"Madara-san!"
Seeing Koma Koma Madara descend like Heavenly Descent, Konan, her hands clenched into fists, jumped three feet high in excitement, her eyes filled with little stars of adoration.
Because it had happened so suddenly, Uchiha Madara, who had not even had time to change out of his dance outfit, gave Konan a slight nod.
Then his faintly questioning gaze fell on Uchiha Sasuke beside him, whose whole body was churning with thick black liquid.
"Uchiha Sasuke, you never told me you knew this move?"
From the moment they sensed Konan's Divine Steed Amulet activate to the moment the two of them arrived at the battlefield dozens of kilometers away, Uchiha Sasuke, who was in charge of leading the way, had actually taken less than thirty seconds.
Being wrapped in that strange black liquid and traveling at high speed underground was something Uchiha Madara had experienced for the first time in his life.
"Huff, huff."
Uchiha Sasuke crouched on a treetop, panting heavily. The Hashirama Senju Clone was far harder to control than White Zetsu. In order to reach Konan as quickly as possible, he had forcibly activated the Mayfly Technique that had been sealed away for ages. In just a few dozen kilometers, he had nearly exhausted himself to the point of revealing his true form.
"This is a new technique I recently developed to make procurement more convenient."
After casually making up a lie to brush it off, Black Zetsu looked at the unharmed Konan, and a hint of relief flashed through his pale-yellow eyes.
Good thing this Zetsu Lord's skills hadn't dulled.
Hearing this, Uchiha Madara did not press further. He trusted Uchiha Sasuke one hundred percent. The two of them had gone through life and death together for so many years that they had long since