Cross-Border Trade!

Qian Ye stared at the "Hard to Judge" message on the chat interface, his mind racing.

Right now, both of them were bottom-tier cannon fodder. Top-tier resources were nothing more than a fantasy.

Devil Fruits? Those were treasures of the sea. Ordinary people might never even see one in their entire lives.

The Rinnegan? That was something only cheats could possess. Commoners did not even dare dream that big.

But they had one absolute advantage, and it was their only hope of breaking out of this predicament.

The power systems of their two worlds were completely different.

The Naruto World valued ninjutsu and genjutsu, with all kinds of flashy attack methods, but most ninjas did not have particularly extraordinary physiques.

The Pirate World placed greater emphasis on physical techniques and physical strength. Even ordinary Marines were tougher and stronger fighters than regular people.

[Qian Ye]: "Old Zhao, stop fixating on those top-tier resources. What we need most right now is the means to stay alive."

[Qian Ye]: "Think about it. Do people in the Pirate World know chakra?"

[Qian Ye]: "Do people in the Naruto World know Marine physical techniques?"

[Qian Ye]: "The basic skills from either side become an information advantage in the other world!"

[Qian Ye]: "We'll use the commonplace stuff to keep ourselves alive first!"

Zhao Hai on the other side of the screen was clearly stunned.

The chat box stayed silent for a full half minute before a long string of exclamation marks popped up.

[Zhao Hai]: "Holy crap! Son, your brain finally started working!"

[Zhao Hai]: "You're absolutely right! How would those East Blue pirates know anything about genjutsu or the Substitution Technique?!"

[Zhao Hai]: "I should be able to get my hands on the Marines' basic training manual!"

[Zhao Hai]: "That stuff isn't classified at the branch. There might even be one in the storage room."

[Zhao Hai]: "But this body is way too weak, and Captain Nezumi makes me scrub decks every day."

[Zhao Hai]: "I'm exhausted half to death. I'm way too worn down by work; even if I practiced according to it, I probably wouldn't get anywhere."

Qian Ye immediately kept pace, his fingers flying across the virtual keyboard.

[Qian Ye]: "Exactly! If physical techniques don't work for you, start by practicing chakra!"

[Qian Ye]: "Chakra is a combination of spiritual energy and physical energy. You've gone through transmigration, so your spiritual strength definitely isn't bad. You should have a chance at getting started."

[Qian Ye]: "I'll write down the Chakra Refining Technique and the Three Body Techniques taught at the Ninja Academy for you."

[Qian Ye]: "As long as you can use the Substitution Technique, your chances of survival in a place like East Blue will go up by a lot."

[Zhao Hai]: "Deal! Wait a moment, I'll go search the storage room right now!"

After ending the chat, Qian Ye immediately rolled out of bed.

He began searching through the cramped dormitory.

Though the original owner had been a hopeless underachiever, he had at least graduated from the Ninja Academy.

There were still a few unused pens and several blank scrolls at home.

Qian Ye spread a scroll across the battered wooden table and began rapidly writing from memory.

The principles behind the Chakra Refining Technique were not actually complicated.

It involved extracting energy from every cell in the body, then combining it with spiritual energy in the proper proportion.

The difficult part was control and perception.

As for the Three Body Techniques—the Transformation Technique, Substitution Technique, and Clone Technique—

They were basic skills every Genin had to master.

Qian Ye wrote with great care, even drawing the hand seals and chakra flow routes.

He was afraid that idiot Zhao Hai would not understand.

At six tomorrow morning, he would be sent to the Kikyo Pass front line to die.

Before then, he had to obtain the ability to protect himself. Nothing could go wrong.

Time passed second by second, and Qian Ye's wrist was beginning to ache.

But he did not dare stop. This was the bargaining chip he would use to trade for his life.

Meanwhile, in the Pirate World.

At East Blue No. 16 Branch, the night was dark.

Zhao Hai hunched over and sneaked into a warehouse piled high with clutter.

"Captain Nezumi really is a piece of work. This warehouse is full of wealth he looted from the people."

Zhao Hai muttered under his breath as he searched through a pile of waste paper in the corner.

