"This is our chance!"
"Obito, why aren't you attacking?"
"Hasn't that guy called Chisen already been pinned down by Nagato's puppets?"
Uzumaki White Zetsu looked at Obito, who stood beside him without moving, and couldn't help voicing his questions.
"It's not that I'm not attacking. I'm taking it slow, waiting, approaching this methodically. Uchiha Chisen might look pinned down, but his Susanoo isn't that easy to break through!"
Obito glanced at Uzumaki White Zetsu. He didn't think he'd done anything to offend him, had he?
Why does it feel like Uzumaki White Zetsu has been frantically pushing me to my death lately? Has he already figured out everything there is to know about poop and decided to study something else?
Like whether he could put me back together and bring me back to life if I died?
"Black Zetsu, can the Six Paths controlled by Nagato beat Uchiha Chisen?"
Obito stopped paying attention to Uzumaki White Zetsu and turned to Black Zetsu on his other side.
"If Nagato were in better health, defeating or even killing Uchiha Chisen wouldn't be difficult!"
"But you know what condition Nagato's body is in. The Rinnegan puts too much strain on him. Killing Uchiha Chisen would be difficult. As for his chances of winning, perhaps sixty or seventy percent?"
Even Black Zetsu sounded somewhat uncertain. There were simply too many strange things about Uchiha Chisen.
The only good news was that Black Zetsu had more or less figured out the ability of one of Uchiha Chisen's Mangekyō Sharingan. The Flames of Judgment were indeed impossible for sinners to counter, but if an opponent bore no sin, they would have little effect!
Yet even without the Flames of Judgment, Uchiha Chisen's Susanoo and Wood Style were enough to let him run rampant across the shinobi