Testing the Edge of Destruction!

Qian Ye stared at the message on the virtual screen, nearly grinding his back teeth to dust.

That bastard had insanely good luck.

While Qian Ye was getting chased all over the place by Sunagakure.

Zhao Hai had gone straight to hug the thickest thigh in the One Piece world.

Who was Garp?

A Marine hero, a top-tier powerhouse who had driven Roger, the Pirate King, into desperate straits.

Receiving his personal guidance was an opportunity countless people in the One Piece world could only dream of.

[Qian Ye]: "Kid, quit enjoying yourself and get me some real benefits already!"

[Qian Ye]: "I'm currently laid up in the wounded soldiers' camp at No. 3 Outpost."

[Qian Ye]: "Sunagakure's army could attack at any moment."

[Qian Ye]: "With this little chakra of mine and my half-baked Geppo, I'm completely outclassed!"

The chat window fell silent for several seconds.

Zhao Hai quickly sent a reply.

[Zhao Hai]: "Son, don't panic. Would your dad forget about you?"

[Zhao Hai]: "That old man Garp tailored a basic physical training program specifically for me."

[Zhao Hai]: "He said the energy in my body was interesting, but my physical body was too weak to withstand high-intensity bursts."

[Zhao Hai]: "This program is specifically for building a foundation and strengthening the body."

[Zhao Hai]: "I just copied it down. I'll send it to you right away!"

A system notification sounded.

A stack of crumpled letter paper appeared in the transfer box.

Qian Ye hurriedly took out the papers.

They weighed less than ten grams and did not take up any of the daily five-kilogram limit.

The paper was covered in crooked handwriting. One look was enough to tell it was the work of that poor student, Zhao Hai.

Using the dim light in the wounded soldiers' camp, Qian Ye carefully read through the training plan.

After only one glance, his scalp went numb.

"Run fifty laps around the island carrying three hundred jin."

"Strike iron blocks ten thousand times with bare hands."

"Hold your breath and swim underwater in the deep sea for two hours."

"The above shall be the daily morning training."

Qian Ye's hand trembled as he held the paper.

Was this something a human could train with?

The average physique in the One Piece world really was absurd.

But people in the Naruto world simply could not endure this kind of torment.

His body was only twelve years old and had suffered from long-term malnutrition.

Most of what he usually ate were dry, tasteless Military Ration Pills.

Forget running fifty laps with three hundred jin on his back.

Even if he ran ten laps empty-handed, he could probably drop dead on the field.

[Qian Ye]: "Are you sure this is a foundation-building plan?"

[Qian Ye]: "In the Naruto world, I'd be in a coffin before I even finished half of this."

[Qian Ye]: "Is Garp trying to kill you?"

[Zhao Hai]: "I think that old man is crazy too!"

[Zhao Hai]: "I only trained for ten minutes this morning, and I started coughing up blood."

[Zhao Hai]: "But guess what?"

[Zhao Hai]: "There are dedicated military doctors on the warship. They gave me a bottle of some medicine I didn't recognize."

[Zhao Hai]: "I slept for two hours, and when I woke up, my body felt much lighter. Even my muscles had become firmer."

[Zhao Hai]: "This plan definitely works. The process is just way too life-threatening."

Qian Ye stared at the screen and fell into deep thought.

The One Piece world had Marine Headquarters' special medicine and medical resources.

On his side, there was only an overcrowded wounded soldiers' camp and cold, indifferent medical ninja.

He simply did not have the conditions to quickly recover from physical damage.

If he copied Garp's training plan directly, there would be only one outcome.

He would train himself into a cripple.

But the exertion techniques and muscle-training order contained in this plan were absolutely priceless.

Garp was a master of taijutsu.

His understanding of the human body's limits far surpassed that of ordinary taijutsu ninja in the Naruto world.

The plan even detailed how to train every single muscle.

Even the rhythm of breathing had extremely strict requirements.

As long as he could solve the problem of physical recovery.

This plan could bring a qualitative leap to his physical fitness.

Qian Ye closed his eyes and sensed the faint chakra within his body.

Chakra was the combination of spiritual energy and physical energy.

Medical ninja could heal wounds with the Mystical Palm Technique.

Could he use chakra to ease muscle fatigue and damage?

Earlier, while fleeing for his life, he had forcibly stimulated his leg muscles with chakra, tearing muscle fibers in the process.

It was an extremely crude method of using chakra.

If he controlled the chakra output to an extremely minute level.

