In some unknown underground cavern, an elderly man in a white robe patterned with stars rested his chin on one hand, gazing thoughtfully at everything before him.
Below him stood densely packed white figures, like ant eggs filling an anthill. There were so many that they could trigger anyone's trypophobia.
"Hidan's cells haven't integrated very successfully. The First Generation Cells are too invasive, though some of the immortality has been retained. But the stability has also declined." The bespectacled old man wrote down notes with the pen in his hand.
"White Zetsu's controllability is still too low, the Secret Jutsu fusion hasn't gone smoothly either, and the replicas of the Kage are not very stable..."
The old man left the vast underground chamber and went aboveground to take a breath of fresh air.
"If I want to change the situation in the Ninja World, war is the best catalyst." A wicked smile appeared on the old man's face. It was as if he had discovered a new continent, and every cell in his body stirred restlessly.
He moved to another underground chamber. There was no denying that this place had as many underground rooms as rat holes. A cunning rabbit had three burrows; he had no idea how many.
He opened one coded door after another with practiced ease and arrived before the deepest glass pillar. With his back blocking the view, no outsider could see what was displayed inside. Yet judging by the old man's reverent expression, it had to be some great figure.
"My lord, that day will not be far off..."
Knock, knock, knock~
A knock sounded at the door, accompanied by a faint fragrance.
"What is it?"
The old man let out a deep breath and tried his best to calm his turbulent emotions.
"Oh, nothing