"Raphael, we meet again."
With fierce winds howling across the rooftop, Yang Bo patted the stone ledge beside him, inviting them to sit.
Raphael hesitated for a second, then stepped forward and said respectfully, "We meet again, sir."
Leonardo gave Raphael a surprised look and asked, "Raphael, you know him?"
"He's the one who saved Master Splinter."
The other three turtles' expressions instantly changed. Leonardo, their leader, put his twin swords behind his back. Pointing blades at their benefactor was deeply disrespectful.
"Thank you for helping our master."
Yang Bo smiled. "You're welcome. Have a seat first."
This time, they didn't refuse and sat beside Yang Bo. Donatello seemed particularly excited. His eyes shone as he gazed at Yang Bo, clutching his staff with an eager, inquisitive expression. "Sir, how did you heal Master Splinter?"
"His injuries healed in such a short time. It was a miracle."
Leonardo sternly scolded him:
"Shut up, Donnie!"
As far as he was concerned, abilities like that were closely guarded secrets, perhaps even strictly confidential. Casually asking someone about such secrets was going much too far.
Yang Bo handed each turtle a few slices of watermelon. Seeing Donatello draw his neck in with an aggrieved expression, he almost burst out laughing.
So this is what a turtle hiding its head looks like?
Although the fully mutated Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles couldn't pull their heads all the way into their shells, getting them halfway in was no problem.
"All right, no need for that. I like dealing with straightforward people like Donnie."
"What I use is magic, not a miracle."
Yang Bo took out the Scepter and cast Sacred Pool of Life on each of them. Feeling the sensations flowing through his body and seeing the heartwarming light, Donatello's eyes nearly popped out of their