Watching the increasingly enthusiastic discussion atmosphere, seeing the cadres racking their brains for territory construction, he couldn't help but smile.
Indeed, it was the right decision to have Bebo call the representatives of the other Legions.
Some fruits that seem to be "useless" and are looked down upon by the strong can often display unexpected value in the hands of these professionals.
The Cigar-Cigar Fruit and Eleph-Eleph Fruit were eventually claimed by the Infrastructure Corps' cadres as well.
The former needs no further explanation. After development, it can be used to start a tobacco trade, providing a stable source of income for the Endgame.
As for the latter…
A burly man from the Infrastructure Corps, belonging to the construction department, stood up, excitedly explaining:
"Sir, just think, if someone in our Corps could turn into an elephant, how much would the efficiency of moving building materials increase? Especially those large stones and steels, which currently have to be slowly lifted with cranes, taking time and effort."
"And how flexible is an elephant's trunk! It could be used not only as a crane but also as a mixer!"
The more the burly man spoke, the more feasible it seemed, gesturing enthusiastically, "When we build houses, we can have the elephant's trunk swirl the cement and mortar ready, even saving on mixer trucks!"
He wobbled his head, mimicking vividly, and the conference room burst into laughter.
Shano was also amused, happily allowing this burly man to take the Eleph-Eleph Fruit.
As the last few fruits found their new owners, the meeting concluded successfully.
After saying goodbye to Shano, the cadres left in twos and threes, discussing how to maximize the use of their newly acquired abilities as they walked.
These adorable and passionate people…
Shano, too, walked alone to the railing on the second floor, smiling with a cup of coffee in hand, watching over his departing subordinates, and gazing at his vast territory.
After this distribution, the core cadre of the Endgame will step up once again, and the construction and development of the territory will undoubtedly become smoother and more rapid.
"As for you…"
Shano took out the unallocated Rumble-Rumble Fruit from his pocket. The spiral patterns on the peel shimmered with a strange hue in the sunset, and his eyes slightly narrowed.
In his heart, he already had someone in mind.
He sipped his coffee, turned his gaze towards the Orange Garden, where a charming white kitten was humming a tune, watering the orange trees for Nami.
Recently, Nami was busy drawing detailed Nautical Charts of the Ten Thousand Nations, and she had no time to tend to the Orange Garden. Thankfully, Glutinous Rice Cake volunteered to help.
Speaking of which,
Glutinous Rice Cake ascended to Gatomon last year when they first entered the New World. Now that so much time has passed, the next stage, Angewomon, should be approaching soon.
A divine angel soaring through the skies, if she can master the power of thunder, once her strength rises to a new level, surely she won't disappoint, right?
Shano smiled slightly, eagerly anticipating that day to come.
...
In no time, another week passed.
The consolidation work of several territories finally came to an end, allowing Shano to gradually withdraw from governmental affairs and focus his energies on training.
He first spent some time fully mastering the "Aerial Dance Skill."
From then on, he could soar across the sky at will, even at ten thousand meters high, resting his arm as a pillow, crossing his legs comfortably for a nap.
Then he began using historical manuscripts for physical training.
Now, it's not just one piece.
BIGMOM's treasury had collected as many as seven pieces, five of them prints, and two original pieces, one of which was a red Road Poneglyph, with quite a tactile feel.
After the war ended, Robin became a shut-in, immersed in translating and studying in the house day and night.
The researched ones were reluctantly carried away by Shano, used as gym equipment, changed daily.
With the territory so vast now, effortlessly finding a large empty land within the mountains and forests to freely unleash fist and foot combat, it was quite invigorating.
As for the historical truths written on them, what they would become when pieced together…
Shano showed no interest.
It was nothing but some old stories from eight hundred years ago. Why ask a monument when there are people to ask? In this world, aren't there still those who have lived for eight hundred years?
It would be better to hone these fists to perfection!
When the time comes, one punch and one kick, beating that eight-century-old geezer, leaving him with a bloodied face, kneeling and begging for mercy!
Then let him reveal all the truths personally, wouldn't that be more satisfying!
...
Time unknowingly slipped into early June.
The blazing sun hung high above an open valley on Nut Island.
"The three hundredth set…"
Shano was shirtless, with distinct muscular lines, as he caught, with one hand on each side, historical manuscripts weighing dozens of tons, the veins on his arms bulging like dragons.
"Hah!"
With a low shout, the two steles roared up to ten thousand meters high like intercontinental missiles, turning into two faint black dots in the clouds in an instant.
Shano, squinting up at the sky, smiled suddenly, his muscles tightening.
Swish!
In the next moment, Shano's legs suddenly exerted force, causing the ground to crack and collapse instantly. Then, with an even more terrifying speed, he shot up high, catching up with the historical manuscripts in a few leaps.
Boom!
The two steles were still rising, and he already sneered and used his elbows to smash hard onto the top of the steles.
"Go… down!"
The steles plummeted with an even faster speed than when they ascended.