The Might of a Single Palm, Minato Questions His Life

The thunderous roar gradually subsided.

Dust and purple toxic mist churned through the air.

Qian Ye stood where he was, both feet sunk deep into the sand.

The black combat suit on his body had been scorched brittle by the high heat, peeling away in flakes.

An unnatural dark red hue surfaced across his skin, while the veins in his neck and arms bulged prominently.

Pain.

An indescribable swelling pain.

The Kinetic Energy Fruit's storage capacity had reached its limit.

The physical impact generated by the Fake Kazekage Puppet's self-destruction had far exceeded expectations.

If not for the Sea King jerky reinforcing his body, along with the Yin Seal's Chakra protecting his vital organs, he would likely have burst apart.

Qian Ye gritted his teeth and swallowed the bloody taste in his throat.

This fruit's upper limit was ultimately constrained by his current physical strength.

"Qian Ye!"

Minato's voice came from behind him, laced with anxiety.

He maintained Wind Release, keeping the toxic mist three meters away.

Minato could not understand how a twelve-year-old Genin could withstand an explosion of this magnitude with his bare body.

Even Senior Orochimaru would not dare do such a thing.

Qian Ye pulled his legs free from the sand, his knees trembling uncontrollably.

"Senior Brother, I'm alive."

Qian Ye spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

He turned his head and glanced at Pakura, who was slumped on the ground.

Pakura's hair was disheveled, and her face was covered in dust.

Her eyes were red, tears rolling silently down her face as she blankly stared at Qian Ye's back.

Just moments ago, she had thought she was certain to die.

Die at the hands of the village she had desperately served.

And the one standing before her had actually been this sharp-tongued Hidden Leaf