Wait—what kind of ability was that? Why did they all suddenly turn into tree branches?

Robin and the others broke into a cold sweat as they watched the Iwagakure ninjas instantly transform into thick, bark-covered limbs seamlessly grafted onto the massive tree trunk. From a glance, they were nearly indistinguishable from real branches.

They didn't know how to use the Transformation Technique!

What now?

If the exchange panel were available, they could've traded for a transformation item to deal with the situation. But during missions, all exchange functions were disabled.

Talk about awkward.

The three could only do their best to bury themselves deeper in the foliage, holding their breath as they peeked cautiously through the gaps in the leaves, eyes scanning the area below.

Before long, the creaking of wagon wheels echoed through the forest.

A column of over forty Kumogakure ninja appeared, escorting several carts of supplies as they moved steadily along the path. At the front, a few Kumogakure scouts darted forward, sweeping the area with sharp eyes.

Just as they were about to approach Robin's hiding spot—

Snap!

One of the branches twitched and suddenly shifted into an Iwagakure shinobi. With a flick of his wrist, a flurry of shuriken howled through the air.

It was none other than the Iwa jonin squad leader who, under Nawaki's influence, had been assigned to guide Robin's group.

He shouted in frustration, "Attack early! Dammit—who the hell put those three rookies on this team?!"

This ambush had been carefully planned, using chunin skilled in the Transformation Jutsu, with the goal of launching a Dark Swamp Jutsu to trap and annihilate the transport convoy.

But thanks to those three troll teammates, the entire ambush was blown. Absolute nightmare.

At his command, the camouflaged Iwa shinobi dropped their disguises, launching themselves from the trees and surging toward the Kumo convoy.

With practiced motions, they unleashed a flurry of kunai, shuriken, and Earth Style ninjutsu without hesitation:

Earth Style: Small Rock Bullet!

Earth Style: Earth Spear!

The Kumogakure ninja reacted quickly, shielding their cargo behind them as they pushed forward to intercept the attackers.

Water Release: Water Wall!

At this moment, Robin, Law, and Drake abandoned their hiding spots and followed the Iwa forces into the fray.

But the battle scene that greeted them left them wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

Were all of these people Devil Fruit users?!

Was this the world of shinobi? This was insane!

Robin, ever the observer, noticed a key detail: every time one of these people activated a technique, they made intricate hand signs beforehand. Only then did the power take form.

Could this be what the Lord God System meant by "ninjutsu"?

But while they were frozen in awe, their enemies weren't.

A Kumogakure shinobi charged toward them with incredible speed, a gleaming ninja blade crackling with lightning in hand. In the blink of an eye, he was upon Law.

Law couldn't dodge in time.

He watched in horror as the lightning-coated blade slashed horizontally toward him—

Lightning Style: Flowing Blade – Iaido Slash!

Slash!

At the last possible moment, Drake lunged forward and kicked Law out of harm's way.

The blade missed—but only barely. The edge of Law's black-and-white spotted hat was sliced clean off, its edge scorched and smoldering from the lightning.

"Don't zone out!"

Drake barked the warning, then immediately activated his Devil Fruit powers.

His father had once served as a marine officer. Even after turning pirate, the intense military training he'd passed on to Drake remained.

The Zoan-type Ancient Devil Fruit Drake possessed had been found by his father after leaving the marines.

Now, at nineteen, Drake was no amateur.

With a roar, his muscles swelled and his skin turned green. Within seconds, a massive six-meter-tall Allosaurus stood where Drake had been, shaking the entire forest with a bone-rattling roar.

On its forehead, a now-enlarged Iwagakure forehead protector remained strapped in place.

Zoan-Type Ancient Devil Fruit: Dragon-Dragon Fruit – Allosaurus Form!

Empowered by the transformation, Drake became a towering prehistoric monster—massive, brutishly strong, with razor-sharp fangs and claws.

The moment his transformation completed, the Allosaurus lunged at the Kumo shinobi.

Chomp!

The jaws snapped shut—crunching nothing but a piece of dried wood.

The Kumo shinobi had already used a substitution jutsu and was now suspended mid-air, staring at the dinosaur at eye level in stunned disbelief.

What kind of Transformation Jutsu is this?! There's no way it can alter size to this degree!

Boom!

The Allosaurus reared up and smashed into the airborne shinobi, sending him flying and crashing hard into the ground.

"Take down that monster!"

Nearby Kumo ninjas, shocked by the sight, immediately reassessed the threat level. Without hesitation, several of them disengaged from their current fights and charged toward Drake.

The leader among them began weaving hand signs rapidly—

Lightning Style: False Darkness!

He opened his mouth wide, unleashing a torrent of lightning that surged into a net of crackling energy, slamming straight into Drake's massive body.

Crackle!

"Damn it—arghh!!"

Though the transformation boosted his defense, the direct hit still hurt. Drake let out a roar of pain, then charged forward, stomping toward the attackers with thunderous steps.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each footfall left deep craters in the earth, the surrounding trees shivering in fear.

The Kumo ninjas didn't dare take him head-on. They tried to leap into the treetops—

But just then, hands began sprouting from the ground like blooming flowers, wrapping tightly around their ankles.

"What the hell are these?!"

The Kumo shinobi struggled to break free—but the T-Rex was already upon them, jaws wide, rage burning in its eyes.

In desperation, the shinobi tried to weave hand seals for a Substitution Jutsu—

But more arms sprouted from their upper bodies, grabbing their wrists and disrupting the seals. At the same time, the flower-like hands on the ground climbed higher, wrapping around their legs.

"Damn it—!"

BOOM!

With the sound of a monster trampling through a battlefield, the Allosaurus crashed through them, crushing bodies and earth alike underfoot. A trail of bloody footprints marked his rampage.

Off in the distance, Robin lowered her arms, her elegant face calm, nodding slightly to herself.

"As I suspected—they need to form specific hand signs before they can activate their powers…"

Paramecia-Type Devil Fruit: Flower-Flower Fruit.

This fruit allows her to sprout parts of her body, like arms, on any surface within her line of sight—for combat, control, or support.

This one moment of silent coordination had just wiped out several Kumo chunin.

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