Two Weary Brothers: Why Was There Someone So Outrageously Sociable?!

The heat never subsides, and their mouths hardly stop moving.

Even though the two Geminis remained cold and taciturn throughout, he showed no embarrassment or stage fright, readily finding topics to discuss and becoming ridiculously familiar with the other person.

Aloofness meets passion, taciturnity meets socialite; their destinies are naturally incompatible.

Even the Uchiha Clan's long-cultivated composure was quickly worn down by his relentless bombardment of enthusiasm.

"Wouldn't it be better to rest and recuperate on Spirit Awakening Island? Why go through all this trouble of crossing the sea?" Yakumi turned her head to look at the stern of the ship, her tone calm but unable to hide her helplessness. "It's really unnecessary to travel thousands of miles just for some unconfirmed news."

"You've left out half a sentence," Yaoyu replied softly, her eyes vacant, her whole body exuding a listless and exhausted state.

"He practically dragged us here by begging and pleading."

Both of them felt the same bitterness in their hearts, a bitterness they could not express.

More than a year ago, Natsu inadvertently uncovered an old truth on Origin Island — Sabo Ace's sworn brother whom he had cherished for many years, had not perished in the events of that year.

In that earth-shattering upheaval, Sabo narrowly escaped death, changed his name and joined the Revolutionary Army, and has since been secretly cultivating his skills Four Blues. He has now risen to a high-ranking position within the Revolutionary Army.

However, due to the constraints of the situation, he was never able to appear in public and meet with his brothers.

That simple sentence completely ignited the obsession that Ace had suppressed for many years.

As everyone knows, throughout Ace's life, the people he cared about most and who were most bound to him were his two younger brothers Luffy and Sabo.

Luffy the seas, and news of him is often heard, but Sabo's fate has remained his deepest regret and obsession for many years.

The moment I learned that my sworn brother was still alive, the long-buried feelings in my heart burst forth and could no longer be suppressed.

During his year-long recuperation on Spirit Awakening Island, he appeared to be calmly healing his injuries and calming his mind, but in reality, he was absent-minded every day.

The image of their reunion kept flashing through his mind, but the peaceful days of recuperating on the island couldn't suppress his burning desire to rush to see them again.

Finally, a few days ago, he couldn't hold back any longer.

He set his sights on the most talkative and soft- Yakumi twins in the clan Yaoyu and Yaowei, and began a full-scale campaign of persuasion and cajoling.

Today I mentioned that my injury has healed and I no longer need to rest.

Tomorrow, I will be filled with lingering resentment and restlessness, unable to find peace day and night.

The day after tomorrow, he earnestly pleaded, asking only for a reunion to end half a lifetime of longing.

No matter how cold or steady a Gemini may be, they can't withstand such daily, passionate entanglement, nor can they resist his heavy brotherly affection.

In the end, they had no choice but to put aside all their affairs and compromise by escorting him to the Revolutionary Army Headquarters.

"I really don't know where his energy comes from." Yaoyu sighed softly, unusually speaking a few more words from her heart, "Our clan is used to being calm and composed, but when we're with him, we're always full of passion and energy, and we feel uneasy if we don't make a fuss for a day."

Yakumi nodded slightly, deeply agreeing.

Aloof people are most afraid of noisy and enthusiastic people, and calm people are most afraid of vibrant and passionate people.

Ace alone completely disrupted the two's unchanging routines and mindsets, leaving these two top-tier powerhouses physically and mentally exhausted.

Just as the two were silently complaining, a series of light and quick footsteps came from the stern of the boat.

Ace strode over, his short, dark hair gently tossed by the salty sea breeze, his eyes shining brightly, brimming with anticipation and excitement.

After more than half a year of careful recuperation, all the old wounds left by his past battles have healed. His breath is full, long, steady, and profound. He has shed the impetuousness and recklessness of his early years and gained a more mature and reserved demeanor from the years.

Only that sincere and passionate spirit etched into his bones remains unchanged, still vibrant and burning.

"Are we almost there?!"

He rushed to the ship's side, stood on tiptoe, and strained to look at the distant, hazy land. His voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement, and even the end of his words trembled slightly.

That gray and desolate island, devoid of lush forests and bustling harbors, hangs forlornly on the sea, utterly unremarkable.

But in Ace's eyes, this was the most precious and anticipated land in the entire ocean.

Because his brother, whom he had been separated from for more than ten years, was here.

"The coordinates on the nautical chart are correct; this is Baltigo." Yaoyu, having recovered from his exhaustion, spoke in his usual cool and composed tone.

"The Revolutionary Army's deepest hidden headquarters is impossible for ordinary naval forces and pirates to find; even official nautical charts do not fully mark this island."

"Finally... I'm finally going to see Sabo..."

Ace murmured softly, his gaze fixed on the distant White Earth Island, his eyes churning with turbulent emotions.

Years of accumulated anticipation, anxiety, worry, and guilt intertwined, burning a hot sensation in my chest.

The vows made in his youth—the sworn brotherhood over three cups of wine, the oath to sail the seas in pursuit of dreams—the misunderstanding that led to their eternal separation, the tireless longing and yearning over the years... countless fragmented images flashed rapidly through his mind, leaving him deeply troubled.

Yakumi glanced at his overt enthusiasm and apprehension, remained silent for a moment, and then whispered, "We're only responsible for escorting you to the island and ensuring your safety throughout. You're responsible for handling the rest."

The Uchiha Clan is ultimately an external force and it is inconvenient for them to interfere in the internal affairs of the Revolutionary Army.

This escort mission across the sea was entirely out of consideration for his friendship with Ace.

"I understand! Thank you so much!"

Ace suddenly turned his head, his eyebrows curving into a bright and sincere smile, his passionate aura overwhelming, making it impossible for anyone to remain indifferent.

Seeing him instantly revived and full of energy, Yaoyu and Yakumi exchanged a glance and sighed silently, their eyes reflecting the same exhaustion and helplessness.

Outsiders will probably never know that two top-tier Uchiha fighters, who have spent years walking in the shadows and are accustomed to silence and coldness, were kept by a hot-blooded young man who chattered and fed them enthusiastically the whole way.

The speedboat gradually slowed down and steadily approached the shallow dock.

Grayish-white dust swept in, obscuring the surrounding view.

In the distance, amidst the desolate white earthen wilderness, the outlines of concealed barracks and fortifications, as well as buildings arranged in a staggered pattern, can be vaguely seen. Several upright Revolutionary Army soldiers are patrolling back and forth, orderly yet subtly displaying their strength.

The island appears desolate and lifeless, but in reality, it is rife with undercurrents and fortified defenses.

Ace's gaze had already pierced through layers of sand and dust, sweeping over every figure and every corner.

My heart and eyes are filled with nothing but a familiar figure I haven't seen for over a decade.

Overcoming mountains and seas, enduring years of separation.

This long-awaited reunion between brothers is finally within reach.