Hikaru continuously released vast amounts of Chakra from the sky. Against ordinary civilians, such overwhelming power could blast them to ashes in minutes, so he had to control it with extreme precision. This was worlds apart from unleashing his full strength in battle, and far more difficult.
When he finished all this, even with his body tempered by divine-grade potions and what seemed like inexhaustible Chakra, the ordeal of saving hundreds of thousands of people had drained Hikaru enormously. At last, he felt exhausted.
At that moment, the entire land of Dressrosa had become ruins. After Doflamingo's men had bombed the country, it had already been a sea of flames. Then it suffered the devastation of the Descent of the Wood World. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but utter wreckage. Aside from the surviving people, only scorched earth remained.
Next, they would face the predicament of having no food to eat, no homes to live in, and no clothes to wear. Though Dressrosa had just escaped one hardship, it now faced a new desperate situation.
After everyone calmed down, all eyes turned toward the sky.
Hundreds of thousands across the kingdom had gathered together, their gazes fixed on Uchiha Hikaru. They placed all their hopes on that man. They believed that since he had saved them once, he would surely save them a second time.
Hikaru slowly floated down, a trace of weariness flashing across his face. Pushing Wood Release beyond its limits, then forcing it to regress and wither—only he knew how great the cost had been.
The moment Hikaru landed, the civilians around him suddenly dropped to their knees and kowtowed to him together.
The entire process was silent, yet everyone present could feel that wordless gratitude and debt of kindness. A deep,