As far as the eye could see.
The merciless blazing sun poured down like fire upon every corner of the golden sea of sand.
Graceful, winding dunes rose and fell like waves rolling across the ocean.
For anyone seeing it for the first time, it was a spectacular sight.
But Aramaki had seen enough of it. No, he was sick of it.
He was currently more than five hundred kilometers away from Loulan.
Behind him stood a lush, vibrant forest, while before him stretched an endless desert.
The promise Imu had made to the Dragon Vein was now being fulfilled by Aramaki.
It couldn't be helped. His Logia Woods-Woods Fruit ability was simply too suited to this kind of work.
The key was not making trees grow, but turning the desert into soil.
Yet Aramaki couldn't bring himself to enjoy it. He would rather have been fighting on the front lines.
Unfortunately, Imu's orders were absolute. Neither the High Command nor the Five Elders dared to disobey in the slightest.
Of course, Aramaki was only an admiral, so he was not qualified to know of Imu's existence.
"Hey, how long am I supposed to keep doing this? Damn it, I'm an admiral, not a farmer! Those bastards at High Command!"
Aramaki sat on a wooden chair made from tree roots, arms crossed and one leg over the other, cursing furiously.
The High Command had said they would award him a certain amount of merit points for every square kilometer he greened.
But the tedious work still left him restless and irritated.
More importantly, it not only cost him many opportunities to fight, but also took up far too much of his training time.
He did not even know how long it had been since he last entered the Gravity Training