MHA Hero Time Ch 340 : Missing Kanjuro (Patreon)

Kanjuro was missing.

No one knew where he went, but no one seemed to have seen him after Kaido’s rampage.

‘And no one will,’ Yuta thought to himself with a smile on his face.

‘Anti-Bully Provision 99… the very second to last of the provisions on my long, unused anti-bully guidelines, which I honestly hardly ever got to use.

It was the last provision since the higher the number, the more serious the action taken.

And 99 stands for Kidnapped and Silenced…’

Beyond this, it was outright war—something no one would have liked to see, especially him back in the days when he was quirkless, weak, and pretty powerless.

While he never used any of those provisions past 33—which only went as far as causing accidental injuries to hospitalize the bullies or somehow making sure they didn’t come to school—the guidebook he once thought would be useless to him came in handy now.

‘Seems everything’s got its use, doesn’t it,’ he mused.

With Kanjuro out of the picture, there would be no one feeding intel to the Kurozumi. The alliance members seemed down and worried about their “very trusted” friend going missing, but Yuta was sure it wouldn’t last for long.

Not like they had any other option about it—Kanjuro was gone now.

‘While I might be a hero, I’m no newcomer to killing. I have killed when times needed me to, and I intend to do it in the future as well,’ Yuta let out a sigh.

"Hey, Yuta, why are you ignoring me? Come on, tell us already, how come you hit Kaido?" Luffy shouted, annoyed at losing so badly against that dragon, while Yuta—who was actually a few years younger than him—came out on top so easily.

Well, if only he was conscious to see the entire fight, Yuta by no means would say he came out on top, let alone easily.

"Yes, Yuta was awesome! He fought Kaido on equal footing—almost beat him!" Chopper’s eyes sparkled with awe, recalling the battle.

The little reindeer was currently healing both himself and Luffy, who was still grumbling.

Law was also there—apparently, the guy had been shot by a Sea-Stone nail from Hawkins.

He too looked interested in knowing how Yuta managed to bypass Kaido’s almost impenetrable defense.

"It’s called Ryou… or Internal Destruction," Yuta didn’t mind explaining; if anything, he’d prefer if Luffy learned it.

"It’s an application of Armament Haki. Here, let me show you." Yuta covered his finger with Armament Haki and flicked it at Luffy’s shoulder.

"Ahaaaa! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

Immense pain rang through Luffy’s shoulder, and he started jumping like a monkey whose balls had just been stepped on.

"What was that for?" he asked irritably.

"To show you how important that technique of Haki is. Remember that feeling—you’re gonna need it if you wish to beat Kaido." Yuta just shrugged, not caring much about the boy’s pain.

He had faced far worse during his training, so why not let the protagonist feel a bit of it too? It’s only fair, right?

"You want to learn it as well?" Yuta turned to Law, finger already ready with Armament Haki.

"No thanks, I’ll pass." Law was quick enough to leave the room entirely before Yuta could flick his finger again.

‘Tch, he’s no fun.’

"Anyways, do you wish to learn this technique or what?" Yuta faced Luffy seriously.

"Hell I do! I’m gonna beat Kaido’s ass!" Irritable but still determined, Luffy nodded in confirmation.

"Good, then go ask Maki to teach you."

"Eh! You’re not gonna teach me?" He looked like he heard it wrong.

"Nope. I got better things to do."

"Then why did you hit me?" He complained, almost like a kicked puppy.

"How else would you know how important this technique is to beat Kaido?"

"Ahhhh… I’ll get you for this, you know!"

"We’ll see." Yuta shrugged, not interested in bickering with him.

…

Leaving Luffy in Maki’s capable yet irritated hands—for dumping the dumbest dum-dum on her lap to train—Yuta left the hidden hideout for Udon.

The team needed men, and the only way to do that was by gathering the remaining free samurai who were willing to fight for Wano and the Kozuki name, and freeing those already imprisoned for attempting the same before.

That meant going to Udon, the prison of Wano. Kaido had many imprisoned there, and the rebellion would need their help.

And thus, he did exactly that.

Leaving the hideout, he crept along the outer wall of Udon Prison, watching guards march in pairs. The place looked like a fortress—high stone walls, watchtowers, and the smell of sweat and iron in the air. He turned to Maki, who stood beside him, ready and calm.

"We can’t just smash the gate," Law said. "Too many reinforcements. If we rush in, they’ll kill the prisoners to stop a riot."

He brought Law just in case.

Yuta nodded. "Right. Plan A: sneak inside, find the men who actually want to fight for Wano, convince them, then break them out quietly. Less blood, more chaos for Kaido later."

Law snorted. "Don’t be so optimistic. Do you really think after so many years of imprisonment they’ll be willing to fight just because you ask nicely? And more importantly, how do you plan to get past the walls?"

"Leave the former to me. As for the latter, it’s even simpler—disguise and distraction," Yuta smiled.

"You cause a disturbance on the west tower—make them focus there. I’ll slip through the supply gate with a cart. Queen’s men do supply checks. He won’t expect a kid hiding behind barrels."

Law looked at Yuta like he was an idiot. He had only asked to make Yuta use his devil fruit.

You know, Ope Ope no Mi—space power and all. It’s easy to bypass those walls with that. But what does this idiot do…

Sighing, Law decided to go with Yuta’s plan in the end. While going in with his devil fruit might be easier, it wouldn’t be hard to avoid Queen’s men this way. Distracting them was better anyway.

Turns out, Yuta was a pro at this.

The distraction worked better than expected. Law tossed a small flare that exploded with noise and smoke on the west side. Guards ran toward the commotion. Yuta, disguised as a low-level laborer, pushed a creaky cart through the supply gate while the sergeant barked orders.

Inside, the prison smelled worse. Yuta moved like a shadow, following notes he’d gathered from spies and a few friendly faces among the workers. He found the cellblock where most of the rebellious samurai and ex-samurai were held. Through the bars, he saw hardened faces—but eyes that still burned with purpose.

Yuta tapped on the bars. An old samurai peered out. "Who are you?"

"Name’s Yuta," he said softly. "New here. Please take care of me."

He wasn’t planning on convincing them immediately. First, he had to gather intel, and that would take time.

With him inside, Law’s job was done. He didn’t plan to linger; he’d rather go and find out how much truth there was to Yuta’s intel about Big Mom coming here.