The warehouse was thick with dust, making him want to sneeze.

But he forcibly held it back, covered his nose, and continued searching.

The footsteps of patrolling Marines occasionally sounded outside, scaring him so badly that he barely dared breathe.

Before long, he felt a yellowed booklet beneath a broken wooden crate.

The cover read <Marine Headquarters Basic Physical Training Outline>.

When he opened it, the pages were densely packed with various training methods.

Most importantly, there were quite a few old handwritten notes in the margins.

Zhao Hai did not have time to examine it closely. He stuffed the booklet into his clothes.

Keeping close to the wall, he jogged all the way back to the common barracks for labor troops.

[Zhao Hai]: "Done! I found one with notes in it. It looks pretty reliable."

[Qian Ye]: "I'm done writing too. Get ready to transfer!"

With a thought, Qian Ye summoned the transfer interface of the Cross-Border Mutual Aid Group.

A square virtual transfer box appeared before him.

He carefully placed the scroll filled with ninjutsu inside.

The system immediately displayed its weight: 0.1 kg.

[Zhao Hai]: "I put mine in too! Sending!"

The two of them pressed the send button at the same time.

A faint white light flashed through Qian Ye's dormitory.

The scroll that had been inside the transfer box vanished.

In its place appeared a yellowed old manual.

The moment the manual appeared, a strong briny stench hit him in the face.

Qian Ye picked up the manual, his hands trembling slightly.

This was his hope of survival.

Zhao Hai sent another message in the chat group.

[Zhao Hai]: "Got it, got it! This scroll looks so high-end! Absolutely awesome!"

[Qian Ye]: "I'm impressed by this operation. Old Zhao, hurry up and practice chakra."

[Qian Ye]: "Don't let Captain Nezumi shoot you tomorrow."

[Zhao Hai]: "Don't worry. As long as it doesn't kill me, I'll work myself to death. You hurry up and practice physical techniques too."

[Zhao Hai]: "The front line is no joke. Don't get yourself killed."

After closing the chat group, Qian Ye eagerly opened the manual that smelled of the sea.

By the moonlight outside the window, he carefully read its contents.

It really was a basic training manual issued internally by the Marines.

It recorded in detail how to train muscles and how to exert force.

There was even impact-resistance training for different parts of the body.

But what truly caught Qian Ye's attention were the densely packed handwritten notes.

The handwriting in those notes was extremely messy, but their contents made his heart skip a beat.

"Insufficient explosive power in the leg muscles. Running alone cannot break through the limits of speed."

"If one can stamp the ground more than ten times in rapid succession within an extremely short span of time..."

"Perhaps the resulting force could be used to achieve a high-speed burst..."

"Air has resistance too. It is not completely empty."

"If the stamping speed is fast enough and the force strong enough..."

"Could one use it as leverage in midair to briefly remain airborne?"

Qian Ye's eyes widened as he read the notes.

His heart pounded so hard it felt ready to leap out of his throat.

How were these ordinary notes?

They were clearly the embryonic concepts behind Geppo and Moon Walk of the Six Powers!

The previous owner of this manual was definitely no ordinary Marine.

He was very likely some genius from Marine Headquarters.

These must have been study notes he left behind when he had been an ordinary soldier in his younger days.

Later, for some unknown reason, they had ended up at East Blue No. 16 Branch.

Someone had even tossed them into the storage room as garbage.

Yet Zhao Hai had stumbled across them by sheer dumb luck.

Qian Ye rubbed his hands excitedly.

If he could master a high-speed movement technique like Geppo—

Then even if he ran into a Sunagakure puppet master and could not beat them, he could still escape!

On the battlefield, speed was the greatest asset.

He immediately followed the notes in the manual and tried to mobilize the muscles in his legs.

Standing in place, he attempted to stamp the ground repeatedly in an extremely short time.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After only three stomps, Qian Ye felt a sharp pain shoot through both legs.

His muscles felt as though they were being forcibly torn apart, while his bones let out strained, aching creaks.

He stumbled and fell to the ground, gasping from the pain.

Cold sweat immediately soaked through his back.