Black Zetsu: I'm So Angry!

Uchiha Obito felt that if he entered deep into Konoha without using Kamui, he wouldn't be able to make it out.

"And on top of that, this thing absorbs my Dōryoku."

Obito covered his eye. He could sense something draining from within it just now.

"Obito!!! Look at what you've done!"

Black Zetsu stared at Obito, grinding his teeth in fury. Fear gave way to rage—he had never felt anger like this. That useless waste Obito went out, failed to accomplish the objective, and instead created a father figure.

A monster that could pose a lethal threat to him. The thing didn't even need to know him or recognize him. As long as Black Zetsu stepped within the range of this monster's power, he would die in short order, with nowhere to hide.

A monster. A true monster.

"..."

Seeing Black Zetsu's fury, Obito fell silent for a moment. He could understand why Black Zetsu was so enraged. That ability to forcibly drain energy from within, leaving no means of resistance, was indeed something to fear.

"Sorry, there's nothing I can do. Who would've thought that when the Uchiha Clan faced annihilation, they'd birth a monster like this? It's all Uchiha Itachi's fault—he must not have killed this monster thoroughly back then, giving it the chance to awaken the Mangekyo Sharingan!"

Obito shook his head, staring fixedly at Uchiha Yue in the sky, his heart filled with dread and resentment. He promptly shifted the blame onto Uchiha Itachi. After all, it was Itachi who had come to him first, proposing to destroy the Uchiha Clan.

The current situation was entirely that fool Itachi's doing. If that idiot hadn't suggested wiping out the Uchiha Clan, even if Obito had the thought, he wouldn't have acted on it for now.

"Uchiha Itachi! Damn him!"

Black Zetsu muttered Itachi's name, seething inwardly. It was all his fault, along with that fool Obito. If not for those two wastes, how could the Ninja World have produced a being that threatened his very life?

Unfortunately, Itachi was already dead, and Black Zetsu had no ability to travel through time to stop those two from carrying out the clan's extermination.

"But, Zetsu, you don't need to worry. No matter how strong this guy looks now, he can't last long. After all, it's just a pair of Mangekyo Sharingan. The Uchiha Clan is extinct—he'll never reach the truth of the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan. Once his Dōryoku runs out, this bizarre phenomenon will disappear soon."

Obito lowered his head and reached out his hand. In just that short time, the domain of withering stillness that absorbed all energy had already reached them. Obito's hand entered it, feeling his power being drained. He tried to control his Chakra, but it was futile—he could only slow the loss to a minimal degree, utterly unable to stop the absorption.

Then, both of them retreated swiftly.

Black Zetsu turned his head and looked at Obito like he was an idiot.

"Obito, you fool. Do you really think that without the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, Dōryoku can't be restored?"

"Wha... what? Masaka..."

Hearing Black Zetsu's words, Obito froze, a bad feeling surging in his heart.

"If the Mangekyo Sharingan couldn't restore Dōryoku, then how do you explain your own situation? And look—this monster is constantly absorbing energy. Whether it's Chakra or light, it's all food to him. And Dōryoku, at the end of the day, is just a special kind of Chakra. How can you be sure that this monster can't restore his Dōryoku while absorbing energy?"

Black Zetsu's voice was dark and trembling as he spoke. It wasn't certain, but the possibility was very real.

"Th-this can't be... If this guy's Dōryoku can keep recovering, and his domain keeps expanding, then won't the entire Ninja World eventually be covered by his domain? No, no, impossible, absolutely impossible. This is just a pair of Mangekyo Sharingan. Even if he can restore Dōryoku, there has to be a limit. He can't expand infinitely!"

Obito stepped back, staring at the blurry figure in the sky, then at the ever-expanding domain. His voice was dazed. A sense of terror and the feeling of having caused a catastrophe rose in his heart. The next moment, he shook his head violently, hastily denying the guess.

He didn't dare, nor did he want to imagine such a future. If the entire Ninja World were engulfed by that terrifying field, everything would be over. In that environment, even the so-called tailed beasts couldn't survive—they'd be drained dry. And then, wouldn't his plan be strangled in its cradle?

He absolutely refused to accept that future.

"Who knows? Maybe it's possible, maybe it's not..."

Black Zetsu paused at Obito's words, then stared blankly at Uchiha Yue in the sky. He trembled. If the future really turned out that way, he would definitely die, with no chance to escape. Even if he burrowed to the deepest core of the planet, he couldn't evade death.

His death didn't matter. What mattered was, if he died, who would save Mother?

He had schemed for so many years, and this was the closest he had ever come to success. If he failed now, he would die with eternal regret!

No, no, no!

He absolutely refused to accept that future.

"No matter whether he has a limit or not, no matter whether he can restore Dōryoku or not, the only course now is to completely eradicate this monster, to kill him utterly! To destroy those evil eyes completely!"

Black Zetsu spoke with absolute seriousness. He had made up his mind—no matter the cost, he would destroy this monster. Even if the current plan failed, there might be other chances in the future. But if he died now, there would be no chance at all.

Without him, Obito and Madara wouldn't help him complete the plan to revive Mother.

Soon, the two left, deciding to spread the news to Nagato that a monster capable of destroying the world had appeared in Konoha. Now was the time to save the world.

High in the sky, Uchiha Yue stood within the halo, quietly absorbing energy, savoring the feeling of endlessly growing stronger. As for the changes in the outside world, he didn't care. The fate of the Ninja World was already decided—unless someone killed him, no matter where they fled, their ultimate fate was nothing but death.