The air froze over the Training Ground.
Jilan stood in the center of the ruins, covered in blood, but his eyes shone like two burning coals. His Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun wildly in their sockets, and the power of the Multiplication Fruit surged within him. Twentyfold. Strength, speed, defense-all twentyfold. His muscles trembled and his bones groaned, but his breathing remained steady.
Ryukōshi stood to his left, his golden wings of light folded behind his back, Sacred Blood surging within him. His face was pale, but his eyes shone like two lamps. His Three-Tomoe Sharingan also spun wildly, and the Holy Blood Angel's power surged within him. Behind him, the edges of his wings of light began turning red-not with blood, but with the essence of "Sacred Blood."
Jin Zhiyin stood between them, his emerald-green hair drifting gently in the night breeze. Beneath his skin, green patterns had brightened to their utmost, like countless glowing rivers flowing through his veins. His Three-Tomoe Sharingan turned slowly in their sockets, and the power of the Forest-Forest Fruit surged within him.
"Flying Leaves: Thousand Blades."
Jin Zhiyin raised both hands. The Forest-Forest Fruit surged within him, and chakra poured from his palms, seeping into the thorns on the ground, into the surrounding air, into the night breeze. Leaves peeled away from the thorny vines, spinning, gathering, and compressing in the air. Not a few, not dozens, but thousands. The emerald-green leaves gleamed cold and hard beneath the lights, their edges sharp as knives.
"Go."
Thousands of flying leaves shot out like a torrential downpour. They were not aimed at one person-they "blanketed" everything. They blanketed Jilan, blanketed Ryukōshi, blanketed the entire Training Ground. Every leaf could slice through steel.
Jilan did not dodge. He planted both feet firmly on the ground, Color of Armament