Time passed, and before long, a full day and night had gone by.
Sarutobi Toru, who had been sleeping atop the God Tree, slowly opened his eyes. At the same time, the enormous black Truth-Seeking Orb that had been enveloping him shrank back into his body.
The instant he opened his eyes, his powerful Chakra distorted the surrounding space, forming a strange storm like a kaleidoscope of radiance and bathing the area around him in shifting, dreamlike colors.
"This feeling... it's simply too powerful." Sarutobi Toru extended his right hand and aimed it into the distance.
Blue light gathered in his palm, eventually forming a dazzling beam that blasted toward the horizon.
The distant area immediately erupted in brilliant light. A moment later, fierce winds, sonic waves, and yellow sand swept over the area, throwing the ordinary civilians of the Ancient Kingdom of Roran into an uproar.
"Looks like I caused them a little trouble." Sarutobi Toru scratched his head, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Still, he was sincerely astonished by the power of that attack. It had not been any kind of ninjutsu, but merely a pure release of Chakra.
For ordinary ninjas, Chakra had virtually no destructive power without shape transformation or nature transformation. Even the Hyuga Clan, who made the best use of pure Chakra's power, had to process the Chakra within their bodies before they could unleash supreme techniques like the Eight Trigrams Vacuum Palm.
If one simply released Chakra directly without any purpose, at most it would feel like a gentle breeze brushing against someone's face. The farther it traveled, the faster its power dissipated.
The fact that Sarutobi Toru's Chakra could form a beam meant that the quality of the Chakra in his body, without undergoing any nature transformation at all, had already surpassed the pinnacle