Black Zetsu Wouldn't Nod, and No One Could Touch Their Chopsticks

Uchiha Sasuke—no, he should be called the Second Wood Master now. If not for his perception radar kicking in, Uchiha Gin would never have connected the black-haired fatty before him with Black Zetsu wearing Hashirama's skin.

Black Zetsu snapped out of his brief stupor. Seeing the mockery in Uchiha Gin's eyes, he was so furious he nearly boiled over, wishing he could possess the culprit who had imprisoned him inside this Clone on the spot.

"Isn't it because of that thing you installed on me without permission?"

That thing was the Red Abdominal Guard Uchiha Gin had welded around his waist.

"Isn't it normal for a Driver to have a few side effects? Just tell me whether it works or not."

Watching the enraged Second Wood Master Black Zetsu, Uchiha Gin calmly waved a hand.

What kind of belt had no side effects? Even dogs wouldn't use one like that.

"It... it is pretty useful."

Black Zetsu froze at the question. After frowning and thinking for a moment, he nodded very reluctantly.

Indeed, after obtaining the Crimson Maw, his strength had improved considerably. He had leaped from the team's logistical support to a main combatant.

"Then that settles it. It's just that the sugar in your body increased by a tiny little bit. A few battles will burn it off."

Since the Crimson Maw was Uchiha Gin's creation, he naturally understood the Driver's peculiarities.

Unlike ordinary Drivers, the Crimson Maw consumed the sugar accumulated in its host's body with every transformation.

If there was not enough sugar, it would cause internal energy to become unstable. Black Zetsu surely understood that feeling deeply.

"A tiny little bit? How can you even say that? If I slit my wrist now, strawberry syrup would pour out."

To keep the energy within his body