Qian Ye stared at the message on the virtual screen, nearly grinding his back teeth to dust.
That bastard had insanely good luck.
While he was over here getting chased around by Sunagakure like a dog.
Zhao Hai had gone straight to hugging the thickest thigh in the Pirate 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 Pirate World could only dream of.
[Qian Ye]: "Don't just enjoy yourself, you brat. Hurry up and get me something useful!"
[Qian Ye]: "I'm lying in the wounded soldiers' camp at No. 3 Outpost right now."
[Qian Ye]: "Sunagakure's army could come at any time."
[Qian Ye]: "With this little chakra and my half-baked Geppo, I'm nowhere near enough!"
The chat window fell silent for several seconds.
Zhao Hai quickly sent a reply.
[Zhao Hai]: "Don't panic, son. Would your dad forget about you?"
[Zhao Hai]: "That old man Garp tailored a basic physical training plan for me."
[Zhao Hai]: "He said the energy in my body is interesting, but my physique is too weak to withstand high-intensity bursts."
[Zhao Hai]: "This plan is specifically for building a foundation and strengthening the body."
[Zhao Hai]: "I just copied it down. I'm sending it to you now!"
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 his daily five-kilogram allowance.
The paper was filled with crooked handwriting. One look told him it was the work of Zhao Hai, that poor student.
Using the dim light in the wounded soldiers' camp, Qian Ye carefully read the training plan.
After only one glance, his scalp went numb.
"Run fifty laps around the island carrying three hundred jin."
"Strike Iron Body barehanded ten thousand times."
"Hold your breath and swim underwater in the deep sea for two hours."
"The above is the daily morning training."
Qian Ye's hand shook as he held the paper.
Was this even something a human could train with?
The average physique in the Pirate 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 chronic malnutrition.
Most of what he normally ate were dry, tasteless Military Ration Pills.
Forget carrying three hundred jin and running fifty laps.
Even if he ran ten laps empty-handed, he would probably drop dead on the spot.
[Qian Ye]: "Are you sure this is a foundation-building plan?"
[Qian Ye]: "If I tried this in the Naruto World, I'd be in a coffin before I even got halfway through."
[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's a dedicated military doctor on the warship. He poured a bottle of some medicine I don't know into me."
[Zhao Hai]: "I slept for two hours, and when I woke up, my body felt lighter. Even my muscles had gotten firmer."
[Zhao Hai]: "This plan definitely works. The process is just ridiculously life-threatening."
Qian Ye stared at the screen and fell into thought.
The Pirate World had Marine Headquarters' miracle medicines and medical resources.
Over here, he only had an overcrowded wounded soldiers' camp and cold medical ninja.
He simply did not have the means to quickly recover from bodily damage.
If he copied Garp's training plan directly, there would only be one outcome.
He would train himself into a wreck.
But the exertion techniques and muscle-training sequence 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.
This plan detailed the training methods for every muscle.
Even the rhythm of breathing had extremely strict requirements.
As long as he could solve the issue 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 a combination of spiritual energy and physical energy.
Medical ninja could use the Mystical Palm Technique to heal wounds.
Could he use chakra to ease muscle fatigue and injuries?
Earlier, while fleeing for his life, he had forcibly stimulated his leg muscles with chakra, tearing the muscle fibers.
It had been an extremely brutal method of use.
If he controlled the chakra output to an extremely minute degree.
And let chakra slowly nourish the muscle cells under strain.
Finding a perfect balance between destruction and repair.
It would be equivalent to using chakra in place of the Pirate World's miracle medicines!
Qian Ye suddenly opened his eyes, and his heartbeat began to accelerate.
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 were still painfully sore, and the bandages were cinched tight.
He limped toward an open patch in the corner of the wounded soldiers' camp.
Several heavy wooden crates filled with discarded ninja tools were piled there.
Qian Ye wrapped both arms around one of the wooden crates.
The crate weighed at least seventy or eighty jin.
For a twelve-year-old civilian Genin, that was already an incredibly excessive burden.
Following the breathing rhythm in Garp's plan, he slowly adjusted his condition.
Chakra surged from his abdomen, and he controlled it with extreme care, dividing it into countless threadlike strands of energy.
Those energies precisely attached themselves to the muscles in his arms, waist, abdomen, and legs.
Qian Ye suddenly exerted force and lifted the crate.
The crushing pressure instantly spread through his entire body.
His bones creaked in protest beneath the burden.
Following Garp's requirements, Qian Ye began doing squats while holding the crate.
One.
Two.
Three.
Sweat quickly soaked through his ninja clothes.
His muscles began to tremble violently, and a tidal wave of soreness surged through him.
Qian Ye clenched his teeth 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, performing minute repairs and nourishment.
The pain remained, even becoming sharper from the chakra's stimulation.
But his muscles did not suffer any substantial tearing.
The feeling was incredibly strange.
His body frantically tested the edge of destruction, yet chakra held it back with a death grip.
After completing twenty squats.
Qian Ye collapsed straight onto the ground, gasping for breath.
The wooden crate hit the ground with a dull thud.
Several wounded soldiers nearby glanced at him, treating him as a lunatic driven mad by trauma.
Qian Ye did not care about anyone else's opinion.
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 reviving with new vitality was incredibly clear.
What delighted him most was that once his physical strength ran dry, the chakra in his body actually became more active.
The rate 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 excitedly clenched his fist.
As long as he had enough time.
He could use Garp's special training plan to forge this weak body into a humanoid weapon.
Then, combined with the Six Powers.
Even if he encountered a Jonin, he would have the confidence to hold his own for a while.
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 replenish stamina.
He had to complete as much of the special training as possible tonight.
War could break out at any moment. Every bit of added strength meant another bit of hope for survival.
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-punishing training.
Weighted squats, push-ups, and striking wooden posts barehanded.
Every movement was performed strictly according to the standards in Garp's plan.
He pushed chakra to its limit.
When the last trace of chakra was exhausted.
Qian Ye was completely drenched in sweat.
He leaned against a wooden post, unable to muster the strength to move even a finger.
But his eyes shone with astonishing brightness.
Strength.
He could truly feel his strength growing.
His formerly slack muscles had become firm, and his breathing had grown deeper and steadier.
This special training plan was practically a cheat designed specifically 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 unknowns.
Just as his consciousness was about to slip into sleep.
A piercing alarm suddenly exploded over No. 3 Outpost.
Woo—woo—
The mournful horn tore through the silent night sky.
The entire wounded soldiers' camp instantly erupted into chaos.
"Enemy attack!"
"Sunagakure is here!"
"Get your weapons!"
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