One Man Against an Army

A cold wind howled across the cliff.

Minato Namikaze pressed a hand to the scrape on his abdomen and took a few ragged breaths.

"Qian Ye, there's at least one full regiment down there."

"I barely have any Chakra left. We won't have much chance if we take them head-on."

Qian Ye pulled a strip of Sea King jerky from his Ninja Tool Pouch and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing heartily.

"Minato, just stand back and watch."

"Cleaning up trash is grunt work. It'll be easier if I do it myself."

Minato froze.

"Are you serious?"

"That's over a thousand fully armed Iwagakure ninja, not some rear-line stragglers."

Qian Ye swallowed the jerky and summoned the group chat interface in his mind.

"Zhao Hai, crank Ability Sharing up to the max."

Zhao Hai, in the Pirate World, replied almost instantly.

"You got it, Brother Qian. Go wild. I've got plenty!"

Blood surged through Qian Ye's body.

Hard, pale-blue dragon scales spread rapidly from his neck, covering his face and hands.

His long, slender fingers sprouted razor-sharp dragon claws, their joints swelling with a series of cracks.

Two dark-gray horns began to rise from either side of his head.

The power of the Paramecia Kinetic Energy Fruit and the Mythical Zoan Storm Dragon converged inside him, forming a violent cyclone.

Standing beside Qian Ye, Minato felt his eyelid twitch.

"Qian Ye, your body... Is this some mutation of Ryūchi Cave's Senjutsu?"

Qian Ye rolled his neck, his bones popping.

"Close enough. It's all just stuff I use in a fight."

"Keep your footing, Minato. Don't let the wind blow you off."

The next instant, the rock at the cliff's edge crumbled to dust.

Qian Ye plunged downward with a shriek of torn air.

In the valley, Stone Bone, the Iwagakure