[h2][color=6ecff6]Kumanu[/color][/h2]

The two matoran passed quietly through the forest, following the faint, leaf-strewn path that led to the vuata-maca. The sun had finally dipped below the horizon when they reached it, and in the darkness, the soft blue glow of its magical fruit was all the more apparent. The tree's sleek branches gleamed in the dim illumination as they stretched gracefully upwards, almost mirroring the shape of the punga ferns that grew around its base. Despite having traveled across much of Kongero Nui, Kumanu couldn't help being taken aback by the sight.

The Ko-matoran hung back from the great tree, letting the Bo-matoran go forward. Kumanu himself wasn't quite sure what would happen next; he lacked the innate elemental affinity for plants that Hura had. He trusted in the Bo-matoran's knowledge and skills to do what he had come to do. Kumanu waited with baited breath to see what would happen next.