Along the coast of the Prodence Kingdom, time passed to a strange rhythm.
Boer appeared in the sky punctually every morning, assumed his Magnetic Skeleton form, and carried out the slow, precise work of raising the land. In the afternoons, he lay on the beach sunbathing, releasing stress while enjoying Carina's juice and massages.
His days were leisurely and regular.
Meanwhile, Sakazuki and Aramaki stood around doing nothing for ten whole days.
For Sakazuki, ten days of idleness was torture.
He was the kind of man who needed to keep fighting, keep training, keep moving forward. To him, standing still meant falling behind.
But that man had said-
"I'll let you know when I need you two."
So all he could do was wait.
On the first day, he stood on a reef, stared at the horizon, and counted the waves.
On the second day, he stood on the reef, stared at the horizon, and calculated how many seconds he would need to deal with any pirates who attacked right then.
On the third day, he started doing one-handed push-ups on the reef.
On the fourth day, he pounded pits into the reef.
On the fifth day, Aramaki finally lost patience:
"Akainu, can you give it a rest? You're about to smash those rocks to pieces."
Sakazuki gave him a cold look.
"You certainly have it easy."
Aramaki did indeed have it easy.
Every day, he lay on the beach in his tree-man form, absorbing the lingering heat of Boer's radiation. Radiation that would have been lethal to ordinary people was practically a tonic to him. With his roots sunk into the sand and his branches and leaves spread out, his whole being radiated the contentment of someone on vacation.
"It is comfortable," Aramaki drawled, "but honestly, I want to