's like carrying countless thorns and wrapping them into a caterpillar. Even in a small space, how can you react quickly?

Ace quickly hid behind Whitebeard.

Whitebeard also pointed the naginata at Garp very wisely.

He can't beat Yuji Uchiha, but he can beat you like a Garp?

He knew Ace's true identity, and he knew that one day in the future, if Ace's identity was exposed, no one would be able to protect him except him.

This is what I thought in the past.

But now, there is no world government. Even if it is a new government, it is probably the same fear of the Pirate King.

At that time, his classmates had already integrated into the new era. Without his companions, even if Ace's strength grew rapidly, he would never be a match for Uchiha Yuji.

When Whitebeard was preparing to fight at any time, Uchiha Yuji continued.

"Ace is Gol D. Roger's son, is that the reason?" Yuji Uchiha said with a chuckle.

But his smile always seemed to have a hint of ridicule.

"It doesn't matter. No matter whose son it is, what wrong things his father did have to do with him?"

"Ace, you have never seen your father since you were born, right?"

"I only have one father! That's Dad! That's Whitebeard!" Ace was extremely excited. It was obvious that One Piece was a hurdle in his heart.

Some pirates who originally had hatred against Roger, after hearing Uchiha Yuji's words and seeing Ace's expression, they silently gave up their previous grudges.

No matter who his father is.

To them, Ace is Ace!

"But there is one thing I need to remind you again, Whitebeard."

Whitebeard raised his chest slightly, "Go on, arrogant boy."

"You can't blame your father for the mistakes you made." Uchiha Yuji continued.

"No one is afraid of death, and the sins committed by those who were evil in the past will not disappear."

Whitebeard frowned, do you mean that all my vicious sons will be killed by you?

"What do you mean?"

"They were not trustworthy in the past, but with you here, we can make up for our mistakes with voluntary labor."

The conditions mentioned by Uchiha Yuji undoubtedly touched Whitebeard's heart again.

And his trust in him made Whitebeard quite recognized by him.

The mutual recognition between men and the concern for their families.

The power that was enough to overturn the world has now turned into a soft thing.

There is no need to fight to the death, to be able to drink happily with the family, to be able to leave surrounded by the family at the end of life, this is the last dream of an [ordinary] old man.

Tomorrow is a new world

(End of chapter)