It was like an ordinary human carrying old injuries from many years ago.
This made Black Zetsu even more wary. Saiki Yuu might truly possess the ability to kill him!
Thus, from that day onward, Black Zetsu had not set foot in Konoha or anywhere near it.
He rarely even went to the Land of Fire. Every time he did, he was terrified and exceedingly cautious.
He feared that Saiki Yuu would suddenly appear and cut him down with a single slash.
His strength was simply far too inferior to Saiki Yuu's.
If he encountered Saiki Yuu again—especially a prepared Saiki Yuu—he would not even be able to escape.
After all, with senses comparable to or even surpassing those of the Sage of Six Paths, Saiki Yuu surely knew who he was.
A prepared Saiki Yuu would never give him any chance. That man was an even more brutal fiend than Uchiha Madara!
Therefore, even when astonishing news came from the Uchiha Clan, Black Zetsu had not gone to Konoha to take a single look.
That place was no longer somewhere he could go.
After so many years, who knew what state Saiki Yuu was in now?
Although he had heard that Saiki Yuu had immersed himself in power and indulgence.
But even during the Third Shinobi World War, no one had ever heard that Saiki Yuu was particularly diligent.
If he was not drunk, then he was on his way to getting drunk.
Yet Saiki Yuu's strength had soared at a terrifying pace.
In the end, he had suppressed the entire Shinobi World and become the absolute overlord of this world!
For a monster like that, was Black Zetsu supposed to gamble that the monster had grown weaker?!
If he lost that gamble, his millennium-long plan would be ruined