White Zetsu

Damn!

Damn you, Chiri!

Damn!

Damn you, Insect Princess!

Damn!

Damn village!

Damn!!!

I absolutely, absolutely won't let you off!!!

My ambitions won't end here!!!

Just you wait!

I will definitely come back!

And give you a miserable...

In the gloomy forest, beneath the cold moonlight, a man moved slowly forward, leaving one bloody footprint after another. His body was covered in traces of Ninjutsu and slashes, and he limped along unevenly.

Toward an unknowable future.

But his blood reached its end first. He stumbled and collapsed, face-first into the weeds.

He no longer had the strength to go on.

His life would end here.

Struggling against three Anbu squads had been too much for him in his current state.

Damn!

I clearly have such outstanding Mangekyo.

My ambitions haven't even begun, and they're going to end here?

I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this!

I could have become the Uchiha's rising star and led the Uchiha clan to revive its former glory.

Why did things turn out like this?

What did I do wrong?

No, it wasn't my fault.

It was the world's fault!

The village's fault!

Their fault!

The Uchiha's fault!

The Uchiha didn't choose me!

I! Re! Fuse! To! Ac! Cept! This!

His vision gradually blurred until everything before him turned black. His life entered its final countdown, and the last seconds rapidly slipped away.

No one would come to save him.

He would die here.

Unless something unexpected happened.

After an unknown length of time, a faint light appeared deep in the forest. An old mountain hunter followed the blood trail all the way there and looked troubled when he saw the severely wounded shinobi lying face-down in the grass.

For a moment, he hesitated to approach.

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