Gentō spent a little more time with the God Tree.
A moment later, he told the God Tree to gather its roots and prepare to move to a new home.
The God Tree grumbled its displeasure, but its trust in Gentō, the person who had planted it, had already reached one hundred percent.
And so the roots buried deep beneath the seabed began slowly drawing back. Countless roots glowing purple and gold rose from the ocean floor, churning the surface and unleashing towering waves.
The sky darkened as the winds and clouds shifted.
Gales howled, and the canopy that blotted out the sun began folding inward, shrinking its vast form.
The seawater churned violently with thunderous crashes. Crack! Crack! Without the God Tree's roots to support it, the bedrock beneath the sea fractured and collapsed.
The ocean roared, giving vent to its fury.
It was as though a giant beast lurked beneath the water, rampaging at will and shattering the sea's tranquility.
And this was only a tiny fraction of the power the God Tree released while keeping its own form under control.
Had any Genin been there to witness the God Tree's might, even two or three who felt no fear would have been a considerable number.
Under Gentō's watchful gaze.
The roots coiled around one another, weaving together beneath the God Tree to form the outline of a bowl.
As more and more roots gathered, the enormous bowl grew increasingly intricate and ever more imposing.
Half an hour later.
At last, the God Tree withdrew all its tendrils, transforming where it stood into a potted plant that blotted out the sky, planted firmly on the seabed.
As for Hōzuki Island, where the God Tree had taken root, it had long since become nourishment for the tree's growth, reduced