And let the chakra slowly nourish the muscle cells under pressure.

Finding a perfect balance between destruction and repair.

Would that not be equivalent to replacing the One Piece world's special medicine with chakra?

Qian Ye suddenly opened his eyes, his heartbeat accelerating.

This method was absolutely feasible in theory.

The Naruto world already had taijutsu schools that used chakra to strengthen the body.

Kumogakure's Lightning Release Chakra Mode was the most extreme example.

He did not need to reach the Raikage's level.

He only needed to ensure his body would not collapse under Garp's special training.

Qian Ye struggled to climb up from the ground.

His legs still ached terribly, and the bandages were wrapped tightly around them.

He limped toward an open space in a corner of the wounded soldiers' camp.

Several heavy wooden crates filled with discarded ninja tools were stacked there.

Qian Ye wrapped both arms around one of the crates.

The crate weighed at least seventy or eighty jin.

For a twelve-year-old civilian Genin, that was already an extremely exaggerated load.

Following the breathing rhythm in Garp's plan, he slowly adjusted his state.

Chakra surged from his abdomen, and he carefully divided it into countless threadlike streams of energy.

The energy precisely attached itself to the muscles in his arms, waist, abdomen, and legs.

Qian Ye suddenly exerted force and lifted the crate.

The crushing weight instantly spread through his entire body.

His bones groaned in protest beneath the burden.

Following Garp's requirements, Qian Ye began doing squats while holding the crate.

One.

Two.

Three.

Sweat soon soaked through his ninja clothes.

His muscles began trembling violently, and soreness surged over him like a tide.

Qian Ye clenched his teeth tightly and refused to make a sound.

He focused all his attention on the chakra within his body.

Whenever his muscle fibers were about to reach their limit.

He guided chakra into them, carrying out minute repairs and nourishment.

The pain remained. It even became sharper under the stimulation of chakra.

But his muscles did not suffer any substantial tearing.

The feeling was extraordinarily strange.

His body was frantically testing the edge of destruction, yet chakra kept dragging it back.

After completing twenty squats.

Qian Ye collapsed directly onto the ground, gasping for breath.

The crate slammed onto the ground with a dull thud.

Several wounded soldiers nearby glanced at him and dismissed him as a lunatic driven mad by injury.

Qian Ye did not care about their stares at all.

He lay on the cold mud, feeling the changes in his body.

He was certainly exhausted.

But the sensation of his muscles being completely drained before regaining vitality was incredibly clear.

What delighted him most was that when his physical strength was exhausted, the chakra in his body actually became a little more active.

The speed at which he extracted chakra was much faster than usual.

The increase in physical energy directly fed back into chakra refinement!

This path worked!

Qian Ye clenched his fist excitedly.

As long as he had enough time.

He could absolutely use Garp's special training plan to forge this frail body into a human-shaped weapon.

Then, combined with the Six Powers.

Even if he encountered a Jonin, he would have the confidence to exchange a few moves.

Qian Ye took a Military Ration Pill from his Ninja Tool Pouch and shoved it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it.

A bitter taste spread through his mouth.

Military Ration Pills could quickly restore stamina.

He needed to complete as much of the training as possible tonight.

War could break out at any time. Every additional bit of strength meant an additional hope of surviving.

He stood up again and walked toward the heavy wooden crate.

Over the next several hours.

Heavy panting continuously echoed from the corner of the wounded soldiers' camp.

Qian Ye completely immersed himself in brutally self-abusive training.

Weighted squats, push-ups, and striking wooden posts with bare hands.

Every movement was performed strictly according to the standards in Garp's plan.

He used his chakra to its absolute limit.

When the last trace of chakra was exhausted.

Qian Ye was completely drenched in sweat.

He leaned against a wooden post, unable to even move a finger.

Yet his eyes shone with astonishing brightness.

Strength.

He could truly feel his strength growing.

His once-loose muscles had become firm, and his breathing had grown deeper and steadier.

This special training plan was practically a cheat tailor-made for him.

Qian Ye closed his eyes, preparing to sleep against the wooden post for a while.

He needed to recover his strength and face tomorrow's unknown.

Just as his consciousness was about to sink into sleep.

A piercing alarm suddenly exploded over No. 3 Outpost.

Wooo—wooo—

The mournful horn tore through the silent night sky.

The entire wounded soldiers' camp instantly erupted into chaos.

"Enemy attack!"

"Sunagakure is attacking!"

"Grab your weapons!"