Everyone gathered around swiftly, crouching on the ground to observe the heap of ashes. In the ashes, a tree sprout had already grown about as tall as a finger. Once Ange and the others crouched down, the tree sprout seemed eager to grow, doing so at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Ange removed the flower pot from his head, and the little sapling inside was excitedly waving its true leaves, sending fervent messages to the tree sprout on the ground: Grow——strongly——.
Because when Ange took it down, his palm blocked the edge of the flower pot, it even placed one true leaf on the edge, propping itself up a bit, and was eagerly waving another true leaf.
Ange's boundary-crossing hand activated, stuffing the flower pot into the Resting Camp.
The scenery in front of the little sapling changed, causing it to be dumbfounded for a moment. It swayed its top leaf, sending fervent messages to a stone not far away: Grow——strongly——. Grow——strongly——. Not growing...
