The orange tree Nami wanted was delivered by a specialist less than two days later. It was clearly a carefully selected mature variety, uprooted and sent all the way to Konoha. Its trunk was thick, its branches lush, and golden fruit still hung from it.
After spending half the day transplanting it into the yard and leveling the ground again, Nami stood beneath the tree and looked up at it with joy in her heart. There had been an orange grove where she grew up, and when she set sail, she had found a way to transplant an orange tree onto the ship. It carried her feelings for her hometown.
"It really is nice. We could plant more flowers and greenery in the yard too," Robin said with a smile from nearby.
The wind swept past, rustling the leaves. Beneath the orange tree, Nami could not help closing her eyes.
"Hancock, what do you think?" Robin asked.
"I have no objections," Hancock hurriedly said. She did not understand such things, and she also felt that with this tree, the yard no longer seemed so empty and monotonous.
Leaving this home to the two of them to manage in the future seemed like a pretty good choice.
Robin smiled. "Then when you have time, we can go out and buy some together."
Hancock nodded in agreement. She found it very comfortable being around Robin. Robin always took her feelings into consideration.
Her former image as a spoiled, tyrannical empress had all been an act. She had merely grown used to it over time.
In other words, Robin had already got her completely figured out.
That evening, after Robin and Nami finished cooking, they made some additional pastries with an appealing appearance. They were all specialties from their hometown, things that probably