A Pillow When Sleepiness Comes

"I see." Rodney thought for a moment. He didn't have a direct sense of Yuba's water shortage, after all, it wasn't as severe as Alubarna's. However, there were sandstorms, and if it weren't for the efforts of Doto and others, it would probably be in the same situation as Alubarna.

But according to the situation with the sandstorm just now, it would probably dry up in less than half a year.

Since Koza was still here, it meant that the situation hadn't deteriorated to the point where he would join the rebel army, indicating that he still had faith in Cobra . However, Crocodile was interfering, wanting to erase the oasis city of Yuba from the map.

But the atmosphere here is a bit...

Never mind, that's not his concern. As long as he disbanded Baroque Works before the rebellion and defeated Crocodile , the Sand-Sand Fruit ...

He said goodbye to Doto , without asking why the old man was here. Perhaps he was nocturnal?

Standing in front of the small window, gazing at the silent desert in the darkness, if he had Shukaku or Gaara's sand, he wondered what kind of expression that guy would make when facing Crocodile . It would definitely be interesting, right?

However, sand against sand is meaningless. Crocodile's weakness is too obvious, he relies too much on his fruit. Relying on the favorable timing, geographical advantages, and popular support here, he can unleash terrifying power, but as soon as he touches water, the sand solidifies, and he will temporarily lose his fruit ability. At that time, his power will be greatly reduced.

At that time, Crocodile's strength would definitely be much weaker than Rodney's. Hehe, wouldn't he be at my mercy then?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle, laughing like a villain, his face very unsightly.

The next morning, before dawn, the sun had not yet risen, and the air was still cool. Rodney got up early, had breakfast, and happened to encounter Koza carrying a shovel.

He asked curiously, "Koza , the sandstorm hasn't come, what are you doing?"

Koza explained, "Digging wells. Yuba can't rely solely on the waterways, otherwise everyone will die here." Water is undoubtedly an extremely precious thing for this area, no different from life itself. The human body needs water, especially in this arid desert.

Yuba's water is really running out; it can't rely only on those waterways.

"I'll help too," Rodney said with a smile.

"How could I impose on you like that? You've already helped us a lot."

"It's okay, I don't have anything to do anyway, it's fine to rest here for a while." Rodney shook his head and smiled, saying, "Prepare a few more shovels for me, I can use a lot."

Remembering the abilities Rodney used in the sandstorm, Koza nodded. After thanking him, he had people find a pile of shovels.

Shadow Clone Jutsu!

He created more than a dozen clones and, together with Koza , looked for places with plants nearby and started digging.

"Hey, everyone, for the sake of water, let's dig hard!"

"Yeah!!"

The Shadow Clones raised their shovels, in groups of two or three, and with Chakra and Super Strength , they dug extremely quickly. Some of the Shadow Clones felt that the shovels were not handy, so they directly used Earth Style .

Koza stood there blankly, holding his shovel, not knowing what to do, because the Shadow Clones had already dug out a large amount of sand and piled it to the side.

Rodney threw a shovel of sand away, squatted down, and touched the soil. It was a bit moist and not completely dry. He felt that the location was right and called a few Shadow Clones to start a crazy digging mode.

The deeper they went, the moister and cooler the sand became. He nodded, feeling it was right. He looked up and realized that he was already in a pit more than ten meters deep and shouted, "Hey, Koza , Koza !"

"Mr. Rodney , I'm here." Koza lay on the edge of the pit, looking down.

Rodney said, "We've dug in the right place, there should be water here."

"That's great." Koza clenched his fist tightly, overjoyed.

"Go get some tools for transporting sand, I've already compacted the surroundings, but I can't pat it anymore."

"Understood, please wait." Koza ran back excitedly, bringing a group of people to transport the sand.

Afterward, the Shadow Clones began to transport the sand together with Koza and the others. More and more sand was transported, and the sand became heavier and heavier. The sand was full of water. They did not pile the sand aside but prepared to distill the water from the sand for drinking.

The poor have their own ways.

If it weren't for being located in the interior of the desert, the people here would probably have figured out how to distill seawater.

"Hey, it's dug out, there's water! Wait! Don't dig anymore!"

Chunin heard his cry and hurried forward, discovering that Rodney was already standing on the muddy water, and several clones were still digging, the water was increasing, and they were slowly rising.

"Water! There's water! There's water!"

"Hahahaha, Yuba can regain its vitality! That's great!"

"God bless us! We will definitely overcome the sandstorm!"

"As long as we wait for the rain! Yuba will definitely return to its former glory!"

Digging out fresh water was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for the people here. With water, it meant life. Yuba had blood again, and they could restore Yuba to its previous prosperity.

"That's great, water has appeared!" Koza clenched his fists. Yuba could last for a while longer. Rodney returned to the edge of the water pit and, together with three clones, cast Earth Style: Mud Wall , surrounding the water pit, saying, "Find some people to reinforce this place to avoid direct sunlight and prevent the water from evaporating meaninglessly."

"Okay, Mr. Rodney ." Koza understood and then had people find the best masons in Yuba to make a sunshade and create an entrance and exit door so that the sandstorm could not do anything to it and would not be easily submerged by sand.

Although fetching water would be more troublesome, it was better than wasting the water for nothing.

While everyone was cheering, Rodney looked into the distance, where dust was rising. He narrowed his eyes, and a scarlet color appeared in the depths of his eyes. His eyesight was improved once again. Through the dust, he saw a large turtle smoking a cigarette, looking very gangster-like, crawling towards them. It was very fast, pulling a pink cart, which was a bit girly.

"That is..." Koza also noticed the situation over there. Rodney gently exhaled and said, "It might be an assassin coming for me. Koza , tell the people of Yuba not to come out, or they will be affected."

"But, I..." Koza was about to say that he could help, but he was interrupted, "These people are very strong assassins, it's useless for you to go, it's better for me to deal with them."

After speaking, he leaped up and disappeared in front of Koza , leaving only a back view for Koza .

Looking at his back, Koza's fist clenched and loosened, clenched and loosened again. After several struggles, he decided to notify everyone to hide.

"Tch, he really knows how to pick his moments." Rodney stood in the path of the waterway transport turtle, blocking its way.

The carriage door opened, and a group of people stepped out. From the crowd emerged a bald man, arms crossed, with the character "One" on his chest. He was tall, muscular, and dressed like a martial monk. Snake patterns adorned either side of his chest. His expression was cold and stern.

He exuded an aura that warned people to stay away, the kind who was ruthless and didn't talk much.

Even more concerning to Rodney was the person beside him, legs crossed, wearing a pink swan costume with the words "Bon Clay" on the back. He revealed two large, hairy legs, with flamboyant makeup on his face. One leg was crossed, while the other touched the ground with its toes, like a ballet dancer, chanting, "121, 1, 2, 121..."

Mr. 2, a high-ranking Baroque Works agent, the only one without a partner, and whose gender... was a transvestite.

The sea was full of wonders, and transvestites were among them, and quite a few at that. There seemed to be a whole kingdom of them. In the story, Sanji spent two years there that were worse than death. For a pervert, it was undoubtedly the greatest torment. He almost got assimilated there...

And while Bon Clay was a pervert, he was loyal and righteous. Not a good person, but not completely bad either.

Oh well, I'll let him go when the time comes. His gaze swept over the others, settling on a man with a "1" on each side of his face.

Mr. 11, with a sword, Hanazhou, one of the 50 Skillful Grade blades!

If I want a weapon, then someone will bring me a weapon.