Night Raid

"Hey, you in the courtyard—aren't you cold in all this snow?"

Seeing Fugaku leave, the White Zetsu closest to Chen could not wait to speak.

It had been holding it in for a long time. Now that it had run into Konoha Lightning again, the floodgates opened, and it could no longer control its mouth.

But another White Zetsu standing nearby reminded it, "Little Seven, Fugaku said before leaving that no one is allowed to speak to Konoha Lightning."

"So what? We're not looking him in the eyes. Will talking kill us?"

Before the White Zetsu called Little Seven could speak, another White Zetsu on its right could not help retorting.

"Yeah, yeah! Fugaku, the boss, and Little Black aren't here. You're just a Little Three—why are you even more talkative than them?"

The other White Zetsu all chimed in as well. Every last one of them seemed to be a chatterbox.

The White Zetsu named Little Three had no choice but to shut up.

Little Seven grinned smugly and asked again, "Hey, you in the courtyard, do you know what the urge to poop is?"

The moment it asked that question, not only did the other five White Zetsu prick up their ears, but even Little Three could not help listening closely.

Chen glanced at the six chatterboxes before him, then nodded. "Of course I do. Turn around, and you'll understand what the urge to poop is."

"Oh." The White Zetsu obediently turned around, including Little Three.

Behind each of them stood one of Chen's Shadow Clones.

"This is the urge to poop." The six Shadow Clones simultaneously brought two fingers together and thrust forward.

Konoha Taijutsu Secret Art: Thousand Years of Death!

The White Zetsu shuddered violently. Then Chen's Sharingan slowly spun, and he used Genjutsu to control